Extract from the diary of Lt Charles Brockbank, 1st Bn, 22nd (Cheshire) Regiment
Tuesday. My word it is cold, my feet as usual feel about frozen, in fact I have grave doubts about my right little toe so am going to apply a little first aid & rifle oil, as it looks funny. They started shelling this morning & we are thankful we moved as our old dugout has eleven holes close round it, tho’ none actually touch it. They would have been a lot nearer than I liked them to be. By the way, four men were hit yesterday but none seriously. We are now up in the front line, 100 yards in front of our last place & I am in charge of 40 men 200 yards of front line, so feel a bit scared of the responsibility. Dodge slipped off a revetment & board bridge tonight & was wet up to his armpits so is unsociable.