Lewis war diary, August 1917-March 1919 / James Ray Lewis - Page 49
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[Page 49]
for a good while, when we were lined up, and proceeded to march to our destination or rather stumble up what seemed an interminable number of creeks and gullies to Fovant camp.
On arrival, we were put into a hut with a stove in the middle, which some of our party endeavoured to light but they only succeeded in filling the place with smoke till we were nearly choked, and our eyes watered, they didn't get the fire alight though. We were promised some supper though it never came. A little fellow from one of the other huts came in to have a look at the strangers and "to put the wind up them". He told us they did 50 mile route marches and as if that was not enough, he put a sorrowful expression on his face" and enlarged on the terrors of the Bullring till they seemed terrors indeed, they rung you round and round in the snow till you drop he said. I'll bet his route marches were on the malingerers parade every morning to try and convince the "quack" it was "light duty" today. Then he went out and we cold tired and hungry crawled into bed about 12 o'clock.