Lewis war diary, August 1917-March 1919 / James Ray Lewis - Page 65
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in mud a picture of ourselves we thought in a week or two. One can hear the guns here at night like distant thunder.
We left Vignacourt with full packs up and set out for where our nucleus battalion was.
As we marched along the road cavalry came streaming past artillery, motor lorries, and along other roads we could see the infantrymen like ourselves marching, or rather struggling along. All were going up toward the line though, to stop Fritz it is rumoured that he is now checked on the high open country near Villers Brettoneaux.
Refugees were coming back , and it made one cry nearly, to see them. Mostly in tumbrils loaded up with all their goods and worldy chattels. Some of them had been crying. One girl was wheeling a perambulator with as many of her goods as she could pack on. This is the cruel part of war. After tramping about 10 kilos, my feet felt like red hot cinders and I could have dropped but I still plugged away. At last we reached our destination, a miserable village know as