No record in the War Diary [WO/95/2694].

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19th April 1915. Everything went on as usual until dinner time, when just as I was sitting down to my dinner word was passed up ‘man hit’. It was Private G Stychie. He had one side of his head split right off and it was hanging on his shoulder. All his brains and everything out of his head was on the floor. I got hold of his head and tied the two parts together, then put it in a sand bag. We had no more casualties that day. At about 10-30 at night we were relieved by the 8th battalion. We had no accidents coming out. It is a remarkable thing what few casualties we have when changing, for the bullets are whistling past all the time. This time in we hadn’t many shells near the trench, although we had a good many went over the top of us but were well behind. It is a sensation to hear the shells coming and as they go over you, swish and then there is a big explosion, everybody asking ‘where has that hit’. We arrived at our billets about 3 a.m. tired out and ready for a bit of soup. Up to this time in the Battalion we had lost eighteen killed and twenty four wounded.

[2381 Pte. George Potter Bagshaw]

Apr 19th. Still in trenches. Fairly quiet all day but a few grenades after dusk. Came out about 11 p.m. Not so done up as last time. Soup at Locre again.

[3289 Pte George William Beardsley]