Who said war is hell swanston

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Swanston, Ernest, -- Swanston, Victor N. Military campaigns. All rights reserved. Please sign in to WorldCat Don't have an account? The book contains extracts from the war diaries of Victor Swanston and his brother Ernest, which are used in the diary entries below. Came back a round-about way through Ypres, so as to have a one way traffic, that town is sure hell of a place to drive through at night.

You have sneaking feeling for the ground. Left out billets near the windmill and moved to Poperinghe, put up our horse lines near the station, a good place if it keeps dry. Ern, Reid and I went to a picture show, while inside, two shells hit near the buildings. We were afraid for the awhile that the people who ran the show were going to close the place, they were so scared.

Took a walk through town from there and saw a British General and Staff passing through the Town Square. A big, six-foot guard yanked him up straight and made him stand at attention. Then he came back behind the big guard and fetched the satchel down on his head with all his might. The Tommies put it on. German guns are bombarding Poperinghe, had to move our horses. Two enemy planes came over and dropped a dozen big bombs on the town.

Just saw a big shell hit under a freight car and throw it a hundred feet in the air. None of our men hit so far. Big Fisher and I took a walk looking at the damage done by the shells and bombs.