3 edition of Adventures of a Despatch Rider found in the catalog.
April 12, 2007 by IndyPublish .
Written in English
|The Physical Object|
|Number of Pages||156|
It now began to rain. His brigade was retreating, and he was in the rear of it, [Pg 36] so, leaving his bicycle, he took to his heels, and with the Germans in sight ran till he caught up a waggon. The column was still passing,—such haggard, broken men! At a certain club in St James's there was little hope. But there was nothing for it but to go back, and back I went. I thought I should not get a wink of sleep on such a Jacobean resting-place, but, as a matter of fact, I slept like a top, and woke in the morning without even an ache.
Two had come on carts, having been compelled to abandon their motor-cycles. The Germans didn't agree to our remaining for more than fifty minutes. Then I grew horribly frightened that I should be left behind. But a start had to be made some time, for promiscuous drinks do not increase marching efficiency. In the meantime, a google search I did for Shusei turned up the link I posted above. Very late we found where we were to sleep, a gigantic series of wool warehouses.
Enlistment was for one year or as long as the war might last. The women, who had cheerily given us everything a few days before, now with anxious faces timorously offered us water and fruit. I pelted back to the old warehouses, but found everybody had left two hours ago. I found the others gorged with coffee and cakes provided by a kindly Staff-Officer. In a modern war there is little room for picturesque gallantry or picture-book heroism.
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We asked for a [Pg 68] restaurant. Then I got going. The others went on with the crowd, but I could not start my engine.
There I went to the captain in the middle of the traffic and asked him what I should do. We returned home in the late afternoon to hear rumours of an advance next day. It was blasphemous. The most it can do is to depress you with a sense of unceasing monotonous effort.
The infantry officer after two months of modern war is a curious phenomenon. I was forced to ride on for about four miles to some cross-roads. We speculated darkly on their probable fate. Silent, melancholy soldiers—the H. Two miles farther we came to a biggish town with white houses that simply glared with heat.
I went a few paces after him. There I was taken up to a large room full of benches crammed with all sorts and conditions of men. William Henry Lowe Watson British Motorcyclists Federation The diaries are either motorcyclists or motorists diaries and come with lots of useful info for road users that era.
For a long time we were hutted in the Square. We completed the establishment on mobilisation. A few of us rode off to keep touch with the various brigades that were billeted round. Noyon was unattractive. They broke their ranks to snatch at some meat that had been dumped by the roadside, and gnawed it furiously as they marched along until the blood ran down from their chins on to their jackets.
At last I found General Cuthbert, [Pg 30] the Brigadier of the 13th, sitting calmly on his horse watching the men pass. So Grimers was sent off with a haversack—mine—to fetch fuses and hurry up the lorries. But the sharp morning air, the interest in training a new motor-cycle in the way it should go, the unexpected popping-up [Pg 8] and grotesque salutes of wee gnome-like Boy Scouts, soon made me forget the war.
Nobody spoke as we entered. It makes a sort of deep reverberating crackle in the air, gradually lessening, until there is a dull boom, and a mile or so away you see a thick little cloud of white smoke in the air or a pear-shaped cloud of grey-black smoke on the ground.Book from Project Gutenberg: Adventures of a Despatch Rider.
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H. L. Watson. Adventures of a Motorcycle Despatch Rider During the First World War | Includes the First World War Illustrations Pack – 73 battle plans and diagrams and photos"A young British soldier who went to war on two wheels"When the Great War broke out, the author of this book decided to leave his university studies and join the struggle.
Memoirs of service as a despatch rider, August – February (including retreat from Mons), with 5th Division Signals Coy., Royal Engineers, by W.H.L. Watson, DSO DCM. Watson later received a commission and served in the Tank Corps. Two Wheels To War is a scholarly but entertaining look at the largely forgotten world of the motorcycle despatch rider in the early months of the First World War, then a new phenomenon in the field of conflict.
At the heart of the book is an illustrated a.
Captain William Henry Lowe Watson () was the British author of Adventures of a Despatch Rider (). (Excerpt) "This book is not a history, a military treatise, an essay, or a scrap of autobiography.
It has no more accuracy or literary m.