music news/events bio contact recordings Entrenched 2015 2 tenors baritone bass piano 2 cellos duration 12' commissioned by The Cantata Singers Vocal Ensemble SCORE TEXTS I am fit and well, but wearying for home. It is a ghastly job, and I often have to bury one of my poor fellows after dark in a nameless grave. Have to wait till dark to avoid being shelled. I'm always up half the night patrolling. The rest I spend in a little hole in the ground, just like a rabbit. We all dig ourselves right into the earth. Lieutenant Angus Macnaughton Our casualties since the beginning of the War have been: We've had a play in ragtime, and we've All day it has rained – I have lain down on my mackintosh sheet which is wet with my blanket over me which is also wet – my trousers, puttees and tunic are wet through so I have lain in a less wet pair of pants and a sweater – there are no opportunities of drying things so we take our chances of pneumonia etc. several people have got it this morning I think. I am still wet and very cold and I suppose my wet things will have to dry on me – we lost two men, one killed and one wounded – This life is awful and I cannot think that the trench fighting can continue long – no human being can stand it – I heard today two platoons of Germans came in and surrendered as they couldn't stand it any longer – the conditions of the Royal Scots who were in the trenches next to us was more pitiful than our own – several of their men went off their heads from exposure and cold and wretchedness. Halted last night in a field and had to stand in pitch darkness in the worst rainstorm I have ever experienced. At dusk tonight we advance to attack the enemy, three miles away. It will be hard work, but as the artillery have been shelling them for a week, per- haps we shall do it. I don't know exactly how many are opposed to us, a considerable number, I believe. Well, Au Revoir, all. God Bless you. We have marched and fought our way from St. Nazaire to this place, Bourg-et-Comin. I may not write any more, Nemo Mortalium Omnibus Horis Sapit. Ah, me: Wife, Children, Mother, all farewell. Excerpts from the diary entries of Major 'Ma' Jeffreys, Private Mervyn Rees, and Private Charles Rainbird and the letter from Lieutenant Angus Macnaughton are from 1914: The Men Who Went to War by Malcolm Brown, quoting from the archives of the Imperial war Museum, London. |