November 08, 2007
"After my third or fourth shot, I found that the bowl of my pipe and the smoke from it was obscuring my line of vision as I was firing slightly downwards all the time. Much to my annoyance, I had to put my pipe in my pocket alight as it was; it was lucky that it did not burn my jacket."Just as I got my rifle working I saw a man in the trench calmly kneeling down and taking an aim at me. At the moment I saw him he fired. But in a miraculous way he missed."
This is good too.
Describing the injury that ended his military career,In them, he details his annoyance at being woken up by pointless edicts from headquarters asking him how many socks his men have.
"I reply 141 and a half. I then go to sleep; back comes a memo: "please explain at once how you come to be deficient of one sock". I reply "man lost his leg". That's how we make the Huns sit up."
"I started to cough and brought up some blood and a bit of the shell which must have stuck in my wind pipe. My servant very kindly retrieved the bit of iron out of the mud and, handing it to me, remarked that I might like to keep it. This I did and my wife has it now."
He also complained of rodents eating the hair cream out of his hair while he was sleeping.
Stewart's grandson, who is an actor, found the memoirs, and decided to publish them.
Stewart was haunted by his experiences long after the war, Stewart's son, now in his eighties, recalls that his father would wake up in the middle of the night screaming. Stewart rarely spoke about his time in combat.
I might have to try and track down a copy of this book, it offers a unique perspective on war in that era, and you don't see that published often.
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