he whole battalion, as was eventually shown when a
few ventured out on patrol in broad daylight, and obtained some very
useful results.

Realistic gas drill was indulged in occasionally at night because the
enemy had an irritating habit of putting over a few rounds of gas,
either shell or T.M., at irregular intervals. He caught out a few of the
East Lancs. by this trick, which naturally produced a state of "wind" in
the division so that everyone was more than ever "gas alert." After a
few nights of gas alarm, in the middle of one of which the transport
officer had to commandeer a fatigue party (in gas helmets) to extricate
a full water-cart from a shell-hole, most of us became "fed up." Another
night someone imagined he felt the pineapple smell of the type of gas
the Hun then used, and the alarm was passed along the front trench. One
of the officers on duty was determined to make sure this time, and
stopped the passing of the message. He made his way along the trench
where the men by this time had assumed their gas helmets, until he came
to one stolid, oldish man who was on sentry, staring truculently out in
front without his gas protection on. "Jones," said the officer, "can you
smell pineapples?" "What, sir," he grunted, "I could if I had a tin of
'em under my nose!"

One night, while we were in support to the 5th, one of their officers,
in charge of a patrol sent out to investigate the ground around "Wigan
Copse," got into the Copse and discovered a Boche post there. The
startled enemy had apparently made off. The next night the 7th took over
the front line at an unfortunate moment, for the Hun had decided that
"Wigan Copse" must be "retaken" at all costs, and they began the
business with a barrage all over the place but particularly on our front
line, just as we were beginning the relief. It was decidedly unpleasant,
and we had no idea what it was about until we heard the brutes cheering
as they rushed into the empty copse. From a report which we captured
later we found that this was another addition to their long list of
"victories," and I have no doubt that a few iron crosses were doled out
to commemorate the occasion.

After three and a half weeks' continuous duty in and around Havrincourt
Wood the battalion moved out for a week's rest to Ruyaulcourt in brigade
reserve. It was a pleasant diversion and we made the most of the
glorious weather with football matches and very successful sports, the
latter largely