The Great War Diaries of Stapleton Tench Eachus

jon wickett

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Stapleton Tench Eachus was born in Stafford in 1889 and lived on Marston Road.

In 1916 Stapleton was sent to France and over the next 3 years, he wrote in tiny notepads a set of 15 diaries about his adventures in the Great War. These diaries contain over 150,000 words.

He was educated at St Austin's Catholic School, Garden Street Stafford.

After leaving school Stapleton joined the post office where he worked until 1910, he then enlisted with the South Staffordshire Regiment before moving to the Warwickshire Yeomanry.

Stapleton Fought in Egypt with the Warwickshire Yeomanry before transferring to the Royal Engineer's Signals.

Each Diary written by Stapleton was posted back to England via the French postal system.

These diaries are a fascinating insight into another side of World War One.

Stapleton was married to Elinor and they had a son called Derek, he had 2 sisters called Gladys and Dorothy and a brother called Harry.

After the war Stapleton returned to Stafford and rejoined the Post Office, he later moved to St. Asaph, North Wales where he died in 1971.

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todays entry:

4/6/16

Had breakfast with my wife and then went back to camp to finish packing up.

Marched to the station at 7.50 am and caught the 8.20 am from Kings Cross. Elinor had arranged to go by the same train but unfortunately owing to silly red tape I was unable to travel in the same coach.

At Kings Cross I saw “E” again but only for a minute as we were marched off through London to Waterloo Station.

I had expected Elinor to follow by tube but saw nothing of her or little Derrick again and we were soon on the road for the port of embarkation, arrived at Southampton at about 2.30 pm and marched to the docks in a heavy down pour of rain, Which completely wet us through.

I was extremely disappointed with my parting again from those I love. I shall never forget that when leaving Hunstanton for Egypt the police would not allow my wife on to the station, which caused me to curse them well.

Now again it has been my misfortune to be sort of suddenly dragged away from my dear wife and child.

We embarked at about 4 pm on the steam ship France a low lying grey two funnelled ship. It is a fast boat although an old one.

We were directed below and crushed together in a small compartment where we were told to make ourselves comfortable until tomorrow morning.

How such a thing is possible for nearly ninety men, must I think remain a mystery. There was nothing to eat or drink, except what we could manage to buy and a poor cup of tea cost 3d and 1d deposit being refunded when the cup was returned.

We started away at 5.30 pm and very soon nearly everybody was taking a turn pumping out the contents of their stomachs. It is true the sea was very choppy and in consequence swayed considerably but what annoyed me was the fact that the men would not take the trouble to go up on deck, but apparently took a delight in repeatedly advertising right under ones nose the last meal they had had in England.

I tried to get comfortable in a corner, but the sea which came sweeping up the deck and down the hatch ways, and bringing with it all the filth of the vessel, found me out and besides a wetting I was certainly dirtier in more ways than one, than when I first came on board.

This going over seas again reminded me strangely of the occasion when I returned to England a day before Xmas on the Re d’Italia.

The weather was cold and miserable then and rain fell in sheets. The trees and fields were not so green as now, but then I was returning to my dear homeland and it looked beautiful, in fact my impulse was to go down on my knees and kiss the ground.

A great many things have happened in the meantime and I go away sad and disheartened.

England has become the home of licentiousness of all manner of folly and vice. The leaders have lost their heads and in consequence the nation has gone mad. God alone knows how much deeper we shall sink, but for these reasons and others we shall never win this war. The full set of diaries are available here, http://www.amazon.co.uk/Great-Diaries-Stapleton-Tench-Eachus-ebook/dp/B00CLWHIYG

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todays entry:

5/6/16

Arrived Harve at 12.30 am and berthed up at 4.30 am after a fair night to rest in a very stuffy compartment.

Tea, bully beef and biscuits for breakfast but could only get a few broken biscuits owing to the scramble, bought some however.

Put back watch one hour to represent French time. Disembarked at about 9 am.

I was one of the party selected to escort a batch of prisoners (20 odd) who were under arrest as absentees etc, to the field punishment camp which is situated at one end of the docks.

On the way we passed a number of gangs of German prisoners doing all manner of fatigues, some of them looked fine well built men, and their uniforms clean and a perfect fit. After handing over our charges we marched to the rest camp, which is also in the docks.

Had a shave and a wash up as soon as I got rid of my equipment, but got pretty wet for my pains, as a heavy storm and piercing wind came over and swept through the wash house which is open on all sides.

Had some lunch at the YMCA. They have nothing whatsoever to eat and have therefore to satisfy myself with tea and cake for all meals at the Y.M. They have no bread in stock many things are much cheaper than in England, in fact they stand at prices at which they could be obtained before the war, such as Golf Flake cigarettes 3d chocolate 1d per bar, boot laces 1d per pair etc etc.

Should have left this camp at 3 pm to proceed up country but orders have now come that we shall not move away until 9.30 this evening.

Bought half a loaf of bread 5d and a pot of paste 2d at Expeditionary Force canteen and made a decent meal out of it.

We were not allowed permission to leave the camp but after tea another fellow and myself put on our bandoliens and boldly marched past the sentry.

The town of Harve was however too far so did not attempt to go far. Went into a cafe and ordered a bottle of “export”, conversed in French with Madam and her sister. The latter's husband she told me was an artillery man. They both said I spoke French “tres bien”. Returned to camp about 8 pm.

There have been considerable movement of troops here, mostly R.F.A coming in from England.

Paraded at 9.15 pm and marched to the station. I find I cannot rough it now as of yore, in fact this short march in full kit almost did me in.

After reaching the station we drew rations for the following day. Then we were all packed into cattle trucks which were marked on the outside “Hommes 36-40 chevaux (enlong) 8”. Great gaps showed between the planks on the floor, through which the permanent way was plainly visible, a large amount of vegetable refuse covered the floor and the side of the trucks were open from half way up, with merely a number of them wooden lathes nailed across perpendicularly to serve as bars.

This was not exactly a comfortable compartment in which to spend the night. The train started about midnight and jigged along at a terribly slow pace.
 

jon wickett

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todays update:

6/6/16

Did not sleep much or well and was up soon after 4 am looking out at the beautiful country through which we were passing, with its snug little villages nestling on the hill sides and in the valleys. I wondered how they would look had the sun been shining.

Our train was most annoying it would not go at a decent pace at all, and repeatedly stopped ,especially in tunnels. Passed through Rouen station through another tunnel, where of course we stayed for a while, then crossed the river, and had a splendid view of the cathedral.

Here the line bends sharply round to the right and shortly arrived at a sort of goods station, where we pulled up and got down.

Took off our kit in one of the big huts in which was congregated a number of soldiers belonging to different units. +

I adjourned into the next hut, which was equipped as a canteen and bought a couple of hard boiled eggs, a crust of bread and a bowl of tea, which cost me 7d. I also changed a 1 pound English postal order for which I received in French money 28f 55 c.

I would like to note here that all the Y.M.C.A’s I have been into so far over here are staffed with English ladies. They have to work all hours and very hard too.

This type of English womanhood one cannot help but admire sincerely. They are the same that one meets, wherever there are British troops, sacrificing much to succour our wounded lads in distant lands and on the seas, how different indeed to their less devoted sisters at home.

A short service was held in the canteen in the dinner hour and the men sang such hymns as “onward Christian soldiers” heartily and sincerely. It is very tiring waiting about so long, the men amuse themselves in a variety of ways but chiefly by playing cards and “crown and anchor”.

Entrained at 3 pm and left at 4 pm, but oh how we did crawl along and constantly stopped. At one place where a big gang of French soldier Engineers were engaged upon construction work we were held up until very late at night, amused ourselves airing our knowledge of the French language with our allies.
 

Withnail

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This would, i am sure, be enjoyed muchly as a sort-of-real-time-diary later in the year.

If it is not too much to ask.

Not that it is not being enjoyed muchly in the bemeanwhilst.
 

Gramaisc

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This would, i am sure, be enjoyed muchly as a sort-of-real-time-diary later in the year.

If it is not too much to ask.

Not that it is not being enjoyed muchly in the bemeanwhilst.

I once read Scott's diary of the Antarctic expedition each appropriate day over the year and a half that it took - very enlightening.
 

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The First World War Diaries of Stapleton Tench Eachus
4/7/16

Dull morning.

Received letters from my Aunt and Will, was much impressed by contents of letter from my Aunt, she wishes me to visit Carnoy near Albert to see the grave of Lt. Santler and tell her all concerning same. I wish sincerely that it were possible for me to go there, but the difficulties in the way are at present insurmountable.

The distance from here is approaching 18 miles. It is necessary to obtain a pass to go from one place to another, also I am working greater portion of the day and am afraid it would be impossible for me to obtain the necessary time off. It is doubtful too if I could obtain the means of conveyance, I am very sorry that am at present unable to comply with my dear Aunt’s request, as she is such a good friend to me and I feel that I can not properly repay her for all that she has done for me.

I wrote however to the “G.R.C” “Graves Registration Commission”, 2nd Echelon GHQ requesting that a photograph of Lt Santler’s grave should be taken and forwarded to his wife Isabel. I gave them all necessary particulars.

Very wet today.

Violent bombardment commenced between 10 pm and 11 pm which continued uninterrupted throughout the night.

5/6/16

Dull and overcast. Nothing much occurred today.

The 12th division however were reported pushed back into its own trenches. The French however appear to be doing well and I believe we are not far behind them, at any rate so far as captures go.

There are several tremendous trench mortars lying in front of the chateau, which have been taken from the enemy, numerous batteries have also fallen to us.

Each trophy is inscribed in paint with the name and particulars of the unit who have been the means of capturing same.

One thing however which to me is very striking in so far as I personally understand the present situation, is that we have had a host of cavalry standing by since we commenced operations of an offensive nature but everyday they have returned without incident, it is evident of course that they are here for a purpose, a particular purpose too, hence it would seem, since they have not been able to carry out any blow, that my previous calculations are fairly correct and that our offensive has been brought to a standstill and is held up for the present.

Good news from the north of the Russian front came through this morning to the effect that they had captured 14,000 Germans.

The 3rd division infantry passed through here late last night, with bagpipes, drum and bugle bands blowing their hardest.

The men were all cheerful and it was a genuine treat to hear the familiar hurrahs of the British troops as they passed along.
 

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28/7/16

Sunny warm morning. On duty 8.30 am until 1 pm.

Spent afternoon worrying different people with my efforts to learn French. It has been extremely hot all day and at 9 pm when I resumed duty again was feeling very fagged out.

Perhaps it would do more good to have more rest, but I am so anxious to make the utmost use of my spare time, then I really dare not indulge in a moments leisure which would seem to me to be a sad waste of time.

I noticed that the sky to the East was continually lit up the reflections from our guns, and heavy fire continued uninterruptedly. We do not appear however to be making much progress.

29/7/16

Dull morning. I feel quite done in after the nights work.

Bully-beef for breakfast this morning. The food we get here is simply abominable and infact makes one ill.

Had a wash and a shave when I returned to the billet and afterwards lay down until 2 pm.

It is frightfully hot and extremely trying weather. Received a letter from Miss Weeds and also one from Bill, the letter is anxious not hearing from me for sometime. The fact is two at least of my letters were held back for sometime, on account of some strong remarks which I had written.

I know that my country is being sold by traitors and amateurs and this fact hurts me sorely.

The official report this morning, which I saw was most unsatisfactory. The fighting is terrific from all accounts and I'm afraid we are getting badly whipped.

On duty 5.30 pm until 9 pm, afterwards had supper at Pont-Noyelle.

30/7/16

Bright sunny morning and portends another day of great heat.

A terrific cannonade is going on up at the front.

Received a letter from Miss Dorothy Roberts, also wrote one to Miss Weeds, and my sister Gladys, sent Doris a souvenir card worked in silk represent the crest of the Royal Engineers, also a couple of engineers buttons.

In the evening sent off a reply to Dorothy's letter. Spent the evening after leaving duty at 5.30 pm at an epicier at Pont-Noyelle, talking French and eating currents and other fruit out of the garden, which one of the little girls had gathered for me.

The air line section which came soon after we did and took up their quarters in our billet left again this morning. I was fortunate in securing one of the beds, which had been left behind, it is made on the same principle as a stretcher with wooden sides and legs and wire netting placed over to form the bed. It is rather "cutting" however at present as it requires a little packing of paper etc. Still it is a vast improvement on the straw, which hitherto has served me for a couch.

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31/7/16

Another stifling hot day. It simply gets hotter each day.

On duty 8.30 am until 1 pm also on fatigues at 2 pm together with three others. Our work was to load a lorry with heavy logs of wood, and afterwards to distribute same to a number of places for cooking purposes.

It was extremely hard work and was heartily thankful when our task was completed.

Had a bath in the stream, which runs by the bottom of our billets garden, directly afterwards which was most refreshing.

After tea spent the evening at my usual place at Pont-Noyelle, where I had a supper of fried eggs etc.

Received a parcel from my wife, which contained lots of useful and welcome gifts including, box of cigarettes, box of Crompton hospital lozenges, packet of Three Nuns tobacco, copying pencil with holder, large cake, tube of lemonade tablets, my old Cavalry haversack and belt of Egyptian and Gallipoli memory. Good mascots both of them.

Went on duty at 9 pm, but at 12.30 am was told to take up a split duty, so left work and returned to billet.

1/8/16

On duty at 10 am. Have had my hair cropped very short on account of the heat, which is still most depressing.

Now that our offensive which commenced on the 1st July is exactly a month old. It would be interesting perhaps to make a few observations upon the work achieved, the objects gained and our present position.

On the 2nd July it was even then plain enough to me that things were not going so successfully as they should and it became more and more evident, first that the work in hand, was more than we could cope with, which situation was brought about in great measure I believe by a very skilful reorganisation of the German line, which was quickly strengthened and well backed up by their artillery.

The objects achieved are in my opinion decidedly nil, granted that it was never anticipated that we should attempt a general advance, still at the same time I believe that if our object was to draw a large enemy army to this front, that it has failed ignominiously.

The Germans are undoubtedly great masters in the art of war, but did they not attempt exactly the same methods in the battle for Verdun, with apparently a similar object in view.

They presumed no doubt that to attack France at her strongest point, which was of course at once her weakest too from a tactile point of view, by an overwhelming superiority of artillery would induce the French to gather together large forces of troops into a small area, whereby they may be reasonably expected to be able to inflict large and serious losses to our allies, and at the same time break the back-bone of any determined offensive by them elsewhere.

Perhaps to a certain extent Germany succeeded in this new departure in war, as there seems to be little doubt that our comrades suffered very heavily.

One very important factor however the Germans appeared to have entirely overlooked. The battle of Verdun was not to be fought between artillery on the one side and by men only on the other side. The French were also able to bring to bear a similar weight of metal, thereby neutralising the position. to imagine that because we have accumulated massive guns etc. in great numbers is going to carry us through is a terrible and unpardonable miscalculation for as I have pointed out the situation merely becomes neutralised.

To sum up I maintain that our position up to the present stands at "work done", fairly good, "objects attained" practically nil, " present situation" neutral. I am moreover quite unable to understand why an offensive on this front was ever attempted.

I am quite sure the Germans are confident that they can hold their lines and that they have also completed adequate arrangements to meet all eventualities. Personally I am inclined to consider their point of view as being the correct one.

I am moreover strongly in favour of evacuating France altogether, that is to say merely hold strong points, and to strike hard and suddenly elsewhere, where I could mention, and where they are least prepared to defend themselves.

I am conscious however that my country is being sold. It is being quickly devoured not by open enemies, but by the wretched traitors within our gates and by the host of hopeless amateurs whom they employ.

I am still persevering with my French. It is however a hard enough nut to crack. There are so many difficulties to surmount not the least of which is the provincial dialect or as it is called "Patois". In our province of Picardy this "Patois" is noticeably very strong.

On duty 7 pm until 11 pm.

I heard that a certain woman at Pont-Noyelle has been caught by the French and English military police serving the troops with whisky, Benadicitine and other strong drinks. This practice is forbidden and defaulters are very severely dealt with, and made to pay a fine of anything up to 1000 Francs.

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2/8/16

Still exceedingly hot. Spent the day in the usual manner. Half work, and half study, often when I should be resting and in fact while others are sleeping, am worrying people round the village and hoping to pick up one or two new words and think I am fairly successful on the whole.

3/8/16

Terrific bombardment broke out late last night and continued well into the morning.

Received a parcel containing a cake from my Aunt Ada, also a letter from my wife.

No official news of importance received for sometime.

4/8/16

Another terrific bombardment throughout the night. But can hear of nothing done or of any unusual happenings.

The sky was illuminated by the explosions as in fact is always is when the guns are at work, if only each shell accounted for one German it would be a happy work for us.

The enemy however appears to stand it all very well and give us back much that we give them.

Today is the 2nd anniversary of Britains declaration of war against our hated foe, Germany.

I recollect how glad we were that the great opportunity had arrived at last and also how hopeful we all were.

Fancy two long years, which seem however but a few months since, have now elapsed since the commencement of hostilities.

How many things have come and gone during that time, how many things have alas occurred. Looking back into the abyss of time one sees that it is filled to overflowing with uncountable failures, disappointments, which have been and will be means for creating bitter anguish.

The earth and the seas are choked with our dead and the very air is corrupt with rank pollution. The minds of men have lost their balance and seek only to satisfy their insanity.

The very foundations of society are being shaken and uprooted and the edifice of civilisation is rapidly being overthrown and crumbling into the dust, corruption and remorse have both found entrance across the threshold of every home in the land and have established their abode therein, all that was good, and true and noble has been taken refuge in death and the evil which is in the world, is now for the time paramount and predominant and stalks about the earth in monster shape from door to door, quite unashamed and unabashed.

My own England is painfully groaning under the weight of incompetency and treachery. My poor country, which has no knowledge of war, of its precepts, or of its obligations and sacrifices, is now learning a terrible lesson. the price she is paying is the price of folly.

Even now she is unfortunately content to submit to the punishment, which is necessarily entailed on account of the ignorance displayed of all the traditions of war by our leaders. Its usage, its requirements, and its necessities are all conspicuous by their absence.

My poor proud England with all its power and mighty strength, its noble virtues and aspirations is nevertheless bleeding profusely even to death.

Those who imagine that this war will not last much longer are fools to say the least. It is plainly obvious that in the end the battle will be a draw. The military situation at the present time speaks volubly in that direction.

Even afterwards however there will be many fresh battles to be fought, new obstacles to be overcome and the blackest of outlooks in store for many thousands, nay millions to face.

Perhaps I might be blamed for taking up so pessimistic an attitude but I note these things merely as facts as I see them myself.

I have repeatedly noticed that many of our greatest blunders have been enacted by and originated in that most powerful enemy to success, which is called "options". It has proved a very good ally indeed to the Germans, who together with our own Government have, on many occasions, made prodigious efforts to foster in our minds a vain belief in ourselves and so to weaken the strength and number of our blows.

Cannonading recommenced early this evening with great violence of course, the guns are never quiet, but at given times it rises to a great pitch and rolls continuously like mighty thunder.

Felt rather sick when I finished work at 11 pm this evening.

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Seems there is not a lot of interest from the people of Stafford to this soldiers diaries in the great war from Stafford.

I will respect that, so this is my last entry on the subject.

8/8/16

Pleasant sunny morning. Day passed without much incident worth recording.

Heard however that eight Zeppelins were reported on their way to London.

9/8/16
Hot sunny morning.

Received a letter from the daughter of my former landlady at Newport Pagnall.

Very hot all day, apparently the spell of cyclonic weather with which we have been treated with for the past week or so is very loathed to leave us.

10/8/16

Raining and very dull this morning.

Received a packet containing a letter and a couple of packets of cigarettes from Mr. Kendrick.

The King visited the chateau here at midday today, created quite a stir for a time, there were numerous French officers present who were gathered around the front entrance.

Sent letters to Mr. Kendrick and Miss Hedge.

11/8/16

Dull and very misty this morning but close. Received a letter from my wife.

There seems to have been a lull in the fighting lately, but last night we captured a trench, and killed 20 Germans, a counter attack by the enemy was beaten off with heavy losses to the attackers, which was principally incurred by Lewis machine guns.

Felt a bit off colour in the evening, but think it was due to the weather, which is very oppressive.


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