Arriving in France it’s a march to the front where it would be the Jocks and the Springboks
Longueval and Delville Wood in the top right of the image from Google Maps 2020
Our next move was a forced march of some 350 kilometers to forward lines at Armentieres. We were never transported mechanically as they were in the Second World War. At odd times we were herded into cattle trucks, 40 soldiers with all our equipment in each tiny one but more often than not we footslogged it over the French roads constructed of cobblestones. Marching on cobblestones was not pleasant at all.
It was towards the end of April that we reached our intended destination and were joined to the famous 9th [Scottish] division.
After our spell at Armentieres we were moved up to the squalor of the forward trenches where our idea of modern warfare was rudely and radically changed. We were sent to Longueval towards the end of May to take over from the British troops.
Our frequent raids on the enemy trenches to capture a few prisoners were nerve-wracking experiences and convinced us that there was business on the go.