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Sunday 25 October 1914: Woken up during the night with orders — probable advance ... They treat us as if we were Infantry always forgetting that we have not got the gun powder which Infantry have.
— Diary of a World War I Cavalry Officer, by Brigadier General Sir Archibald Home
Sunday 25 October 1914: Went out shooting from 12-1, missed two pheasants, the gunnery was rotten. There are a lot of partridges, hares, and pheasants about and if one only had a dog one would not do so badly. They are still shelling Messines ... Just heard a story about the German attack on 1st Corps: they made five attacks, each attack about a Regiment advanced in close order singing Die Wacht am Rhein and we of course practically annihilated them — they are fine men these Germans and fine fighters ... as a nation they have a fine patriotism to drive them on in this way.
Monday 28 February 1916: As regards the Cavalry the Corps formation has been done away with, so we are all out of jobs ... I am heartbroken over their decision. We have all worked hard for this old Corps and hoped one day it would be used in open warfare, but that of course is now no longer possible.
Thursday 6 November 1916: However unpleasant it is to think about, Napoleon's fifth element 'mud' is now victorious ... Guns cannot be moved at all. Men fall into shell holes full of liquid mud and are drowned — horses stick in the mud and have to be shot. As regards the wounded, it is terrible ... People can have no conception of what this warfare means. We shall win through however in time; this is the one consolation.
Thursday December 1914: Now I am going to be disloyal — I expected great things of [the King's] visit ... To the men he is a real King, their King and they expect many things ... I pictured a scene which was to live for a long time in these modern days of callousness and selfishness: a real thing in a modern world of sham. But the picture never matured. On the side of the men the cheers were real, given to their King — he walked up through the line, hardly waiting for Brigadiers to be presented to him — there was no picture, but the framing was there, real live gold.