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"Stretcher Bearer. Two Men Hit"
"Stretcher Bearer. Two Men Hit" Battle At Courcelette, September 15 - September 16 1916 On    the    evening    of    September    15, 1916,   the   Canadians   of   the   25th   Battalion had   driven   the   Germans   out   of   the   town   of Courcelette.  Lindsay   Rogers,   a   thirty-four   year   old soldier   from   Yarmouth,   Nova   Scotia   was   a Private with the Battalion.  The   Canadians   dug   themselves   in   just in   front   of   the   town.   “When   we   we   going over   a   number   of   Germans   came   over   No Man’s    Land    with    their    hands    up.”    The artillery   barrage   had   given   the   Germans   “an awful   pounding   and   they   were   pretty   well shaken.”  Some   of   the   German   soldiers   ran   while   others   surrendered.      When   the Canadians   got   at   close   quarters   the   surrendering   Germans,   a   tired   and   a worn-out group, held up their hands and were shouting “Mercy Comrades” The     Canadians     having     captured     the     German     positions     found themselves   with   German   biscuits,   tinned   meat,   black   bread,   what   they   knew as   brown   bread.      This   came   in   quite   handy   as   the   Canadians   were   only   able to   carry   light   rations.      That   night,   Private   Lindsay   Rogers   would   have   a   drink of soda water, compliments of the Germans. The   Germans   were   still   on   a   ridge   at   right   angles   to   the   Canadians   and the next morning, September 16, started sniping the Canadian positions. “A   bullet   cut   a   twig   over   the   Colonel’s   head.   I   was   cleaning   my   rifle   at the    time    and    I    said    to    a    Sergeant    next    to    me,    ‘snipe    away,    Fritz.    But tomorrow it will be ‘Mercy Comrade.’” The   words   had   hardly   escaped   the   mouth   of   Pte.   Lindsay   Rogers   when he received what seemed like a blow from a club over his head. “I   fell   on   my   face   and   I   thought   I   was   done   for.   I   could   hear   and   think but   could   not   move   hand   or   foot.   I   could   hear   the   others   shouting,   ‘Stretcher Bear. Two men hit’”. “I   felt   myself   sinking   into   a   great   dark   pit   and   seemed   to   be   dropping down   and   down.      Then,   I   gathered   all   my   strength   for   a   final   effort   and   said to myself: ‘No, I won’t go.’”   Pte.   Rogers   opened   his   eyes   and   called   out.      The   soldier   next   to   him got   his   field   dressing   and   put   it   on   the   wound   and   a   stretcher   bearer   tied   the dressing   up   properly.   The   bullet   had   passed   completely   through   his   neck   and killed the Sergeant he had been talking to and who was standing next to him. “After   a   while   I   got   control   of   my   limbs   and   laid   down   in   the   trench   on a   German   coat   and   stayed   there   all   day.   Fritz,   thinking   we   were   in   the   town, bombarded   it   but   we   fooled   him   as   we   had   dug   our   trenches      100   yards   in front of it.  All he did was to smash up some old houses and kill a few rats.” That   night   at   dark   Private   Rogers   and   two   other   soldiers,   one   each side of him went out of the trenches. “We   made   a   dash   through   the   town   with   ‘coal   boxes’   shells   which emitted   heavy   black   smoke   when   they   burst   landing   all   about   us.   It   was   a long   trip   over   the   shell   torn   ground   and   trenches.   Whenever   I   stepped   on   a low spot it jarred my neck quite a bit.” “At   the   dressing   station   the   doctor   put   me   on   a   stretcher.   From   there   I went   to   a   Clearing   Hospital   and   then   to   the   Canadian   Hospital.   Then   on   to Calais   where   we   took   the   boat   to   Dover.   Thence   to   Newcastle   on   Tyne,   just four   days   after   wounded.   The   doctors   say   I   had   a   close   shave   shave   and   asked me if I felt paraly sed. A doctor said, ‘You should be a dead man’”. Robert   Lindsay   Rogers   was   the   only   son   of   Joseph   R.   and Anne   Rogers,        of   Yarmouth,   Nova   Scotia.      He   enlisted   at   Yarmouth,   with   the   40th   Battalion, on February 8, 1915. Having    recuperated    from    his    wound,    September    16,    1916,    Private Rogers returned to the trenches in France.   Eleven   months   later   to   the   day,   August   16,   1917,   he   was   killed   as   he charged across ‘No Man’s Land’.   Also see:  Private Robert Lindsay Rogers -  25th Battalion   Sources: Photo Credits: Canada. Dept. of National Defence/Library and Archives Canada/ “A Monument Speaks” A Thurston; 1989 (pp 288-291)  
Canadian Trenches 1916
Canadian Trenches (1916)  On sentry duty.
Canadian Trenches (1916)  First aid for the wounded at Courcelette, September 1916.
Canadian Trenches  (1916)
Canadian wounded being carried at a trench railway (1916)