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The Vicker’s Gun was marvellous if you were mechanically minded.

FYA 44 - Toronto Scottish Regiment - Regimental Museum - WWI - British - Vickers .303 MG - 1912

It was based on an original design by the American Harim Maxim who supplied guns to all the warring sides. He became a naturalised Briton and lived in Kent. His Maxim gun was used by the Germans, the Vickers MK1-IV by the British.

There were generally four stoppages:

  1. a bullish cartridge,
  2. a broken firing pin,
  3. a faulty cartridge
  4. or a damp belt.

You could tell from the position of the crank shaft what was wrong. A good gunner could correct it more or less straight away. The belt came out of this bean hopper with the ammo; it jammed if it got wet. With a faulty cartridge you could adjust the spring two or three notches.

I got a few day’s leave from Grantham before we left for France and then I didn’t get any leave whatsoever while I was out there through the Somme and Paschendale – about two and a half years of it. It was only when I came back to join the R.F.C. that I got any leave.

Everyone was issued with these red plastic identity discs with your name and number on them.

I went and found a Jeweller’s and had one made up in silver to hang around my wrist.

It read:

‘J A Wilson 13203
C of E
104 M.G.C.’

We set off for France at midnight in March 1916.

Grantham was a goods yard.

Belton Park and Harrowby nearby were the camps for transport and twelve machine gunner companies.

There were mules and officers’ horses and the limbers; a limber was a four wheeled cart or wagon.

The camps held, at any one time, between 25,000 and 45,000 troops.

This was the end of January or early February 1916.

There were no paths so you were always stepping into the mud just to reach your hut.

The mud as a joke; they reported that in the Camp’s Penny Pictorial and the local paper.

The other joke which did the rounds was that once interred in Barrowby Camp the inmates never left their stay seemed so interminable.

Belton Park had been offered to the military authorities when war broke out on the 4th August 1914.

Since the 1880s local volunteers, territorial and yeomanry had used the park. At first they had bell tents but in 1915 these were replaced by rows of wooden barracks. There was a standard gauge railway line using a 0 4 0 track which ran into the camp carrying supplies. It moved extremely slowly due to the weight of the goods and the steepness of the gradient. Soldiers marched the two miles from Grantham Station.

The Machine Gun Corps were based at Harrowby, the other side of Harrowby Lane immediately south of Belton.

The food was ‘Bloody Awful.’ The porridge was dreadful. You’d leave it and you got the same stuff back the next morning.

We were put on parade one Saturday morning in early 1916, which was unusual.

The next thing I know the Sergeant’s running up and down the line with the Red Cap picking out people’s names.

Afterwards I asked the Sergeant what it was all about.

“What’s this?” 
I ask.

“You’re going to the suicide squad on Monday.”

Then he added.

“You’re off to Grantham.”

Grantham was a camp for transport and machine gunners.

 

And that’s how I was transferred to the Machine Gun Corp, 35th Division, 104th Brigade Machine Gun Company.

I had no choice in the matter.

They were picking suitable looking fellows. They were copying the Germans. They went around all the infantry companies looking for suitable men. It was a heavy gun. The Vickers weighed over 28 pounds; the tripod 20 pounds and the water to cool the gun another 10 pounds.

They took about twenty from the Durham Light Infantry. The 7th Division was a Geordie regiment.

Billy Wrangham, who was 24, from Urpeth, Anfield Plane. His father was a Colliery Winding Engineerman – he was gassed.

And Bowsbie.

George Toward lived behind the Royal Hotel; he was a regular billiard player. He was a year younger then me, only got in by a squeak. He was eighteen. He lied about his age. George lived at 19 Consett Rd, Castleside just along the road from us. His father was gas producer at the steelworks. He was the youngest of four. I remember his sisters Elizabeth & Jennie and his big brother Robert a married man of 28.

Sergeant-Major Barwick; he was a funny one.

If he felt happy he’d get up and have a little jig and a sing song. He was from Teams, Gateshead. They had four lovely kiddies. He’d bring them down to watch us parade and we’d carry them on our shoulders. We’d give them pennies and sweats. He was killed on the 6th October 1918 age 28. Son of Joseph & Maria Barwick from Teams, Gateshead. His wife went by the name of Theresa.

Tommy Collinson, was another one.

Tommy was a big strapping lad. He had a brother who was shot in the knee before the war; it got gangrene and was lost. Tommy was just eighteen. He was killed on the 5th November 1917 at Paschendale.

And Billy Soulsby all from Askew Road, Gateshead.

He was a storekeeper by trade so they made him the quartermaster. Those are some of the names I remember. The rest of the company was made up from North Yorkshire, Lancashire, Cumberland, Birmingham and Northumberland.