Letter from Edward Revere Osler to his dad, William Osler [Transcript]
Revere describes the scene at the front, his observation post, and his fellow officers. He asks his father not send any more
books, as he has no time to read and can only carry with him the bare necessities.
[Description courtesy of McGill University.]
Soon after Osler's death in 1919, Lady Osler asked their good friend Dr. Harvey Cushing to write a biography. For this
project, Cushing gathered a wide variety of material, including a substantial amount of Osler correspondence and other memorabilia
borrowed from Osler's family, friends, and colleagues. He employed three secretaries to transcribe these documents, and
later donated the transcripts (along with his other working materials) to the Osler Library. Many of the original documents
were returned to the owners. The originals that were retained, together with the Cushing transcripts, constitute the largest
and most accessible collection of Osler's correspondence.
Harvey Cushing's "Life of Sir William Osler" was published by Oxford University Press in 1925, and was awarded
a Pulitzer Prize in 1926.
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1916-11-14 (November 14, 1916)
Osler, Edward Revere
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Sir William: Regius Professor at Oxford, 1905-1919
Tuesday, Nov. 14, 1916.
We are having a nice quiet morning and I am very glad of it, for I had a long day yesterday as forward observing officer,
and the novelty of being so close to all the fuss, combined with a long walk in the dark misty night across shell holes and
corpses rather tired me out. I slept from 10 p.m. till 8:30 a.m. this morning and am feeling a new man. The observing is most
fascinating. Our O. P. (observation post) is about two miles from the battery in an old trench just behind the second line,
and a fair distance from the German trenches. The way there is across the old battlefield which is nothing but a mass of loose
earth, and where path has been warned eighteen inches thick in mind. Not an inch of earth that has not been upturned is left,
and in places the shell holes are twelve feet deep, and filled with putrid mud and occasionally with a corpse at the bottom.
All kinds of abandoned equipment lies everywhere, and on every sky-line rifles stick in the mud with bayonets tied across
them indicated grave or marked the path which the infant to take for their trenches. The old trenches which on an ordinary
front would be used as communication trenches are now nearly level with the ground and offer very little cover. The observation
post itself is at the mouth of an old German dug-out which is 30 feet deep and will resist almost any ordinary shelling. In
front the broken parapet has been built up and a rifle propped against the mud wall makes a seat on which the observer can
sit and watch proceedings. I was there the day before yesterday in the afternoon, and in spite of it being rather misty we
could see the German lines and villages fairly distinctly, with our shells bursting on and over them.
Yesterday I went up, as Brigade forward observing officer with three signalers. I spent the day there was relieved in the
evening by another officer from our own battery, as my major, the battery commander, thought that the whole thirty hours was
rather long for me until I became more used to shelling. It was very misty and I saw scarcely anything of interest, except
a barrage which the Germans put up over a party of infantry, which was leaving the trenches. It was wonderful to see how little
effect such a dangerous looking fire had upon them, for they luckily were just out of it in time. One or two stragglers were
left behind, but I think they took shelter safely in shell holes, for I saw them afterwards come across the open as hard as
they could run.
The dugouts are splendid, and once when I retired into them the shells which came near had not the least effect. There are
two stairways so that if one entrance is blown in the other one remains. Of course the doors face the wrong way, as they were
built against our own shells, but a high parapet in front gives a good protection. The whole O. P. is really very comfortable
I have not really had a chance of doing any sketches, but I'm going to make a good attempt for they will be interesting
afterwards, even if I don't want a reminder at present.
We have no doctor present, for he was killed about two weeks ago in his place has not been filled. Below the mass in the dugout
is a dressing station with two R. A. M. C. orderlies who attend to anyone who needs attention.
So glad Bob is back! How glad they must be to see him. Please tell Muz that I do not want the waterproof leggings, as we are
going in to rest so soon, and cannot carry anything but bare necessities, besides I have so much riding now, and my coat keeps
me quite dry. Also, please, don't send any more books, as I really have not a moment to read them, nor any room to carry
them. If you could see the place where the three of us sleep you would realize what few conveniences we have to indulge in
our civilized occupation.
I had my clothes off and put on clean ones for the first time since I joined the battery. I get a good wash and shave every
morning, and none of us are lousy, so we're quite well off. Thank you so much for sending the Dan A. I wish I had time
to read it. Please thank Muz for the writing pad which came this evening. Ask her to send one of Mrs. Parsons' cakes,
we would love it in the mess. Several letters came from you and Muz yesterday. They had been forwarded from the D. A. C. I
was very amused to hear you had been smoking a cigar! So glad you like the Southhampton books. Oh! That I could sit and read
them at home! Really the Walton Lives is a beauty.
I am very fortunate to have come to such a good battery. There are four officers besides myself, major Bachelor, Cluttenbuck,
Taraner, and Lawrence. The three last are all -- . The major is a regular, very outspoken and frank, and I expect competent,
quite agreeable, and I admire and will get to like him. Cluttenbuck I don't see much of, as he is at the wagon lines holy
and not very exalted place in the majors estimation. Taraner is my own age, was a term at Cambridge in 1914 before he joined.
He has been through the Gallipoli and Egypt campaigns, and though a temporary officer, is a keen soldier and fine type of
fellow. Lawrence is another civilian, from New Zealand, though not quite such a good type of man as the others is both a good
officer and a pleasant companion. I am sure I will be very happy among them. Thank God! It means more than I could have imagined.
I had no idea what confidence one gains from one's fellows in a time like this, until the other day.
I would be so interested to see Mr. Sales' book (Ages of Man). Perhaps when we go into rest and get comfortably settled
in billets I will be able to have it sent. Couldn't she get him to give me a copy himself?
Rumors of going out of action are very frequent, and today Lawrence has been detailed to go on this town mayor of the place
where we rest, somewhere near Cressy. I hope from there I will be able to get up to Boulogne and see McGill again. I am just
going out to fire a few salvoes, and then to bed if nothing else turns up. Good night, and much love to all.