Queue

All right.

Well, now that some of us have some of our clothes back on, let's get things started with It Came From The Queue.

It Came From The Queue.

This is where we discuss the scary stuff we've been up to.

I'll go first.

Battle Pieces.

On September twenty-eight, Canadian Corps headquarters moved from Nouvion-Vittases into what had been an enemy headquarters situated in the heart of the Droucourt-Queues line, half a mile east of Queues.

The new camp is on rising ground and remains fairly dry even in wet weather, a pleasant change from our previous quarters.

The enemy had here constructed elaborate dugouts thirty feet below the surface with commodious canvas-lined rooms, but for the most part the staff works and sleeps in tents grouped in and about a little wood, the whole camouflaged against air observation.

The enemy persistently shells our railhead at Queues with a long-distance gun, whose shell at stated intervals goes whining over the camp.

Trainloads of prisoners standing overnight in the yards, waiting to be moved to the base, protest at our inhumanity.

Little damage is done, though one shell lands in the lines of the corps garage.

Several Canadian ambulances are located at Queues, but escape injury.