1899 - From the letters writer by Lt Col Park in Ladysmith
We are having rather a hard time of it with our three posts to defend, as the Boers have mounted several long range guns on positions about three miles on our right and right front, and fire shells all day whenever any men show themselves. However, we managed to do a great deal of work all yesterday in spite of them, and no one was hurt, and directly after dark I had all the battalion out, and we worked all night in reliefs, building parapets and walls and making loopholes and sinking pits to store rations, water and ammunition.
I think one more night’s work tonight will make all posts as strong as possible, and they have food for a fortnight in addition to what we issue daily, so they can hold their own well. I don’t know how long this state of things is going to last. There is no rifle shooting, but the guns bang away on both sides at intervals all day at long ranges, and very little actual harm is done. The trains were still running yesterday, but none have come or gone today, so I suppose the line is cut. Yule was sent down to Durban two nights ago, and just got through in time. There is no chance now of my getting a letter from you for perhaps weeks to come, nor can I send any to you, but I shall go on writing on the chance, and as a daily record of events.
We had to move all our officers’ tents yesterday morning, as the beggars put three shells among them in about ten minutes. We are now in a snug little corner under the hill where the ground is very rough and rocky, but we can’t possibly be worried with shells. I am up at four every morning and went to bed (in my clothes) at 1 a.m. last night, and was woke again at three, so that I had rather a long day. I was tramping up and down the hills and about the posts almost all the time on the rocks, and my feet are pretty sore and tired but when everyone is working so hard and so cheerfully, one can’t be behindhand, and it is the same for all. I rather like the hard work than otherwise. The worst part is the having to sit still and do nothing useful for so much of the day, when shells prevent work. I think I should almost prefer the enemy to come and attack so that we might at least have a good chance of hammering them, and perhaps of ending this state of affairs. I am quite fit and well, and believe the hard life in the open air is good for me, but I could do with a bit more sleep. I have never got that field allowance money, and now I couldn’t send it to you if I did, so I hope they will keep it till the line is open again. No more today.