G.B.L.

[Here the letters end abruptly, this being the last one written just
after the taking of Neuve Chapelle. On the following day, March 12th,
the Irish Rifles were ordered to advance to a further position, which,
although the ground was gained, the task was an almost impossible one,
the men being completely worn out after fighting hard several days and
nights together.

The story of how Colonel Laurie led the charge will be found in the
letters appended, with various other descriptions of the battle.
Cheering on his men and calling to them to follow him, he fell in
action mortally wounded. Thus was he summoned in a moment to a higher
life, and his pilgrimage on earth was over].

_R.I.P._

BUCKINGHAM PALACE, O.H.M.S.

_To Mrs. Laurie, Carlton Hall, Carlton-on-Trent, Notts._

The King and Queen deeply regret the loss you and the Army have
sustained by the death of your husband in the service of his country.
Their Majesties truly sympathize with you in your sorrow.

_Private Secretary._

(_From Major Clinton Baker, Second-in-Command._)

R.I. RIFLES.
14/3/15.

DEAR MRS. LAURIE,

You will have received your dreadful news by telegram. I cannot tell
you what a terrible loss it has been to the whole regiment, whose
deepest sympathy you have. Our dear Colonel was killed on March 12th
at 5.30 p.m. as he rose to lead a charge, revolver in hand--a fine
example to us all. The end was instantaneous, no suffering.

His adjutant early next morning, out with me, was shot dead at my
side, and we last evening after dark buried them side by side close to
Neuve Chapelle. We had three terrific days' fighting (10th, 11th,
12th), and are still engaged. I will answer any questions you may ask
as soon as I can. I am writing this in the position we captured,
knowing that you must be longing for even a short letter. I cannot
tell you what a _loss_ I have suffered. You have my very deepest
sympathy.

Yours most sincerely,
W. CLINTON BAKER.

Everything will be sent home in due course.

(_From the same._)

24/3/15.

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