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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917 + +Author: Philip Gibbs + +Release Date: March 2, 2011 [EBook #35403] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FROM BAPAUME TO *** + + + + +Produced by Moti Ben-Ari and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[i]</a></span></p> +<h1>FROM BAPAUME TO<br /> +PASSCHENDAELE</h1> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[ii]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[iii]</a></span></p> +<h1>FROM BAPAUME TO<br /> +PASSCHENDAELE</h1> + +<div class="center"><br />1917<br /><br />BY</div> + +<h2>PHILIP GIBBS</h2> + +<div class="center"> +AUTHOR OF<br /> +"THE BATTLES OF THE SOMME," "THE SOUL<br /> +OF THE WAR," ETC.<br /> +<br /><br /><br /> +<i>WITH MAPS</i><br /> +<br /><br /><br /> +TORONTO<br /> +WILLIAM BRIGGS<br /> +1918 +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[iv]</a></span></p> +<div class="center"> +PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BY THE COMPLETE PRESS<br /> +WEST NORWOOD ENGLAND +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + + +<div class="center"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align="right">CHAP</td><td align="left"></td><td align="right">Page</td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Introduction</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">PART I</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">RETREAT FROM THE SOMME</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">I.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A New Year of War</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">II.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">An Attack near Le Transloy</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">III.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Abandonment of Grandcourt</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Gordons in the Butte de Warlencourt</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">V.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Battle of Boom Ravine</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Enemy Withdraws</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Our Entry into Gommecourt</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Why the Enemy Withdrew</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Australians enter Bapaume</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">X.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Rescue of Péronne</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">PART II</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">ON THE TRAIL OF THE ENEMY</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">I.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Making of No Man's Land</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">II.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Letter of the Law</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">III.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Abandoned Country</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Curé of Voyennes</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">V.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Château of Liancourt</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Old Women of Tincourt</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Agony of War</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Cavalry in Action</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span></td> +<td align="center">PART III</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">THE BATTLE OF ARRAS</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">I.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Arras and the Vimy Ridge</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">II.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Londoners through the German Lines</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">III.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Struggle Round Monchy</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Other Side of Vimy</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">V.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Way To Lens</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Slaughter at Lagnicourt</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Terrors of the Scarpe</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Background of Battle</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">How the Scots Took Guémappe</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">X.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Oppy Line</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Battle of May 3</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Fields of Gold</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">PART IV</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">THE BATTLE OF MESSINES</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">I.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Wytschaete and Messines</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_152">152</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">II.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Spirit of Victory</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">III.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">After the Earthquake</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_164">164</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Effect of the Blow</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">V.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Looking Backward</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_176">176</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Australians at Messines</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_180">180</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">A Battle in a Thunder-storm</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Tragedy at Lombartzyde</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_186">186</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Struggle for Hell Wood</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"></td></tr> + +<tr><td align="right"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span> +</td><td align="center">PART V</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">THE BATTLES OF FLANDERS</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="center">AND THE CANADIANS AT LENS</td><td align="right"></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">I.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Breaking the Salient</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">II.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">From Pilkem Ridge To Hollebeke</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_201">201</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">III.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Beginning of the Rains</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Pill-boxes and Machine-guns</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_211">211</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">V.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Song of the Cockchafers</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_221">221</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Woods of Ill-fame</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_226">226</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Battle of Langemarck</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_230">230</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">VIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Capture of Hill Seventy</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">IX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Londoners in Glencorse Wood</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_242">242</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">X.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Somersets at Langemarck</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_246">246</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Irish in the Swamps</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_251">251</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Way Through Glencorse Wood</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_255">255</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Slaughter-house of Lens</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_261">261</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XIV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Agony of Armentières</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_269">269</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Battle of Menin Road</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_274">274</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XVI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Way To Passchendaele</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_294">294</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XVII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Battle of Polygon Wood</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_298">298</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XVIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Abraham Heights and Beyond</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_308">308</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XIX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Scenes of Battle</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_321">321</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XX.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Slough of Despond</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_329">329</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XXI.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Assaults on Passchendaele</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_339">339</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XXII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">Round Poelcappelle</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_343">343</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XXIII.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Canadians come North</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_356">356</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XXIV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">London Men and Artists</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_372">372</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right">XXV.</td><td align="left"><span class="smcap">The Capture of Passchendaele</span></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_376">376</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="right"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="FROM_BAPAUME_TO_PASSCHENDAELE" id="FROM_BAPAUME_TO_PASSCHENDAELE"></a>FROM BAPAUME TO PASSCHENDAELE</h2> +<h3>INTRODUCTION</h3> + + +<p>1917.... I suppose that a century hence men and women +will think of that date as one of the world's black years flinging +its shadow forward to the future until gradually new generations +escape from its dark spell. To us now, only a few months +away from that year, above all to those of us who have seen +something of the fighting which crowded every month of it +except the last, the colour of 1917 is not black but red, because +a river of blood flowed through its changing seasons and there +was a great carnage of men. It was a year of unending battle +on the Western Front, which matters most to us because of +all our youth there. It was a year of monstrous and desperate +conflict. Looking back upon it, remembering all its days of +attack and counter-attack, all the roads of war crowded with +troops and transport, all the battlefields upon which our +armies moved under fire, the coming back of the prisoners by +hundreds and thousands, the long trails of the wounded, the +activity, the traffic, the roar and welter and fury of the year, +one has a curious physical sensation of breathlessness and +heart-beat because of the burden of so many memories. The +heroism of men, the suffering of individuals, their personal +adventures, their deaths or escape from death, are swallowed +up in this wild drama of battle so that at times it seems +impersonal and inhuman like some cosmic struggle in which +man is but an atom of the world's convulsion. To me, and +perhaps to others like me, who look on at all this from the +outside edge of it, going into its fire and fury at times only to +look again, closer, into the heart of it, staring at its scenes not +as men who belong to them but as witnesses to give evidence +at the bar of history—for if we are not that we are nothing—and +to chronicle the things that have happened on those fields, +this sense of impersonal forces is strong. We see all this in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> +the mass. We see its movement as a tide watched from the +bank and not from the point of view of a swimmer breasting +each wave or going down in it. Regimental officers and men +know more of the ground in which they live for a while before +they go forward over the shell-craters to some barren slope +where machine-guns are hidden below the clods of soil, or a +line of concrete blockhouses heaped up with timber and sand-bags +on one of the ridges. They know with a particular +intimacy the smallest landmarks there—the forked branch +among some riven trees that are called a "wood," a dead body +that lies outside their wire, the muzzle of a broken gun that +pokes out of the slime, a hummock of earth that is a German +strong point. They know the stench of these places. They +know the filth of them, in their dug-outs and in their trenches, +in their senses and in their souls. I and a few others have a +view less intimate, and on a wider scale. We go to see how +our men live in these places, but do not stay with them. We +go from one battle to another as doctors from one case to +another, feeling the pulse of it, watching its symptoms, +diagnosing the prospects of life or death, recording its history, +as observers and not as the patients of war, though we take a +few of its risks, and its tragedy darkens our spirit sometimes, +and the sight of all this struggle of men, the thought of all this +slaughter and sacrifice of youth, becomes at times intolerable +and agonizing. This broad view of war is almost as wearing +to the spirit, though without the physical strain, as the closer +view which soldiers have. The wounded man who comes +down to the dressing-station after his fight sees only the men +around him at the time, and it is a personal adventure of pain +limited to his own suffering, and relieved by the joy of his +escape. But we see the many wounded who stream down +month after month from the battlefields—for three and a half +years I have watched the tide of wounded flowing back, so +many blind men, so many cripples, so many gassed and stricken +men—and there is something staggering in the actual sight of +the vastness and the unceasing drift of this wreckage of war. +So we have seen the fighting in the year 1917 in the whole +sweep of its bloody pageant; and the rapidity with which one +battle followed another after an April day in Arras, the continued +fury of gun-fire and infantry assaults, and the long heroic +effort of our men to smash the enemy's strength before the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +year should end, left us, as chroniclers of this twelve months' +strife, overwhelmed by the number of its historic episodes and +by its human sacrifice.</p> + +<p>The year began with the German retreat from the Somme +battlefields. It was a withdrawal for strategical reasons—the +shortening of the enemy's line and the saving of his man-power—but +also a retreat because it was forced upon the enemy by +the greatness of his losses in the Somme fighting. He would +not have left the Bapaume Ridge and all his elaborate defences +down to Péronne and Roye unless we had so smashed his +divisions by incessant gun-fire and infantry assaults that he was +bound to economize his power for adventures elsewhere. On +the ground from which he drew back, more hurriedly than he +desired because we followed quickly on his heels to Bapaume, +he left some of his dead. Many of his dead. Below Loupart +Wood I saw hundreds of them, strewn about their broken +batteries, and lying in heaps of obscene flesh in the wild chaos +of earth which had been their trenches. On one plot of earth +a few hundred yards in length there were 800 dead, and over +all this battlefield one had to pick one's way to avoid treading +on the bits and bodies of men. From the mud, arms stretched +out like those of men who had been drowned in bogs. Boots +and legs were uncovered in the muck-heaps, and faces with +eyeless sockets on which flies settled, clay-coloured faces with +broken jaws, or without noses or scalps, stared up at the sky +or lay half buried in the mud. I fell once and clutched a bit +of earth and found that I had grasped a German hand. It +belonged to a body in field-grey stuck into the side of a bank +on the edge of all this filthy shambles.... In the retreat the +enemy laid waste the country behind him. I have described +in this book the completeness of that destruction and its +uncanny effect upon our senses as we travelled over the old +No Man's Land through hedges of barbed wire and across +the enemy's trenches into his abandoned strongholds like +Gommecourt and Serre, and then into open country where +German troops had lived beyond our gun-fire in French villages +still inhabited by civilians. It was like wandering through a +plague-stricken land abandoned after some fiendish orgy, of +men drunk with the spirit of destruction. Every cottage in +villages for miles around had been gutted by explosion. Every +church in those villages had been blown up. The orchards<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> +had been cut down and some of the graves ransacked for their +lead. There had been no mercy for historic little towns like +Bapaume and Péronne, and in Bapaume the one building that +stood when we entered—the square tower of the Town Hall—was +hurled up a week later when a slow fuse burnt to its end, +and only a hole in the ground shows where it had been. The +enemy left these slow-working fuses in many places, and +"booby-traps" to blow a man to bits or blind him for life if +he touched a harmless-looking stick or opened the lid of a box, +or stumbled over an old boot. One of the dirty tricks of war.</p> + +<p>We followed the enemy quickly to Bapaume northwards +towards Quéant, but with only small patrols farther east, +where he retired in easy stages with rear-guards of machine-gunners +to his Hindenburg line behind St. Quentin. The +absence of large numbers of British soldiers in this abandoned +country scared one. Supposing the enemy were to come back +in force? It was difficult to know his whereabouts. We were +afraid of running our cars into his outposts. "Can you tell +me where our front line is," asked a friend of mine to a sergeant +leaning against a ruined wall and chatting to a private who +stood next to him. The sergeant removed his cigarette from +his mouth and with just the glint of a smile in his eyes said, +"Well, sir, I am the front line." It was almost like that for a +week or two. I went down roads where there was no sign of +a trench or a patrol and knew that the enemy was very close. +One felt lonely. Sir Douglas Haig did not waste his men in a +futile pursuit of the enemy. He wanted them elsewhere, and +decided that the Germans would not return over the roads +they had destroyed by mine-craters to the villages they had +laid waste. He was concentrating masses of men round Arras +for the battles which had been planned in the autumn of '16.</p> + +<p>The Commander-in-Chief has explained in one of his dispatches +how the general plan of campaign for the spring +offensive was modified because of the German retreat which +relieved us of another battle of the Ancre. It was readjusted +also, as he has written, in order to meet the wishes of the French +Command, so that the attack on the Messines Ridge, to be +followed by operations against the Flanders ridges towards the +coast, had to be made secondary to the actions around Arras +and the Scarpe. They were intended to hold a number of +German divisions while the French undertook their own great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> +offensive in the Champagne under the supreme command of +General Nivelle. In the Arras battles our troops were to do +the "team work" for the French, and if the combined operations +did not produce decisive results the British Armies might +then be transferred to Flanders, according to the original plan. +It was a handicap to our own strategical ideas, and was certain +to weaken our divisions without increasing our prestige before +they could be sent to Flanders for the most important assaults +on our length of front. In loyalty to our Allies it was decided +to subordinate our own plan to theirs, and this agreement was +carried out utterly. By bad luck the Italians were not ready +to strike at the same time, and the Russian revolution had +already begun to relieve the enemy of his Eastern menace, so +that the Anglo-French offensive did not have the prospect of +decisive victory which might have come if the German armies +had been pressed on all fronts.</p> + +<p>Our regimental officers and men knew nothing of all this +high strategy, nothing of the international difficulties which +confronted our High Command. They knew only that they +had to attack strong and difficult positions and that the +immediate success depended upon their own leadership and +the courage and training of their men. They were sure of that +and hoped for a victory which would break the German spirit. +They devoted themselves to the technical details of their +work, and only in subconscious thought pondered over the +powers that lie behind the preparations of battle and decide +the fate of fighting men. The scenes in Arras and on the +roads that lead to Arras are not to be forgotten by men who +lived through them. Below ground as well as above ground +thousands of soldiers worked night and day for weeks before +the hour of attack. Above ground they were getting many +guns into position, making roads, laying cables, building huts +and camps, hurrying up vast stores of material. Below +ground they were boring tunnels and making them habitable +for many battalions, with ventilation shafts and electric light. +All the city of Arras has an underground system of vaults and +passages dug out in the time of the Spanish Netherlands when +the houses of the citizens were built of stone quarried from +the ground on which they stood. These subterranean passages +were deepened and lengthened until they went a mile or more +beyond Arras to the edge of the German front lines. The old<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> +vaults where the merchants kept their stores were propped up +and cleaned out, and in this underground world thousands of +our men lived for several days before the battle waiting for +"zero" hour on April 9, when they would come up into the +light and see the shell-fire which was now exploding above +them, unloosing boulders of chalky rock about them and +shaking the bowels of the earth. The enemy knew of our +preparations and of this life in Arras, and during the week +before the battle he flung many shells into the city, smashing +houses already stricken, "strafing" the station and the +barracks, the squares and courtyards, and the roads that led +in and out. During the progress of the battle I went many +times into the broken heart of Arras while the bodies of men +and horses lay about where transport columns had gone galloping +by under fire and while the shrill whine of high velocities +was followed by the crash of shells among the ruins. In the +town and below it there were always crowds of men during +the weeks of fighting outside. I went through the tunnels +when long columns of soldiers in single file moved slowly +forward to another day's battle in the fields beyond, and when +another column came back, wounded and bloody after their +morning's fight.</p> + +<p>The wounded and the unwounded passed each other in these +dimly lighted corridors. Their steel hats clinked together. +Their bodies touched. Wafts of stale air laden with a sickly +stench came out of the vaults. Faint whiffs of poison-gas +filtered through the soil above and made men vomit. For the +most time the men were silent as they passed each other, but +now and then a wounded man would say, "Oh, Christ!" or +"Mind my arm, mate," and an unwounded man would pass +some remark to the man ahead. In vaults dug into the sides +of the passages were groups of tunnellers and other men half +screened by blanket curtains. Their rifles were propped +against the quarried rocks. They sat on ammunition boxes +and played cards to the light of candles stuck in bottles, which +made their shadows flicker fantastically on the walls. They +took no interest in the procession beyond their blankets—the +walking wounded and the troops going up. Some of them +slept on the stone floors with their heads covered by their +overcoats and made pillows of their gas-masks. Under some +old houses of Arras were women and children—about 700<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span> +of them—among our soldiers. They were the people who had +lived underground since the beginning of the war and would +not leave. Only four of them went away when they were told +of the coming battle and its dangers. "We will stay," they +said with a certain pride because they had seen so much war. +A few women were wounded and one or two killed. Later, +after the first day's battle, in spite of some high velocities +from long-range guns, the streets and squares were filled with +soldiers, and Arras was tumultuous with the movement of men +and horses and mules and wagons. The streets seethed with +Scottish soldiers muddy as they came straight out of battle, +bloody as they walked in wounded. Many battalions of Jocks +came into the squares, and their pipers came to play to them. +I watched the Gordons' pipers march up and down in stately +ritual, and their colonel, who stood next to me, looked at them +with a proud light in his eyes as the tune of "Highland Laddie" +swelled up to the gables and filled the open frontages of the +gutted houses. Snowflakes fell lightly on the steel hats of the +Scots in the square, and mud was splashed to the khaki aprons +over their kilts—no browner than their hard lean faces—as a +battery rumbled across the cobbled place and the drivers +turned in their saddles to grin at the fine swagger of the pipers +and the triumph of the big drumsticks. An old woman danced +a jig to the pipes, holding her skirt above her skinny legs. She +tripped up to a group of Scottish officers and spoke quick shrill +words to them. "What does the old witch say," asked a +laughing Gordon. She had something particular to say. In +1870 she had heard the pipes in Arras. They were played by +prisoners from South Germany, and as a young girl she had +danced to them.... There was a casualty clearing-station in +Arras, in a deep high vault like the crypt of a cathedral. The +way into it was down a long tunnelled passage, and during the +battle thousands of men came here to have their wounds +dressed. They formed up in queues waiting their turn and +moved slowly down the tunnelled way, weary, silent, patient. +Outside lay some of the bad cases until the stretcher-bearers +carried them down, and others sat on the side of the road or +lay at full length there, dog-weary after their long walk from +the battlefields. Blind boys were led forward by their comrades, +and men with all their heads and faces swathed about. +They were not out of danger even yet, for the enemy hated to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +leave Arras as a health resort, but it was sanctuary for men +who had been in hell fire up by Monchy.</p> + +<p>The first day of the Arras battle was our victory. We struck +the enemy a heavy blow, and the capture of the Vimy Ridge +by the Canadians and the Highland Division was as wonderful +as the great thrust by English and Scottish battalions along +the valley of the Scarpe across the Arras-Cambrai road. By +April 14 we had captured 13,000 prisoners and over 200 guns. +But it was hard fighting after the first few hours of the 9th, and +the operations that followed on both sides of the Scarpe were +costly to us. The London men of the 56th Division, and the old +county troops of the 3rd and 12th and 37th, and the Scots of the +15th suffered in heroic fighting against strong and fresh reserves +of the enemy who were massed rapidly to check them and made +fierce, repeated counter-attacks against the village of Rœux and +its chemical works, north of the Scarpe, and against Monchy-le-Preux +and Guémappe, south of the river. Again and again +these counter-attacks were beaten back with most bloody +losses to the enemy, but our own men suffered each time until +they were weary beyond words. I saw the cavalry ride forward +towards Monchy, where they came under great fire, and I saw +the body of their General carried back to Tilloy. It was a day +of tragic memory.</p> + +<p>At this time, as Sir Douglas Haig has recorded, the battle +of Arras might have ended. But the French offensive was +about to begin, and it was important that the full pressure of +the British attacks should be maintained in order to assist our +Allies. A renewal of the assault was therefore ordered, and +after a week's postponement to gather together new supplies, +to change the divisions, and complete the artillery dispositions, +fighting was resumed on a big scale on April 23. It was on a +front of about nine miles, from Croisilles to Gavrelle. Important +ground was taken west of Chérisy and east of Monchy, where +our troops seized Infantry Hill, but the violent counter-attacks +of the enemy in great strength prevented the gain of all our +objectives on that day, and once more put our troops to a +severe ordeal. Rœux and Gavrelle on the north of the Scarpe, +Guémappe on the south, were the focal points of this struggle +and the scene of the bitterest fighting in and out of the villages. +On April 23 and 24 the enemy made eight separate counter-attacks +against Gavrelle, and each was shattered by our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> +artillery and machine-gun fire. On April 28 there was another +great day of battle when the Canadians had fierce hand-to-hand +fighting in the village of Arleux, and English troops made +progress towards Oppy over Greenland Hill and beyond Monchy. +Gavrelle was attacked seven times more by the enemy, who +fell again in large numbers. The night attack of May 3 was +unlucky in many of its episodes because some of our men lost +their way in the darkness and had the enemy behind them as +well as in front of them, and suffered under heavy artillery and +machine-gun fire. It was "team work" for the French, and +many of our sons fell that day not knowing that their blood +was the price of loyalty to our Allies and part payment of the +debt we owe to France for all her valour in this war. On +May 3 the battle front was extended on a line of sixteen miles, +and while the 3rd and 1st Armies attacked from Fontaine-lez-Croisilles +to Fresnoy, the 5th Army stormed the Hindenburg +line near Bullecourt. The Australians carried a stretch of this +Hindenburg line. Chérisy fell into the hands of East county +battalions, Rœux was entered again by English troops, and in +Fresnoy, north of Oppy, the Canadians fought masses of +Germans assembled for counter-attack and swept them out of +the village. Heavy counter-attacks developed later, so that +our men had to fall back from Chérisy and Rœux—Fresnoy +was abandoned later—but the rest of the ground was held. +During this month's fighting twenty-three German divisions +had been withdrawn exhausted from the line, and we had +captured 19,500 prisoners, 257 guns including 98 heavies, +464 machine-guns, 227 trench mortars, and a great quantity of +war material. We advanced our line five miles on a front of +over twenty miles, including the Vimy Ridge, which had always +menaced our positions. Above all, we had drawn upon the +enemy's strength so that the French armies were relieved of +that amount of resistance to their offensive against the Chemin +des Dames. That was the idea behind it all, and it succeeded, +though the cost was not light. The battle of Arras petered +out into small engagements and nagging fighting when on +June 7 the battle of Messines began.</p> + +<p>It was a model battle, and the whole operation was astonishing +in the thoroughness of its preparations through every detail +of organization, in the training of its method of attack, in +generalship and staff work, and in its Intelligence department.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +The 2nd Army had long held this part of the Ypres salient, and +knew the enemy's country as well as its own. The observers +on Kemmel Hill, which looked across to Wytschaete Ridge, +had watched every movement in the enemy's lines, and every +sign of new defensive work. Aeroplane photographs, stacks +of them, revealed many secrets of the enemy's life on this high +ground which gave him observation of all our roads and +villages in the flat country between Dickebusch and Ypres. A +relief map on a big scale was built up in a field behind our +lines, and the assault troops and their officers walked round it +and studied in miniature the woods and slopes, strong points +and trenches, which they would have to attack. For eighteen +months past Australian and Canadian miners had been at work +below ground boring deep under the enemy's positions and +laying charges for the explosion of twenty-four mines. All +that time the enemy, aware of his danger, had been counter-mining, +and at Hill 60 there was constant underground fighting +for more than ten months when men met each other in the +converging galleries and fought in their darkness. As Sir +Douglas Haig has written, at the time of our offensive the +enemy was known to be driving a gallery which would have +broken into the tunnel leading into the Hill 60 mines. By +careful listening it was judged that if our attack took place on +the date arranged, the enemy's gallery would just fail to +reach us. So he was allowed to proceed. Eight thousand +yards of gallery had been bored, and there were nineteen mines +ready charged with over a million pounds of explosives. I saw +those nineteen mines go up. The earth rocked with a great +shudder, and the sky was filled with flame. It was the signal +of our bombardment to break out in a deafening tumult of +guns after a quietude in which I heard only the snarl of enemy +gas-shells and the shunting and whistling of our railway engines +down below there in the darkness as though this battlefield +were Clapham Junction. Round about the salient a network +of railways had been built with great speed under the very +eyes of the enemy, and though he had shelled our tracks and +engines he could never stop the work of those engineers who +laboured with fine courage and industry so that the guns might +not lack for shells nor the men for supplies on the day of attack. +The battle of Wytschaete and Messines was a fine victory for +us, breaking the evil spell of the Ypres salient in which our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +men had sat down so long under direct observation of the +enemy on that ridge above them. Kemmel Hill, which had +been under fire in our lines for three years, became a health +resort for Australian boys whose turn to fight had not yet come, +and they sat on top of the old observation-post where men +had hidden below ground to watch through a slit in the earth, +staring through field-glasses at the sweep of fire from Oostaverne +to Pilkem, and eating sweets, and putting wild flowers in their +slouch hats. Dickebusch lost its horror. The road to Vierstraat +was no longer bracketed by German shells, and there +was no further need of camouflage screens along other +roads where notice-boards said: <i>Drive slowly—dust draws +fire</i>. On the morning of battle after the capture of the ridge +an Irish brigadier sat outside his dug-out on a kitchen chair +before a deal table, where his maps were spread. "It's good +to take the fresh air," he said. "Yesterday I had to keep +below ground." All that made a difference on the right of the +salient, but Ypres was still "a hot shop," as the men say, and +the roads out of Ypres—the Lille road and the Menin road—were +as abominable as ever, and worse than ever when at the +end of July the battles of Flanders began.</p> + +<p>The Wytschaete-Messines Ridge is the eastern spur of that +long range of "abrupt isolated hills," to use the words of +Sir Douglas Haig, which divides the valleys of the Lys and the +Yser, and links up with the ridges stretching north-eastwards +to the Ypres-Menin road, and then northwards to Passchendaele +and Staden. One of the objects of our campaign in 1917 was +to gain the high ground to Passchendaele and beyond. A +mere glance at a relief map is enough to show the formidable +nature of the positions held by the enemy on those slopes +which dominated our low ground. When one went across the +Yser Canal along the Menin road, or towards the Pilkem Ridge, +those slopes seemed like a wall of cliffs barring the way of our +armies, however strongly our tide of men might dash against +them. The plan to take them by assault needed enormous +courage and high faith in the mind of any man who bore the +burden of command, and his faith and courage depended +utterly on the valour of the men who were to carry out his +plan against those frowning hills. The men did not fail our +High Command, and for three and a half months those troops +of ours fought with a heroic resolution never surpassed by any<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +soldiers in the world, and hardly equalled, perhaps, in all the +history of war, against terrible gun-fire and innumerable +machine-guns, in storms and swamps, in bodily misery because +of the mud and wet, in mental suffering because of the long +strain on their nerve and strength, with severe casualties +because of the enemy's fierce resistance, but with such passionate +and self-sacrificing courage that the greatest obstacles were +overcome, and the enemy was beaten back from one line of +defence to another with large captures of prisoners and guns +until, in the middle of November, the crest of Passchendaele +was gained.</p> + +<p>Before the first day of the battle the 5th Army, with the +1st French Army on its left, below the flooded ground of +St.-Jansbeek, crossed the Yser Canal and seized 3000 yards of +the enemy's trench system. During that night the pioneer battalion +of the Guards, working under fierce fire, built seventeen +bridges across the canal for the passage of our troops on the +day of assault. On that day, July 31, at 3.50 in the morning, +battle was engaged on a front of fifteen miles from Boesinghe +to the River Lys, where the 2nd Army was making a holding +attack on our right wing. The German front-line system of +defence was taken everywhere. Our troops captured the +Pilkem Ridge on the left, Velorenhoek, the Frezenberg Redoubt, +the Pommern Redoubt, and St.-Julien north of the Ypres-Roulers +railway, and were fighting forward against fierce +resistance on both sides of the Ypres-Menin road. They +stormed through Sanctuary Wood and captured Stirling Castle, +Hooge, and the Bellewaerde Ridge, and by the end of the day +had gained the crest of Westhoek Ridge. On the 2nd Army +front the New-Zealanders carried the village of La Basseville +after close fighting, which lasted fifty minutes, and English +troops on their left captured Hollebeke and difficult ground +north of the Ypres-Comines Canal. Over 6000 prisoners, +including 133 officers, surrendered to us that day.</p> + +<p>It was in the afternoon of the first day that the luck of the +weather was decided against us and there began those heavy +rain-storms which drenched the battlefields in August and +made them dreadful for men and beasts. All this part of +Flanders is intersected by small streams or "beeks" filtering +through the valleys between the ridges, and our artillery-fire +had already caused them to form ponds and swamps by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> +destroying their channels so that they slopped over the low-lying +ground. The rains enlarged this area of flood, and so +saturated the clayey soil that it became a vast bog with deep +overbrimming pits where thousands of shell-craters had pierced +the earth. Tracks made of wooden slabs fastened together +were the only roads by which men and pack-mules could cross +this quagmire, and each of these ways became taped out by +the enemy's artillery, and very perilous. They were slippery +under moist mud, and men and mules fell into the bogs on +either side, and sometimes drowned in them. At night in the +darkness and the storms it was hard to find the tracks and +difficult to keep to them, and long columns of troops staggered +and stumbled forward with mud up to their knees if they lost +direction, and mud up to their necks if they fell into the shell-holes. +It was over such ground as this, in such intolerable +conditions, that our men fought and won their way across the +chain of ridges which led to Passchendaele. I saw some of the +haunting scenes of this struggle and went over the ground +across the Pilkem Ridge, and along the Ypres-Menin road to +Westhoek Ridge, and up past Hooge to the bogs of Glencorse +Wood and Inverness Copse, and beyond the Yser Canal to +St.-Jean and Wieltje, where every day for months our gunners +went on firing, and every day the enemy "answered back" +with scattered and destructive fire, searching for our batteries +and for the bodies of our men. The broken skeleton of Ypres +was always in the foreground or the background of this scene +of war, and every day it changed in different atmospheric +phases and different hours of light so that it was never the +same in its tragic beauty. Sometimes it was filled with gloom +and shadows, and the tattered masonry of the Cloth Hall, +lopped off at the top, stood black as granite above its desolate +boulder-strewn square. Sometimes when storm-clouds were +blown wildly across the sky and the sunlight struck through +them, Ypres would be all white and glamorous, like a ghost +city in a vision of the world's end. At times there was a warm +glow upon its rain-washed walls, and they shone like burnished +metal. Or they were wrapped about with a thick mist stabbed +through by flashes of red fire from heavy guns, revealing in a +moment's glare the sharp edges of the fallen stonework, the +red ruins of the prison and asylum, the huddle of shell-pierced +roofs, and that broken tower which stands as a memorial of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +what once was the splendour of Ypres. A military policeman +standing outside the city gave an order to all going in: "Gasmasks +and steel hats to be worn," and at that moment when +one fumbled at the string of one's gas-bag and fastened the +strap of a steel hat beneath one's chin, the menace of war crept +close and the evil of it touched one's senses. It was very evil +beyond the Lille gate and the Menin gate, where new shell-holes +mingled with old ones, and men walked along the way of +death. The spirit of that evil lurked about the banks of the +Yser Canal with its long fringe of blasted trees, white and +livid, with a leprous look when the sunlight touched their +stumps. The water of the canal was but a foul slime stained +with gobs of colour. The wreckage of bridges and barges lay +in it. In its banks were unexploded shells and deep gashes +where the bursts had torn the earth down, and innumerable +craters. The Yser Canal holds in a ghostly way the horror of +this war. Yet it is worse beyond. Out through the Menin +gate the view of the salient widens, and every yard of the +way is bleeding with the memory of British soldiers who +walked and fought and died here since the autumn of '14. +How many of them we can hardly guess or know. The white +crosses of their graves are scattered about the shell-churned +fields and the rubbish-heaps of brick, though many were never +buried, and many were taken back by stretcher-bearers who +risked their lives to bring in these bodies. There is no house +where the White Château used to be. There is no grange by +the Moated Grange where men crept out at night, crawling on +their stomachs when the flares went up. Hundreds of thousands +of men have gone up to Hell-fire Corner, some of them +with a cold sweat in the palms of their hands and brave faces +and an act of sacrifice in their hearts. It was the way to +Hooge. It was a corner of the hell that was here always under +German guns and German eyes from the ridge beyond. They +had high ground all around us, as the country goes up from +Observatory Ridge and Sanctuary Wood and Bellewaerde to +the Westhoek Ridge and the high plateau of Polygon Wood. +No men of ours could move in the daylight without being seen. +The Menin road was always under fire. Every bit of broken +barn, every dug-out and trench, was a mark for the enemy's +artillery. During the Flanders fighting all this ground was +still in the danger zone, though the enemy lost much of his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +direct observation after our first advance. But he was still +trying to find the old places and hurled over big shells in a +wild scattered way. They flung up black fountains of earth +with frightful violence. Everywhere there were shell-holes so +deep that a cart and horse would find room in them. One +looked into these gulfs with beastly sensations—with a kind of +animal fear at the thought of what would happen to a man if +he stood in the way of such an explosion. There was a sense +of old black brooding evil about all this country, and worst of +all in remembrance were the mine-craters of Hooge. I stared +into those pits all piled with stinking sand-bags on which fungus +grew, and thought of friends of mine who once lived here, with +the enemy a few yards away from them, with mines and saps +creeping close to them before another upheaval of the earth, +with corpses and bits of bodies rotting half buried where they +sat, always wet, always lousy, in continual danger of death. +The mines went up and men fought for new craters over new +dead. The sand-bags silted down after rain, and machine-gun +bullets swept through the gaps, and men sank deeper into this +filth and corruption. The place is abandoned now, but the +foulness of it stayed, with a lake of slime in which bodies floated, +and the same old stench rose from its caverns and craters. +Bellewaerde Lake, to the north of Hooge, is not what it used to +be when gentlemen of Ypres came out here to shoot wild-fowl +or walk through Château Wood around the White Château of +Hooge with a dog and a gun. There are still stumps of trees, +shot and mangled by three years of fire, but no more wood +than that, and the lake is a cesspool into which the corruption +of death has flowed. Its water is stained with patches of red +and yellow and green slime, and shapeless things float in it. +Beyond is the open ground which goes up to Westhoek Ridge +above Nonne Boschen and Glencorse Wood, for which our men +fought on the first day of battle and afterwards in many weeks +of desperate struggle. The Australians took possession of this +country for a time and had to stay and hold it after the excitement +of advance. They came winding along the tracks in +single file through this newly captured ground, carrying their +lengths of duck-board and ammunition boxes with just a grim +glance towards places where shells burst with monstrous +whoofs. "A hot spot," said one of these boys, crouching with +his mates in a bit of battered trench outside a German pill-box<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +surrounded by dead bodies. Our guns were firing from many +batteries, and flights of shells rushed through the air from the +heavies a long way back and from the field-guns forward. It +was the field-guns which hurt one's ears most with their sharp +hammer-strokes. Now and again a little procession passed to +which all other men gave way. It was a stretcher-party +carrying a wounded man shoulder high. There is something +noble and stately about these bearers, and when I see them I +always think of Greek heroes carried back on their shields. +There was a vapour of poison gas about these fields, not strong +enough to kill, but making one's eyes and skin smart. The +Australians did not seem to notice it. Perhaps the stench of +dead horses overwhelmed their nostrils. It was strong and +foul. The carcasses of these poor beasts lay about as they had +been hit by shrapnel or shell splinters, and down one track +came a living horse less lucky than these, bleeding badly from +its wounds and ambling slowly with drooping head and glazed +eyes. Worse smells than of dead horse crept up from the +battered trenches and dug-outs, where Glencorse Wood goes +down to Inverness Copse. It was the dreadful odour of dead +men. It rose in gusts and waves and eddies over all this +ground, for the battlefield was strewn with dead. I saw many +German bodies in the fields of the Somme, and on the way out +from Arras, and on the Vimy Ridge, but never in such groups +as lay about the pill-boxes and the shell-craters of the salient. +Everywhere they lay half buried in the turmoil of earth, or +stark above ground without any cover to hide them. They +lay with their heads flung back into water-filled craters or with +their legs dangling in deep pools. They were blown into +shapeless masses of raw flesh by our artillery. Heads and legs +and arms all coated in clay lay without bodies far from where +the men of whom they had been part were killed. God knows +what agonies were suffered before death by men shut up in +those German blockhouses, like Fitzclarence Farm, and +Herenthage Château, and Clapham Junction, which I passed +on the way up. Some of the garrisons had not stayed in the +blockhouses until our troops had reached them. Perhaps the +concussion of our drum-fire was worse inside those concrete +walls than outside. Perhaps the men had rushed out hoping +to surrender before our troops were on them, or with despairing +courage had brought their machine-guns into the open to kill<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> +our first waves before their own death. Whatever their +motive had been, many of these men had come out, and +they lay in heaps, mangled by shell-fire that came across the +fields to them in a deep belt of high explosives. Here under +the sky they lay, a frightful witness against modern civilization, +a bloody challenge to any gospel of love which men profess to +believe. Over Nonne Boschen and Inverness Copse, and +Polygon Wood beyond, and the long claw-like hook of the +Passchendaele Ridge, the sky was clear at times and the +water-pools reflected its light. But these places had no touch +of loveliness because of the light. Once in history meek-eyed +women walked in Nonne Boschen, which was Nun's Wood, and +in Inverness Copse, as we call it, maids went with their mates +in the glades. Now they are places haunted by ghastly +memories, and there rises from them a miasma which sickens +one's soul. Yet bright above the evil of them and clean above +their filth there is the memory of that youth of ours who came +here through fire and flame and fell here, so that the soil is +sacred as their field of honour.</p> + +<p>In the first phase of the battle of Flanders the new system +of German defence was formidable. It was that "elastic +system" by which Hindenburg hoped to relieve his men from +the destructive fire of our artillery by holding his front line +thinly in concrete blockhouses and organized shell-craters with +enfilade positions for machine-gun fire, keeping his local reserves +at quick striking distance for counter-attack. Our first waves +of men flowed past and between these blockhouses in their +struggle to attain their objectives, and were swept by cross-fire +as they went forward, so that they were thinned out by the +time they had reached the line of their advance. The succeeding +waves were sometimes checked by German machine-gunners +still holding out in undamaged shelters, and our troops +in the new front line, weak and exhausted after hours of fighting, +found themselves exposed to fierce counter-attacks in front +while groups of the enemy were still behind them. For several +weeks there were episodes of this kind, when our men had to +give ground, though the line of advance seldom ebbed back to +its starting line, and some progress was made however great +the difficulties. Still the "pill-box" trouble was a serious +menace, costly in life, and new methods of attack had to be +devised during the progress of fighting when the area of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +2nd Army was extended on our left so that the 5th Army was +relieved of some of its broad battle front. Our heavy howitzers +concentrated on every blockhouse that could be located by +aeroplane photographs or direct observation, with such storms +of explosive that if they were not destroyed the garrisons of +machine-gunners inside were killed or stupefied by concussion. +Our method of attack in depth, as at Wytschaete and Messines—battalions +advancing in close support of each other, so that +the final objective was held by fresh troops to meet the inevitable +counter-attacks—succeeded in a most striking way, in +spite of the fearful condition of the ground. The enemy +changed his new method of defence to meet this new method +of attack. He went back to strongly held lines with support +troops close forward, and had to pay the penalty by heavier +losses under our artillery. The abominable weather and state +of ground were his best lines of defence, and in August and +October he had astounding luck.</p> + +<p>Through all these battles our men were magnificent—not +demi-gods, nor saints with a passion for martyrdom, nor heroes +of melodrama facing death with breezy nonchalance while they +read sweet letters from blue-eyed girls, but grim in attack and +stubborn in defence, getting on with the job—a damned ugly +job—as far as the spirit could pull the body and control the +nerves. They were industrious as ants on this great muck-heap +of the battlefield. Transport drivers, engineers, signallers, and +pioneers laboured for victory as hard as infantry and gunners, +and worked, for the most part, in evil places where there was +always a chance of being torn to rags. The gunners, with their +wheels sunk to the axles, served their batteries until they were +haggard and worn, and they had little sleep and less comfort, +and no hour of safety from infernal fire. They were wet from +one week to another. They stood to the tags of their boots in +mud. They had many of their guns smashed to spokes and +splinters. They were lucky if lightly wounded. But their +barrage-fire rolled ahead of the infantry at every attack and +they shattered the enemy's divisions. The stretcher-bearers +seemed to give no thought to their own lives in the rescue of +the wounded; and down behind the lines—not always beyond +range of gun-fire—doctors and hospital orderlies and nurses +worked in the dressing-stations with the same dogged industry +and courage as men who carried up duck-boards to the line,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +drove teams of pack-mules up tracks under fire, or unloaded +shells from trains that went puffing to the edge of the battlefields. +It was all part of the business of war. Wounded men +who came back from battle were dealt with as so many cases +of damaged goods, to be packed off speedily to make way for +others. There was no time for sentiment—and no need of it. +I used to go sometimes to an old mill-house on days of battle. +During the Flanders fighting thousands of wounded men came +to this place as a first stage on their journey to base hospitals. +The lightly wounded used to sit in a long low tent beside the +mill, round red-hot braziers, waiting in turn to have their +wounds dressed. These crowds of men were of many battalions +and of all types of English, Scottish, and Irish troops, with +smaller bodies of Australians, New-Zealanders, Canadians, +South-Africans, Newfoundlanders. They were clotted with +mud and blood, and numb and stiff until the warmth of the +braziers unfroze them. They sat silent as a rule, with their +steel hats tilted forward, but there was hardly a groan from +them, and never a whimper, nor any curse against the fate +that had hit them. If I questioned them they answered with +a stark simplicity of truth about the things they had seen and +done, with often a queer glint of humour—grim enough, God +knows, but humour still—in their tale of escape from death. +Always after a talk with them I came away with a deep belief +that the courage, honesty, and humanity of these boys were a +world higher than the philosophy of their intellectual leaders, +and I hated the thought that we have been brought to such a +pass by the infamy of an enemy caste, and by the low ideals of +Europe which have been our own law of life, that all this +splendid youth, thinking straight, seeing straight, acting +straight, without selfish motives, with clean hearts and fine +bodies, should be flung into the furnace of war and scorched +by its fires, and maimed, and blinded, and smashed. Only by +the dire need of defence against the enemies of the world's +liberty can such a sacrifice be justified, and that is our plea +before the great Judge of Truth. Such thoughts haunt one if +one has any conscience, but when I went among the troops on +the roads or in their camps, and heard their laughter after +battle or before it, and saw the courage of men refusing to be +beaten down by the vilest conditions or heavy losses, and was +a witness of their pride in the achievements of their own<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +battalions, I wondered sometimes whether the sufferings of +these men were not so pitiful as I had thought. Their vitality +helps them through many hardships. Their interest in life is +so great that until death comes close it does not touch them—not +many of them—with its coldness. In their comradeship +they find a compensation for discomfort, and their keenness +to win the rewards of skill and pluck is so high that they take +great risks sometimes as a kind of sport, as Arctic explorers or +big game hunters will face danger and endure great bodily +suffering for their own sake. Those men are natural soldiers, +though all our men are not like that. There are some even +who like war, though very few. But most of them would jeer +at any kind of pity for them, because they do not pity themselves, +except in most dreadful moments which they put away +from their minds if they escape. They scorn pity, yet they +hate worse still, with a most deadly hatred, all the talk about +"our cheerful men." For they know that however cheerful +they may be it is not because of a jolly life or lack of fear. +They loathe shell-fire and machine-gun fire. They know what +it is "to have the wind up." They have seen what a battlefield +looks like before it has been cleared of its dead. It is not +for non-combatants to call them "cheerful." Because non-combatants +do not understand and never will, not from now +until the ending of the world. "Not so much of your cheerfulness," +they say, and "Cut it out about the brave boys in +the trenches." So it is difficult to describe them, or to give +any idea of what goes on in their minds, for they belong to +another world than the world of peace that we knew, and there +is no code which can decipher their secret, nor any means of +self-expression on their lips.</p> + +<p>In this book the messages which I wrote from day to day +are reprinted with only one alteration—though some are left +out. For reasons of space (there is a limit to the length of a +book) I have not included any narrative of the Cambrai battles, +and thought it best to end this book with the gain of Passchendaele. +The alteration is one which makes me very glad. I +have been allowed to give the names of the battalions, which +I could not do during the progress of the fighting because the +enemy wanted to know our Order of Battle. For the first +time, therefore, the world will know the regiments who fought +without fame in the dismal anonymity of this war, with such<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +Spartan courage, up to that high crest of Passchendaele which +was their goal, beyond the bogs and the beeks where masses of +men struggled and fell. There is no criticism in this book, no +judgment of actions or men, no detailed summing up of success +and failure. That is not within my liberty or duty as a correspondent +with the Armies in the Field. The Commander-in-Chief +himself has summarized the definite gains of the campaign +in Flanders:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"Notwithstanding the many difficulties, much has been +achieved. Our captures in Flanders since the commencement +of operations at the end of July amount to 20,065 prisoners, +74 guns, 941 machine-guns, and 131 trench-mortars. It is +certain that the enemy's losses greatly exceeded ours. Most +important of all, our new and hastily trained armies have +shown once again that they are capable of meeting and beating +the enemy's best troops, even under conditions which required +the greatest endurance, determination, and heroism to overcome. +The total number of prisoners taken in 1917, between +the opening of the spring offensive on April 9 and the conclusion +of the Flanders offensive, not including those captured +in the battle of Cambrai, was 57,696, including 1290 officers. +During the same period we captured also 109 heavy guns, +560 trench-mortars and 1976 machine-guns."</p></blockquote> + +<p>These are great gains in men and material, and the capture +of the ridges has given us strong defensive positions which +should be of high value to us in the new year of warfare calling +to our men, unless the world's agony is healed by the coming +of Peace.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>[<i>I am indebted to Mr. Robert Donald, editor of the</i> Daily +Chronicle<i>, for permission to republish the articles which I have +written for that newspaper as a war correspondent with the British +Army in the Field. My letters from the Front also appeared in +the</i> Daily Telegraph <i>and a number of Provincial, American, and +Colonial papers, and I am grateful for the honour of serving the +great public of their readers.</i>]</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PART_I" id="PART_I"></a>PART I</h2> + +<h2>RETREAT FROM THE SOMME</h2> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>I</h3> +<h3>A NEW YEAR OF WAR</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">New Year's Eve, 1916</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Last New Year's Eve—the end of a year which had been full +of menace for our fighting men, because, at the beginning, our +lines had no great power of guns behind them, and full of hopes +that had been unfilled, in spite of all their courage and all their +sacrifice—an artillery officer up in the Ypres salient waited for +the tick of midnight by his wrist-watch (it gave a glow-worm +light in the darkness), and then shouted the word "Fire!" +... One gun spoke, and then for a few seconds there was +silence. Over in the German line the flares went up and down, +and it was very quiet in the enemy trenches, where, perhaps, +the sentries wondered at that solitary gun. Then the artillery +officer gave the word of command again. This time the battery +fired nine rounds. A little while there was silence again, +followed by another solitary shot, and then by six rounds. So +did the artillery in the Ypres salient salute the birth of the New +Year, born in war, coming to our soldiers and our race with many +days of battle, with new and stern demands for the lives and +blood of men.</p> + +<p>To-night it is another New Year's Eve, and the year is coming +to us with the same demands and the same promises, and the +only difference between our hopes upon this night and that of a +year ago is that by the struggle and endeavour of those past +twelve months the ending is nearer in sight and the promise +very near—very near as we hope and believe—its fulfilment. +The guns will speak again to-night, saluting by the same kind<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +of sullen salvo the first day of the last year of war. The last +year, if we have luck. It is raining now, a soft rain swept +gustily across the fields by a wind so mild after all our wild +weather that it seems to have the breath of spring in it. For a +little while yesterday this mildness, and the sunlight lying over +the battlefields, and a strange, rare inactivity of artillery, gave +one just for one second of a day-dream a sense that Peace had +already come and that the victory had been won. It was +queer. I stood looking upon Neuville-St.-Vaast and the Vimy +Ridge. Our trenches and the enemy's wound along the slopes +in wavy lines of white chalk. There to my right was the Labyrinth +and in a hollow the ruins of Souchez. When I had first +come to these battlefields they were strewn with dead—French +dead—after fighting frightful and ferocious in intensity. Unexploded +shells lay everywhere, and the litter of great ruin, +and storms of shells were bursting upon the Vimy Ridge.</p> + +<p>The last time I went to these battlefields the high ridge of +Vimy was still aflame, and British troops were attacking the +mine-craters there. Yesterday all the scene was quiet, and +bright sunlight gleamed upon the broken roofs of Neuville, +and the white trenches seemed abandoned. The wet earth +and leaves about me in a ruined farmyard had the moist scent +of early spring. A man was wandering up a road where six +months ago he would have been killed before he had gone a +hundred yards. Lord! It looked like peace again! ... It +was only a false mirage. There was no peace. Presently a +battery began to fire. I saw the shells bursting over the +enemy's position. Now and again there was the sullen crump +of a German "heavy." And though the trenches seemed +deserted on either side they were held as usual by men waiting +and watching with machine-guns and hand-grenades and trench-mortars. +There is no peace!</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>It was enormously quiet at times in Arras. The footsteps of +my companion were startling as they clumped over the broken +pavement of the square, and voices—women's voices—coming +up from some hole in the earth sounded high and clear, carrying +far, in an unearthly way, in this great awful loneliness of empty +houses, broken churches, ruined banks and shops and restaurants, +and mansions cloistered once in flower gardens behind +high white walls. I went towards the women's voices as men in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> +darkness go towards any glimmer of light, for warmth of soul +as well as of body.</p> + +<p>A woman came up a flight of stone steps from a vaulted +cellar and stared at me, and said, "Good day. Do you look +for anything?"</p> + +<p>I said, "I look only into your cellar. It is strange to find you +living here. All alone—perhaps."</p> + +<p>"It is no longer strange to me. I have been here, as you say, +alone, all through the war, since the day of the first bombardment. +That was on October 6, 1914. Before then I was not +alone. I was married. But my husband was killed over there—you +see the place where the shell fell. Since then I am alone."</p> + +<p>For two years and two months she and other women of Arras—one +came now to stand by her side and nod at her tale—have +lived below ground, coming up for light and air when there is a +spell of such silence as I had listened to, and going down to the +dark vaults when a German "crump" smashes through another +roof, or when German gas steals through the streets with the +foul breath of death.</p> + +<p>I asked her about the Kaiser's offer of peace. What did she +think of that? I wondered what her answer would be—this +woman imprisoned in darkness, hiding under daily bombardments, +alone in the abomination of desolation. It was strange +how quickly she was caught on fire by a sudden passion. All +the tranquillity of her face changed, and there were burning +sparks in her eyes. She was like a woman of the Revolution, +and her laughter, for she began her answer with a laugh, was +shrill and fierce.</p> + +<p>"Peace! William offers peace, you say? Bah! It is +nothing but humbug [la blague]. It is a trap which he sets at +our feet to catch us. It is a lie."</p> + +<p>She grasped my arm, and with her other hand pointed to the +ruins over the way, to the chaos of old houses, once very stately +and noble, where her friends lived before the fires of hell came.</p> + +<p>"The Germans did that to us. They are doing it now. But +it is not enough. What they have done to Arras they want to +do to France—to smash the nation to the dust, to break the +spirit of our race as they have broken all things here. They +wish to deceive us to our further ruin. There will be no peace +until Germany herself is laid in ashes, and her cities destroyed +like Arras is destroyed, and her women left alone, with only the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> +ghosts of their dead husbands, as I live here alone in my cellar. +Peace! Je m'en fiche de ça!"</p> + +<p>There was a queer light in her eyes for a moment, in the eyes +of this woman of Arras who saw down a vista of two years and +two months all the fire and death that had been hurled into +this city around her, and the bodies of little children in the +streets, and her dead husband lying there on the cobble-stones, +where now there was a great hole in the roadway piercing +through to the vaults.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>I met other women of Arras. Two of them were young, +daintily dressed as though for the boulevards of Paris, and they +walked, swinging little handbags, down a street where at any +moment a shell might come to tear them to pieces and make +rags of them. Another was a buxom woman with a boy and +girl holding her hands. The boy had been born to the sound of +shell-fire. The girl was eight years old, but she now learns the +history of France, not only out of school books, but out of this +life in the midst of war.</p> + +<p>"They are frightened—the little ones?" I asked. A solitary +gun boomed and shook the loose stones of a ruined house.</p> + +<p>The woman smiled and shrugged her shoulders.</p> + +<p>"They are used to it all. Peace will seem strange to them."</p> + +<p>"Will there ever be peace?" I asked.</p> + +<p>The woman of Arras looked for a moment like the one I had +spoken to on the steps of the cellar. Then she smiled, in a way +that made me feel cold, for it was the smile of a woman who sees +a vengeance for the wreckage of her life.</p> + +<p>"There is no peace at Verdun," she said. "Our soldiers +have done well there."</p> + +<p>I said good day to her and went through the ruins again and +out of the city, and stood watching an artillery duel up towards +Souchez. The stabs of flame from our batteries were like red +sparks in the deepening mist. They were like the fire in the +eyes of the women who lived in cellars away back there in +Arras, with a smouldering passion in the gloom and coldness of +their lives.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>In many French villages the pipes are playing the New Year +in, and their notes are full of triumph, but with a cry in them +for those who have gone away with the old year, lying asleep<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +on the battlefields—so many brave Scots—like "the flowers o' +the forest" and last year's leaves. I heard the pipes to-day in +one old barn, where a feast was on, not far from where the guns +were shooting through the mist with a round or two at odd moments, +and though I had had one good meal, I had to eat +another, even to the Christmas plum pudding, just to show there +was no ill-feeling.</p> + +<p>It was the pudding that threatened to do me down.</p> + +<p>But it was good to sit among these splendid Seaforths and +their feast, all packed together shoulder to shoulder, and back +to back, under high old beams that grew in French forests five +centuries ago. They were the transport men, who get the +risks but not the glory. Every man here had ridden, night after +night, up to the lines of death, under shell-fire and machine-gun +fire, up by Longueval and Bazentin, carrying food for men +and guns at their own risk of life. Every night now they go +up again with more food for men and guns through places +where there are now shell-craters in the roads, and the reek of +poison gas.</p> + +<p>The young transport officer by my side (who once went +scouting in Delville Wood when the devil had it all his own way +there) raised his glass of beer (the jug from which it had been +poured stood a yard high in front of me) and wished "Good +luck" to his men in the New Year of war, and bade them +"wire in" to the feast before them. So in other Scottish +billets the first of the New Year was kept, and to-night there is +sword-dancing by kilted men as nimble as Nijinski, in their +stockinged feet, and old songs of Scotland which are blown down +the wind of France, in this strange nightmare of a war where +men from all the Empire are crowded along the fighting-lines +waiting for the bloody battles that will come, as sure as fate, +while the New Year is still young.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>The queerest music I have heard in this war zone was three +days ago, when I was walking down a city street. The city +was dead, killed by storms of high explosives. The street was +of shuttered houses, scarred by shell-fire, deserted by all their +people, who had fled two years ago. I walked down this +desolation, so quiet, so dead, where there was no sound of guns, +that it was like walking in Pompeii when the lava was cooled. +Suddenly there was the sound of a voice singing loud and clear<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +with birdlike trills, as triumphant as a lark's song to the dawn. +It was a woman's voice singing behind the shutters of a shelled +city! ...</p> + +<p>Some English officer was there with his gramophone.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>II</h3> + +<h3>AN ATTACK NEAR LE TRANSLOY</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">January 28, 1917</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The "show" (as our men call it) near Le Transloy yesterday +was more than a raid—those daily in-and-out dashes which are +doing most deadly work along our line. It was an attack for +the definite purpose of gaining an important bit of ground on +the slope which goes down to the ruined village and of driving +the enemy out of some strong points. The interest of it, +involving the capture of six officers and 352 men of picked +regiments, is the way in which we caught the enemy utterly +by surprise and the rapid, easy way in which the whole operation +was done. A touch which seems fantastic came at the +end of the adventure when these young Germans, still breathless +with the amazement of their capture, were bundled into +omnibuses which had been brought up near the lines to wait +for them—the old London omnibuses which used to go "all +the way to the Bank—Bank—Bank!" in the days before the +world began to crack—and taken to their camp on our side of +the battlefields.</p> + +<p>It was a grim, cold morning—piercingly cold, with a wind +cutting like a knife across the snowfields. Not a morning +when men might be expected to go out into the nakedness of +No Man's Land. It was a morning when these German officers +and men of the 119th and 121st Regiments, the Würtembergers +of Königin Olga, were glad to stay down in the warmth of +their dug-outs, cooking coffee on the little stove with which +each man of these favoured troops was provided, to the great +envy of Bavarians on their right, who go on shorter rations +and fewer comforts. They had some good dug-outs in and +near the Sunken Road—which runs up from Morval to Le +Transloy, and strikes through a little salient in front of our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> +lines—till yesterday morning. The trenches on either side of +the Sunken Road were not happy places for Würtembergers. +For months past our guns had been pounding them so that +they were mostly battered down, and only held here and there +by little groups of men who dug themselves in. There was no +wire in front of them, and here during the wet weather, and +now during the great frost, the German troops (as we know +from the prisoners to-day) suffered badly from trench-feet and +stomach troubles, and in spite of their moral (they were all +stout-hearted men) from what the French call the "cafard," +and we call the "hump."</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a href="images/i037-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i037.jpg" width="600" height="395" alt="Map of the Bapaume Sector" title="" /></a> +<span class="caption">Map of the Bapaume Sector</span> +</div> + +<p>Yesterday morning one or two shivering wretches stood +sentry in the German line trying to gain shelter from the knife-blade +of the wind. All others were below ground round the +"fug" of their braziers. They believed the British over the way +were just as quiet in the good work of keeping warm. That was +their mistake. In our trenches the men were quiet, but busy, +and above ground instead of below. They were waiting for a +signal from the guns, and had their bayonets fixed and bombs +slung about them, and iron rations hung to their belts. A rum +ration was served round, and the men drank it, and felt the glow +of it, so that the white waste of No Man's Land did not look +so cold and menacing. They were men of the Border Regiment<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +and the Inniskillings of the 29th Division. Suddenly, at about +half-past five, there was a terrific crash of guns, and at the same +moment the men scrambled up into the open and with their +bayonets low went out into No Man's Land, each man's footsteps +making a trail in the snow. I think it took about four +minutes, that passage of the lonely ground which was a hundred +yards or so between the lines, all pock-marked with shell-holes, +and hard as iron after the freezing of the quagmire. There +was no preliminary bombardment. As soon as the guns went +off the men went, with the line of shells not far in front of +them. They found no men above ground when they pierced +the German line. It was curious and uncanny—the utter +lifelessness of the place they came to capture. Good, too, for +men attacking, for men who always listen for the quick rush +of bullets, which is the ugliest sound in war. Not a single +machine-gun spat at them. They knew quickly that they had +surprised the enemy utterly. They found the dug-outs and +called down the challenge and heard it answered. The Würtembergers +came up dazed with the effect of the capture, +hardly believing it, as men in a dream. One of the officers +explained: "We thought it was just a morning strafe. We +kept down in the dug-outs till it was over. We had no idea of +an attack. How did you get here so quickly?"</p> + +<p>They were abashed. They said they would have put up a +fight if they had had any kind of chance. But they were +trapped. They could do nothing but surrender with the best +grace possible. On the right, from two isolated bits of trench, +there came a burst of rifle-fire. A few Germans there had +time to recover from the stunning blow of the first surprise +and fought pluckily till overpowered. The Borders and the +Inniskillings went on farther than the objective given to them, +to a point 500 yards away from the German first line, and +established themselves there. From neighbouring ground, +through the white haze over the snowfields, red lights went up +with the SOS signal, and presently the German gunners got +busy. But the prisoners were bundled back to the omnibuses, +and the men took possession of the dug-outs. Proper organization +was difficult above ground. It was too hard to dig. From +the farthest point, later in the day, the men were withdrawn +to the ground given to them for their objectives and German +attempts to organize counter-attacks were smashed by our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +artillery, because we have absolute observation of their movements +from the higher ground won by great fighting in the +Somme battles. To-day there was much gunning in all the +neighbourhood of the fight, and the roar of guns rolled over +the desolate fields of snow, the wide lonely waste which makes +one's soul shiver to look at it as I stared at the scene of war, +to-day and yesterday, in the teeth of the wind.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>III</h3> + +<h3>THE ABANDONMENT OF GRANDCOURT</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">February 8</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>That the troops of our Naval Division (the 63rd) should have been +able to walk into Grandcourt yesterday and take the place after +its abandonment by the enemy (except for a few men left behind +to keep up appearances as long as possible, poor wretches) is +a proof that the German High Command prefers, at this point +of the struggle, to save casualties rather than to hold bad +ground at any cost. It is a new phase, worthy of notice. A +year ago he would not let his pride do this. Less than a year +ago, when we took ground from him by a sudden assault, he +would come back with a frightful counter-blow, and there +would be a long and bloody struggle, as at the Bluff and +St.-Eloi, over trenches taken and retaken. Combles was the +first place from which he crept away without a fight. Grandcourt +is the second place, abandoned for the same reason—because +it was caught in the pincers of our forward movements. +It lies low on the south side of the Ancre, below Miraumont, +and it became a place of misery to German troops after the +capture of Beaucourt and Beaumont-Hamel, on the other side +of the river—still worse when on Sunday last our men advanced +north of Beaucourt, capturing a couple of hundred prisoners +and consolidating on a line of ground dominating Grandcourt, +on the north-west. It was probably then that the enemy +decided to withdraw to a stronger and higher position south of +Miraumont and Pys, which he has been digging and defending +with rapid industry in spite of the hard frost, which double +the labour of the spade. Fear, which is a great General makes<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +him a hard digger, and he will burrow underground while our +men are scraping the snow away on our side of the line. A +few men, as I have said, were left behind to make a show. +They were seen moving about in the neighbourhood of a +German trench barring the way to Grandcourt on the south-west. +It was some time before our patrols, creeping out over +the snow, saw that this half-mile of line was empty of men, +and that the enemy had gone back to some place unknown. +On Tuesday our troops moved into this position, watched +by those few men, left as scarecrows, who are now our prisoners, +and who saw the English soldiers get up out of their ditches +and shell-craters and cross the snowfield in open order with +a steady trudge, their bayonets glittering, and then drop +down into the battered trench in which there was nothing +but the litter of former habitation and some dead bodies. +Yesterday it was decided to push on to Grandcourt. Observing +officers could see the snow on the broken roofs and ruined +walls of that village, where bits of brick and woodwork still +stand after heavy bombardment. They could not see whether +the place was still held. Only actual contact would show +whether those quiet ruins would be noisy with the chatter of +machine-gun fire if our men went in. A sinister spot—with +an evil-sounding name to soldiers of the Somme, because here +for many months the enemy had massed his guns which fired +down to Contalmaison and flung high explosives over the +country below the Pozières Ridge.</p> + +<p>It was in the afternoon that the entry was made beneath a +great barrage of our shells advancing beyond the infantry and +through a heavy fire from the enemy's guns, which did not +check the advance of our men. A few German soldiers were +taken in rear-guard posts. They came out of shell-craters with +their hands up, and were sent back to our lines. There was +no fighting in the ruins of the village. Grandcourt was ours, +with its deep dug-outs littered with German clothes and stored +with rations of German soldiers, which our own men enjoyed +as a change of diet, while they took cover from the enemy's +shell-fire over his old home.</p> + +<p>Last night in the light of a full moon, curiously red so that +the snow was faintly flushed, two more attacks were made and +two more positions taken, north and south-east of Grandcourt. +On the north side of the Ancre Baillescourt Farm was seized,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +and in its neighbourhood eighty soldiers and one officer were +made prisoner. They belonged to the same corps as those I +saw last Sunday, and were recruited from the Hamburg-Altona +district; all stout fellows, well nourished and well +clothed. They had not expected the attack, not so soon, +anyhow, and were caught in dug-outs by the ruined farmhouse, +which some months ago was a good landmark with its white +walls and barns still standing. Now it is but a litter of beams +and broken plaster, like all houses along the line of battle.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>IV</h3> + +<h3>THE GORDONS IN THE BUTTE DE WARLENCOURT</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">February 9</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The frost lasts. Even in times of peace I suppose it would be +remembered years hence because of its intensity of cold and +continuance. Here on the Western Front it will be remembered +by men who live, now very young, and then with hair as +white as the snow which now lies in No Man's Land, because +of its unforgettable pictures in sunlight and moonlight, its +fantastic cruelties of coldness and discomfort, and its grim +effect upon the adventures of war when the patrols go out by +night and British soldiers crawl across snow-filled shell-holes.</p> + +<p>There was a queer episode of Canadian history—only a few +days old—which began when a sprightly young Dados (he's the +fellow that gets all the chaff from the Divisional Follies) startled +a respectable old lady behind the counter of a milliner's shop +in a French village by demanding 100 ladies' "nighties" +("chemises de nuit" he called them) of the largest size. The +village heard the story of this shopping expedition, listened to +the old lady's shrill cackle of laughter, and wondered what +joke was on among the Canadian troops. It was one of those +jokes which belong to the humours of this war, mixed with +blood and death. Up in the Canadian trenches there were +shouts of hoarse laughter, as over their khaki a hundred brawny +young Canadians put on the night-dresses. They had been tied +up with blue ribbon. The old moon, so watchful there in the +steel-blue sky, had never looked down upon a stranger scene +than these white-robed soldiers who went out into No Man's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +Land, with rifles and bombs. Some of the night-dresses, so +clean and dainty as they had come out of the milliner's shop, +were stained red before the end of the adventure. And Germans +in their dug-outs caught a glimpse of these fantastic figures +before death came quickly, or a shout of surrender. The +Pierrots went back with some prisoners in the moonlight, and +Canadian staff officers chuckled with laughter along telephone +wires when the tale was told.</p> + +<p>Some of the prisoners who are taken do nothing but weep +for the first few days after capture. "The prisoners are young," +reports the Intelligence officer about the latest batch, "and +have wept copiously since their capture." The men I have +seen myself during the past few days had a look of misery in +their eyes. They hate these midnight raids of ours, coming +suddenly upon them night after night through the white +glimmer of the snowfields. They have taken dogs into the +trenches now to give a quicker and surer warning than young +sentries, who are afraid to cry out when they see white figures +moving, because they think they see them always, when +shadows stir in the moonlight across the snow. Our men +during recent nights have heard these dogs giving short, sharp +barks. One of them came out into No Man's Land and sniffed +about some black things lying quiet under the cover of snow. +No alarm was given when some friends of mine went out to +make an attack some nights ago, and it was lucky for them, +for if they had been discovered too soon all their plans would +have been spoilt, and white smocks would not have saved +them.</p> + +<p>They were the 8/10th Gordons of the 15th Division. Some of +my readers will remember the crowd, for I have described my +meetings with them up and down the roads of war. It is they +who arranged the details of the night's adventure, and because it +is typical of the things that happen—of the Terror that comes in +the night—it is worth telling. The Highlanders, when they took +up their attacking line, were dressed in white smocks covering +their kilts, and in steel helmets painted white. Their black +arms and feet were like the smudges on the snow. They lay +very quiet, visible on the left, from the Butte de Warlencourt, +that old high mound in the Somme battlefields which was once +the burial-place of a prehistoric man and is now the tomb +of young soldiers in the Durham Light Infantry who fought and +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>died there. The moon was bright on the snow about them, +but a misty vapour was on the ground. Each man had been +warned not to cough or sneeze. Their rifles were loaded, and +with bayonets fixed, so that there should be no rattle of arms +or clicks of bolts. They were in two parties, and their orders +were to overthrow the advanced German posts which were +known to be in front of the Butte, and to form a ring of posts +round the position attacked while its dug-outs were being +dealt with. A heavy barrage was fired suddenly up and down +the German lines, so as to bewilder the enemy as to the point +of attack, and the Gordons in their white smocks rose up and +advanced. Two shots rang out from one of the German posts. +No more than that. The two waves of men went on. Those +on the right flank had trouble in crossing the ground. Several +of them fell into deep shell-craters frozen hard. A machine-gun +was fired on the left, but was then silenced by our shell-fire. +The men inclined a little to the left, and came round on the +west side of the position, where there was a small quarry. On +their way they surprised an enemy post and took six prisoners.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a href="images/i043-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i043.jpg" width="600" height="384" +alt="THE RETREAT FROM THE SOMME" title="" /></a> +<span class="caption">THE RETREAT FROM THE SOMME<br /> +London: Wm. Heinemann Stanford's Geog^l. Estab^t., London</span> +</div> + +<p>A little way farther on they came across a trench-mortar, a +dug-out, and two terror-stricken men. An officer put a Stokes +bomb down the mortar and blew it up. The men were taken, +and the dug-out was destroyed. Then the Gordons went on +to the Butte de Warlencourt. Underneath it were the dug-outs +of a German company, snow-capped and hidden. The +Scots went round like wolves hunting for the way down. There +were four ways down, and three of them were found low down +about four yards apart. Men were talking down there excitedly. +Their German speech was loud and there was the note of terror +in it.</p> + +<p>"Come out!" shouted the Gordons several times; but at +one entrance only one man came out, and at another only one, +and at the third twelve men, who were taken prisoners. The +others would not surrender. Some bombs and a Stokes shell +were thrown down the doorways, and suddenly this nest of +dug-outs was seen to collapse, and black smoke came up from +the pit, melting the edges of the snow. Down below the voices +went on, rising to high cries of terror. Then flames appeared, +shedding a red glare over No Man's Land.</p> + +<p>On the left the Gordons had been held up by machine-gun +fire and rifle-fire, which came across to them from a trench to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +which they were advancing. At the west side of the trench, in +a wired enclosure, the machine-gun was troublesome. Some of +the white smocks fell. An attempt was made to rush it, but +failed. Afterwards the gun and the team were knocked out by +a shell. A group of Germans came out of the trench and +started bombing, until a Stokes bomb scattered them. Then +the Gordons went down and brought out some prisoners, and +blew up a dug-out.</p> + +<p>It was time to go back, for the German barrage had begun; +but the Gordons were able to get home without many casualties. +Nearly two hours afterwards a loud explosion was heard across +the way, as though a bomb store had blown up. The sky was +red over there by the flare of a fire.... In the dug-outs of +the Butte de Warlencourt a whole company of Germans was +being burnt alive.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>V</h3> + +<h3>THE BATTLE OF BOOM RAVINE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">February 15</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>On the way to Miraumont there was a deep gully called Boom +Ravine, and here on February 17 there was fierce fighting by +the Royal Fusiliers, the Northamptons, and the Middlesex men +of the 29th Division.</p> + +<p>In difficulty, in grim human courage, in all its drama of fog, +and darkness, and shell-fire, and death, it seems to me to hold +most of what this war means to individual men—all that can be +asked of them in such hours.</p> + +<p>The thaw had just set in and the ground was soppy, which +was bad luck. In spite of the thaw, it was horribly, damply +cold, but the men had been given a good meal before forming up +for the attack, and officers brought up the rum ration in bottles, +so that the men could attack with some warmth in them. In +the utter darkness, unable to make any glimmer of light lest +the enemy should see, the brigades tried to get into line. Two +companies lost themselves, and were lost, but got into touch +again in time. It was all black and beastly. A great fire of +high explosives burst over our assembly lines. The darkness +was lit up by the red flashes of these bursting shells. Men fell,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +wounded and dead. The Royal Fusiliers were specially tried, +and their brigadier wondered whether they would have the +spirit to get up and attack when the hour arrived. But when +the moment came the survivors rose and went forward, and +fought through to the last goal. They were the first to get to +Grandcourt Trench, which lay between them and the Boom +Ravine. The wire was not cut, and there was a hammering of +machine-guns and the swish of machine-gun bullets. This +battalion had already lost all its officers, who had gone forward +gallantly, leading their men and meeting the bullets first. A +sergeant-major took command, shouted to his men to keep +steady, and found a gap through the wire. They forced their +way through, passed Grandcourt Trench, and, with other men, +dropped into Boom Ravine.</p> + +<p>That place is a sunken road, almost parallel with Grandcourt +Trench, and with South Miraumont Trench beyond. Before +war came—even last summer, indeed—it was like a Devonshire +lane, with steep shelving banks, thirty to forty feet high, and +trees growing on either side, with overhanging roots. It was +not like a Devonshire lane when our men scrambled and fell +down its banks. It was a ravine of death. Our shell-fire had +smashed down all the trees, and their tall trunks lay at the +bottom of the gulley, and their branches were flung about. The +banks had been opened out by shell-craters, and several of the +German dug-outs built into the sides of them were upheaved or +choked. Dead bodies or human fragments lay among the +branches and broken woodwork. A shell of ours had entered +one dug-out and blown six dead men out of its doorway. They +sprawled there at the entrance. Inside were six other dead. +From dug-outs not blown up or choked came groups of German +soldiers, pallid and nerve-broken, who gave themselves up +quickly enough. One man was talkative. He said in perfect +English that he had been coachman to an English earl, and he +cursed our artillery, and said that if he could get at our blinking +gunners he would wring their blighted necks—or words to that +effect.</p> + +<p>But the battle was not over yet. While Boom Ravine was +being cleared of its living inhabitants by the Royal Fusiliers +other waves were coming up; or, rather, not waves, but odd +groups of men, dodging over the shell-craters, and hunting as +they went for German snipers, who lay in their holes firing until<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +they were pinned by bayonet-points. Their bodies lie there +now, curled up. Some of them pretended to be dead when our +men came near. One of them lay still, with his face in the +moist earth. "See that that man is properly dead," said an +officer, and a soldier with him pricked the man. He sprang up +with a scream, and ran hard away—to our lines. Six prisoners +came trudging back from the Ravine, with a slightly wounded +man as an escort. On the way back they found themselves +very lonely with him, and passed some rifles lying in their way. +They seized the rifles and became fighting men again, until a +little Welsh officer of the South Wales Borderers met them, and +killed every one of them with a revolver.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VI</h3> + +<h3>THE ENEMY WITHDRAWS</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">February 18</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The enemy is steadily withdrawing his troops from many +positions between Hebuterne and the ground south-west of +Bapaume, and our patrols are pushing forward into abandoned +country, which they have penetrated in some places for nearly +three miles beyond our former line. They are already north-west +of Serre, south of Irles, above Miraumont, Petit-Miraumont +and Pys, which are now in our hands without a battle. We +have gained a number of German strongholds which we expected +to win only by heavy fighting, and the enemy has yielded to +our pressure, the ceaseless pressure of men and guns, by escaping +to a new line of defence along the Bapaume Ridge. This is the +most notable movement which has taken place in the war since +the autumn of the first year. The German retirement in the +battle of the Marne was forced upon them only by actual +defeat on the ground. This is a strategical retreat, revealing +a new phase of weakness in their defensive conditions. It has +not come to our Generals as a surprise. After the battle of +Boom Ravine, there were several signs that the enemy contemplated +a withdrawal from the two Miraumonts, and our recent +capture of Baillescourt Farm and the ground on the north of the +Ancre seriously menaced Serre. Yesterday morning, through +a heavy grey mist, fires were seen burning along the German<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +front line. For several days the enemy's field-batteries had been +firing an abnormal amount of ammunition, and it seemed likely +that they were getting rid of their supplies in the forward dumps +before withdrawing their guns. Patrols sent out had a queer, +uncanny experience. It was very quiet in the mist, almost +alarmingly quiet. They pushed in after the enemy. Not a +sound, not a shot came from Serre.... These reports were +sent back, and more patrols were sent forward in various +directions. They pushed on, picking up a few prisoners here +and there who were sniping from shell-holes and serving solitary +machine-guns. These men confessed that they had been left +behind with orders to keep firing and to make a show so that we +might believe the ground was still strongly held. Farther on +the right the same thing was happening. Patrols went out and +sent back messages saying that no enemy was ahead. They +went into Miraumont, and in the centre of the main road a mine +blew up with a loud explosion; but by great good luck none +of our men were hurt. At the end of the street six Germans +were seen among the ruins. They were fired at and disappeared. +Miraumont was taken without another shot than this, and with +it Little Miraumont, next door.</p> + +<p>Last night our troops advanced towards Warlencourt and +south of Irles, and they took possession of the famous Butte, that +high mound above the bones of some prehistoric man, for which +there had been so much bloody fighting in the autumn and the +first month of this year. From the direction of Bapaume the +noise of heavy explosions was heard, as though ammunition +dumps were being blown up, and for the first time perhaps +since the German retreat from the Marne the enemy was destroying +his own material of war on his way back.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VII</h3> + +<h3>OUR ENTRY INTO GOMMECOURT</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">February 28</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Last night the German troops abandoned Gommecourt and +Pusieux and our men followed the first patrols, who had felt +forward and took possession of the salient which keeps to the +line of the park surrounding the famous old château.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> + +<p>This entry into Gommecourt without a fight was most sensational. +It was here on July 1 of 1916 that waves of London men +of the 56th Division assaulted an almost impregnable position, +and by the highest valour and sacrifice broke and held its lines +until forced back by massed gun-fire which threatened them with +annihilation. Many of our dead lay there, and the place will be +haunted for ever by the memory of their loss and great endurance. +At last the gates were open. The enemy's troops had stolen away +in the dusk, leaving nothing behind but the refuse of trench life +and the litter of trench tools. In order to keep the way open for +their withdrawal, strong posts of Germans with machine-guns +held out in a wedge just south of Rossignol Wood and in Biez +Wood, which is west of Bucquoy. These rear-guard posts, +numbering an officer or two and anything between thirty to +sixty men with machine-guns, and telephones keeping them in +touch with the main army, were chosen for their tried courage +and intelligence, and stayed behind with orders to hold on to +the last possible moment.</p> + +<p>All the tricks of war are being used to check and kill our +patrols. In addition to trip-wires attached to explosives, German +helmets have been left about with bombs concealed in +them so as to explode on being touched, and there are other +devices of this kind which are ingenious and devilish. The +enemy's snipers and machine-gunners give our men greater +trouble, but are being routed out from their hiding-places. +There were a lot of them in the ruins of Pusieux, but last night, +after sharp fighting and a grim man-hunt among the broken +brickwork, the enemy was destroyed in this village, and our line +now runs well beyond it to Gommecourt, on the left and down to +Irles on the right. The enemy has destroyed Irles church tower, +as he has destroyed the church of Achiet-le-Petit, and the famous +clock tower of Bapaume, on which we tried to read the time from +the high ground westward during the battles of the Somme. This +is to get rid of observation which might be useful to us in our +advance.</p> + +<p>Heavy shell-fire has been concentrated by enemy batteries +on the village of Irles, and he is also barraging with high +explosives upon Serre, Miraumont, Grandcourt, and other +places from which he has withdrawn. It is probable that he is +using up his reserves of ammunition in the dumps along the line +of his retirement. Many of his heavy guns still remain on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> +railway mountings behind Bapaume—we are now less than a +mile from that town—and they are doing double duty by quick +firing. The latest village to fall into our hands is Thilloy, north +of Ligny-Thilloy, and just south of Bapaume, and the enemy is +now retiring to Loupart Wood, Achiet-le-Petit, and Bucquoy, +strongly defended for the time being by a thick belt of wire.</p> + +<p>It is enormously interesting to speculate upon this new plan +of the German High Command. It is a plan forced upon him +by steady pressure of our attacks, which thrust him into bad +ground, where the condition of his troops was hideous, but, +beyond all, by the fear that our fighting power in the spring +might break his armies if they stayed on their old line. Now he +is executing with skill, aided by great luck—for the foggy +weather is his luck—a manœuvre designed to shorten his line, +thereby increasing his offensive and defensive man-power, and +to withdraw in the way that he intends to make it difficult for +pursuit, and so to gain time to fall back upon new and stronger +lines of defence.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>It is difficult to describe the feelings of our men who go +forward to these villages and capture them, and settle down in +them for a day or two, unless you have gazed at those places +for months through narrow slits in underground chambers, and +know that it would be easier to go from life to eternity than +cross over the enemy's wire into those strongholds while they +are inhabited by men with machine-guns.</p> + +<p>You cannot imagine the thrill of walking one day into +Gommecourt, or Miraumont, or Irles, without resistance, and +seeing in close detail the way of life led by the men who have +been doing their best to kill you. There is something uncanny +in handling the things they handled, in sitting at the tables +where they took their meals, in walking about the ruins which +our guns made above them. I had this thrill when I walked +through Gommecourt—Gommecourt the terrible, and the graveyard +of so many brave London boys who fell here on July 1—and +up through Gommecourt Park, with its rows of riven trees, +to a point beyond, and to a far outpost where a group of soldiers +attached to the Sherwood Foresters of the 46th Division, full +of spirit and gaiety, in spite of the deadly menace about them, +had dragged up a heavy trench-mortar and its monstrous +winged shells, which they were firing into a copse 500 yards<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +away where Fritz was holding out. So through the snow I +went into Gommecourt down a road pitted with recent shell-holes, +and with a young Sherwood Forester who said, "It's +best to be quick along this track. It ain't a health resort."</p> + +<p>It was not a pretty place at all, and there were nasty noises +about it, as shells went singing overhead, but there was a +sinister sense of romance, a look of white and naked tragedy in +snow-covered Gommecourt. Our guns had played hell with +the place, though we could not capture it on July 1. Thousands +of shells, even millions, had flung it into ruin—the famous +château, the church, the great barns, the school-house, and all +the buildings here. Not a tree in what had once been a noble +park remained unmutilated. On the day before the Germans +left a Stokes mortar battery of ours fired 1100 shells into +Gommecourt in a quarter of an hour.</p> + +<p>"No wonder old Fritz left in a hurry," said the young +officer who had achieved this record. He chuckled at the +thought of it, and as he went through Gommecourt with me +pointed out with pride the "top-hole" effect of all our gun-fire. +To him, as a gunner, all this destruction was a good sight. He +stopped in front of a hole big enough to bury a country cottage, +and said, "That was done by old Charley's 9·45 trench-mortar. +Some hole, what?"</p> + +<p>"Looks as if some German officer had had to walk home," +said the trench-mortar officer, who was a humorous fellow, as +he glanced at a shattered motor-car.</p> + +<p>So many of the young officers of ours are humorous fellows, +and I am bound to say that I never met a merrier party than +a little lot I found at a spot called Pigeon Wood, far beyond +Gommecourt, where the enemy flings shells most of the day +and night, so that it is a litter of broken twigs and branches.</p> + +<p>A sergeant-major took me up there and introduced me to +his officers.</p> + +<p>"This is the real Street of Adventure," he said, "though it's +a long way from Fleet Street"—which I thought was pretty +good for a sergeant-major met in a casual way on a field of +battle. It appeared that there was to be a trench-mortar +"stunt" in half an hour or so, and he wanted me to see "the +fun." Through the driving snow we went into the bit of +wood, trampling over the broken twigs and stepping aside from +shell-holes, and because of the nasty noises about—I hear no<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +music in the song of the shell—I was glad when the sergeant-major +went down the entrance of a dug-out and called out for +the officer.</p> + +<p>It was one of the deep German dug-outs thirty or forty feet +down, and very dark on the way. In the room below, nicely +panelled, were the merry grigs I had come to meet, and in less +than a minute they had made me welcome, and in less than +five I was sitting on a German chair at a German table, drinking +German soda-water out of German glasses, with a party of +English boys 500 yards from the German outposts over the +way.</p> + +<p>They told me how they had brought their trench-mortar up. +It was an absolute record, and they were as proud and pleased +as schoolboys who have won a game. They roared with +laughter at the story of the senior officer chased by two Boches, +and roared again when the captain sent round to the "chemist's +shop" next door for some more soda-water and a bottle of +whisky. They had found thousands of bottles of soda-water, +and thousands of bombs and other things left behind in a +hurry, including a complete change of woman's clothing, now +being worn by one of our Tommies badly in need of clean linen.</p> + +<p>"This dug-out is all right," said one of the younger officers, +"but you come and see mine. It's absolutely priceless."</p> + +<p>It was one of the best specimens of German architecture I +have ever seen on a battlefield. It was not only panelled but +papered. It was furnished elegantly with a washhand-stand +and a gilded mirror and German coloured prints—and not all +our shells could touch it, because of its depth below the ground. +... I saw the trench-mortar "stunt," which flung up volcanoes +in the German ground by Kite Copse, and stood out in the +snow with a party of men who had nothing between them and +the enemy but a narrow stretch of shell-broken earth, and +went away from the wood just as the enemy began shelling it +again, and sat down under the bank with one of the officers +when the enemy "bracketed" the road back with whiz-bangs, +and stopped on the way to take a cup of tea in another dug-out, +and to make friends with other men who were following up the +enemy, and moving into German apartments for a night or so, +before they go farther on, with that keen and spirited courage +which is the only good thing in this war. They are mostly +boys—I am a Rip Van Winkle to them—and with the heart of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +boyhood they take deadly risks lightly and make a good joke +of a bad business, and are very frightened sometimes and make +a joke of that, and are great soldiers though they were never +meant for the trade. The enemy is falling back still, but these +boys of ours are catching him up, and are quick in pursuit, in +spite of the foul ground and the foul weather and the barrage +of his guns.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VIII</h3> + +<h3>WHY THE ENEMY WITHDREW</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 3</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The weather is still favourable to the enemy in his plan of +withdrawal. Yesterday there was over all the battlefields such +a solid fog, after a night of frost which condensed the earth's +moisture, that one could not see fifty yards ahead. Our +airmen, if they had thought it worth while mounting, would +have stared down into this white mist and seen nothing else. +Our gunners had to fire "off the map" at a time when direct +observation would have been most valuable. I do not remember +to have seen anything so uncanny on this front as the +effect of our men moving in this heavy wet darkness like legions +of shadows looming up in a grey way, and then blotted out. +The fog clung to them, dripped from the rims of their steel +helmets, made their breath like steam. The shaggy coats of +horses and mules plastered with heavy streaks of mud were all +damp with little beads of moisture as white as hoar-frost.</p> + +<p>Nothing so far in this German movement has been sensational +except the fact itself. Fantastic stories about gas-shells, +battles, and great slaughter in the capture of the enemy's +positions are merely conjured up by people who know nothing +of the truth.</p> + +<p>The truth is simple and stark. The enemy decided to withdraw, +and made his plans to withdraw with careful thought +for detail in order to frustrate any preparations we might have +made to deal him the famous knock-out blow and in order to +save his man-power, not only by escaping this great slaughter +which was drawing near upon him as the weeks passed, but by +shortening his line and so liberating a number of divisions for +offensive and defensive purposes. He timed this strategical +withdrawal well. He made use of the hard frost for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +movement of men and guns and material, and withdrew the +last men from his strongholds on the old line just as the thaw +set in, so that the ground lapsed into quagmire more fearful +than before the days of the long frost, and pursuit for our men +and our guns and our material was doubly difficult. He +destroyed what he could not take away, and left very little +behind. He fired many of his dug-outs, and left only a few +snipers and a few machine-gunners in shell-holes and strong +posts to hold up our patrols while the next body of rear-guard +outposts fell back behind the barbed wire in front of the series +of diagonal trench lines which defend the way to Bapaume. In +Gommecourt our troops found only one living man, and he was +half dead and quite blind. He had been wounded twenty-four +hours previously by a bomb from one of our scouts and had +crawled back into a dug-out. It is astounding, but, I believe, +quite true, that he knew nothing about the abandonment of +Gommecourt, even when it had been achieved. He would not +believe it when our men told him. He had lain in his earth-hole +wondering at the silence, believing himself deaf as well as +blind, except that he could hear the crash of shells. He was +frightened because he could hear no movement of his fellow-soldiers.</p> + +<p>The German scheme is undoubtedly to delay our advance as +much as possible and at the cheapest price to himself, so that +much time may have elapsed (while his submarines are still at +work, and his diplomats, and his propaganda) before we come +up to him with all our weight of men and metal upon the real +lines to which he is falling back. By belts of barbed wire +between the lines of retirement, down past Loupart Wood, and +then past Grevillers and Achiet, and outside Bapaume, as well +as by strong bodies of picked troops holding on to these positions +until the last moment before death or capture or escape, and +by massing guns eastward of Bapaume in order to impede our +pursuit by long-range fire from his "heavies," and to hold the +pivot while his troops swing back in this slow and gradual way, +he hopes to make things easy for himself and damnably difficult +for us.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 12</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Loupart Wood, a high belt of trees, thick and black against +the sky, is the storm-centre of the battle line on this part of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +the front. Our guns were busy with it, flinging shells into its +network of naked branches. The shell-bursts were white +against its blackness, and the chalky soil in front of it was +tossed up in spraying fountains. From the enemy's side high +explosives were dropping over Miraumont, and Irles was being +heavily bombarded. It was like a day in the first battles of +the Somme, and brought back to me old memories of frightfulness. +Behind me were the Somme battlefields, one vast +landscape of the abomination of desolation strewn still with the +litter of great conflict, with thousands of unexploded shells +lying squat in mud, and hideously tormented out of all semblance +of earth's sweet beauty by millions of shell-holes and the +yawning chasms of mine-craters, and the chaos of innumerable +trenches dug deep and then smashed by the fury of heavy guns. +That is an old picture which I have described, or failed to +describe, a score of times when over this mangled earth, yard +by yard, from one ruin to another, from one copse of broken +woodland to another group of black gallows which were trees, +our men went fighting, so that here is the graveyard of gallant +youth, and the Field of Honour which is sacred to the soul of +our race. It was the old picture, but into it came to-day as +yesterday new men of ours who are carrying on the tale to +whatever ending it may have. They came through mud and +in mud and with mud. The heavy horses of the gunners and +transport men were all whitened with the wet chalk to the +ears. Mules were ridiculous, like amphibious creatures who +had come up out of the slime to stare with wicked eyes at what +men are doing with the earth's surface. Eight-inch guns were +wallowing in bogs from which their shiny snouts thrust up, +belching forth flame. Over the wide, white, barren stretch of +hell which we call the battlefield their monstrous shells went +howling after the full-throated roars which clouted one's ear-drums +like blows from a hammer. And between the guns, and +in front of the guns, and past the guns went our marching men, +our mud men, with wet steel helmets, with gobs of mud on +their faces, with clods of mud growing monstrously upon their +boots at every step.</p> + +<p>A grim old war, fantastic in its contrasts and in its stage +properties! Once when I heard the chimes of midnight in +Covent Garden and stood drinking at a coffee-stall by Paul's +Church I never guessed I should find such a place of wayside<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> +refreshment, such a house on wheels, in the middle of Armageddon. +But there it was to-day, a coffee-stall bang in the +middle of the battlefield, and there, asking for a "mug o' +thick," stood a crowd of English soldiers, worse scarecrows than +the night birds of the London slums and more in need of +warmth for body and soul. Not far away, well under +shell-fire, was a London omnibus, and as a mate in evil days, +a Tank.</p> + +<p>The rain came down in a thick drizzle. Loupart Wood disappeared +like a ghost picture. Irles was blotted out. Our +eight-inch shells went howling out of a cotton-wool mist. Our +men went marching with their steel hats down against the beat +of the rain. It was a wintry scene again—but on the moist air +there was a faint scent not of winter—a smell of wet earth +sweeter than the acrid stench of the battlefields. It was the +breath of spring coming with its promise of life. And with its +promise of death.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>The enemy is still holding out in Achiet-le-Petit and Bucquoy, +though I believe his residence there is not for long. From +what I saw to-day watching our bombardment of the line to +which he has retreated, it seems certain that he will be compelled +to leave in a hurry, just as he left Loupart Wood the +night before last.</p> + +<p>As I went over the battlefields to-day it was made visible to +me that the enemy has suffered most devilish torments in the +ground from which he is now retreating. All north of Courcelette, +up by Miraumont and Pys, and below Loupart Wood, +this wild chaos—all so upturned by shell-fire that one's gorge +rises at the sight of such obscene mangling of our mother earth—is +strewn with bodies of dead German soldiers. They lie +grey wet lumps of death over a great stretch of ground, many +of them half buried by their comrades or by high explosives. +Most of them are stark above the soil with their eye-sockets to +the sky. I stood to-day in a ravine to which the Regina +Trench leads between Pys and Miraumont, and not any morbid +vision of an absinthe-maddened dream of hell could be more +fearful than what I stared at standing there, with the rain +beating on me across the battlefield, and the roar of guns on +every side, and the long rushing whistles of heavy shells in +flight over Loupart Wood. The place was a shambles of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +German troops. They had had machine-gun emplacements +here, and deep dug-outs under cover of earth-banks. But our +guns had found them out and poured fire upon them. All +this garrison had been killed and cut to pieces before or after +death. Their bodies or their fragments lay in every shape and +shapelessness of death, in puddles of broken trenches or on the +edge of deep ponds in shell-craters. The water was vivid +green about them, or red as blood, with the colour of high-explosive +gases. Mask-like faces, with holes for eyes, seemed +to stare back at me as I stared at them, not with any curiosity +in this sight of death—for it is not new to me—but counting +their numbers and reckoning the sum of all these things who a +little time ago were living men. Some of our dead lay among +them, but out of 850 lying hereabouts, 700 were German +soldiers.</p> + +<p>Our gun-fire, continued to-day as yesterday, leaves nothing +alive or whole when it is concentrated on a place like this, +deliberate in smashing it. Here it had flung up machine-gun +emplacements and made rubbish-heaps of their casemates and +guns. It had broken hundreds of rifles into matchwood, and +flung up the kit of men from deep dug-outs, littering earth +with their pouches and helmets and bits of clothing. Where I +stood was only one patch of ground on a wide battlefield. It +is all like that, though elsewhere the dead are not so thickly +clustered. For miles it is all pitted with ten-feet craters intermingling +and leaving not a yard of earth untouched. It is one +great obscenity, killing for all time the legend of war's glory +and romance. Over it to-day went a brave man on his mission. +He was not a soldier, though he had a steel hat on his head +and a khaki uniform. He was a padre who, with a fellow-officer +and a few men, is following up the fighting men, burying +those who fall, our own and the enemy's. He collects their +identity discs and marks their graves. For weeks he has done +this, and, though he is sickened, he goes on with a grim zeal, +searching out the new dead, directing the digging of new +graves, covering up Germans who lie so thick. He waved his +hand to me as he went up to Loupart Wood, and I saluted him +as a man of fine enthusiasm and good courage in the abomination +of desolation which is our battle-ground.</p> + +<p>The secret of the German retreat is here on this ground. To +save themselves from another such shambles they are falling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +back to new lines, where they hope to be safer from our massed +artillery. But as I saw to-day our gun-fire is following them +closely and forcing them back at a harder pace, and killing +them as they go. The horror of war is still close at their heels, +and will never end till the war ends, though that may be long, +O Lord! from now.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>IX</h3> + +<h3>THE AUSTRALIANS ENTER BAPAUME</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 17</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>To-day quite early in the morning our Australian troops +entered Bapaume. Achiet-le-Petit and Biefvillers also fell +into our hands and the enemy is in retreat across the plains +below the Bapaume Ridge.</p> + +<p>I had the honour of going into Bapaume myself this morning, +and the luck to come out again, and now, sitting down to tell +the history of this day—one of the great days in this war—I +feel something of the old thrill that came to all of us when the +enemy fell back from the Marne and retreated to the Aisne.</p> + +<p>Bapaume is ours after a short, sharp fight with its last rear-guard +post. I don't know how much this will mean to people +at home, to whom the town is just a name, familiar only because +of its repetition in dispatches. To us out here it means +enormous things—above all, the completion or result of a great +series of battles, in which many of our best gave their lives so +that our troops could attain the ridge across which they went +to-day, and hold the town which is the gateway to the plains +beyond. For this the Canadians fought through Courcelette, +where many of their poor bodies lie even now in the broken +ground. For this the Australians struggled with most grim +heroism on the high plateau of Pozières, which bears upon every +yard of its soil the signs of the most frightful strife that mankind +has known in all the history of warfare. For another stage on +the road to Bapaume London regiments went up to Eaucourt-l'Abbaye, +and the Gordons stormed the white mound of the +Butte de Warlencourt. For the capture of Bapaume our +patrols with machine-guns and trench-mortars, and our gunners +with their batteries, have pushed on through the day and +night during recent weeks, gaining La Barque and Ligny and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +Thilloy, not sleeping night after night, not resting, so that +beards have grown on young chins, and the eyes of these men +look glazed and dead except for the fire that lights up in them +when there is another bit of work to do. For this, thousands +of British soldiers have laboured like ants—it is all like a +monstrous ant-heap in commotion—carrying up material of +war, building roads over quagmires, laying down railroads +under shell-fire, plugging up shell-craters with bricks and stone +so that the horse transport can follow, and the guns get forward +and the way be made smooth for the fall of Bapaume.... So +Bapaume is ours. Years ago, and months ago, and weeks ago, +I have travelled the road towards Bapaume from Amiens to +Albert, from that city of the Falling Virgin, past the vast +mine-crater of La Boisselle to Pozières and beyond, and +always I and comrades of mine have glanced sideways and +smiled grimly at the milestones which said so many kilometres +to Bapaume—and yet a world of strife to go. Now those stones +will not stare up at us with irony. There is no longer a point +on the road where one has to halt lest one should die. To-day +I walked past the milestones—ten, seven, four, three, one—and +then into Bapaume, and did not die, though to tell the +truth death missed me only a yard or two. I have had +many strange and memorable walks in war, but none more +wonderful than this, for really it was a strange way this +road to Bapaume, with all the tragedy and all the courage +of this warfare, and all the ugly spirit of it on every side. +I walked through the highway of our greatest battles up +from Pozières, past Courcelette, with Martinpuich to the +right, past the ruins of Destremont Farm, and into the +ruins of Le Sars. Thence the road struck straight towards +Bapaume, with the grey pyramid of the Butte de Warlencourt +on one side and the frightful turmoil of Warlencourt village on +the other. I did not walk alone along this way through the +litter of many battles, through its muck and stench and corruption +under a fair blue sky, with wisps of white cloud above and +the glitter of spring sunshine over all the white leprous landscape +of these fields. Australian soldiers were going the same way—towards +Bapaume. Some of them wore sprigs of shamrock in +their buttonholes, and I remembered it was St. Patrick's Day. +Some of them were gunners, and some were pioneers, and some +were Generals and high officers, and they had the look of victory<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>upon them and were talking cheerily about the great news of +the day. It was in the neighbourhood of a haunted-looking +place called "La Coupe-gueule," which means Cut-throat, once +I imagine a farmstead or estaminet, that the road became the +scene of very recent warfare—a few hours old or a few minutes. +One is very quick to read how old the signs are by the look of +the earth, by smells and sounds, by little, sure, alarming +signs. Dead horses lay about—newly dead. Shell-craters +with clean sides pock-marked the earth ten feet deep. Aeroplanes +had crashed down, one of them a few minutes ago. A +car came along and I saw a young pilot lying back wounded, +with another officer smoking a cigarette, grave-eyed and pallid. +Pools of red mud were on either side of the road, or in the +middle of it. Everywhere in neighbouring ground hidden +batteries were firing ceaselessly, the long sixty-pounders making +sharp reports that stunned one's ears, the field-guns firing +rapidly with sharp knocks. Up in the blue sky there was other +gunning. Flights of our aeroplanes were up singing with a loud, +deep, humming music as of monstrous bees. Our "Archies" +were strafing a German plane, venturesome over our country. +High up in the blue was the rattle of machine-gun fire. Down +from Bapaume came a procession of stretcher-bearers with +wounded comrades shoulder high, borne like heroes, slowly and +with unconscious dignity, by these tall men in steel helmets. +The enemy had ruined the road in several places with enormous +craters, to stop our progress. They were twenty yards across, +and very deep, and fearful pitfalls in the dark. Past the +ruins of La Barque, past the ruins of Ligny-Thilloy and +Thilloy, went the road to Bapaume. Behind me now on +the left was Loupart Wood, the storm-centre of strife when I +went up to it a few days ago, and Grevillers beside it, smashed +to death, and then presently and quite suddenly I came into +sight of Bapaume. It was only a few hundred yards away, +and I could see every detail of its streets and houses. A +street along the Bapaume road went straight into the town, and +then went sharply at right angles, so that all the length of +Bapaume lay in front of me. The sun was upon it, shining very +bright and clear upon its houses. It was a sun-picture of destruction. +Bapaume was still standing, but broken and burnt.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 399px;"> +<a href="images/i060-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i060.jpg" width="399" height="600" alt="Map of the front from Arras to Soissons" title="" /></a> +<span class="caption">Map of the front from Arras to Soissons</span> +</div> + +<p>In the middle of Bapaume stood the remnant of the old clock-tower, +a tower of brown brick, like the houses about it, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> +broken off at the top, only two-thirds of its former height, and +without the clock which used to tell us the time miles away +when we gazed through telescopes from distant observation-posts, +when we still had miles to go on the way to Bapaume. On +the right of the old tower the town was burning, not in flames +when I entered, but with volumes of white smoke issuing slowly +from a row of red villas already gutted by fires lighted before +the Germans left.</p> + +<p>A Colonel came riding out of Bapaume. He was carrying a +big German beer-jug, and showed me his trophy, leaning down +over his saddle to let me read the words:</p> + +<p> +Zum Feldgrauen Hilfe<br /> +</p> + +<p>"Is it pretty easy to get into Bapaume?" I asked.</p> + +<p>"Barring the heavy stuff," he said. "They're putting over +shells at the rate of two or three a minute."</p> + +<p>They were, and it was not pleasant, this walk into Bapaume, +though very interesting.</p> + +<p>It was when I came to an old farmhouse and inn—the shell +of a place—on the left of the road (Duhamel-Equarriseur, +Telephone No. 30) that I knew the full menace of this hour was +above and about. The enemy was firing a great number of +shells into Bapaume. They came towards us with that rushing, +howling noise which gives one a great fear of instant death, and +burst with crashes among the neighbouring houses. They were +high explosives, but shrapnel was bursting high, with thunderclaps, +which left behind greenish clouds and scattered bullets +down. I went through the outer defences of Bapaume, walking +with a General who was on his way to the town, and who pointed +out the strength of the place. Lord! It was still horribly +strong, and would have cost us many lives to take by assault. +Three belts of wire, very thick, stood solid and strong, in a wide +curve all round the town. The enemy had dug trenches quite +recently, so that the earth was fresh and brown, and dug them +well and perfectly. Only here and there had they been broken +by our shell-fire, though some of the dug-outs had been blown +in.</p> + +<p>Just outside Bapaume, on the south-east side, is an old +citadel built centuries ago and now overgrown with fir-trees +which would have given a great field of fire to German machine-gunners, +and I went afterwards into snipers' posts, and stood at<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +the entrance of tunnels and bomb-proof shelters, not going +down or touching any of the litter about because of the danger +lurking there in dark entries and in innocent-looking wires and +implements. There was a great litter everywhere, for the +German soldiers had left behind large numbers of long-handled +bombs and thousands of cartridges, and many tools and implements.</p> + +<p>Before getting into Bapaume I crossed the railway line from +Arras, through Biefvillers, which was now on fire. They had +torn up the rails here, but there was still the track, and the +signal-boxes and signs in German.</p> + +<p> +Im Bahnhof<br /> +Nur 10 Km.<br /> +</p> + +<p>That is to say, the speed of trains was to be only 10 kilometres +an hour into the station.</p> + +<p>Another signboard directed the way for "Vieh" and "Pferde" +(cattle and horses), and everywhere there were notice-boards to +trenches and dug-outs:</p> + +<p> +Nach 1 Stellung<br /> +Für zwei Offizieren<br /> +</p> + +<p>As I entered Bapaume I noticed first, if my memory serves, +the Hôtel de Commerce, with "garage" painted on a shell-broken +wall, and immediately facing me an old wooden house +with a shoot for flour. Many of the houses had collapsed as +though built of cards, with all their roofs level with the ground. +Others were cut in half, showing all their rooms and landings, +and others were gutted in ways familiar to English people after +Zeppelin raids. Higher up on the right, as I have said, rows of +red-brick villas were burnt out, and smoke was rising in steady +volumes from this quarter of the town. The church, a white +stone building, was also smouldering. There were no Germans +in the town, unless men are still hiding there. The only living +inhabitant was a little kitten which ran across the square and +was captured by our patrols, who now have it as a pet.</p> + +<p>There were other men living early in the morning, but they +are now dead. It was a company of German machine-gunners +who held out as the last rear-guard. They fired heavily at our +men, but were quickly overpowered. The first message that +came back from the entering troops was laconic:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<blockquote><p>"While entering Bapaume we came across a party the whole +of which was accounted for. The mopping-up of Bapaume is +now complete."</p></blockquote> + +<p>I did not stay very long in the town. It was not a health +resort. High explosives were crumping every part of the town, +and the buildings were falling. Pip-squeaks were flung about +horribly, and when I came out with the General and another +officer a flush of them came yelling at us and burst very close, +flinging up the ground only a few yards away. The roadway +of "pavé" had been hurled up in huge chumps of stone, and +shrapnel was again breaking to the right of us. I struck across +country eastwards to see the promised land, and on the way to +the near ridge turned and stared back at Bapaume in the glow +of the sunset. Ours at last!</p> + +<p>The fires were still burning in the other villages, and it was +such a scene of war as I saw first when Dixmude was a flaming +torch and Pervyse was alight in the beginning of the world-conflict.... +At about half-past nine that night the enemy +fired several quick rounds from his field-batteries. Then there +was a strange silence, unbroken by any shell-fire. The Germans +had fired their last shot in the battles of the Somme.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>X</h3> + +<h3>THE RESCUE OF PÉRONNE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 18</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>To-day at 7 <span class="smcap">A.M.</span> a battalion of the Royal Warwicks of the +48th Division entered Péronne.</p> + +<p>Standing alone that statement would be sensational enough. +The French fought for Péronne desperately through more than +two years of war, and now it is the luck of the British troops +to enter it, as yesterday we entered Bapaume, after a short +action with the enemy's rear-guards. But the news does not +stand alone. The whole of the old German line south of Arras, +strong as one vast fortress, built by the labour of millions of +men, dug and tunnelled and cemented and timbered, with +thousands of machine-gun redoubts, with an immense maze of +trenches, protected by forests of barbed wire, had slipped away +as though by a landslide, and the enemy is in rapid retreat to +new lines some miles away. As he goes he is laying fire and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +waste to the countryside. North-east of Bapaume, into which +I went yesterday with our troops, and west of Péronne, scores of +villages are burning. One of them, larger than a village, the +town of Athies, is a flaming torch visible for miles around. +Others are smouldering ruins, from which volumes of smoke are +rolling up into the clear blue sky. Of all this great tract of +France, which the enemy has been forced to abandon to avoid +the menace of combined attack, there is no beauty left, and no +homesteads, nor farms, but only black ruins and devastation +everywhere. The enemy is adopting the full cruelty of war's +malignancy. He has fouled the wells in his wake, so that if our +soldiers' horses should drink there they will die. Over the +water-ways he has burnt his bridges. Cross-roads have been +mined, opening up enormous craters like those I saw yesterday +outside Bapaume. High-explosive traps have been placed in +the way of our patrols, to scatter them in fragments if they lack +caution.</p> + +<p>It is impossible to give our exact line at the present moment. +We have no exact line. Village after village has fallen into our +hands since midday yesterday. Our cavalry patrols are over +the hills and far away. Our infantry patrols are pushing +forward unto new territory, so that only aeroplanes know the +exact whereabouts. As one aviator has reported:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"Our men are lighting fires and taking their dinners at places +off the map. They are going into pubs which have been burnt +out to find beer which is not there."</p></blockquote> + +<p>North and east of Bapaume our patrols have gone beyond the +villages of Rocquenes, Bancourt, Favreuil, and Sapignies. +Intelligence officers riding out on bicycles to these places were +scared to find themselves so lonely, and believed that the enemy +must be close at hand. But the enemy was still farther off. +Our cavalry, working up past Logeast Wood, penetrated east of +Acheit-le-Grand and turned the German line of Behagnies-Ytres.</p> + +<p>Much farther south, in the neighbourhood of Nesle, French and +British cavalry patrols came into touch to-day, and one of our +aviators reports that he saw French civilians waving flags and +cheering them.</p> + +<p>The Germans have a cavalry screen behind their rear-guards. +They were seen yesterday north of Bapaume and southwards +beyond Roye. And some of them were chased by a British<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +airman at a place called Ennemain. He swooped low like an +albatross, and brought a man off his horse by a machine-gun +bullet. Others stampeded from this terrible bird.</p> + +<p>This morning our troops were through Eterpigny beyond +Barleux, and found the villages of Misery and Marchelepot. +There was some fighting last night and this morning in the +neighbourhood of Péronne. The enemy had snipers and +machine-gunners about, and kept some of their batteries back +until the last possible moment, flinging 5·9's and smaller shells +over our side of the lines, and firing heavily until about ten +o'clock. Then the gun-fire ceased, and there was not a shot. +His guns were going back along the dark roads, his rear-guards +moved away, leaving behind them their great defensive works +of the Bapaume Ridge, and burning villages.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 19</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Refusing to give battle, the enemy has retired still farther +over open country east of Bapaume, and our cavalry patrols are +in touch with his mounted rear-guards. The exact location is +vague, as the movement continues, and our cavalry is in small +units, moving cautiously between a large number of burning +villages, which are everywhere alight. Small parties of the +enemy were encountered last night in the open near Ytres and +Berthincourt, and some snipers in an omnibus opened fire upon +a cavalry patrol, and were scattered by an aeroplane which +swooped low, sweeping them with machine-gun bullets.</p> + +<p>South of the Somme our cavalry got in touch with German +cavalry at Rouy and with German cyclists at Potte. All the +bridges have been destroyed to cover the enemy's retreat, as at +Rouy and Breuil, and all the wells have been filled with filth +and rubbish.</p> + +<p>It is a most extraordinary experience to follow up through +this abandoned country from which the enemy has fled, +as I have found to-day in tramping through the district +of Péronne and into that deserted and destroyed town. A +few weeks ago I went a journey to the new lines we had +taken over from the French south of the Somme. Then it was +under the full blast of shell-fire, and not a day passed without +the enemy flinging high explosives into the ruined villages of +Herbécourt, Estrées, Flaucourt, and Biaches. From Mont-St.-Quentin, +on the flank of Péronne, he had the observation of all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span> +our ground, so that it was horrible to see that hill staring down +on one, and by daylight in the open country one moved always +under the menace of death. To-day that menace had gone. +The evil spell had lifted, and we moved freely in the sight of +Mont-St.-Quentin, unafraid and with a strange sense of safety. +He had gone from there yesterday morning, and, at the same +time, had crept away from the trenches at Biaches, and across +his wooden bridges to Péronne, and out of this town to the open +country, hurrying through the night to escape from our pursuit.</p> + +<p>I went down into Biaches, a wild chaos of trenches and dug-outs +and ruin, and passed through the front line held by our +troops until about 6.30 yesterday morning, and went with difficulty +through the German barbed wire still uncut, so that we +were tangled and caught in it. Then I passed into the old +German lines, and went across the wooden causeway built by +them over the marshes down to the bank of the Somme. On +the other side of the river loop I saw for the first time Péronne, +taken by the enemy in the autumn of 1914, and fought for +furiously by the French, who regained it for a while and lost it +again. It was dead quiet over there. No shell burst over it, +but a little smoke rolled above its houses. From that distance, +the broad river's width, it did not look much destroyed. It was +only afterwards that I saw how much. Several wooden bridges +spanned the Somme, and I tried two of these to get across, but +there were great gaps which I could not jump. Before leaving +the enemy had broken them and tried to hide the damage from +the view of our airmen by putting up straw screens. All the +trees in the marshes had been slashed by our shell-fire. Empty +barrels floated in the water with broken boats, and the old +barge, called Notre Dame d'Amiens, was blown in half. Snipers' +posts had been built, outfacing our lines, and German ammunition +and bombs and coiled wire and a great litter of timber lay +about.</p> + +<p>I managed at last to get into Péronne by a wide curve through +the Faubourg de Paris, over the piled stones of a broken bridge +with planks across the gaps put there by our soldiers so that the +enemy could be followed in pursuit. He had been careful to +check us as long as possible, though it was not very long, for an +hour after his going the Royal Warwicks and some Londoners +marched unto the Grande Place. Down the Faubourg de Paris +all the trees had been cut down, so that they had crashed across<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +the street, making a great barricade. Before going, firebrands +had been at work, setting alight all the houses not already +smashed by shell-fire. They were burning, when I passed them, +so fiercely that the hot breath of the flames was upon my face. +Even now it was possible to see that Péronne had once been a +little town of old-world dignity and charm. Frontages of some +of these gutted houses were richly carved in Renaissance style, +among them being the ruins of the Palais de Justice and the +Hôtel de Ville and the Maison Municipale. Here and there along +the Rue St.-Fursy and in the Grande Place was an old French +mansion built before the Revolution, now just a skeleton of +broken brickwork and timber. Though many houses were +still standing enough to see they were houses, there was hardly +one that had escaped the wrath of war. It was pitiful to see +here and there old signs, showing the life of the town in peace, +such as the "Librairie Nouvelle," the "Teinturerie Parisienne" +belonging to Mme. Poitevineau, the Notary's house, full of +legal books and papers scattered on a charred floor beneath a +gaping roof, a shop for "articles de chasse" kept by one Monsieur +Bourdin. Those signboards, reminding one of Péronne before +the war, were side by side with other signboards showing the +way of German life until 6.30 yesterday morning. At the +entrance to the town is a notice: "Durchgang bei Tage streng +Verboten."</p> + +<p>Most houses are labelled, "Keller für 60 Mann." At the +entrance to a dug-out below the town hall is the notice, "Verwundete +und Kranke" (For wounded and sick). The only +inhabitants of the Grande Place were a big black cat, looking +sick and sorry for itself, and a dummy figure dressed as a French +Zouave, sprawling below the pedestal of a statue to Catherine +de Poix, heroine of the siege of 1870. The statue had been +taken away, like that of Faidherbe in the square of Bapaume. +On top of the pedestal had been laid the dummy figure in French +uniform, but our soldiers removed it. Péronne was a dead town, +like Ypres, like Bapaume, like all those villages in the wake of +the German retreat. Over its old fortifications, built by Vauban, +and over its marshes wild duck are flying.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PART_II" id="PART_II"></a>PART II</h2> + +<h2>ON THE TRAIL OF THE ENEMY</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>I</h3> + +<h3>THE MAKING OF NO MAN'S LAND</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 21</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>For several days now I have been going with our advancing +troops into towns, villages, and country abandoned by the +enemy in his retreat. It has been a strange adventure, fantastic +as a dream, yet with the tragedy of reality. The fantasy is in +crossing over No Man's Land into the German lines, getting +through his wire, and passing through trenches inhabited by +his soldiers until a day or two ago, travelling over roads and +fields down which his guns and transport went, and going into +streets and houses in which there are signs of his recent occupation. +He has ruined all his roads, opening vast craters in +them, and broken all his bridges, but our men have been +wonderfully quick in making a way over these gaps, and this +morning I motored over the German trenches at Roye, zigzagging +over this maze of ditches and dug-outs by bridges of +planks before getting to the roads behind his line.</p> + +<p>After passing the area of shell-fire on our side and his, the +field of shell-craters, the smashed barns and houses and churches, +the tattered tree-trunks, the wide belts of barbed wire, one +comes to country where grass grows again, and where the fields +are smooth and rolling, and where the woods will be clothed +with foliage when spring comes to the world again—country +strange and beautiful to a man like myself, who has been +wandering through all the filth and frightfulness of the Somme +battlefields. German sentry-boxes still stand at the cross-roads. +German notice-boards stare at one from cottage walls, or where<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> +the villages begin. Thousands of coils of barbed wire lie about +in heaps, for the enemy relied a great deal upon this means of +defence, and in many places are piles of shells which he has +not removed. Gun-pits and machine-gun emplacements, screens +to hide his roads from view, observation-posts built in tall trees, +remain as signs of his military life a mile or two back from his +front lines, but behind the trenches are the towns and villages +in which he had his rest billets, and it is in these places that +one sees the spirit and temper of the men whom we are fighting. +The enemy has spared nothing on the way of his retreat. He +has destroyed every village in his abandonment with a systematic +and detailed destruction. Not only in Bapaume and in +Péronne has he blown up, or burnt, all the houses which were +untouched by shell-fire, but in scores of villages he has laid +waste the cottages of the peasants, and all their farms and all +their orchards. At Réthonvillers this morning, to name only +one village out of many, I saw how each house was marked +with a white cross before it was gutted with fire. The Cross of +Christ was used to mark the work of the Devil.</p> + +<p>In Bapaume and Péronne, in Roye and Nesle and Liancourt, +and all these places over a wide area, German soldiers not only +blew out the fronts of houses, but with picks and axes smashed +mirrors and furniture and picture-frames. As a friend of mine +said, a cheap-jack would not give fourpence for anything left +in Péronne, and that is true, also, of Bapaume. There is +nothing but filth in those two towns; family portraits have +been kicked into the gutters. I saw a picture of three children +in Bapaume, and it was smeared with filth in the writing of a +dirty word. The black bonnets of old women who once lived +in those houses lie about the rubbish-heaps, and by some +strange, pitiful freak are almost the only signs left of the +inhabitants who lived here before the Germans wrecked their +houses. The enemy has left nothing that would be good for +dwelling or for food. Into the wells he has pitched filth so +that the people may not drink.</p> + +<p>But that is not the greatest tragedy I have seen. The ruins +of houses are bad to see when done deliberately, even when +shell-fire has spared them in the war zone. But worse than +that is the ruin of women and children and living flesh. I saw +that ruin to-day in Roye and Nesle. I was at first rejoiced to +see how the first inhabitants were liberated after being so long<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +in hostile lines. I approached them with a queer sense of +excitement, eager to speak with them, but instantly when I +saw those women and children in the streets, and staring at +me out of windows, I was struck with a chill of horror. The +women's faces were dead faces, sallow and mask-like, and +branded with the memory of great agonies. The children were +white and thin—so thin that their cheek-bones protruded. +Hunger and fear had been with them too long.</p> + +<p>The Mayor of Nesle told me that after the first entry of the +Germans on August 29, 1914, and after the first brutalities, the +soldiers had behaved well, generally speaking. They were well +disciplined, and lived on good terms with the people, as far as +possible. Probably he tells the truth fairly, and I believe him. +But the women with whom I spoke were passionate and +hysterical, and told me other stories. I believe them too. +Because these women, who are French, had to live with the +men who were killing their husbands and brothers, and that is +a great horror. They had to submit to the daily moods of men +who were sometimes sulky and sometimes drunk. The officers +were often drunk. They had to see their children go hungry, +for though the Germans gave them potatoes, sometimes they +took away the hens, so that there were no eggs, and the cows, +so that there was no milk, and the children suffered and were +thin. On October 5, 1914, the Kaiser came to Nesle with an +escort of five motor-cars, and the soldiers lined the square and +cheered him; but the women and children stared and were +silent, and hated those white-haired men with the spiked hats. +During the battles of the Somme many wounded passed +through the town, and others came with awful stories of +slaughter and fierce words against the English. Once twenty +men of the 173rd Regiment came in. They were half mad, +weeping and cursing, and said they were the sole survivors of +their regiment.</p> + +<p>Then, quite recently, there came the rumour of a German +retreat. On Thursday, March 15, the German commandant +sent for the Mayor and announced the news. He gave orders +for all the inhabitants to leave their houses at 6.30, and to +assemble in the streets, while certain houses and streets indicated +were to be destroyed. The German commandant, whose name +was Herwaardt, said he greatly regretted this necessity. The +work was to be carried out by his Oberleutnant Baarth. The +people wept at the destruction of their homes, though the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +houses in the centre of Nesle were spared. But they were +comforted by the promise of liberation. For a week previously +the enemy had been withdrawing his stores. The garrison consisted +of about 800 to 1000 men of the 38th Regiment of +Chasseurs and Cyclists. The gunners were the last to leave, +and went away at midnight with the rear-guard of infantry. +By half-past seven in the morning there was not a German +soldier left in Nesle, and at half-past nine a British patrol +entered, and the women and children surrounded our men, +laughing and weeping. To-day they were being fed by British +soldiers, and were waiting round the field-kitchens with wistful +eyes.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>II</h3> + +<h3>THE LETTER OF THE LAW</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 23</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>On both sides cavalry patrols are scouting in the woods and +villages, and for a few days at least the situation has been +extraordinarily like those early days of the war in October of +1914, when our cavalry was operating in Flanders, feeling +forward cautiously to test the enemy's strength. For the first +time since those days German Uhlans have again been seen on +the Western Front. They have been seen moving about the +woods and on the skyline.</p> + +<p>Little parties of them are in hiding behind the broken walls +of villages destroyed in the German retreat. Now and again +they bump into our advanced posts and then bolt away, not +seeking a fight. These are the manœuvres of open warfare +not seen on our Front since the trenches closed us in. Our +cavalry patrols are working in the same way. Yesterday one +of them encountered some of the enemy on the road to St.-Quentin +and very close to that town, where fires are still +burning. Our mounted men were suddenly called to a halt by +a sharp fusillade of rifle and machine-gun bullets. The enemy +this time was unmounted and entrenched, and after reconnoitring +this position our patrol galloped back.</p> + +<p>It is difficult to know always the exact whereabouts of the +enemy's advanced posts, as they were scattered about the +countryside without any definite trench line, so that officers of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> +corps and divisional staffs who are going out to examine the +lie of the land, with a secret hope of finding an adventure on +the way, are taking out revolvers, which have long been idle. +I found a young staff officer to-day fastening his holster to his +belt before starting out on his morning's expedition, and he +slapped it and laughed, and said, "I haven't done this for over +two years. It is quite like old times." It brings back reminiscences +to me also of old days, when with two comrades I +moved about the roads of war ignorant of the enemy's position +and narrowly escaping his advance-guards. But, after all, it +is no joke, and I should hate to get into the middle of an enemy +patrol somewhere in this country of burnt and abandoned +villages, through which I have been wandering with tired eyes +in the sight of all this destruction, so wanton, so brutal, and so +ruthless.</p> + +<p>For the enemy has adopted the letter of the law in that code +of cruelty which governs war, and I can think of nothing more +damnable than the horror which came to some hundreds of +poor souls, mostly women and children and old stricken men +in the village of Rouy-le-Petit above the Somme.</p> + +<p>Many of them had been driven into this hamlet from neighbouring +villages, which the Germans set on fire. Huddled in +the streets of Rouy, they saw the smoke and flames rising from +their homesteads, and they were terrorized and crushed. +Presently the last German rear-guard went out from Rouy, not +cheering and singing as they came in August of 1914, but +silent and grim, conscience-stricken also, it seemed, so the +French people have told me, because of the law which made +them do the things they had done. They had been friendly +with the villagers before they smashed their houses, and had +been good to the children before breaking their bedsteads and +making them homeless. They said again and again in self-excuse, +"It is war; it is the order of our high officers! We +are bound to do it."</p> + +<p>The German guns rumbled through the street of Rouy, and +went away with gunners and cyclists and infantry. Night +came, and all the noise of distant artillery died down, and +there was hardly the sound of a shot over all the country +where for nearly three years there has been the ceaseless fire +of artillery. Early next morning a British patrol entered the +village, and the people crowded round, clasping the soldiers'<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +hands and thanking God for deliverance, and telling of their +hunger, which was near starving-point. Then the worst +happened. Suddenly shells began to fall over the village, +crashing through the roofs and flinging up the ground in the +roadway. They were German shells fired by the German +gunners who had left only a few hours before. They were not +meant to kill the civilians who had been gathered at Rouy, all +the women and children and old, weak men. They were +meant to kill the British patrols, and so were lawful as an act +of war. But one could not be done without the other, and +there were civilians who were wounded in Rouy-le-Petit that +day. Weeping and wailing, they rushed down into the cellars +and took refuge there, while flights of shells followed and tore +holes in rooms and walls, and filled the village with smoke and +splinters. And that is the lawfulness of war and the horror +of war.</p> + +<p>When the enemy left he blew up all the cross-roads and +made many mine-craters along the way of his retreat. They +have scarcely checked us at all, and a tribute of praise is due +to our infantry and our labour battalions, who have been +repairing those roads with quick, untiring industry. To-day I +have met with much traffic of war, French as well as British +traffic, the men in blue marching by the men in brown through +country where both armies meet. The French soldiers were +marching with their bands and colours through the ruined +villages, and I never saw more splendid men even in the early +days of the war, when the great armies of France went forward +with a kind of religious passion and flung back the Germans +from the Marne. Our own men had no bands and no colours. +There was not the same sense of drama as they passed, but +these clean-shaven boys of ours, hardened by foul weather, by +frost, and rain-storms, and blizzard, go forward into the great +waste, which the enemy had left behind him, in their usual +matter-of-fact way, whistling a tune or two, passing a whimsical +word along the line, settling down to any old job that comes +in a day's work, and finding as much comfort as they can at +the end of a long day's march on the lee side of a shell-broken +wall.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> +<h3>III</h3> + +<h3>THE ABANDONED COUNTRY</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 24</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>After long days of tiring adventure in the wake of the German +rear-guards, following through places only just evacuated, and +tramping through the great ruin they have left behind them, +I have tried to give some idea of the tragic drama of it all, the +uncanny quietude of the abandoned country, the frightful +wreckage of towns and villages destroyed, not by shell-fire, but +by picks and axes and firebrands, the deep mine-craters blown +under roads, the broken bridges across the Somme, the crowds +of starved civilians surrounding our patrols in market squares +where they had been herded while their homes were in flames +around them, the little bodies of British troops advancing +through barbed-wire entanglements into fortress positions like +Bapaume and Péronne, and our cavalry patrols feeling their +way forward into unknown country where the enemy's rear-guards +are in hiding.</p> + +<p>That, in a few lines, is the historical picture of this strange new +phase of warfare in which we have been pushing forward during +the past two weeks. But through it all, to me, an onlooker of +these things, there has been one special theme of interest. It +is the revelation of the German way of life behind his lines—these +abundant lines—his military methods of defence and +observation and organization, and the domestic arrangements by +which he has tried to make himself comfortable in the field of +war. Along every step of the way by which he has retreated +there are relics which show us exactly how our enemies lived +and fought when they were hidden from us across No Man's +Land, and their philosophy of life in war. All that is worth a +little study.</p> + +<p>Everywhere—outside Bapaume and Péronne and Chaulnes, +and all those deserted places near the front lines—one ugly thing +stares one in the face: German barbed wire. It is heavier, +stronger stuff than ours or the French, with great cross-pieces +of iron, and he has used amazing quantities of it in deep wide +belts in three lines of defence before his trench systems, and in +all sorts of odd places, by bridges and roads and villages even<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +far behind the trenches, to prevent any sudden rush of hostile +infantry or to tear our cavalry to pieces should we break his +lines and get through. His trenches were deeply dug, and along +the whole line from which he has now retreated they are provided +with great concreted and timbered dug-outs leading into +an elaborate system of tunnelled galleries perfectly proof from +shell-fire, and similar to those which I have described often +enough in the Somme battlefields. As a builder of dug-outs +the German soldier has no equal. But in addition to these +trench systems he made behind his lines a series of strong posts +cunningly concealed and commanding a wide field of fire with +dominating observation over our side of the country.</p> + +<p>I found such a place quite by accident yesterday. My car +broke down by a little wood near Roye looking across to Damery +and Bouchoir, and the woody, wired fields which till a week ago +were No Man's Land. When I strolled into the wood I suddenly +looked down an enormous sand-pit covering an acre or so, and +saw that it was a concealed fortress of extraordinary strength +and organization—an underground citadel for a garrison of at +least 3000 men perfectly screened by the wood above. Into +the sand-banks on every side of the vast pit were built hundreds +of chambers leading deeper down into a maze of tunnels which +ran right round the central arena. Before leaving the enemy +had busied himself with an elaborate packing up, and had taken +away most of his movable property, but the "fixtures" still +remained, and a litter of mattresses stuffed with shavings, +empty wine-bottles, candles which had burnt down on the last +night in the old home, old socks and old boots and old clothes +no longer good for active service, and just the usual relics which +people leave behind when they change houses.</p> + +<p>The officers' quarters were all timbered and panelled and +papered, with glass windows and fancy curtains. They were +furnished with bedsteads looted from French houses, and with +mirrors, cabinets, washhand-stands, marble-top tables, and easy +chairs. The cross-beams of the roofs were painted with allegorical +devices and with legends such as "Gott mitt uns," +"Furchtlos und treu," "In Treue fest."</p> + +<p>Each room had an enamelled or iron stove, so that the place +must have been snug and warm, and I noticed in several of +them empty cages from which singing birds had flown when +German officers opened the doors before their own flitting.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> + +<p>The men's quarters were hardly less comfortable, and the +whole place was organized as a self-contained garrison, with +carpenters' shops and blacksmiths' sheds, and a quartermaster's +stores still crowded with bombs and aerial torpedoes—thousands +of them, which the enemy had left behind in his hurry—and +kitchens with great stoves and boilers, and a Red Cross establishment +for first aid, and concrete bath-houses with shower-baths +and cigar-racks for officers, who smoke before and after +bathing. Outside the artillery officers' headquarters was a +board painted in white letters, with the following couplet:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +Schnell und gut ist unser Schuss<br /> +Deutscher Artilleristen Gruss.<br /> +<br /> +(Quick and good is our shooting<br /> +Of the German gunners' greeting.) +</div> + +<p>Shell-craters in the open arena showed the French gunners +had returned the greeting, and that the garrison of this citadel +had done well to arrange their life mainly as a subterranean +existence. But at times when the French guns were quiet and +when the French sun was shining they had built alfresco corners +with garden seats and tables, round which enormous stacks of +wine-bottles were littered, showing, as I have seen in all these +abandoned places, the enormous quantity of drink consumed +by German officers in their lighter moments.</p> + +<p>This citadel in the wood is only one out of similar strong +points all along the lines now abandoned by the enemy. +Péronne, with Mont-St.-Quentin on its flank, and with the +Somme winding around it, and with forests of barbed wire in the +marshes below it, could be called impregnable if any place may +defy great armies. It was wonderfully fortified with great +industry and great skill for over two years, and walking into +these places now, marvelling at their strength, I can only ask +one question, which certainly the enemy will find it hard to +answer. Why has he abandoned such formidable strongholds? +It seems to me that there is only one answer. It is because they +had to go and not because they wanted to go. It was because +they have no longer the strength to hold their old line against +the growing gun-power and the growing man-power of the +British Armies, and have been compelled to attempt a new +strategy which will save their reserves and shorten their line.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p> + +<p>Behind the lines the German officers and men lived comfortably +in French billets, and organized amusements for +battalions in rest. At Bapaume they had a little theatre with +painted scenery. Two of the wings were among the few things +left in the rubbish-heaps of that poor destroyed town, burnt and +sacked by the Germans before they left, and when I went in +there with our troops some Australian soldiers propped them up +against the walls of a gutted house and inscribed upon them in +white chalk the name "Maison de la Co-ee," inviting their +comrades to walk up and see the finest show on earth. In +Nesle the Germans turned the Café de Commerce into their +casino, and played military bands, whose music did not cheer +the hearts of wan women whose children were starving.</p> + +<p>Strange fellows! Who knows what to make of them? The +French people just liberated from their rule, which was a reign +of terror in the severity of its official regulations, contradict +themselves in expressing their white-hot hatred of the German +character and their liking for the individual soldiers who were +quartered on them.</p> + +<blockquote><p>"They were kind to the children ... but they burnt our +houses."—"Karl was a nice boy. He cried when he went +away.... But he helped to smash up the neighbours' furniture +with an axe."—"The lieutenant was a good fellow ... +but he carried out the orders of destruction."</p></blockquote> + +<p>A woman told me, with a quivering rage in her voice, that a +German officer rode his horse into her room one day. Another +woman showed me the cut down her hand and arm which she had +received from a German soldier who tried to force his way into +her house at night. Other stories have been told me by women +white with passion.... Yet it is clear that, on the whole, the +Germans behaved in a kindly, disciplined way until those last +nights, when they laid waste so many villages and all that was +in them.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p> +<h3>IV</h3> + +<h3>THE CURÉ OF VOYENNES</h3> + + +<p> +<span class="smcap">March</span> 25<br /> +</p> + +<p>In the village of Voyennes, not far from Ham, and one of the +few hamlets not utterly destroyed, because the people of the +district were herded here while their own houses were being +burnt, I went into the ruins of the church. It was easy to see +how the flames had licked about its old stones, scorching them +red, and how the high oak roof had come blazing down before +the walls and pillars had given way. Everything had been +licked down by flame except one figure on an encalcined fragment +of wall. Only one hand of the Christ there had been +burned, and the body hanging on the Cross was unscathed, like +so many of those Calvaries which I have seen in shell-fired +places.</p> + +<p>But this place had not been touched by shell-fire, for it had +been far beyond the range of French or British guns; it had +been destroyed wilfully. The village around had been spared +because of the large number of people driven into it from the +neighbouring countryside, and when I called upon the priest +who lives opposite the ruin of the church, where he served God +and the people of his little parish, I heard the story of its burning.</p> + +<p>It was a queer thing to me to sit to-day in that room of the +French presbytery talking to the old Curé. Just a week before, +on Sunday, at the very hour of my visit, which was at midday, +that old church outside the window had become a blazing torch, +and this priest, who loved it, had wept tears as hot as its flames, +and in his heart was the fire of a great agony. He sat before me, +a tall old man of the aristocratic type, with a finely chiselled face, +but thin and gaunt, and as sallow as though he had been raised +from the dead. If I could put down his words as he spoke them +to me with passion in his clear, vivid French, with gestures of +those transparent hands which gave a deeper meaning to his +words, it would be a great story, revealing the agony of the +French people behind the German lines. For the story of this +village of Voyennes is just that of all the villages on the enemy's +side of the barbed wire.</p> + +<p>Here in a few little streets about an old church were the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +bodily suffering, the spiritual torture, the patient courage, the +fight against despair, the brooding but hidden fears, which have +been the life over a great tract of France since August 1914. +"For a year," said M. le Curé Caron, "my people here have had +not a morsel of meat and not a drop of wine, and only bad water +in which the Germans put their filth. They gave us bread +which was disgusting, and bad haricots and potatoes, and potatoes +and haricots, and not enough even, so that the children +became wan and the women weak. The American people sent +us some food-stuffs, but the Germans took the best of them, and +in any case we were always hungry. But those things do not +matter, those physical things. It was the suffering of the +spirit that mattered, and, monsieur, we suffered mentally so +much that it almost destroyed our intelligence, it almost made +us silly, so that even now we can hardly think or reason, for you +will understand what it meant to us French people. We were +slaves after the Germans came in and settled down upon us, and +said, 'We are at home; all here is ours.' They ordered our +men to work, and punished them with prison for any slight +fault. They were the masters of our women, they put our young +girls among their soldiers, they set themselves out deliberately +at first to crush our spirit, to beat us by terror, to subdue us to +their will by an iron rule. They failed, and they were astonished. +'We cannot understand you people,' they said; +'you are so proud, your women are so proud.' And that was +true, sir. Some women, not worthy of the name of French +women, were weak—it was inevitable, alas!—but for the most +part they raised their heads and said, 'We are French, we will +never give in to you, not after one year, nor two years, nor three +years, nor four years.'</p> + +<blockquote><p>"The Germans asked constantly, 'When do you think the +war will end?' We answered, 'Perhaps in five years, but in +the end we will smash you,' and this made them very angry, so +our people went about with their heads up, scornful, refusing to +complain against any severity or any hardship.</p> + +<p>"Secretly among ourselves it was different. We could get +no news for months except lies. We knew nothing of what was +happening. Starvation crept closer upon us. We were surrounded +by the fires of hell. As you see, we are in the outer +section of the great Somme battle line, and very close to it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +For fifty hours at a time the roar of guns swept round us week +after week, and month after month, and the sky blazed around +us. We were afraid of the temper of the German officers +after the defeat on the Marne, and after the battles of the Somme +Germany was like a wounded tiger, fierce, desperate, cruel. +Secretly, though our people kept brave faces, they feared what +would happen if the Germans were forced to retreat. At last +that happened, and after all we had endured the days of terror +were hard to bear. From all the villages around, one by one, +people were driven out, young women and men as old as sixty +were taken away to work for Germany, and an orderly destruction +began, which ended with the cutting down of our orchards +and ruin everywhere. The Commandant before that was a +good man and a gentleman, afraid of God and his conscience. +He said, 'I do not approve of these things. The world will +have a right to call us barbarians.' He asked for forgiveness +because he had to obey orders, and I gave it him. An order +came to take away all the bells of the churches and all the metalwork. +I had already put my church bells in a loft, and I showed +them to him, and said, 'There they are.' He was very sorry. +This man was the only good German officer I have met, and it +was because he had been fifteen years in America and had +married an American wife and escaped from the spell of his +country's philosophy. Then he went away. Last Sunday, +a week ago, at this very hour when the people were all in their +houses under strict orders, and already the country was on fire +with burning villages, a group of soldiers came outside there +with cans of petroleum, which they put into the church. Then +they set fire to it, and watched my church burn in a great bonfire. +At this very hour a week ago I watched it burn.... That +night the Germans went away through Voyennes, and early in +the morning, up in my attic, looking through a pair of glasses I +saw four horsemen ride in. They were English soldiers, and our +people rushed out to them. Soon afterwards came some +Chasseurs d'Afrique, and the Colonel gave me the news of the +outer world to which we now belong after our years of isolation +and misery. Our agony had ended.... The Germans know +they were beaten, monsieur; a Commandant of Ham said, +'We are lost.' After the battles of the Somme the men groaned +and wept when they were sent off to the Front. 'God,' they +cried, 'the horror of the French and English gun-fire; O<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +Christ, save us!' During the battles of the Somme the wounded +poured back, a thousand or more a day, and Ham was one great +hospital of bleeding flesh. The German soldiers have bad food +and not enough of it, and their people are starving as we +starved. The German officers behaved to their men with their +usual brutality. I have seen them beat the soldiers about the +head while those men stood at attention, not daring to say a +word, but as soon as the officers are out of the way, the men say, +'We will cut those fellows' throats after the war. We have +been deceived! After the war we will make them pay.'"</p></blockquote> + +<p>So the Curé talked to me, and I have only given a few of his +words, but what I have given is enough.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>V</h3> + +<h3>THE CHÂTEAU OF LIANCOURT</h3> + + +<p> +<span class="smcap">March</span> 28<br /> +</p> + +<p>Day by day our soldiers push farther forward across the country +which the Germans have laid waste, so that even when peace +comes there will be no dwelling-places where there were once fine +châteaux of France, and thriving little towns and hamlets +clustering about old farmsteads, and great barns; nor any +orchards, where for miles there was white blossom in the +Aprils of many centuries, and ruddy fruit in all the autumns of +the past.</p> + +<p>These men of ours take all this desolation in a matter-of-fact +way, as they take everything in this war, and pass almost +without thought scenes more than usually fantastic in piled +ruins, and it is only by some such phrase or two as "Did you +ever see the like?" or "They've made a pretty mess of that!" +that they express their astonishment in this wide belt of death +which the enemy has left along his tracks. Secretly I think +some of them are stirred with a sense of the sinister drama of it +all, and are a little staggered by a ruthlessness of war beyond +even their own earlier experience, which covers the battle of the +Somme. All this is something new, something which seems +unnecessary, something more devilish, and our men go poking +about among the burnt houses and into the German underground +defences searching among the rubbish and examining<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +the relics of the old life there, as though to discover the secret +of the men who have gone away, the secret of "Old Fritz" +their enemy.</p> + +<p>Sometimes they find messages written to them by the enemy +in good English, but with dark meanings. In one German +dug-out the other day an officer of ours found a note scribbled +on the table.</p> + +<blockquote><p>"We are going away, Tommy dear, and leave some empty +bottles of Rhein wine. It is the best wine in the world. Take +care it is not the best for you."</p> + +<p>"When are they coming?" was another note. "Enlist at +once, Tommy my boy."</p></blockquote> + +<p>But those things do not explain. It is difficult to find any +clue to the character of these German soldiers, who have left +behind them proofs of wonderful labour and skill, and proofs of +great sentiment and religious piety, and proofs of an ordered +cruelty worse than anything seen in France since barbarous +days. How can one explain?</p> + +<p>Yesterday I went to a village called Liancourt. There is a +big château there. Even now at a little distance it seems a +place of old romance, with a strong, round tower and high peaked +roofs, and great wings of dark old brick. In such a place Henri +IV lived. It was centuries old when the Revolution made its +heraldic shields meaningless, but until a year or two ago its +walls were still hung with tapestries, and its halls were +filled with Empire furniture, and its great vaulted cellars +with wine. When the Germans came they made it a hospital +for their wounded—their Red Cross is still painted on one of the +sloping roofs—and though it was far behind their lines, surrounded +it with barbed wire which is now red with rust, and +built enormous dug-outs in its grounds in case French guns +should ever come near. When the Germans went a few days +ago they left but an empty shell. They stripped the walls of +panelling and tapestry, they took all the clocks and pictures and +furniture and carpets, and I wandered yesterday through scores +of rooms empty of everything so that my footsteps echoed in +them. The Château of Liancourt had been looted from attic to +cellar. But quite close to the château the Germans have left +the bodies of many of their soldiers, as all over this country, by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +roadsides and in fields, there are the graves of German dead. +Here there was one of their cemeteries, strongly walled with +heavy blocks of stone, each grave with its big wooden headpiece, +with a stone chapel built for the burial service, and with a +"Denkmal," or monument, in the centre of all these dead. It +was a memorial put up by Hessian troops in July 1915 to the +honour of men taken on the field of honour.</p> + +<p>In this graveyard one sees the deep respect paid by the Germans +to the dead—French dead as well as German dead.... +But just a hundred yards away is another graveyard. It is the +cemetery of the little church in the grounds of the château, and +is full of vaults and tombs where lay the dust of French citizens, +men, women, and children, who died before the horror of this +war.</p> + +<p>The vaults had been opened by pickaxes. The tombstones +were split across and graves exposed. Into these little houses of +the dead—a young girl had lain in one of them—rubbish had +been flung. From one vault the coffin had been taken +away.... The church had been a little gem, with a tall, +pointed spire. Not by shell-fire, but by an explosive charge +placed there the day before the Germans went away the spire had +been flung down and one end of the church blown clean away. +The face of its clock lay upon the rubbish-heap. The sanctuary +had been opened and the reliquaries smashed. The statues of +the saints had been overturned, and the vestments of the priest +trampled and torn.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>I went into the village of Crémery not far away. Here also +the graves had been opened in the churchyard, and in the church +the relics of saints had been looted—a queer kind of loot for +German homes—and in the sacristy fine old books of prayer and +music lay tattered on the floor.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>I went again yesterday to the great area of destroyed villages +which the enemy left behind him on his retreat to St.-Quentin, +and from Holnon Wood, which our cavalry were the first to +enter a few weeks ago, looked across the open country between +our outposts and that old city whose cathedral rises as a grey +mass above the last ridge, so near and so clear when the sunlight +falls upon it that our men can see the tracery of the +windows. It still stands unbroken and beautiful, though +houses have been destroyed around it to clear the enemy's field<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span> +of fire. German officers use its towers as observation-posts, +and can see every movement of our men in the fields below.</p> + +<blockquote><p>"They snipe us with five-point-nines," said a young officer, +smoking a cigarette, with his back to a broken wall in a heap +of ruins. "They scatter 'em about on the off-chance of hitting +some one, and you never can tell where they are likely to drop."</p></blockquote> + +<p>Some of them came whirring across to the Holnon Wood +and down into the village of Francilly as I stood looking across +to Savy Wood, but not close enough to hurt any one. It is +the queerest thing to be in this part of our Front. Go a little +too far down a road, mistake one village for another—and it +is quite easy, for they all look alike in ruin—and if you are an +absent-minded man you can get into the enemy's lines without +realizing your danger. Yesterday only occasional shell-bursts +and short spasms of machine-gun fire from the edge of Savy +Wood came to prove that here masses of men are watching out +to kill each other. Pigeons cooed in the woods. The ground +at my feet was spangled with anemones, and the sunlight +chased shadows across the fields of spring below the city, where +soon the streets may be noisy with battle. Our men, living +amidst ruin this side of St.-Quentin, have settled down to this +life of open warfare as though they had known nothing else. +Whether the tragedy of it all sinks into them I do not know, +but they whistle music-hall tunes in the vast rubbish-heaps +which were once old châteaux of France, and sleep and stack +their rifles in ancient crypts among the coffins of French +aristocrats who died before, or just a little after, the French +Revolution, and find shelter from wind and rain in poor little +sacristies filled with statues of saints adjoining churches +wrecked by explosive charges before the German soldiers went +their way.</p> + +<p>One sees the strangest contrasts of life and death in all this +countryside, as when yesterday I came across a Highlander +playing his pipes in a wild and merry way on an avalanche +of old red bricks which once formed part of the mansion of +Caulaincourt, with many terraces lined with white statues of +Greek goddesses now lying maimed and mutilated among the +great rubbish-heaps.</p> + +<p>By the roadside on my way I saw some English soldiers +resting, and close to them was a marble tablet stuck up in a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +heap of earth. I read the words carved on the stone, and it +told me that here was the heart of Anne-Joséphine Barandier, +Marquise de Caulaincourt, who died in Paris on January 17, +1830.</p> + +<p>Poor dead heart of Madame la Marquise! In a vault near +by all the tablets of her family had been smashed, and the +coffins laid bare, but there was no little niche to show where +the lady's heart had been.</p> + +<p>Outside in the churchyard there was a great tomb to the +memory of the French soldiers who fell in 1871, and next to +them the graves of German soldiers killed in this war, and a +wooden cross to Second Lieutenant Nixon, of the Royal Flying +Corps, killed here behind the German lines on July 19, 1915.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VI</h3> + +<h3>THE OLD WOMEN OF TINCOURT</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 29</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>One scene on the roadside of war will remain sharp in my +memory among all these scenes in the wilderness which the +Germans have made behind them, through which I have been +passing. It is because of the courage of old women who sat +there on the way.</p> + +<p>It was beyond Péronne, and through the open country where +our cavalry patrols are working, and in the village of Tincourt. +Up beyond Lagnicourt the guns yesterday were firing heavily, +and sharp gusts of wind blew forward the noise of a greater and +farther bombardment, deep and low. Quite close, the village +of Roisel, taken by our troops the day before, was still smouldering, +and all around for miles was the long black trail of +war with hundreds of villages and farmsteads laid low by fire +and dynamite before the Germans left them in retreat. But +in Tincourt only the outer streets and the neighbouring, +separate buildings had been destroyed. The main part of the +village was still standing, though the enemy had shelled it a +little the day before. When I came into it I saw that it was +one of the few places left by the Germans, because it was a +concentration camp of civilians driven in from other villages +while they were being smashed.</p> + +<p>The people were gathered about the roadway, about two<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +hundred of them, sitting or standing among piles of bundles, +like refugees in the old days of the war. There were many old, +old women among them in black dresses and bonnets, and a +group of young girls, of fifteen or so, and small boys and children +in arms. They were looking down the road anxiously, and I +found that they were waiting for British lorries and ambulances +to take them away to safer country, beyond the reach of +German shell-fire. They were people who had just been +liberated from hostile rule. The grey tide of the German army +had swept back from them, and they found themselves once +again free people of France, with news of France, and of the +world on the other side of the trenches and the wire which for +two years and a half had shut them in with the enemy.</p> + +<p>I spoke with the old women, these brave old grandmothers +who were sitting homeless and houseless on their bundles in +the midst of a ruined countryside, within reach of the guns. +They were not weeping but smiling. They were not afraid +but scornful of the perils through which they had passed.</p> + +<p>They were thin because they had stinted for their grandchildren, +and they had suffered great misery, but they held +their old grey heads high, and said, "For our sons' sake we +endured all things."</p> + +<p>They are the grandmothers of the babes who know nothing +of all this war, and one day will be told, and the mothers of +men who have fought and died, and who fight and die with +supreme self-sacrifice in the shambles of this war. They are +women worthy of hero sons, themselves heroic. They were +not passionate against the enemy, only contemptuous of him, +and of his rule of them. They liked some of the German +soldiers and made no accusations of individual brutality, but +cursed the spirit which had laid waste their villages, and +destroyed their houses and orchards, and taken away their +young girls and all men to the age of fifty. They spoke with +the dispassionate eloquence of people who have been in earthquakes +and shipwrecks and tornadoes. German cruelty was +natural, inevitable, and unarguable, and the soldiers who had +done these things were the slaves of the fate which ordained +their acts.</p> + +<blockquote><p>"I was taken to Roisel from my own village farther back," +said one old lady. "They burnt my house and my neighbours' +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>houses and drove us forward. Roisel was all in flames when +we passed through. The fires came out of the houses, and the +heat of them scorched us. Then we came to Tincourt, and +yesterday they shelled us. The little ones were afraid. Our +young girls were weeping and full of terror.</p> + +<p>"You will understand that it is hard to see one's village +destroyed, and to see one's sisters taken away, and not to +know what is to happen next. For us old women it was not +so bad. We are too old to weep, having wept too much. We +thought of our sons who have died for France. We showed +our scorn for the enemy by hiding our fear."</p> + +<p>"They know they are beaten," said the old ladies. "They +ask always for peace. They are afraid of the punishment +which God holds in store for them for all this wickedness."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said one of the old women, "they will be punished. +What we have suffered they will suffer. All this"—she thrust +up a skinny hand towards the ruined land behind her—"must +be paid for."</p> + +<p>"It is William who will pay," said another old woman, +"with his head."</p></blockquote> + +<p>It was like the talk of the Greek Fates, the three old women +who held the thread and spun the thread and snipped the +thread—this talk of the old women of Tincourt, so passionless, +so hard, so fair, so certain. But I marvelled at their courage, +sitting there on their bundles, after tramping away from their +blazing homesteads, waiting for British lorries to take them +away from a place which, even then, was registered by German +guns, with the young girls, and the babies who were born under +hostile rule.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VII</h3> + +<h3>THE AGONY OF WAR</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">March 31</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>I am moved to write again of the old men and women and of +the young women and children who have been liberated by our +advance, because I have just been among these people again, +seeing their tears, hearing their pitiful tales, touched by hands +which plucked my sleeve so that I should listen to another +story of outrage and misery.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p> + +<p>All they told me, and all I have seen, builds up into a great +tragedy. These young girls, who wept before me, shaken by +the terror of their remembrance, these old brave men, who +cried like children, these old women who did not weep but +spoke with strange, smiling eyes as to life's great ironies, +revealed to me in a fuller way the enormous agony of life +behind the German lines now shifted back a little so that these +people have escaped. It is an agony which includes the +German soldiers, themselves enslaved, wretched, disillusionized +men, under the great doom which has killed so many of their +brothers, ordered to do the things many of them loathe to do, +brutal by order even when they have gentle instincts, doing +kind things by stealth, afraid of punishment for charity, +stricken both by fear and hunger.</p> + +<blockquote><p>"Why do you go?" they were asked by one of the women +who have been speaking to me.</p> + +<p>"Because we hope to escape the new British attacks," they +answered. "The English gun-fire smashed us to death on the +Somme. The officers know we cannot stand that horror a +second time."</p></blockquote> + +<p>They spoke as men horribly afraid.</p> + +<blockquote><p>"I was the bailiff of Mme. la Marquise de Caulaincourt," said +an elderly man, taking off his peaked cap to show me a coronet +on the badge. "When the Germans came first to our village +they seized all the tools, and all the farm-carts, and all the +harvesting, and then they forced us all to work for them, the +men at three sous an hour, the women at two sous an hour, and +prison for any who refused to work. From the château they +sent back the tapestries, the pictures, and anything which +pleased this Commandant or that, until there was nothing left. +Then in the last days they burnt the château to the ground +and all the village and all the orchards."</p> + +<p>"It was the same always," said a woman. "There were +processions of carts covered with linen, and underneath the +linen was the furniture stolen from good houses."</p> + +<p>"Fourteen days ago," said an old man who had tears in his +eyes as he spoke, "I passed the night in the cemetery of +Vraignes. There were one thousand and fifteen of us people +from neighbouring villages, some in the church and some in +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>the cemetery. They searched us there and took all our money. +Some of the women were stripped and searched. In the +cemetery it was a cold night and dark, but all around the sky +was flaming with the fire of our villages—Pœuilly, Bouvincourt, +Marteville, Trefçon, Monchy, Bernes, Hancourt, and many +more. The people with me wept and cried out loud to see +their dear places burning and all this hell. Terrible explosions +came to our ears. There were mines everywhere under the +roads. Then Vraignes was set on fire and burnt around us, +and we were stricken with a great terror. Next day the +English came when the last Uhlans had left. 'The English!' +we shouted, and ran forward to meet them, stumbling, with +outstretched hands. Soon shells began to fall in Vraignes. +The enemy was firing upon us, and some of the shells fell very +close to a barn quite full of women and children. 'Come +away,' said your English soldiers, and we fled farther."</p></blockquote> + +<p>Russian prisoners were brought to work behind the lines, +and some French prisoners. They were so badly fed that they +were too weak to work.</p> + +<p>"Poor devils!" said a young Frenchwoman. "It made my +heart ache to see them."</p> + +<p>She watched a French prisoner one day through her window. +He was so faint that he staggered and dropped his pick. A +German sentry knocked him down with a violent blow on the +ear. The young Frenchwoman opened the window, and the +blood rushed to her head.</p> + +<p>"Sale bête!" she cried to the German sentry.</p> + +<p>He spoke French and understood, and came under the +window.</p> + +<p>"'Sale bête'? ... For those words you shall go to prison, +madame."</p> + +<p>She repeated the words, and called him a monster, and at +last the man spoke in a shamed way and said:</p> + +<p>"Que voulez-vous? C'est la guerre. C'est cruelle, la +guerre!"</p> + +<p>This man had kinder comrades. Pitying the Russian +prisoners, they gave them stealthily a little brandy and cigarettes, +and some who were caught did two hours' extra drill +each day for a fortnight.</p> + +<p>"My three sisters were taken away when the Germans left," +said a young girl. She spoke her sisters' names, Yvonne,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span> +Juliette, and Madeleine, and said they were eighteen and +twenty-two and twenty-seven, and then, turning away from +me, wept very bitterly.</p> + +<p>"They are my daughters," said a middle-aged woman. +"When they were taken away I went a little mad. My pretty +girls! And all our neighbours' daughters have gone, up from +sixteen years of age, and all the men-folk up to fifty. They +have gone to slavery, and for the girls it is a great peril. How +can they escape?"</p> + +<p>How can one write of these things? For the women it was +always worst. Many of them had surpassing courage, but +some were weak and some were bad. The bad women preyed +on the others in a way so vile that it seems incredible. There +was no distinction of class or sex in the forced labour of the +harvest-fields, and delicate women of good families were forced +to labour on the soil with girls strong and used to this toil. +There were many who died of weakness and pneumonia and +under-feeding.</p> + +<p>"Are you not afraid of being called barbarians for ever?" +asked a woman of a German officer who had not been brutal, +but, like others, had tried to soften the hardships of the people.</p> + +<p>"Madame," he said very gravely, "we act under the orders +of people greater than ourselves, and we are bound to obey, +because otherwise we should be shot. But we hate the cruelty +of war, and we hate those who have made it. One day we will +make them pay for the vile things we have had to do."</p> + +<p>What strange little dramas, what tragic stories I have heard +in these recent days! I have told the tale of one old priest. +Here is the tale of another, as he told it to me in the midst of +ruin.</p> + +<p>He is the Abbé Barbe, of Muille, near Ham. In the neighbourhood +was an enemy, too, a Frenchman, who was once a +Christian brother, and now, unfrocked, a drunkard and a +debauchee. He accused the abbé of having a telephone in his +cellar from which he sent messages to Paris about German +military secrets. One night there came a bang at the door of +the abbé's study. Five soldiers entered with fixed bayonets +and arrested the old priest. He was taken to the fortress of +Ham and put into a dark cell with one small iron grating and +a plank bed. Here he was interrogated by a German officer, +who told him of the grave accusation against him.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Search my cellars," said the abbé. "If there is a telephone +there, shoot me as a spy. If not, set me free, after your +court martial."</p> + +<p>There was no court martial. After four days in the darkness +the abbé was taken away by German soldiers and set down, not +at Muille, but at Voyennes, ten kilometres or so away, and +forbidden to go back to his village or his church. He went +back a few days ago, when the Germans left. When he went +into his house he found that it had been sacked. All the rare +old books in his library had been burnt. There was nothing +left to him.</p> + +<p>"Sir," said a sister of charity, "these people whom you see +here were brave but tortured in spirit and in body. Beyond +the German lines they have lived in continual fear and servitude. +The tales which they have told us must make the good God +weep at the wickedness of his creatures. There will be a +special place in hell, perhaps, for the Emperor William and his +gang of bandits."</p> + +<p>She spoke the words as a pious aspiration, this little pale +woman with meek and kindly eyes, in her nun's dress.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VIII</h3> + +<h3>CAVALRY IN ACTION</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 2</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Our troops have advanced since yesterday on to a line of high +ground overlooking St.-Quentin and sweeping in a curve round +the wood of Holnon, which is the last strong point between us +and the trenches immediately before the cathedral city. This +morning our outposts were in Bihucourt and Villecholles, and +advancing to Maissemy, thereby holding all the roads except +one on the western side of the Hindenburg-Siegfried line +between Péronne and St.-Quentin. Our enemy is shelling the +villages from which he has lately retired with long-range guns, +and we are now drawing very close to his new line of trenches +and fixed positions.</p> + +<p>Northwards of Péronne and east of Bapaume our troops have +taken Doignies, above the forest of Havrincourt, and hold +Neuville and Ruyaulcourt to the south of it, so that this great +wood is encircled like that of Holnon; and the enemy must<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +escape quickly from the shelter of the trees or be trapped +there.</p> + +<p>Northwards again, above Bapaume, we have made to-day a +heavy and successful attack south-east of Croisilles, where a +few days ago there was sharp fighting and several German +counter-attacks, because the position threatens that sector of +the Hindenburg line which is immediately behind the village +striking down at an angle south-eastwards in front of Quéant, +from which we are three miles distant. Two small villages +below Croisilles, named Longatte and Ecoust-St.-Mien, have +also fallen to us.</p> + +<p>Our attack to-day was preceded by great gun-fire, and the +enemy has defended himself with desperate courage, acting +upon Hindenburg's orders that the position must be held at +all costs. We have brought back over a hundred prisoners, +and have inflicted great losses upon the garrison.</p> + +<p>One of the most interesting and extraordinary features in all +the fighting east of Bapaume has been the work of our cavalry +squadrons in reconnaissance and attack. I confess that, after +two and a half years of trench warfare, I was utterly sceptical +of the value of mounted troops, in spite of the little stunt (as +they called it) south of High Wood, after we took the Bazentins +and Longueval in July of last year, when the Royal Dragoons +and Deccan Horse rode out and brought back prisoners. +Conditions have changed since then by a great transformation +scene, owing to the enemy's abandonment of his old fortress +positions on the Somme under our frightful onslaught of gun-fire. +The country into which we have now gone is beyond the +great wide belt of shell-craters, which made the battlefields of +the Somme a wild quagmire of deep pits and ponds. The roads +between the ruined villages are wonderfully smooth and good +where they have not been mined, and the fields are as nature +and French husbandry left them after last year's harvest. +Then there has been a glorious absence of heavy shell-fire while +the enemy has been drawing back his guns to emplacements +behind the Hindenburg line; and this to cavalry, as well as +to infantry, makes all the difference between heaven and hell. +So the cavalry has had its chance again after the old far-off +days when they rode up the Mont des Cats and chased Uhlans +through Meteren, and scouted along the Messines Ridge in the +autumn of 1914.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p> + +<p>There have been no great sensational episodes, no shock of +lance against lance in dense masses, no cutting up of rear-guards +nor slashing into a routed army, but there has been a great +deal of good scouting work during the past three weeks. Eight +villages have been taken by the Canadian cavalry under +General Seely, and they have captured a number of prisoners +and machine-guns. They have liked their hunting. I have +seen the Indian cavalry riding across the fields with their lances +high, and it was a great sight, and as strange as an Arabian +Nights tale in this land of France, to see those streams of brown-bearded +men, as handsome as fairy-book princes, with the +wind blowing their khaki turbans.</p> + +<p>Night after night our cavalry have gone out in patrols, the +leader ahead and alone; two men following; behind them a +small body keeping in touch. They ride silently like shadows, +with no clatter of stirrup or chink of bit. They find the gaps +in the enemy's wire, creep close to his infantry outposts, ride +very deftly into the charred ruins of abandoned villages, and +come back with their news of the enemy's whereabouts. A +week ago one of their patrols went into the Forest of Holnon, +which is still held by the enemy, and listened to Germans +talking. Our men were undiscovered. They took the villages +by sweeping round on both sides in a great gallop, with their +lances down, and the enemy fled at the first sight of them.</p> + +<p>When the cavalry charged at Equancourt, a body of British +infantry, who had come on to the ground six hours earlier than +they need have done, in order (as they said) not to miss the +show, cheered them on with the wildest enthusiasm.</p> + +<p>"Look at those beggars," shouted one man as the cavalry +swept past; "that's the way to take a village. No blighted +bombs for them, and hell for leather all the way!"</p> + +<p>It was a difficult operation, this taking of Equancourt, and +was carried out in the best cavalry style according to the old +traditions. The village and a little wood in the front of it were +held by Germans with machine-guns, and another village to +the right named Sorel was defended in the same way, and +commanded the field of fire before Equancourt. The cavalry +had two spurs of ground in front of them divided by two +narrow gullies, or re-entrants. One gully ran straight to the +village of Equancourt, but was directly in front of the German +machine-gun emplacements. The other gully was to the right,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +and it was through this that the cavalry rode, sweeping round +in a curve to Equancourt. Before their charge of two parties, +a third party was posted on the left on rising ground, and +swept the wood below Equancourt with machine-gun fire, and +a smaller body of cavalry to the right occupied the attention +of the enemy in Sorel in the same way. Then the two attacking +parties were launched, and rode hard at a pace of twenty-three +miles an hour.</p> + +<p>The enemy did not stand. After a few bursts of machine-gun +fire, which only hit a few of our mounted men, they fled +behind the shelter of a railway embankment beyond the +village, and most of them escaped.</p> + +<p>All this is an interlude between greater and grimmer things. +We have not yet come to the period of real open warfare, but +have only passed over a wide belt of No Man's Land: and +the fantasy of cavalry skirmishes and wandering Germans +and civilians greeting us with outstretched hands from +ruined villages will soon be closed by the wire and walls of the +Hindenburg line, where once again the old fortress and siege +warfare will begin, unless we have the luck to turn it or break +through before the Siegfried divisions have finished their fortifications.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PART_III" id="PART_III"></a>PART III</h2> + +<h2>THE BATTLE OF ARRAS</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>I</h3> + +<h3>ARRAS AND THE VIMY RIDGE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 9</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>To-day at dawn our armies began a battle which, if Fate +has any kindness for the world, may be the beginning of the +last great battles of the war. Our troops attacked on a wide +front including the Vimy Ridge—that grim hill which dominates +the plain of Douai and the coalfields of Lens—and the +German positions around Arras. In spite of bad fortune in +the weather at the beginning of the day, so bad that there +was no visibility for the airmen, and our men had to struggle +forward in a heavy rain-storm, the first attacks have been +successful, and the enemy has lost much ground, falling back +in retreat to strong rear-guard lines where he is now fighting +desperately.</p> + +<p>The line of our attack covers a front of some twelve miles +southwards from Givenchy-en-Gohelle, and is a sledge-hammer +blow threatening to break the northern end of the Hindenburg +line, already menaced round St.-Quentin. As soon as the +enemy was forced to retreat from the country east of Bapaume +and Péronne, in order to escape a decisive blow on that line, +he hurried up divisions and guns northwards to counter our +attack there, while he prepared a new line of defence known +as the Wotan line, as the southern part of the Hindenburg +line, which joins it, is known as the Siegfried position, after +two great heroes of old German mythology. He hoped to +escape there before our new attack was ready, but we +have been too quick for him, and his own plans were +frustrated. So to-day began another titanic conflict which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +the world will hold its breath to watch, because of all that +hangs upon it.</p> + +<p>I have seen the fury of this beginning, and all the sky on +fire with it, the most tragic and frightful sight that men have +ever seen, with an infernal splendour beyond words to tell. +The bombardment which went before the infantry assault +lasted for several days, and reached a great height yesterday, +when coming from the south I saw it for the first time. I +went up in darkness long before light broke to-day to watch +the opening of the battle. It was very cold, with a sharp wind +blowing from the south-east and rain-squalls. The roads were +quiet until I drew near to Arras, and then onwards there was +the traffic of marching men going up to the fighting-lines, and +of their transport columns, and of many ambulances. In +darkness there were hundreds of little red lights, the glow of +cigarette ends. Every now and then one of the men would +strike a match, holding it in the hollow of his hands and bending +his head to it, so that his face was illumined—one of our +English faces, clear-cut and strong. The wind blew sparks +from cigarette ends like fireflies. Outside one camp a battalion +was marching away, a regiment of shadow-forms, and on the +bank above them the band was playing them out with fifes +and drums, such a merry little tune, so whimsical and yet so +sad also in the heart of it, as it came trilling out of darkness. +On each side of me as I passed by men were deeply massed, +and they were whistling and singing and calling out to each +other. Away before them were the fires of death, to which +they were going very steadily, with a tune on their lips, carrying +their rifles and shovels and iron rations, while the rain played +a tattoo on their steel hats.</p> + +<p>I went to a place a little outside Arras on the west side. It +was not quite dark, because there was a kind of suffused light +from the hidden moon, so that I could see the black mass of +the cathedral city, the storm-centre of this battle, and away +behind me to the left the tall, broken towers of Mont-St.-Eloi, +white and ghostly looking, across to the Vimy Ridge. The +bombardment was now in full blast. It was a beautiful and +devilish thing, and the beauty of it and not the evil of it put +a spell upon one's senses. All our batteries, too many to +count, were firing, and thousands of gun-flashes were winking +and blinking from the hollows and hiding-places, and all their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +shells were rushing through the sky as though flocks of +great birds were in flight, and all were bursting over German +positions, with long flames which rent the darkness and waved +sword-blades of quivering light along the ridges. The earth +opened, and pools of red fire gushed out. Star-shells burst +magnificently, pouring down golden rain. Mines exploded east +and west of Arras, and in a wide sweep from Vimy Ridge to +Blangy southwards, and voluminous clouds, all bright with a +glory of infernal fire, rolled up to the sky. The wind blew +strongly across, beating back the noise of guns, but the air was +all filled with the deep roar and the slamming knocks of single +heavies and the drum-fire of field-guns.</p> + +<p>The first attack was at 5.30. Officers were looking at their +wrist-watches as on a day in July last year. The earth +lightened. In rank grass, looking white and old, scrubs of +barbed wire were black on it. A few minutes before 5.30 +the guns almost ceased fire, so that there was a strange, solemn +hush. We waited, and pulses beat faster than second-hands. +"They're away," said a voice by my side. The bombardment +broke out again with new and enormous effects of fire and +sound. The enemy was shelling Arras heavily, and black +shrapnel and high explosives came over from his lines. But +our gun-fire was twenty times as great. Around the whole +sweep of his lines green lights rose. They were signals of +distress, and his men were calling for help. It was dawn now, +but clouded and storm-swept. A few airmen came out with the +wind tearing at their wings, but they could see nothing in the +mist and driven rain. I went down to the outer ramparts of +Arras. The eastern suburb of Blangy was already in our +hands. On the higher ground beyond our men were fighting +forward. I saw two waves of infantry advancing against the +enemy's trenches, preceded by our barrage of field-guns. They +went in a slow, leisurely way, not hurried, though the enemy's +shrapnel was searching for them.</p> + +<p>"Grand fellows," said an officer lying next to me on the wet +slope. "Oh, topping!"</p> + +<p>Fifteen minutes afterwards groups of men came back. They +were British wounded and German prisoners. They were met +on the roadside by medical officers, who patched them up +there and then before they were taken to the field-hospitals in +ambulances. From these men, hit by shrapnel and machine-gun<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> +bullets, I heard the first news of progress. They were +bloody and exhausted, but claimed success.</p> + +<p>"We did fine," said one of them. "We were through the +fourth lines before I was knocked out."</p> + +<p>"Not many Germans in the first trenches," said another, +"and no real trenches either, after our shelling. We had +knocked their dug-outs out, and their dead were lying thick, +and living ones put their hands up."</p> + +<p>There were Tanks in action. Some of the men had seen +them crawling forward over the open country, and then had +lost sight of them. In the night the enemy had withdrawn all +but his rear-guard posts to the trenches farther back, where he +resisted fiercely with incessant machine-gun fire. The enemy's +trench system south of Arras was enormously strong, but our +bombardment had pounded it, and our men went through to +the reserve support trench, and then on to the chain of posts +in front of the Hangest Trench, which was strongly held, and +after heavy fighting with bombs and bayonets to the Observatory +Ridge, from which for two years and a half the enemy +has looked down, directing the fire of his batteries against the +French and British positions. Our storm troops in this part of +the line were all men of the old English county regiments—Norfolks, +Suffolks, Essex, Berkshires, Sussex, Middlesex, +Queen's, Buffs, and Royal West Kents of the 12th Division. +There was fierce fighting in Tilloy, to the south of Arras, by the +Suffolks, Shropshire Light Infantry, and Royal Welsh Fusiliers +of the 3rd Division, and afterwards they were held up by +machine-gun fire from two formidable positions called the +"Harp" and "Telegraph Hill," the former being a fortress of +trenches shaped like an Irish harp, the latter rising to a high +mound. These were taken by English troops and the Scots of +the 15th Division, with the help of Tanks, which advanced +upon them in their leisurely way, climbed up banks and over +parapets, sitting for a while to rest and then waddling forward +again, shaking machine-gun bullets from steel flanks, and pouring +deadly fire into the enemy's positions, and so mastering the +ground.</p> + +<p>North of the Scarpe (north-east of Arras) the whole system +of trenches was taken; and north again, along the Vimy Ridge, +the Canadians and Highlanders of the 51st Division achieved +a heroic success by gaining this high dominating ground,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> +which was the scene of some of the fiercest French battles in +the first part of the war, and which is a great wall defending +Douai. It was reckoned up to noon to-day that over 3000 +prisoners had been taken. They are streaming down to +prisoners' camps, and to our men who pass them on the roads +they are the best proofs of a victorious day.</p> + +<p>Those of us who knew what would happen to-day—the +beginning of another series of battles greater perhaps than the +struggle of the Somme—found ourselves yesterday filled with a +tense, restless emotion. Some of us smiled with a kind of tragic +irony, because it was Easter Sunday. In little villages behind +the battle lines the bells of French churches were ringing gladly +because the Lord had risen; and on the altar steps priests were +reciting the old words of faith, "Resurrexi et adhuc tecum sum! +Alleluia!" The earth was glad yesterday. For the first time +this year the sun had a touch of warmth in it—though patches +of snow still staved white under the shelter of the banks—and +the sky was blue, and the light glinted on wet tree-trunks and +in the furrows of the new-ploughed earth. As I went up the +road to the battle lines I passed a battalion of our men—the +men who are fighting to-day—standing in a hollow square with +bowed heads, while the chaplain conducted the Easter service. +It was Easter Sunday, but no truce of God. I went to a field +outside Arras, and looked into the ruins of the cathedral city. +The cathedral itself stood clear in the sunlight, with a deep +black shadow where its roof and aisles had been. Beyond was a +ragged pinnacle of stone—the once glorious town hall and a +French barracks—and all the broken streets going out to the +Cambrai road. It was hell in Arras, though Easter Sunday. +The enemy was flinging high explosives into the city, and clouds +of shrapnel burst above, black and green. All around the +country too, his shells were exploding in a scattered, aimless +way, and from our side there was a heavy bombardment all +along the Vimy Ridge, above Neuville-St.-Vaast, and sweeping +round above St.-Nicholas and Blangy, two suburbs of Arras, +and then south-west of the city on the ridge above the road to +Cambrai. It was one continuous roar of death, and all the +batteries were firing steadily. I watched our shells burst, and +some of them were monstrous, raising great lingering clouds +above the German lines.</p> + +<p>There was one figure in this landscape of war who made some<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +officers about me laugh. He was a French ploughman who +upholds the tradition of war. Zola saw him in 1870, and I have +seen him on the edge of the other battlefields; and here he was +again driving a pair of sturdy horses and his plough across the +sloping field—not a furlong away from the town where the +German shells were raising rosy clouds of brick-dust. So he +gave praise to the Lord on Easter morning, and prepared the +harvests which shall be gathered after the war.</p> + +<p>All behind the front of battle was a great traffic, and all that +modern warfare means in the organization and preparation of an +enormous operation was here in movement. I had just come +from our outpost lines down south from the silence of that +great desert which the enemy has left in the wake of his retreat, +east of Bapaume and Péronne, and from that open warfare with +village fighting, where small bodies of our infantry and cavalry +have been clearing the countryside of rear-guard posts. Here, +round about Arras, was the concentration for the old form of +battle attack upon entrenched positions, fortified hills and strong +natural fortresses, defended by massed guns as before the +battles of the Somme. For miles on the way to the front were +great camps, great stores, and restless activity everywhere. +Supply columns of food for men and guns moved forward in an +endless tide. Transport mules passed in long trails. Field-batteries +went up to add to the mass of metal ready to pour fire +upon the German lines. It was a vast circus of the world's great +war, and everything that belongs to the machinery of killing +streamed on and on. Columns of ambulances for the rescue, +and not for that other side of the business, came in procession, +followed by an army of stretcher-bearers, more than I have +ever seen before, marching cheerily as though in a pageant. In +some of the ambulances were Army nurses, and men marching +on the roads waved their hands to them, and they laughed and +waved back. In the fields by the roadsides men were resting, +lying on the wet earth, between two spells of a long march or +encamped in rest, the same kind of men whom I saw on July 1 +of last year, some of them the same men—our boys, clean-shaven, +grey-eyed, so young-looking, so splendid to see. Some of them +sat between their stacked rifles writing letters home. And the +tide of traffic passed them and flowed on to the edge of the +battlefields, where to-day they are fighting.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;"> +<a href="images/i102-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i102.jpg" width="418" height="600" +alt="LENS, VIMY RIDGE AND ARRAS" title="" /></a><br /> +<span class="caption">LENS, VIMY RIDGE AND ARRAS<br /> +London: Wm. Heinemann Stanford's Geog^l. Estab^t., London</span> +</div><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 10</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The enemy has lost already nearly 10,000 prisoners and more +than half a hundred guns, and in dead and wounded his losses +are great. He is in retreat south of the Vimy Ridge to defensive +lines farther back, and as he goes our guns are smashing him +along the roads. During the night the Canadians gained the +last point, called Hill 145, on the Vimy Ridge, where the +Germans held out in a pocket with machine-guns, and this +morning the whole of that high ridge, which dominates the +plains to Douai, is in our hands, so that there is removed from +our path the high barrier for which the French and ourselves +have fought through bloody years. Yesterday before daylight +and afterwards I saw this ridge of Vimy all on fire with the light +of great gun-fire. The enemy was there in strength, and his guns +were answering ours with a heavy barrage of high explosives. +This morning the scene was changed as by a miracle. Snow +was falling, blown gustily across the battlefields, and powdering +the capes and helmets of our men as they rode or marched +forward to the front. But presently sunlight broke through the +storm-clouds and flooded all the countryside by Neuville-St.-Vaast +and Thélus and La Folie Farm, up to the crest of the +ridge, where the Canadians and Highlanders of the 51st Division +had just fought their way with such high valour. Our batteries +were firing from many hiding-places, revealed by short, sharp +flashes of light, but few answering shells came back, and the +ridge itself, patched with snowdrift, was quiet as any hill of +peace. It was astounding to think that not a single German +stayed up there out of all these who had held it yesterday, +unless some poor wounded devils still cower in the deep tunnels +which pierce the hill-side. It was almost unbelievable to me, +who have known the evil of this high ridge month after month +and year after year, and the deadly menace which lurked about +its lower slopes. Yet I saw proof below, where all Germans +who had been there at dawn yesterday, thousands of them, +were down in our lines, drawn up in battalions, marshalling +themselves, grinning at the fate which had come to them and +spared their lives.</p> + +<p>The Canadian attack yesterday was astoundingly successful, +and carried out by high-spirited men, the victors of Courcelette +in the battles of the Somme, who had before the advance an<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> +utter and joyous confidence of victory. On their right were the +Highland Brigades of the 51st Division who fought at Beaumont-Hamel, +and who shared the honour of that day with +the Canadians, taking as many prisoners and gaining a great +part of the ridge. They went away at dawn, through the +mud and rain which made scarecrows of them. They followed +close and warily to the barrage of our guns, the most +stupendous line of fire ever seen, and by 6.30 they had +taken their first objectives, which included the whole front-line +system of German trenches above Neuville-St.-Vaast, +by La Folie Farm and La Folie Wood, and up by Thélus, +where they met with fierce resistance. The German garrisons +were for the most part in long, deep tunnels, pierced +through the hill as assembly ditches. There were hundreds of +them in Prinz Arnault Tunnel, and hundreds more in Great +Volker Tunnel, but as the Canadians and Scots surged up to +them with wave after wave of bayonets German soldiers +streamed out and came running forward with hands up. They +were eager to surrender, and their great desire was to get down +from Vimy Ridge and the barrage of their own guns. That +barrage fell heavily and fiercely upon the Turco Trench, but too +late to do much damage to our men, who had already gone +beyond it. The Canadian casualties on the morning of attack +were not heavy in comparison with the expected losses, though, +God knows, heavy enough, but the German prisoners were glad +to pay for the gift of life by carrying our wounded back. The +eagerness of these men was pitiful, and now and then grotesque. +At least the Canadian escorts found good laughing matter in +the enormous numbers of men they had to guard and in the +way the prisoners themselves directed the latest comers to +barbed-wire enclosures, and with deep satisfaction acted as +masters of the ceremony to their own captivity. I have never +seen such cheerful prisoners, although for the most part they +were without overcoats and in a cold blizzard of snow. They +were joking with each other, and in high good humour, because +life with all its hardships was dear to them, and they had the +luck of life. They were of all sizes and ages and types. I saw +elderly, whiskered men with big spectacles, belonging to the +professor tribe, and young lads who ought to have been in +German high schools. Some of their faces looked very wizened +and small beneath their great shrapnel helmets. Many of them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +looked ill and starved, but others were tall, stout, hefty fellows, +who should have made good fighting men if they had any +stomach for the job. There were many officers standing apart. +Canadians took over two hundred of them, among whom were +several forward observing officers, very bad tempered with +their luck, because the men had not told them they were going +to bolt and had left them in front positions. All officers were +disconcerted because of the cheerfulness of the men at being +taken. I talked with a few of them. They told me of the +horrors of living under our bombardment. Some of them had +been without food for four days, because our gun-fire had boxed +them in.</p> + +<p>"When do you think the war will end?" I asked one of +them.</p> + +<p>"When the English are in Berlin," he answered, and I think he +meant that that would be a long time.</p> + +<p>Another officer said, "In two months," and gave no reason +for his certainty.</p> + +<p>"What about America?" I asked one of them. He +shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It is bad for us, very bad; +but, after all, America can't send an army across the ocean."</p> + +<p>At this statement Canadian soldiers standing around laughed +loudly, and said, "Don't you believe it, old sport. We have +come along to fight you, and the Yankees will do the same."</p> + +<p>By three o'clock in the afternoon the Canadians and the Highland +Brigades had gained the whole of the ridge except the high +strong post on the left of Hill 145, captured during the night. +Our gun-fire had helped them by breaking down all the wire, even +round Heroes' Wood and Count's Wood, where it was very +thick and strong. Thélus was wiped utterly off the map. This +morning Canadian patrols pushed in a snow-storm through +Farbus Wood, and established outposts on the railway embankment. +Some of the bravest work was done by forward observing +officers, who climbed to the top of Vimy Ridge as soon as it +was captured, and through the heavy fire barrages reported +back to the artillery all the movements seen by them in the +country below.</p> + +<p>In spite of the wild day, our flying men were riding the storm +and signalling to the gunners who were rushing up their field-guns. +"Our 60-pounders," said a Canadian Officer, "had the +day of their lives." They found many targets. There were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +trains moving in Vimy village and they hit them. There were +troops massing on sloping ground and they were shattered. +There were guns and limber on the move, and men and horses +were killed.</p> + +<p>Above all the prisoners taken yesterday by the English, +Scottish, and Canadian troops the enemy's losses were frightful, +and the scenes behind his lines must have been hideous in +slaughter and terror. On the right of Arras there was hard and +costly fighting in Blangy and Tilloy and onwards to Feuchy. +On this side the Germans fought most fiercely, and the Shropshires, +Suffolks, Royal Fusiliers, and Welsh Fusiliers of the 3rd +Division were held up near Feuchy Chapel and other strong +points until our gun-fire knocked out these works and made way +for them. Fifty-four guns were taken here on the east side of +Arras, and to-day the pursuit of the beaten enemy continues.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>II</h3> + +<h3>LONDONERS THROUGH THE GERMAN LINES</h3> + + +<p>The Londoners' attack at dawn was one of the splendid episodes +of the battle. They went through the German lines in +long waves, and streamed forward like a living tide, very quick +and very far, taking a thousand prisoners on their way through +Neuville-Vitasse and Mercatel. Later in the day they were +held up in their right flank by enfilade fire, as the troops on their +right were in difficulties against uncut wire and machine-guns, +and from that time onwards the London men of the 56th Division +had perilous hours and hard, costly fighting. They were +forced to extend beyond their line on the left to join up the gap +between themselves and the troops to their north, and to +work down with bombing parties on the right to gain ground in +which the Germans were holding out desperately and inflicting +many casualties on our men. In the centre the 56th Division +was ordered to attack fortified villages from which machine-gun +bullets swept the ground and where our assault was checked +by stout belts of wire with unbroken strands. It was in +those hours on April 9 and 10 that many young London men +showed the highest qualities of spirit, risking death, and +worse than death, with most desperate gallantry.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> + +<p>A young subaltern of the Middlesex Regiment saw those wire +traps in the centre of Neuville-Vitasse, and led the way to them +with a party of bombers and Lewis-gunners, smashed them up, +and jumped on the machine-guns beyond. It opened the gate +to all the other Londoners—Kensingtons, Rangers, and London +Scottish—who swept through this village and beyond. Many +officers fell, but there was always some one to take command +and lead the men—a sergeant with a cool head, a second lieutenant +with a flame in his eyes.</p> + +<p>It was a boy of nineteen who took command of one company +of the Middlesex Regiment when he was the only one to lead. +He had never been under fire before, and had never seen all +this blood and horror. He was a slip of a fellow, who had been +spelling out fairy-tales ten years ago, which is not far back in +history. Now, he led a company of fighting men, who followed +him as a great captain all through that day's battle, and from +one German line to another, and from one village to another, +until all the ground had been gained according to the first plan. +This gallant boy was afterwards reported missing, and his +comrades believe that he was killed.</p> + +<p>It was a battle of second lieutenants of London, owing to +the heavy casualties of commanding officers. One of them was +wounded in the head early in the day, but led his men until +hours later he fell and fainted. Another young officer went out +with three men in the darkness, when the infantry was held up +by serious obstacles, and under heavy fire brought back information +which saved many lives and enabled the whole line +to advance.</p> + +<p>There was a second lieutenant of the London Rangers who +behaved with a quick decision and daring which seemed inspired +by something more than sound judgment. The enemy +was holding out in a trench and sweeping men down with that +death-rattle of bullets which is the worst thing in all this fighting. +In front of them was uncut wire, which is always a trap +for men. Our London lieutenant did not go straight ahead. He +flung his platoon round to the flank, smashed through the wire +here, and sprang at the German gun-team with a revolver in +one hand and a bomb in the other. The whole team was +destroyed except one man, who fell wounded, and above those +dead bodies the second lieutenant waved his revolver to his +men and said, "Let's get on."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> + +<p>The London men went on for nine days, which is like ninety +years on such a battlefield. They went on until they were +checked and held by the enemy, who had time to rush up strong +reserves and bring up new weight of guns. But they smashed +through the Cojeul Switch and broke the Hindenburg line +at Héninel.</p> + +<p>Shell-fire increased hour by hour. From many hidden +places machine-guns poured bullets across the ground. German +snipers lay out in shell-holes picking off our men. This sniping +was intolerable, and a second lieutenant and sergeant crawled +out into No Man's Land to deal with it. They dragged +three snipers out of one hole, and searched others and helped +to check this hidden fire. One London rifleman went forward +to kill a machine-gun with its hideous tat-tat-tat. It was +a bolder thing than St. George's attack on the dragon, which +was a harmless beast compared with this spitfire devil. The +rifleman armed himself with a Lewis gun, carried at his hip, +and fired so coolly that he scattered the German team and +captured the gun.</p> + +<p>All through those nine days, and afterwards in a second spell +worse than those, the London men lived under great fire, those +that had the luck to live, and though their nerves were all +frayed with the strain of it, and they suffered great agonies +and great losses, they never lost courage and kept their pride—London +Pride.</p> + +<p>One medical officer's orderly never tired of searching for +stricken men, and seemed to have some magic about him, with +shells bursting everywhere round about his steps and bullets +spitting on each side of him. He organized stretcher-bearer +parties, gave some of his own magic to them, and saved many +lives. A captain of the R.A.M.C. went out under heavy fire +and dressed the wounds of men lying there in agony and brought +them back alive. A London private remained out looking +after the wounded in an exposed place, and in his spare time +saved other men attacked by small parties of Germans, by +killing nine of them and taking one man prisoner. Another +second lieutenant, one of those boys who have poured out the +blood of youth upon these battlefields, took two Vickers guns +with their teams through two barrages—only those who have +seen a barrage can know the meaning of that—and by +great skill and cunning brought his men through without<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> +a single casualty, so that the infantry followed with high +hearts.</p> + +<p>Out of a burning billet and out of an exploding ammunition +dump, a transport driver brought out some charges urgently +needed for the battle. A man who entered a cage of tigers to +draw their teeth would not want greater nerve than this.</p> + +<p>When the blinds were drawn across the windows of many +little London houses, when dusk crept into Piccadilly Circus and +shadows darkened down the Strand, when the great old soul of +London slept a while in the night, these boys who had gone out +from her streets were fighting, and are fighting still, in the +greatest battle of the world, and as they lie awake in a ditch, or +wounded in a shell-hole, their spirit travels home again, through +the old swirl of traffic, to quiet houses where already, perhaps, +there is the scent of may-blossom.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>III</h3> + +<h3>THE STRUGGLE ROUND MONCHY</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 11</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>This morning our men advanced upon the villages of Monchy-le-Preux +and La Bergère, on each side of the Cambrai road, +beyond the ruins of Tilloy-les-Mofflaines, and occupied them +after heavy fighting. British cavalry were first into Monchy, +riding through a storm of shrapnel, and heavily bombarded in +the village so that many of their horses were killed and many +men wounded.</p> + +<p>I saw the whole picture of this fighting to-day, and all the +spirit and drama of it. It was a wonderful scene, not without +terror, and our men passed through it alert and watchful to +the menace about them. Going out beyond Arras through +suburbs which were in German hands until Monday last— +they had scribbled their names and regiments on broken walls +of strafed houses, and men of English battalions who captured +them had scrawled their own names above these other signatures—I +came to the German barbed wire which had protected +the enemy's lines, and then into three systems of trenches which +had been the objectives of our men on the morning when the +battle of Arras began. Here was Hangest Trench, in which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +the enemy had made his chief resistance, and Holt Redoubt and +Horn Redoubt, where his machine-guns had checked us, and a +high point on the road to Tilloy, to which a Tank had crawled +after a lone journey out of Arras to sweep this place with +machine-gun fire, so that our men could get on to the village. +It is no wonder that the Germans lost this ground, and that +those who remained alive in their dug-outs surrendered quickly, +as soon as our men were about them. The effect of our +bombardment was ghastly. It had ploughed all this country +with great shell-craters, torn fields of barbed wire to a few +tattered strands, and smashed in all the trenches to shapeless +ditches.</p> + +<p>Tilloy still had parts of houses standing, bits of white wall having +no relation to the wild rubbish-heaps around. The Germans +had torn up the rails to make barricades, and had used farm +carts, ploughs, and brick-heaps as cover. But they could have +given no protection when the sky rained fire and thunderbolts. +Dead bodies lay about in every shape and shapelessness of death. +I passed into Devil's Wood—well named, because here there had +been hellish torture of men—and so on to Observatory Ridge +and ground from which, not far away, I looked into Monchy +and across the battlefields where our men were fighting then. +The enemy was firing heavy shells. They fell thick about +Monchy village and on the other side of the Cambrai road, +roaring horribly as they came and flinging up volumes of black +earth and mud. The enemy's gunners were scattering other +shells about, but in an aimless way, so that they found no real +target, though they were frightening, especially when some of +these crumps spattered one with mud.</p> + +<p>Flights of British aeroplanes were on the wing, and German +aeroplanes tried to fight their way over our lines. I saw several +with the swish of machine-gun bullets and the high whining +shells of British "Archies" about them. I have never before +seen so great a conflict in the skies. It was a battle up there, +and as far as I could see we gained a mastery over the enemy's +machines, though some of them were very bold.</p> + +<p>On the earth it was open warfare of the old kind, for we were +beyond the trenches and our men were moving across the fields +without cover. Some of our machine-gunners were serving their +weapons from shell-holes, and the only protection of the headquarters +staff of the cavalry was a shallow ditch in the centre<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +of the battlefield sheltered by a few planks, quite useless against +shell-fire, but keeping off the snow, which fell in heavy wet +flakes. There the officers sat in the ditch, shoulder to shoulder, +studying their maps and directing the action while reports were +called down the funnel of a chimney by an officer who had been +out on reconnaissance.</p> + +<p>"It is villainously unhealthy round here," said this officer, +who spoke to me after he had given his news to the cavalry +general. He looked across to Monchy, and said, "Old Fritz is +putting up a stiff fight." At that moment a German crump +fell close, and we did not continue the conversation.</p> + +<p>Across the battlefield came stretcher-bearers, carrying the +wounded shoulder high, and the lightly wounded men walked +back from Monchy and Guémappe very slowly, with that +dragging gait which is bad to see. I spoke to a wounded +officer and asked him how things were going.</p> + +<p>"Pretty hot," he said, and then shivered and said, "but now +I feel cold as ice."</p> + +<p>Snow fell all through the afternoon, covering the litter of +battle and the bodies of all our dead boys, giving a white beauty +even to the ugly ruins of Tilloy and changing the Devil's Wood +by enchantment to a kind of dream-picture. Through this +driving snow our guns fired ceaselessly, and I saw all their +flashes through the storm, and their din was enormous. Away +in front of me stretched the road to Cambrai, the high road of +our advance. It seemed so easy to walk down there—but if I +had gone farther I should not have come back.</p> + +<p>In a hundred years not all the details of this battle will be +told, for to each man in all the thousands who are fighting there +is a great adventure, and they are filled with sensations stronger +than drink can give, so that it will seem a wild dream—a dream +red as flame and white as snow.</p> + +<p>For this amazing battle, which is bringing to us tides of +prisoners and many batteries of guns, is being fought on spring +days heavy with snow, as grim as sternest winter except when +in odd half-hours the sun breaks through the storm-clouds and +gives a magic beauty to all this whiteness of the battlefields and +to trees furred with bars of ermine and to all the lacework of +twigs ready for green birth. Now as I write there is no sun, +but a darkness through which heavy flakes are falling. Our +soldiers are fighting through it to the east of Arras, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +their steel helmets and tunics and leather jerkins are all +white as the country through which they are forcing back +the enemy.</p> + +<p>While the battle was raging on the Vimy heights English and +Scottish troops of the 15th, 12th, and 3rd Divisions were fighting +equally fiercely, with more trouble to meet round about +Arras. Beyond the facts I have already written there are +others that must be recorded quickly, before quick history runs +away from them.</p> + +<p>Some day a man must give a great picture of the night in +Arras before the battle, and I know one man who could do so—a +great hunter of wild beasts, with a monocle that quells the +human soul and a very "parfit gentil knight," whose pen is as +pointed as his lance. He spent the night in a tunnel of Arras +before getting into a sap in No Man's Land before the dawn, +where he was with a "movie man," an official photographer +(both as gallant as you will find in the Army), and a machine-gunner +ready for action. Thousands of other men spent the +night before the battle in the great tunnels, centuries old, that +run out of Arras to the country beyond, by Blangy and St.-Sauveur. +The enemy poured shells into the city, which I +watched that night before the dawn from the ramparts outside, +but in the morning they came up from those subterranean +galleries and for a little while no more shells fell in Arras, for the +German gunners were busy with other work, and were in haste +to get away. The fighting was very fierce round Blangy, the +suburb of Arras, where the enemy was in the broken ruins of +the houses and behind garden walls strongly barricaded with +piled sand-bags. But our men smashed their way through +and on. Troops of those old English regiments were checked +a while at strong German works known as the Horn, Holt, +Hamel, and Hangest positions, and at another strong point +called the Church Work. It was at these places that the Tanks +did well on a day when they had hard going because of slime +and mud, and after a journey of over three miles from their +starting-point knocked out the German machine-guns, and so +let the infantry get on. Higher north at a point known as Railway +Triangle, east-south-east of Arras, where railway lines join, +Gordons, Argylls, Seaforths, and Camerons of the 15th Division +were held back by machine-gun fire. The enemy's works had +not been destroyed by our bombardment, and our barrage had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> +swept ahead of the troops. News of the trouble was sent back, +and presently back crept the barrage of our shell-fire, coming +perilously close to the Scottish troops, but not too close. With +marvellous accuracy the gunners found the target of the Triangle +and swept it with shell-fire so that its defences were destroyed. +The Scots surged forward, over the chaos of broken timber and +barricades, and struggled forward again to their goal, which +brought them to Feuchy Well, and to-day much farther. A +Tank helped them at Feuchy Chapel, cheered by the Scots as +it came into action scorning machine-gun bullets. The Harp +was another strong point of the enemy's which caused difficulty +to King's Own Liverpools, the Shropshire Light Infantry, Royal +Fusiliers, East Yorks, Scottish Fusiliers, and Royal Scots, as I +have already told, on the first day of battle, and another Tank +came up, in its queer, slow way, and the gallant men inside +served their guns like a Dreadnought, and so ended the business +on that oval-shaped stronghold.</p> + +<p>So English and Scottish troops pressed on and gathered up +thousands of prisoners. "So tame," said one of our men, +"that they ate out of our hands." So ready to surrender that a +brigadier and his staff who were captured with them were angry +and ashamed of men taken in great numbers without a single +wounded man among them. Fifty-four guns were captured on +this eastern side of Arras, and six were howitzers, and two of +these big beasts were taken by cavalry working with the troops. +Some of the gunners had never left their pits after our bombardment +became intense four days before, and were suffering from +hunger and thirst. Trench-mortars and machine-guns lay +everywhere about, in scores, smashed, buried, flung about by +the ferocity of our shell-fire. German officers wearing Iron +Crosses wept when they surrendered. It was their day of +unbelievable tragedy. A queer thing happened to some German +transport men. They were sent out from Douai to Fampoux. +They did not know they were going into the battle zone. They +drove along until suddenly they saw British soldiers swarming +about them. Six hours after their start from Douai they were +eating bully-beef on our side of the lines, and while they munched +could not believe their own senses. Our troops treated them +with the greatest good humour, throwing chocolates and +cigarettes into their enclosures and crowding round to speak to +men who knew the English tongue. There seemed no kind of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span> +hatred between these men. There was none after the battle +had been fought, for in our British way we cannot harbour hate +for beaten enemies when the individuals are there, broken and +in our hands. Yet a little farther away the fighting was fierce, +and there was no mercy on either side.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 12</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>In spite of the enemy's hard resistance and the abominable +weather conditions which cause our troops great hardships, we +are making steady progress towards the German defensive +positions along the Hindenburg line.</p> + +<p>North of Vimy Ridge this morning his lines were pierced by +a new attack, delivered with great force above Givenchy; and +south of the village of Wancourt, below Monchy-le-Preux, we +have seized an important little hill-top.</p> + +<p>Monchy itself is securely in our hands this morning, after +repeated counter-attacks yesterday and last night. In my last +dispatch I described in the briefest way how I went up towards +Monchy yesterday across the crowded battlefield and looked +into that village, where fierce fighting was in progress. Then +the village was still standing, hardly in ruins, so that I saw +roofs still on the houses and unbroken walls, and the white +château only a little scarred by shell-fire. Now it has been +almost destroyed by the enemy's guns, and our men held it +only by the most resolute courage. It is a small place that +village, but yesterday, perched high beyond Orange Hill, it was +the storm-centre of all this world-conflict, and the battle +of Arras paused till it was taken. The story of the fight +for it should live in history, and is full of strange and tragic +drama.</p> + +<p>Our cavalry—the 10th Hussars, the Essex Yeomanry, and +the Blues—helped in the capture of this high village, behaving +with the greatest acts of sacrifice to the ideals of duty. I saw +them going up over Observation Ridge, and before they reached +that point; the dash of splendid bodies of men riding at the +gallop in a snow-storm which had covered them with white +mantles and crowned their steel hats. Afterwards I saw some +of these men being carried back wounded over the battlefield, +and the dead body of their general, on a stretcher, taken by a +small party of troopers through the ruins of another village to +his resting-place. Many gallant horses lay dead, and those<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +which came back were caked with mud, and walked with +drooping heads, exhausted in every limb. The bodies of dead +boys lay all over these fields.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 542px;"> +<a href="images/i115-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i115.jpg" width="542" height="600" alt="Map of the Arras front" title="" /></a> +<span class="caption">Map of the Arras front<br /> +GEORGE PHILIP & SON LTD 32 Fleet St., E.C.</span> +</div> + +<p>But the cavalry rode into Monchy and captured the north +side of the village, and the enemy fled from them. It is an +astounding thing that two withered old Frenchwomen stayed +in this village all through this fighting. When our troopers +rode in these women came running forward, frightened and +crying "Camarades," as though in face of the enemy. When +our men surrounded them they were full of joy, and held<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span> +up their withered old faces to be kissed by the troopers, +who leaned over their saddles to give this greeting. Yet the +battle was not over, and the shell-fire was most intense afterwards.</p> + +<p>The women told strange stories of German officers billeted in +their houses. After the battle of Arras began on Monday these +officers were very nervous; but, although the sound of gun-fire +swept nearer they did not believe that the English troops would +get near Monchy for some days. Late on Wednesday night, +after preparing for the defence of the village, they went to bed +as usual, looking exhausted and nerve-racked, and told the +women to wake them at six o'clock. They were awakened by +another kind of knocking at the door. English and Scottish +soldiers were firing outside the village, and the German officers +escaped in such a hurry that they had no time to pull down +the battalion flag outside their gate, and our men captured it +as a trophy.</p> + +<p>The attack on Monchy was made by English and Scottish +troops—the Scots of the 15th Division—who fought very fiercely +to clear the enemy out of Railway Triangle, where they were +held up for three hours. Afterwards they fought on to Feuchy +Redoubt, where they found that the whole of the German +garrison had been buried by our bombardment, so that none +escaped alive. At Feuchy Weir they captured a German electrical +company, a captain and thirteen men, who were unarmed. +The enemy shelled Feuchy village after our troops had passed +through and gone far forward, where they dug in for the night +under heavy shelling. Here they stayed all day on Tuesday +close by a deep square pit, where four eight-inch howitzers had +been abandoned to our cavalry.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile English troops of the 37th Division—Warwicks +and Bedfords, East and West Lancashire battalions, and the +Yorks and Lanes—were advancing on the right and linking up +for the attack on Monchy in conjunction with the Jocks. On +the left bodies of cavalry assembled for a combined attack with +Hotchkiss and machine guns; and at about five o'clock yesterday +morning they swept upon the village. The cavalry went full +split at a hard pace under heavy shrapnel-fire, and streamed into +the village on the north side. They saw few Germans, for as they +went in the enemy retreated to the southern side, hoping to +escape by that way. Here they found themselves cut off by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +our infantry, the English battalions mixed up with Scots before +the fight was over. It was hard fighting. The enemy had many +machine-guns, and defended himself from windows and roofs of +houses, firing down upon our men as they swarmed into the +village streets, and fought their way into farmyards and courtyards. +It was a house-to-house hunt, and about two hundred +prisoners were taken, though some of the garrison escaped to +the trench in the valley below, where they had machine-gun +redoubts. At about eight o'clock yesterday morning, twenty +Scots and a small party of English went forward from Monchy +with a Tank which had crawled up over heavy ground and +shell-craters, and now trained its guns upon bodies of Germans +moving over the ridge beyond. By this time English troops +had a number of machine-guns in position for the defence of +the village against any counter-attacks that might come. +Some of our men had already explored the dug-outs and found +them splendid for shelter under shell-fire. Under the château +was a subterranean system furnished luxuriously and provided +with electric light. Half an hour after the capture of the +village some English and Scottish officers were drinking German +beer out of German mugs.</p> + +<p>The peace of Monchy did not last long. At nine o'clock the +enemy shelled the place fiercely, and for a long time, with +5·9 guns, as I saw myself at midday from Observation Ridge, +which was also under fire.</p> + +<p>German airmen, flying above, watched our cavalry and +infantry, and directed fire upon them. They were terrible +hours to endure, but our men held out nobly; and when the +enemy made his counter-attacks in the afternoon and evening, +advancing in waves with a most determined spirit, they were +hosed with machine-gun bullets and fell like grass before the +scythe. Our 18-pounders also poured shell into them. This +morning our men are in advance of the village, and the enemy +has retreated from the trench below. The night was dreadful +for men and beasts. Snow fell heavily, and was blown into +deep drifts by wind as cold as ice. Wounded horses fell and +died, and men lay in a white bed of snow in an agony of cold, +while shells burst round them. As gallant as the fighting men +were the supply columns, who sent up carriers through blizzard +and shell-fire. At four o'clock in the morning a rum ration was +served out, "And thank God for it," said one of our officers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> +lying out there in a shell-hole with a shattered arm. Strange +and ironical as it seems, the post came up also at this hour, +and men in the middle of the battlefield, suffering the worst +agonies of war, had letters from home which in darkness they +could not read.</p> + +<p>That scene of war this morning might have been in Russia +in midwinter, instead of in France in spring-time. Snow was +thick over the fields, four foot deep where it had drifted against +the banks. Tents and huts behind the lines were covered with +snow roofs, and as I went through Arras this poor, stricken city +was all white. Stones and fallen masonry which have poured +down from great buildings of mediæval times were overlaid +with snow—until, by midday, it was all turned to water. Then +our Army moved through rivers of mud, and all our splendid +horses were pitiful to see.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>IV</h3> + +<h3>THE OTHER SIDE OF VIMY</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 13</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The enemy's Headquarters Staff is clearly troubled by the +successes gained by our troops during these first days of the +battle of Arras, and all attempts to repair the damage to his +defensive positions upon which his future safety depends have +been feeble and irresolute. It is certain that he desired to +make a heavy counter-attack upon the northern edge of the +Vimy Ridge. Prisoners taken yesterday all believed that this +would be done without delay. The 5th Grenadiers of the +Prussian Guards Reserve were hurriedly brought up to relieve +or support the Bavarian troops, who had suffered frightfully, +and massed in a wood, called the Bois d'Hirondelle, or Swallows' +Wood, in order to steal through another little wood called +Bois-en-Hache to a hill known by us as the Pimple, and so on +to recapture Hill 145, taken by the Canadians on Monday night +after heavy and costly fighting. This scheme broke down +utterly. Swallows' Wood was heavily bombed by our aeroplanes, +so that the massed Prussians had an ugly time there, +and yesterday morning Canadian troops made a sudden assault +upon the Pimple, which is a knoll slightly lower than Hill 145, +to its right, and gained it in spite of fierce machine-gun fire<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span> +from the garrison, who defended themselves stubbornly until +they were killed or captured. At the same time Bois-en-Hache, +which stands on rising ground across the little valley of the +River Souchez, was attacked with great courage by the +24th Division, and the enemy driven out.</p> + +<p>It was difficult work for our infantry and gunners. The +ground was a bog of shell-craters and mud, and there was a +blizzard of snowflakes. The attack was made with a kind +of instinct, backed with luck. Our men stumbled forward in +a wake of snow-squalls and shells, fell into shell-holes, climbed +out again, and by some skill of their own kept their bombs +and rifles dry. Machine-gun bullets whipped the ground about +them. Some fell and were buried in snow-drifts; others went +on and reached their goal, and in a white blizzard routed out +the enemy and his machine-guns. It was an hour or two +later that German officers, directing operations at a distance +and preparing a counter-attack on the Vimy Ridge, heard +that the Pimple and Bois-en-Hache had both gone—the +only places which gave observation on the south side of +Vimy and made effective any attack. Their curses must +have been deep and full when that message came over the +telephone wires. They ordered their batteries to fire continuously +on those two places, but they remain ours, and +our troops have endured intense barrage-fire without losing +ground. Now we have full and absolute observation over +Vimy Ridge to the enemy's side of the country reversing all +the past history of this position, and we are making full and +deadly use of it. The enemy still clings to Vimy village on the +other side of the slopes, and to the line of railway on the eastern +side of Farbus, but it is an insecure tenure, and our guns are +making life hideous for the German soldiers in those places, +and in the villages farther back in the direction of Douai, and +along the road which he is using for his transport. In the +village of Bailleul down there are a number of batteries which +the enemy has vainly endeavoured to withdraw. We are +smothering them with shell-fire, and he will find it difficult to +get them away, though he can ill afford the loss of more guns. +The enemy has been in great trouble to move his guns away +rapidly enough owing to the dearth of transport horses. Even +before the battle of Arras began the German batteries had to +borrow horses from each other because there were not enough<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +for all, and some of his guns have been abandoned because of +that lack. He cannot claim that he has left us only broken +and useless guns.</p> + +<p>When the Scottish and South African troops of the 9th +Division made the great attack on Monday last the South-Africans +were led forward by their colonels, and took the first +German line without a single casualty. Afterwards they +fought against wicked machine-gun fire, but, sweeping all +before them, and gathering in hundreds of prisoners, they +seized a number of guns, including several 5·9 howitzers. A +vast amount of ammunition lay about in dumps, and our +men turned the guns about, and are using them against the +enemy. To South-Africans who fought in Delville Wood—I +have told the story of this tragic epic in the battle of +the Somme—this is a triumph that pays back a little for old +memories under German gun-fire. Their revenge is sweet and +frightful, and they call the captured guns, those monstrous +five-point-nines, their trench-mortar battery.</p> + +<p>During this fighting our airmen have flown with extraordinary +valour, and have done great work. They flew in +snow-storms, as I saw them and marvelled, on the east side of +Arras, and circled round for hours taking photographs of the +enemy's positions and spotting his batteries so accurately, in +spite of weather which half blinded them, that the German +gunners who are now our prisoners say that they were terrorized +by being made targets for our fire.</p> + +<p>Farther south yesterday and to-day we have made new +breaches in the Hindenburg line by the capture of Wancourt +and Héninel, villages south of Monchy. The fighting here has +been most severe, and our men of the 14th and 56th Divisions—London +Rangers, Kensingtons, Middlesex, London Scottish, and +King's Royal Rifles—lying out on open slopes in deep snow and +under icy gales at night, swept by machine-gun barrages from +Guémappe and with the sky above them flashing with shrapnel +bursts and high explosives, have had to endure a terrible ordeal. +They have done so with a noble spirit, and young wounded men +to whom I spoke yesterday, in the great crypt to which they +had crawled down from the battlefield, all spoke of their experience +as though they would go through as much again in +order to ensure success, without bragging, with a full sense of +the frightful hours, but with unbroken spirit.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I am not out here to make a career," said a Canadian; +"I am out to finish an ugly job."</p> + +<p>It is to end this filthy war quickly that our men are fighting +so grimly and with such deadly resolution. So the Londoners +have fought their way into Wancourt and Héninel, and there +were great uncut belts of wire before them—the new wire of +the Hindenburg line—and trenches and strong points from +which machine-guns gushed out waves of bullets. One of the +strong points hereabouts is called the Egg, because of its oval +hummock, which was hard to hatch and crack, but as one +of our officers said to-day, the Egg gave forth two hundred +prisoners.</p> + +<p>In the fighting for the two villages the Londoners were held +up by those great stretches of wire before them and were +menaced most evilly by the enfilade fire of machine-guns from +Guémappe and a high point south. Two Tanks came to the +rescue, and did most daring things.</p> + +<p>"Romped up," said an officer, though I have not seen +Tanks romping.</p> + +<p>Anyhow, they came up in their elephantine way, getting the +most out of their engines and most skilfully guided by their +young officers and crews, who were out on a great and perilous +adventure. Climbing over rough ground, cleaving through +snow-drifts and mud-banks with their steel flanks, thrusting +their blunt noses above old trenches and sand-bag barricades, +they made straight for the great hedges of barbed wire, and +drove straight through, leaving broad lanes of broken strands. +One cruised into Wancourt, followed from a distance by the +shouts and cheers of the infantry. It wandered up and down +the village like a bear on the prowl for something good to eat. +It found human food and trampled upon machine-gun redoubts, +firing into German hiding-places. The second Tank struck a +zigzag course for Héninel, and in that village swept down +numbers of German soldiers, so that they fled from this black +monster against which bombs and rifles were of no avail. For +forty hours those two Tanks—let me be fair to the men inside +and say those officers and crews—did not rest, but went about +on their hunting trail, breaking down wire and searching out +German strong points, so that the way would be easier for our +infantry.</p> + +<p>Even then our men had no easy fighting. The enemy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +defended themselves stubbornly in places. Their snipers and +bombers and machine-gunners did not yield at the first sight +of the bayonets. While some of our troops bombed their way +down trenches towards Wancourt, others worked up from the +south, and at last both parties met exultantly behind this +section of the Hindenburg line, greeting each other with +cheers. Nearly two hundred prisoners were taken hereabout, all +Silesian mechanics, like those I met at Loos in September 1915—rather +miserable men, with no heart in the war, because, as +Poles, it is none of their making.</p> + +<p>It is true to say—utterly true—that all the prisoners we have +taken this week, Prussians, Bavarians, Hamburgers, have lost +all spirit for this fighting, hate it, loathe it as a devilish fate +from which they have luckily escaped at last with life. Not +one prisoner has said now that Germany will win on land. +Their best hope is that the submarine campaign will force an +early settlement. Their pockets are stuffed with letters from +wives, sisters, and parents telling of starvation at home. It is +not good literature for the spirit of an army. The prisoners +themselves come to us starving. It is not because their rations +in the trenches are insufficient. They are on short commons, +but have enough for bodily strength. It is because our bombardment +prevented all supplies from reaching them for three +or four days. In one prisoners' enclosure, when our escort +brought food, the men fought with each other like wild beasts, +ravenous, and had to be separated by force and threats. The +officers in charge of these prisoners' camps are overwhelmed by +the masses of men. In one of them, where 4000 were gathered, +they broke the barriers. A captain and subaltern of ours were +alone to deal with this situation; but their own non-commissioned +officers helped to restore order.</p> + +<p>The position of the enemy now is full of uncertainty for him. +It is possible that he will try to avoid any disaster by falling +back farther to the Drocourt-Quéant line, and by slipping away +farther north. The Hindenburg line is pierced, but he has +established a series of switch-lines which will enable him to +stand until our guns are ready again to make those positions +untenable. The weather so far is in his favour, except that his +troops are suffering as much as ours from cold and wet.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> +<h3>V</h3> + +<h3>THE WAY TO LENS</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 14</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The capture of the Vimy Ridge by heroic assault of the +Canadians and Scots, and their endurance in holding it under +the enemy's heavy fire, have been followed swiftly by good +results. Our troops have pushed forward to-day through +Liévin, the long and straggling suburb of Lens, clearing street +after street of German machine-gunners and rear-guard posts, +and our patrols are on the outskirts of Lens itself, the great +mining town, which is famous in France as the capital and +centre of her northern mine-fields.</p> + +<p>The retaking of this city of mine-shafts and pit-heads, electrical +power stations, and great hive of mining activity, where +a population of something like 40,000 people lived in rows of +red-brick cottages, under a forest of high chimneys and mountainous +slag-heaps, would cause a thrill through all France, and +be one of the greatest achievements of the war—a tremendous +feat of arms for the British troops. I looked into the city +to-day, down its silent and deserted streets, and I saw a body +of our men working forward to get closer to it. They attacked +the little wooded hill called the Bois de Riaumont, just to the +south of the city, and with great cunning and courage encircled +its lower slopes, and made their way into the street of houses +behind the line of trees which is the southern way towards +Lens. From the western side, up through Liévin, the other +troops were advancing cautiously. The enemy was still there +in machine-gun redoubts, which will be very troublesome to +our men. But they are only rear-guards, for the main body of +the enemy has already retreated. When the Canadians swept +over the Vimy Ridge, capturing thousands of prisoners, and +when yesterday our 24th Division and Canadian troops seized +the Bois-en-Hache and the Pimple, two small ridges or knolls +below Hill 145, at the northern end of the Vimy Ridge, the +enemy saw that his last chance of successful counter-attack +was foiled, and at once he was seized with fear and prepared +for instant retreat in wild confusion. Lens and Liévin had +been stacked with his guns. Both towns had been fortified in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span> +a most formidable way, and were strongholds of massed +artillery. It is certain that the enemy had at least 150 guns +in that great network of mines and pit-heads. But they were +all threatened by an advance down the northern slopes of +Vimy, and the Canadians were not likely to stay inactive after +their great triumph. They were also threatened by the British +advance from the Loos battlefields by way of that great pair +of black slag-hills called the Double Crassier, famous in this +war for close, long, and bloody fighting, where since September +of 1915 our men have been only a few yards away from their +enemy, and where I saw them last a month or two ago through +a chink of wall in a ruined house. German staff officers knew +their peril yesterday, and before. From prisoners we know +that wild scenes took place in Lens, frantic efforts being made +to get away the guns and the stores, to defend the line of +retreat by the blowing up of roads, to carry out the orders for +complete destruction by firing charges down the mine-shafts, +flooding the great mine-galleries so that French property of +enormous value should not be left to France, and withdrawing +large bodies of troops down the roads under the fire of our long-range +guns. Up to dawn yesterday the enemy in Lens hoped +that the British pursuit would be held back by the German +rear-guards in Vimy and Petit-Vimy villages. But that hope +was flung from them when the Canadians swept down the ridge +and chased the enemy out of those places on the lower slopes +towards Douai.</p> + +<p>To-day, as I went towards Lens over Notre-Dame-de-Lorette +and the valley beyond, I met a number of those men coming +back after their victorious fighting. Amongst them were Nova-Scotians +and young lumbermen and fishermen from the Far +West. They came in single file, in a long procession through +a wood—the Bois de Bouvigny—where once, two years ago, +young Frenchmen fought with heroic fury and died in thousands +to gain this ground, so that even now all this hill is strewn +with their relics.</p> + +<p>The boys of Nova Scotia came slowly, dragging one foot +after another in sheer exhaustion, stumbling over loose stones +and bits of sand-bags and strands of old wire. They were caked +with clay from head to foot. Even their faces had masks of +clay, and they were spent and done. But through that whitish +mud their eyes were steel-blue and struck fire like steel when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +they told me of the good victory they had shared in, and of +the enemy's flight before them—all this without a touch of +brag, with a fine and sweet simplicity, with a manly frankness. +They have suffered tragic hardships in those five days since the +battle of Arras began, but there was no wail in them. When +they first emerged from the tunnels on the morning of the +great attack they had been swept by machine-gun fire, but by +good luck escaped heavy casualties, though many fell.</p> + +<p>"Our losses were not nearly so high as we expected," said +one lad, "but it was pretty bad all the same. Old Heine had +an ugly habit of keeping one hand on his machine-gun till we +were fifty paces from him, and then holding up the other hand +and shouting 'Mercy! Mercy!' I don't call that a good +way of surrendering."</p> + +<p>The enemy surrendered in hundreds on that day, as I have +already described, and the worst came afterwards for the +Canadians. The enemy's barrage was heavy, but even that +was not the worst. It was difficult to get food up, more +difficult to get water. I met lads who had been without a drop +for three days. One of them, a fine, hefty fellow, strong as a +sapling, could hardly speak to me above a whisper. All of +them had swollen tongues and licked their dry lips in a parched +way. Some of them had been lucky enough to find French +wine in the German dug-outs. Then a wild snow-storm came. +"I thought I should die," said one man, "when for hours I +had to carry wounded through the snow over ground knee-deep +in mud and all slippery. All my wounded were terribly +heavy."</p> + +<p>But, in spite of all this, those brave, weary men went down +the Vimy slopes at dawn yesterday with the same high, grim +spirit to clear "Old Heine," as they call him, out of Vimy and +Little Vimy villages.</p> + +<p>"They didn't wait for us," said a young Canadian officer. +"One would think that the war would be over in a month by +the way they ran yesterday."</p> + +<p>"Old Heine was scared out of his wits," said another lad. +"He ran screaming from us. In a dug-out I found two Germans +too scared even to run. They just sat and trembled like poor, +cowed beasts. But there was one fellow we took who got over +his fright quick, and spoke in a big way. He had been a +waiter and spoke good English.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> + +<p>"'When will the war end?' we asked.</p> + +<p>"'Germany will fight five years,' he said, 'and then we will +win.</p> + +<p>"'Don't you believe it, old sport,' said we, 'you're done in +now, and it's only the mopping up we have to do.'"</p> + +<p>Down in the Bois-en-Hache one of our English soldiers of +the 24th Division on the Canadians' left had a grim adventure, +which he describes as "a bit of orl rite." His way was barred +by a burly German, but not for long. After a tussle our lad +took him inside, and there found the dead body of a German +officer lying by the side of the table, which was all spread for +breakfast. It was our English lad who ate the breakfast, +keeping one eye vigilant on his living prisoner and not worrying +about the dead one.</p> + +<p>There was another soldier of ours, one of the Leinsters, also +of the 24th Division, who ate his breakfast in Angres, but he +was in jovial company. He came across a German at the +entrance and fought with him, but in a friendly kind of way. +After knocking each other about they came to an understanding, +and sat down together in a dug-out to a meal of +German sausage, cheese, black bread, and French wine. They +found a great deal of human nature in common, and were +seen coming out later arm in arm, and in this way the Irishman +brought back his prisoner.</p> + +<p>The colonel of the Leinsters told another queer tale of an +Irishman in the outskirts of Lens. The colonel saw him after +the battle of Bois-en-Hache, which was a terrible affair and a +fine feat of arms in the mud and snow, bringing back a German +horse under machine-gun fire and shrapnel. He was guiding +this poor lean beast over frightful ground, round the edge of +monstrous shell-craters, through broken strands of barbed +wire, and across trenches and parapets. "What are you doing +with that poor brute?" asked the commanding officer. "Sure, +sir," said the Irishman, "I'm bringing the horse back for +Father Malone to ride." The horse was in the last stages of +starvation, and the padre weighs nineteen stone, according to +the popular estimate of the men, who adore him, and that is +part of the story's humour, though the Irish soldier was very +serious. It is a tribute, anyhow, to the affection of the men +for this Irish padre-a laughing giant of a man—who is always +out in No Man's Land when there are any of his lads out there,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +going as far as the German barbed wire to give the last rites +to dying men. To-day, when I called on the Leinster battalion, +he was away burying the poor boys who lie in the mud of the +battlefield. There is no humour in that side of war, though +Irish soldiers, and English soldiers too, refuse to be beaten by +the foulest conditions until the last strength is out of them. +In addition to the ordeal of battle they are enduring now a +weather so abominable, when it is in the fields of battle, that +men fight for days wet to the skin, lie out at night frozen stiff, +and struggle after the enemy up to the knees in mud. So it +was in this little battle of Bois-en-Hache, an historic episode in +the battle of Arras, because it broke the enemy's last hope of +a counter-attack against Vimy Ridge. Through the blinding +blizzard of snow, the English and Irish troops attacked this +hill above the River Souchez, and had to cross through a +quagmire, so that numbers of them stuck up to the waist and +could go neither forward nor backward, while they were swept +by machine-gun and rifle fire. From that other hill, called the +Pimple, to their right, which was not yet taken by the Canadians, +one man came back wounded over that abominable ground +under rifle-fire which spat bullets about him. He stumbled +into shell-holes and crawled out again, and just as he reached +the trench, fell dead across the parapet. Nearly all our men +were hit in the head and body, none in the legs. That was +because they were knee-deep in mud. Our men came back +from this fighting like figures of clay, and so stiff at the joints +that they can hardly walk, and with voices gone so that they +speak in whispers.</p> + +<p>All over this lower slope of the Vimy Ridge is a litter of +enormous destruction caused by our gun-fire. German guns and +limbers, machine-guns and trench-mortars lie in fragments and in +heaps in infernal chaos of earth, which is the graveyard of many +German dead. The first hint that the Germans were in retreat +from Liévin, near Lens, was given by the strange adventure of +two of our airmen. They had to make a forced landing near +Lens, and one of them was wounded in the leg. Our observing +officers watching through glasses expected them to be made +prisoners, but they were seen afterwards smoking cigarettes +and slapping themselves to keep warm. It now turns out that +the German soldiers did not wait to take them, and finding one +man wounded left the other to look after him. The next sign<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +that the enemy was about to go was when the fires and explosions +went up in Liévin and Lens, and when he began to shell +his own front lines outside those places. All through the night +the sky was aflame with these fires, and this morning I saw +that the enemy was making a merry little hell in Lens and all +its suburbs and dependent villages. I had no need to guess +the reason of all this. On the way I had met two young +Alsatian prisoners just captured. They had been left with +orders and charges to blow up mine-shafts, but had been +caught before they had done so. They had no heart in the +job anyhow, being of Alsace, and with their comrades had +already petitioned to fight on the Eastern instead of the +Western Front. They described the panic that reigned in Lens, +and the fearful haste to destroy and get away. For hours +to-day I watched that destruction while our troops were +working forward through Liévin to get the better of the nests +of machine-gun redoubts at the entrance to Lens, from which +intense fire still came.</p> + +<p>I had an astounding view of all this work in Lens, and it +was as beautiful as a dream-picture and weird as a nightmare. +The snows had melted, and the wind had turned south, and +the sun was pouring down under a blue sky across which white +fleece sailed. Below, outspread, was a wide panorama of +battle, from Loos to Vimy, the great panorama of French +mining country, with all its slag-hills casting black shadows +across the sun-swept plain, and thousands of miners' cottages, +"corons" as they are called, all bright and red as the light poured +upon them, all arranged in straight rows and oblong blocks of +streets in separate townships. Not one of these houses was +without shell-holes and broken walls, for the war has swept +round them and over them for two years and more, but they +looked strangely new and complete. Between them and +beyond them and all about them tall chimneys stood and +enormous steel girders and gantries of pit-head and power +stations. To the left of Lens the tower of the main waterworks +was crowned with a white dome like a Grecian temple, and to +the right was Lens Church, behind a hill where I saw our men +fighting. It was like looking at war in Bolton or Wigan, but +more beautiful than those towns of ours, because the walls +were not black and there was a bright, fine light over all this +mining country. The Double Crassier on the edge of the Loos<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +battlefields was to the left of where I stood, curiously white +and chalky as the sun flung its rays upon those two close +hillocks. Moving forward towards Lens I looked straight +down the streets of that city. If a cat had moved across one +of those roads I should have seen it. If Germans had come +out of any of those houses I should have seen them. But +nothing moved up the streets or down them. All those straight +streets were empty. It looked as if those thousands of red +houses were uninhabited. But all the time I watched enormous +explosions rose in Lens and Liévin, sending up volumes of +curly smoke. The enemy was destroying the city and its +priceless mining works. As the mines exploded it looked as if +the earth had opened among all this maze of works and +cottages, letting forth turbulent clouds of fire and smoke. It +was mostly smoke with a stab of flame in the heart of it. Some +of these thick, rising clouds were richly coloured with the red +dust of cottages, but others were of absolute black, spreading +out in mushroom shape monstrously.</p> + +<p>The explosions continued all the morning and afternoon, and +after seeing those Alsatian prisoners I could imagine the +German pioneers under the same orders going about with +charges in the cellars of the houses and deep down in the +mine-shafts and galleries setting their fuses and touching them +off from a safe distance. It was dirty work. Meanwhile, our +men advancing from Liévin, and through it, were having a hard +and costly task to rout out the machine-gun emplacements, +especially in two terribly strong redoubts known to us as +Crook and Crazy Redoubts, defending the western side of +Lens. But though these were strong, fortified positions, there +were machine-guns in many other places among all those +groups of miners' cottages.</p> + +<p>I ought to explain that each group or collection of streets in +the square blocks is called a "cité." In the northern part of Lens +there are the Cité St.-Pierre, the Cité St.-Edouard, the Cité +St.-Laurent, the Cité Ste.-Auguste, and the Cité Ste.-Elisabeth. +Westward there are the Cité Jeanne-d'Arc and the Cité St.-Théodore. +South there are the Cité du Moulin and the Cité de +Riaumont. Each one of these places had its own separate +defences of barbed wire and sand-bag barricades, and each a +nest of machine-guns. It is clear that when these guns were +served by rear-guard posts, ordered to hold on to the last, a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +quick advance through Lens would have been at great and +needless sacrifice of life. When our men were checked a while +by the terrible sweep of bullets in the northern and western +cités our artillery opened heavy fire and poured in shells, which +I watched from ground below Notre-Dame-de-Lorette. I had +walked on from that ridge and was looking into Lens when I +saw a movement of men below an embankment to the right of +the small hill in the south of the city called Bois de Riaumont. +Between the embankment and the hill was a sunken road +leading just below the hill to a long straight street of ruined +houses lined with an avenue of dead trees. There were belts +of wire fixed down the hill-side from the wood on the crest. +This ground, swept by sunlight, was the scene of a grim little +drama which I watched with intense interest. At first I +thought our men were about to make a direct assault upon the +hill-side. They came swarming across the open ground in +small groups widely scattered, but in two distinct waves. For +a while they took cover under the embankment, while other +groups crept up to them; then, after half an hour or so, they +advanced again, half-left, at the double, led by an officer well +in advance of all his men. They crossed the sunken road and +went up the slope on the south side of the hill; but, instead of +pressing up to the crest, suddenly disappeared into the long, +straight street fringed with trees. No sooner had they gone +down that sinister street then the enemy flung a barrage right +along the embankment where they had first assembled. If +they had still been there it would have been a tragic business, +and I felt joyful that they had not waited longer. Other men +crept up from the ground below where I stood, steered an +erratic course, took cover in old German trenches, and then +made short, sharp rushes till they dropped also into the sinister +street. Later in the afternoon the enemy barraged his old line +of trenches with heavy crumps—which is a way he has when +he leaves a place—and presently shells began to fall unpleasantly +near to where I stood, getting closer as time passed. I found +it wise to shift three times, but on scaling the high ridge of +Notre-Dame-de-Lorette again I lingered to look at the great +picture of war outspread below—that long seven-mile stretch +of miners' villages crowding densely up to Lens—the great +outbursts of red and black smoke between the slag-heaps and +chimneys away to the battlefield of Loos, across which sunlight<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +and shadows chased in long bars—and our shell-fire heavy +around Lens church and far beyond where enemy's troops and +transport were hurrying in retreat. Overhead there was the +loud droning of many aeroplanes and flights of invisible shells, +shrill-voiced as they travelled with frightful speed.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">Later</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The weather has changed again since yesterday, and there is +no blue in the sky to-day and no sunshine, but cold rain-storms, +cloaking all the line of battle in shrouds of mist. Fires are +still burning in Lens, the grey smoke is drifting across the +mine-fields, and every hour there are big explosions, showing +that the German pioneers are still busy destroying all the +wealth of machinery in the city and blowing up the roads +before leaving. New prisoners describe all this frankly enough. +Down one mine-shaft they flung 20,000 hand-grenades. They +have enormous stores of explosives of every kind for this +purpose, because this mining district was crammed with +German stores. They had to leave Liévin in such haste that +they could neither carry away this ammunition nor destroy all +of it, and vast quantities of bombs, trench-mortars and shells +have fallen into our hands.</p> + +<p>Yesterday the English and Irish troops who had taken Bois-en-Hache +with such fine courage, in spite of the most severe +conditions of weather and ground, worked farther forward +through Liévin. Explosions from concealed charges burst +around them, and machine-gun fire from many redoubts swept +down the long, straight streets of miners' cottages; but they +worked their way up under cover, rushed several of the concrete +emplacements, and took heroic risks with a most grim spirit. +During the evening the enemy recovered from his first panic +and sent supporting troops back into Lens to hold the line of +trenches and machine-gun forts on the western side in order to +delay our advance on to Lens until he has had more time to make +ready his positions in the Drocourt-Quéant line, the Wotan +end of the Hindenburg line, upon which we are forcing him to +withdraw. It makes a difference to a number of poor souls +expecting deliverance. According to prisoners there are about +2000 people, mostly women, old men, and children, living in +the district of Lens, and waiting to break their way through to +our side of the lines.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> + +<p>I set out to find them this morning, as there were reported +rumours that they had escaped through Liévin. But this is +untrue. Owing to the German rally they are still hemmed in +by the enemy's machine-gun redoubts, and I am told that they +are down in the cellars of a neighbouring village, taking cover +from the shell-fire which we are pouring on the hostile strong +points located in their cités.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile our guns are finding human targets for slaughter. +The sufferings of our men are great, their courage is tested by +fire; but the fate of the enemy's soldiers is atrocious beyond +all imaginings. I have seen with my own eyes the effect of +our gun-fire during the last fortnight, and it is annihilating. +Owing to our destruction and capture of many batteries and +the necessity of the German retreat to save further disaster, the +enemy's infantry have been in desperate plight and have +suffered torture. We have smashed their trenches, broken +their telephone wires, imprisoned them in barrages through +which no food can come. In captured letters and memoranda +we find cries for rescue, pitiful in their despair. Here is a +message from the 3rd Battalion, 51st Infantry Regiment:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"Since the telephone connexion is so inadequate it becomes +doubly necessary to call on the artillery by light signals. These +are only of use if attended to. Failing to get artillery reply +to the enemy's fire I sent up red star-shells. The artillery took +no notice. The artillery should be bound to reply to such +signals.</p> + +<p>"For our infantry, which since the Somme battles has been +on the defensive, it is, from the point of view of moral, of +importance to count on artillery support with certainty. The +infantry that comes to regard itself morally as a target for the +hostile artillery must in the long run give way."</p></blockquote> + +<p>Here is an extract from a memorandum sent by a German +machine-gunner:</p> + +<blockquote><p>"The relief of this detachment is earnestly requested. We +have already spent seven days in the greatest tumult. One +section of trench after another gets blown in. The detachment, +which now consists of three men, has eaten nothing since +yesterday morning. To-morrow what remains of the front +trenches will probably be shattered. If the position were not +so frightfully serious, I would not have written this report."</p></blockquote><p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span></p> + +<p>Yesterday I spent half an hour with one of our own batteries +of 60-pounders, those long-nosed beasts which have a range of +five miles and have helped in this great slaughter of the enemy. +The commanding officer, once a judge-advocate of Johannesburg, +was a man whose joviality covered a grim, resolute +spirit.</p> + +<p>"My beauties," he said, "fired 1000 high-velocity shells at +Old Fritz before breakfast on Monday morning. We did some +very pretty work on the German lines."</p> + +<p>I saw his store of shells—monstrous brutes—in spite of all +this expenditure; and listened to details of destruction in a +wooden hut, provided with a piano—made by a Paris firm +and captured recently in a German dug-out.</p> + +<p>"Don't your gunners get worn out?" I asked.</p> + +<p>He laughed and said, "They stick it till all's blue, night +and day. What they hate are fatigues and carrying up the +shells for other batteries. They'll work till they drop, serving +their own guns."</p> + +<p>He looked over to Lens and said, "We'll soon have old Fritz +out of that." I think they were some of his shells that I saw +bursting behind the Bois de Riaumont.</p> + +<p>All through this battle our airmen have been untiring, too. +Two of our men, a pilot and an observer, were attacked by a +squadron of twenty-eight hostile machines, and the pilot was +grievously wounded. He was badly hit in the leg, and one of +his eyes hung only by a thread. But, with a supreme act +of courage, he kept control of his machine and landed safely. +He was dying when he was helped on to a stretcher and +brought home to camp; but he made his report very clearly +and calmly until he was overcome by the last faintness of +death.</p> + +<p>Our men have still most bloody fighting before them. The +enemy is still in great strength. We shall have to mourn most +tragic and fearful losses. But the tide of battle seems to be +setting in our favour, and beating back against the walls of the +German armies, who must hear the approach of it with forebodings, +because the barriers they built have broken and there +are no impregnable ramparts behind.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> +<h3>VI</h3> + +<h3>THE SLAUGHTER AT LAGNICOURT</h3> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 16</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>What happened at Lagnicourt yesterday is one of the bloodiest +episodes in all this long tale of slaughter. At 4.30, before daybreak, +the enemy made a very heavy attack upon our lines, +where we are far beyond the old system of trenches and for a +time in real open warfare of the old style, which I, for one, +never believed would come again. The enemy's lines were +protected with a new belt of barbed wire, without which he +can never stay on any kind of ground; but it was this which +proved his undoing. His massed attack against Australian +troops had a brief success. Battalions of Prussian Guards, +charging in waves, broke through our forward posts, and drove +a deep wedge into our positions. Here they stayed for a time, +doing what damage they could, searching round for prisoners, +and waiting, perhaps, for reserves to renew and strengthen the +impetus of their attack. But the Australian staff officers were +swift in preparing and delivering the counter-blow, which fell +upon the enemy at 7.30. Companies of Australians swept +forward, and with irresistible spirit flung themselves upon the +Prussians, forcing them to retreat. They fell back in an +oblique line from their way of advance, forced deliberately that +way by the pressure and direction of the Australian attack. +At the same time our batteries opened fire upon them with +shrapnel as they ran, more and more panic-stricken, towards +their old lines. The greatest disaster befell them, for they found +themselves cut off by their own wire, those great broad belts of +sharp spiked strands which they had planted to bar us off.</p> + +<p>What happened then was just appalling slaughter. The +Australian infantry used their rifles as never rifles have been +used since the first weeks of the war, when our old regulars of +the first expeditionary force lay down at Le Cateau on the way +of their retreat and fired into the advancing tide of Germans, +so that they fell in lines.</p> + +<p>Yesterday, in that early hour of the morning, the Australian +riflemen fired into the same kind of target of massed men, not +far away, so that each shot found the mark. The Prussians<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +struggled frantically to tear a way through the wire, to climb +over it, crawl under it. They cursed and screamed, ran up +and down like rats in a trap, until they fell dead. They fell +so that dead bodies were piled upon dead bodies in long lines +of mortality before and in the midst of that spiked wire. They +fell and hung across its strands. The cries of the wounded, +long tragic wails, rose high above the roar of rifle-fire and the +bursting of shrapnel. And the Australian soldiers, quiet and +grim, shot on and on till each man had fired a hundred rounds, +till more than fifteen hundred German corpses lay on the field at +Lagnicourt. Large numbers of prisoners were taken, wounded +and unwounded, and five Prussian regiments have been identified. +The Prussian Guard has always suffered from British +troops as by some dire fatality. At Ypres, at Contalmaison, in +several of the Somme battles, they were cut to pieces. But this +massacre at Lagnicourt is the worst episode in their history, +and it will be remembered by the German people as a black +and fearful thing.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VII</h3> + +<h3>THE TERRORS OF THE SCARPE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 23</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The battle of Arras has entered into its second phase—that is +to say, into a struggle harder than the first days of the battle +on April 9, when by a surprise, following great preparations, +we gained great successes all along the line.</p> + +<p>This morning, shortly before five o'clock, English, Welsh, and +Scottish troops made new and strong assaults east of Arras +upon the German line between Gavrelle, Guémappe, and +Fontaine-lez-Croisilles, which is the last switch-line on this part +of the Front between us and the main Hindenburg line. It +has been hard fighting everywhere, for the enemy was no longer +uncertain of the place where we should attack him. As soon +as the battle of Arras started it was clear to him that we should +deliver our next blow when we had moved forward our guns +upon this "Oppy" line, as we call it, which protects the +Hindenburg positions north and south of Vitry-en-Artois. His +troops were told to expect our attack at any moment, and to +hold on at all costs of life. To meet our strength the enemy +brought up many new batteries, which he placed in front of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +the Hindenburg line, and close behind the Oppy line, and +massed large numbers of machine-guns in the villages, trenches, +and emplacements, from which he could sweep our line of +advance by direct and enfilade +fire. These machine-guns +were thick in the ruins +of Rœux, just north of the +River Scarpe; in Pelves, +just south of it, in two +small woods called Bois du +Sart and Bois du Vert, immediately +facing Monchy, +on the slope of the hill; +and in and about the +village of Guémappe, which +we had assaulted and entered +twice before. Many +German snipers, men of +good marksmanship and +tried courage, were placed +all about in shell-holes with +orders to pick off our +officers and men, and the +enemy's gunners had registered +all our positions +so that they were ready +to drop down a heavy barrage +directly our men made +a sign of attacking. For +some days after the second +day of the battle of Arras +they had fired a great many +shells along and behind our +front lines in order to shake +the nerve of our troops, and had poured fire into Monchy-on-the-Hill +after its capture by our cavalry and infantry during those +deadly hours of fighting already described. It was only to be +expected that this second phase of the battle of Arras should +be extremely hard. For our men it is a battle to the death. +Fighting is in progress at all the points attained by our troops, +and there is an ebb and flow of men—beaten back for a while<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +by intensity of fire, but attacking again and getting forward. +It is certain that Gavrelle is ours (thus breaking the Oppy +line north of the River Scarpe); that our men are beyond +Guémappe, on the south of the Scarpe, though the enemy is +still fighting at this hour of the afternoon in or about that +village; and that on the extreme right of the attack the enemy +has suffered disaster north of Croisilles, and has lost large +numbers of men in killed and prisoners.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 285px;"> +<a href="images/i136-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i136.jpg" width="285" height="600" alt="Line on April 23, 1917" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<p>At the outset of the attack the enemy showed himself ready +to meet it with a fierce resistance. Last night was terribly +cold, and our troops lying out in shell-holes or in shallow +trenches dug a day or two ago, suffered from this exposure. +The Scottish troops of the 15th Division on the south of +the Scarpe had fought in the first days' battles of Arras, +and, with English troops of the 37th, had gone forward to +Monchy and into the storm-centre of the German fire. Some +of the men I met to-day had been buried by German +crumps, and had been dug out again, and as they lay waiting +for the hour of attack shells fell about them and the sky +was aflame with flashes of our bombs. The men craved +for something hot to drink. "I would have given all the +money I have for a cup of tea," said one of them. But +they nibbled dry biscuits and waited for the dawn, and hoped +they would not be too numb when the light came to get up +and walk. The light came very pale over the earth, and with +it the signal to attack. Our bombardment had been steady +all through the night, and then broke into hurricane fire. As +soon as our men left the trenches our gunners laid down a +barrage in front of them, and made a moving wall of shells +ahead of them—a frightful thing to follow, but the safest if +the men did not go too quick or fail to distinguish between the +line of German shells and our own. It was not easy to distinguish, +for our men had hardly risen from the shell-holes and +ditches before the enemy's barrage started, and all the ground +about them was vomiting up fountains of mud and shell-splinters. +At the same time there came above all the noise of +shell-fire a furnace-blast of machine-guns. Machine-gunners in +Rœux and Pelves, in the two small woods in front of Monchy, +and in the ground about Guémappe were slashing all the slopes +and roads below Monchy-on-the-Hill.</p> + +<p>"It was the most awful machine-gun fire I have heard," said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +a young Gordon this morning, as he came back with a bullet +in his hip. "The beggars were ready for us, and made it very +hot. But we folk went on, those of us who weren't hit quickly, +and made an attack on the village of Guémappe."</p> + +<p>"The enemy dropped his barrage on to us mighty quick," +said a Worcestershire lad, "but we managed, most of us, to +get past his crumps. It took a lot of dodging in shell-holes, +and the worst was his machine-gun fire, which was terrific."</p> + +<p>Below Monchy the enemy was in trenches defended by +enfilade fire from redoubts along the Cambrai road, and when +our English troops swept down on them the Germans ran at +once up their own slope to the cover of a wood called Bois du +Sart. Only one officer and two men remained, and they were +taken prisoner, and I saw them being marched back under +escort. The officer was a young Bavarian without a hat; he +bore himself very jauntily, though his face was white and he +was covered with dirt.</p> + +<p>The Worcesters and Hampshires of the 29th Division, farther +north and just south of the Scarpe, were held up for some time +by the intensity of the machine-gun fire, and before getting on +had to wait the arrival of a Tank which was crawling up by +way of the lone copse. They were then fighting heavily about +Shrapnel-and-Bayonet Trench, and afterwards made their way +forward again under heavy fire, and passed a number of German +snipers lying in shell-holes to right and left of them. They +were swept by machine-gun fire and heavily counter-attacked.</p> + +<p>To the north of the River Scarpe our progress was quicker, +and Scottish battalions of the 15th Division made their advance +towards Rœux by way of a fortified farm and chemical works, +in which machine-guns were hidden. Round about here the +enemy lost very heavily. In trying to escape from the ruins +of the farm many of them were killed and lay in a row to the +left of the place. In the chemical works those who had not +escaped before our men were upon them surrendered at once. +The attack and capture of Gavrelle, which broke the Oppy +line, was the best thing done on the left of the attack. This is +important ground for future operations.</p> + +<p>Guémappe, to the south of the river, is the scene of the most +severe attacks and counter-attacks; and it is clear that the +enemy sets a great price on this heap of bricks, because of its +position on the Cambrai road. Before this morning it has<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> +been the scene of fierce encounters; and to-day the 3rd +Bavarian Division (which has taken the place of the 18th +Division, at whom they had jeered for losing so many prisoners +in recent battles) is at close quarters with our men; and round +about the village there is deadly hand-to-hand fighting. The +trenches here are full of Germans, and the enemy has sent up +supports.</p> + +<p>The 101st Pomeranian Regiment, belonging to the 35th +Reserve Division, surrendered in solid masses to our men in +the neighbourhood of Fontaine-lez-Croisilles. For several days +they had suffered under our bombardment, and it so shook +their nerve that as soon as our troops advanced they came out +of their dug-outs in the support trenches—the front line was +not held at all—and gave themselves to our men in blocks of +500 without any attempt to fight. On this ground between +the Cojeul and Sensée rivers, where our advance was on a +curved line following the shape of the rising ground, we took +at least 1200 prisoners and a battery of field-guns.</p> + +<p>It is fortunate—in counting the high price of the battle—that +many of our wounded are only lightly touched by shrapnel +and machine-gun bullets. I saw these walking wounded +coming back; tired, brave men, who bore their pain with most +stoic endurance, so that there was hardly a groan to be heard +among them. Now and again overhead was the shrill whine +of an approaching shell, "Whistling Percy" by name, but they +paid no heed after their great escape from the far greater peril. +They formed up in a long queue outside the dressing-station, +where doctors waited for them, and where there was a hot +drink to be had. They were covered with mud, and were too +weary and spent to talk. That long line of silent, wounded men +will always remain in my memory.</p> + +<p>Outside in the sunlight, waiting their turn to enter the +dressing-station, some of the men lay down on the bank in +queer, distorted attitudes very like death, and slept there. +Others came hobbling with each arm round the neck of the +stretcher-bearers, or led forward blind, gropingly. It was the +whimper of these blind boys and the agony on their faces which +was most tragic in all this tragedy, those and the men smashed +about the face and head so that only their eyes stared through +white masks. Near by were German prisoners standing against +the sunlit wall, pale, sick, and hungry-looking men, utterly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> +dejected. A German aeroplane flew overhead on the way +behind our lines, shot at all the way by our anti-aircraft guns, +but very bold. Our kite-balloons, white as snow-clouds in the +blue sky, stared over the battlefield where our men are still +fighting in the midst of great shell-fire.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 25</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>This battle which is still in progress east of Arras is developing +rather like the early days of the Somme battles, when our men +fought stubbornly to gain or regain a few hundred yards of +trenches in which the enemy resisted under the cover of great +gun-fire, and to which he sent up strong bodies of supporting +troops to drive our men out by counter-attacks. In the +ground east of Monchy, between the Scarpe and the Sensée +rivers, the situation is exactly like that, and, as I said yesterday, +the line of battle has ebbed to and fro in an astounding way, +British and German troops fighting forwards and backwards +over the same ground with alternating success.</p> + +<p>An attack made by Scottish troops of the 15th Division +yesterday afternoon, and by English troops of the 29th at 3.30 +this morning, re-established our line on this side of the two +woods called Bois du Vert and Bois du Sart, and on the farther +side of Guémappe. Parties of British troops who had been +cut off and were believed to be in the hands of the enemy +were recovered yesterday, having held out in a most gallant +way in isolated positions. Among them were some of the +Argylls and men of the Middlesex Regiment. Our barrage +preceding an infantry attack actually swept over them, and +they gave themselves up for lost, but escaped from the British +shells and the German shells which burst all round them and +seemed in competition for their lives.</p> + +<p>A similar case happened with a party of Worcester men +recovered last night. They were cut off in a small copse, and +lay quiet there for several days, surrounded by the enemy. +They had their iron rations with them, and lived on these until +they were gone. They were then starving and suffering great +agony from lack of water. But still they would not surrender, +and last night were rewarded for their endurance by seeing the +enemy retire before the advancing waves of English troops.</p> + +<p>The enemy is suffering big losses, but is replacing them each +time by fresh battalions. The Fourth Division of the Prussian<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> +Guards has now been brought up against us, among several +other new divisions. They continue to show determination to +hold us back from a nearer approach to the Hindenburg line in +spite of the frightful casualties already suffered. There have +been no fewer than eight counter-attacks already upon the +village of Gavrelle, and not one of them has reached our men, +but they have been broken and dispersed.</p> + +<p>In the first counter-attack upon our line opposite Monchy, +between 2000 and 3000 Germans left the Bois du Vert, but after +many hundreds had fallen retired to reorganize. The second +attack was in greater numbers and rolled back our line for a +time, but has now been forced to retire to its old position in +the woods, which we keep continually under intense fire, so +that much slaughter must be there.</p> + +<p>Our guns never cease their labouring night and day, and are +shelling the enemy's infantry positions, batteries, lines of +communication, rail-heads, and cross-roads, so that no troops +may move except under the menace of death or mutilation. +Nevertheless, faced by great peril to his main defensive lines, +the enemy is massing troops rapidly for battle on even a bigger +scale. Our own men are passing through fiery ordeals with that +courage which is now known to the whole world, so that I need +not labour to describe it—a patient courage in great hardships, +self-sacrifice in the midst of great perils, sane and unbroken in +spite of horrors upon which the imagination dare not dwell.</p> + +<p>From the colonel of the Worcesters of the 29th Division I heard +to-day a narrative which would surely make the angels weep, +but though just out of the infernal ordeal he told it calmly, +and his hand only trembled slightly as he pointed on his trench-map +to positions which his men had taken and where they had +most suffered. His story deals with only a small section of the +battle front, and all the fighting which he directed had for its +object certain trenches which would mean nothing if I gave +their names. (They were Strong and Windmill Trench.)</p> + +<p>His battalion headquarters were in a dug-out actually in the +front trench line from which his men attacked, and it was +lucky, for after the troops had gone forward the enemy's +barrage fell behind them and destroyed the ground. The +colonel, with his adjutant, his sergeant-major, and his servant, +shared this battle headquarters with the commanding officer +and staff of the Hampshires, but not for long. Heavy German<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> +crumps were smashing round them, and the enemy's barrage-fire +swept up and down searching for human life. The colonel +of the Hampshires was wounded, and two of his officers were +killed. The colonel of the Worcesters, who was left to record +this history, could tell very little of what was happening to his +men there in the battle less than a thousand yards away. A +wounded sergeant came back and said that the left company +was holding out against German counter-attacks. Later two +young officers came back to Pick-and-Shrapnel Trench with a +party of men and said they had been ordered to retire by a +strange captain. The colonel rallied the men, and they went +back and retook Windmill Trench near by. Messages came +down that men were half mad for lack of water. The colonel +sent up water by a carrying-party, but he believes that they +delivered it to the enemy, who had crept up through the +darkness which had now fallen. All through the day on each +side of this Worcestershire colonel great bodies of troops were +fighting forward under intense shell-fire. He saw the enemy's +massed counter-attacks slashed by our shrapnel and machine-gun +fire, and our field-batteries galloping to forward positions, +but he could see nothing of his own men after they had once +gone forward down the sloping ground. His runners were +killed or fell senseless from shell-shock. He himself was buried +by a shell and dug out again by his sergeant-major. In the +night he was left quite alone, surrounded by dead.</p> + +<p>That is one experience in the great battle, and thousands of +our men endured and are enduring dreadful things in the fierce +fighting and under intense fire. Once out of it, they are calm +and self-controlled, as I saw many of them to-day just as they +had been relieved, and the strongest expression they use is, +"It is very hot, sir," or "I didn't think I should come back."</p> + +<p>The wounded are marvellous. The lightly wounded have a +long way to walk, hobbling for miles down unsafe roads. +Many of them walked back through Monchy when it was a +flaming torch. Weary and dazed they came to the casualty +clearing-station, not even now beyond the range of shell-fire, so +that men who have escaped from the battlefields, waiting to +have their wounds dressed, hear the old shrill whistle of the +approaching menace, but do not care. It is only by such +courage that our men can gain any ground from the enemy, +and it is such courage that beats back all those heavy counter-attacks<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +which the enemy is now hurling against us up by +Gavrelle and by Monchy-on-the-Hill.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VIII</h3> + +<h3>THE BACKGROUND OF BATTLE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">April 30</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>There has been but little time lately to describe the scene of +war or to chronicle the small human episodes of this great +battle between Lens and St.-Quentin, with its storm-centre at +Arras, where men are fighting in mass, killing in mass, dying +in mass. Some day one of our soldiers now fighting—some +young man with a gift of words—will write for all time the +story of all this: the beauty and the ugliness and the agony +of it, the colour and the smell and the movement of it, with +intimate and passionate remembrance. It is a memorable +battle-picture in modern history, and in the mass of hundreds +of thousands of men, obedient to the high command, which +uses them as parts of the great war machine, is the individual +with his own separate experience and initiative, with his sense +of humour and his suffering, and his courage and his fear.</p> + +<p>The scene of battle has changed during these last few days +because spring has come at last, and warm sunshine. It has +made a tremendous difference to the look of things, and to the +sense of things. A week ago our men were marching through +rain and sleet, through wild quagmire of old battlefields which +stretch away behind our new front lines, through miles of shell-craters +and dead woods and destroyed villages. They fought +wet and fought cold, and their craving was for hot drink. +Yesterday, after a few days of warmth, our troops on the +march were powdered white with dust, and they fought hot +and fought thirsty, and the wounded cried for water to cool +their burning throats. Men going up to the lines in lorries +stared out through masks of dust which made then look like +pierrots. Their steel helmets, upon which rain pattered a week +ago, were like millers' hats. More frightful now, even than in +the worst days of winter, is the way up to the Front. In all +that broad stretch of desolation we have left behind us the +shell-craters which were full of water, red water and green +water, are now dried up, and are hard, deep pits, scooped out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +of powdered earth, from which all vitality has gone, so that +spring brings no life to it. I thought perhaps some of these +shell-slashed woods would put out new shoots when spring +came, and watched them curiously for any sign of rebirth, but +there is no sign, and their poor, mutilated limbs, their broken +and tattered trunks, stand naked under the blue sky. Everything +is dead with a white, ghastly look in the brilliant sunshine +except where here and there in the litter of timber and brickwork +which marks the site of a French village, a little bush is +in bud, or flowers blossom in a scrap-heap which was once a +garden. All this is the background of our present battle, and +through this vast stretch of barren country our battalions move +slowly forward to take their part in the battle when their turn +comes, resting a night or two among the ruins where other +men who work always behind the lines, road-mending, wiring, +on supply columns, at ammunition dumps, in casualty clearing-stations +and rail-heads, have made their billets on the lee side +of broken walls or in holes dug deep by the enemy and reported +safe for use. Dead horses lie on the roadsides or in shell-craters. +I passed a row of these poor beasts as though all +had fallen down and died together in a last comradeship. Dead +Germans, or bits of dead Germans, lie in old trenches, and +these fields are the graveyards of Youth.</p> + +<p>Farther forward the earth is green again in strips. The +bombardment has not yet torn it and pitted it, and the shell-craters +are scarcer and their sloping sides are fresh. One gets +to know the date of a crater, and its freshness is a warning +sign that the enemy's guns dislike this patch of ground and +anything that may live there. So it is that one gets close to +the present fighting, and now under this first sunshine of the +year there is a strange and terrible beauty in the battle-picture.</p> + +<p>I watched our shelling of the Hindenburg line at Quéant +from the ground by Lagnicourt, where the Australians +slaughtered the enemy in the recent counter-attack. White as +fleecy clouds in the sky was the smoke of our shrapnel bursts, +and there was the glinting and flashing of shells above the +enemy's trench, which wound like a tape on the slope of the +rising ground above the village of Quéant, and through the +fringe of trees below. A storm of shells broke over Bullecourt +to the left, and the enemy was answering back with 5·9's, +searching the valley which runs down from Noreuil, as I watched<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span> +it while it was under fire. The Germans were barraging the +crest of the hill, with their universal-shell bursting high with +black oily clouds. One of our aeroplanes had fallen, and the +enemy's gunners in the Hindenburg line tried to destroy it by +long-range sniping. Our own guns were firing steadily, so that +the sky was filled with invisible flights of shells, and always +there came down the humming song of our aeroplanes, and +their wings were dazzling and diaphanous as they were caught +by the sun's rays. That is the picture one sees now along any +part of our line, but the adventure of the men inside the smoke-drifts +is more human in its aspect.</p> + +<p>It was a queer scene when the Australians went into Lagnicourt. +Some Germans were still hiding in their dug-outs, and +the Australian troops searched for them with fixed bayonets. +In some of these hiding-places they found great stores of +German beer, and it was a good find for men thirsty and glad +of a smoke. So this mopping-up battalion, as it is called, +mopped up the beer, which was very light and refreshing, and, +with fat cigars between their teeth, a bottle of beer in one hand +and a bayonet ready in the other, continued their hunt for +prisoners. During the fighting hereabouts 200 German soldiers +came across under the white flag as a sign of surrender, but +they were seen by their own machine-gunners, who shot them +down without mercy. So one gets comedy and tragedy hand-in-hand +here, and, indeed, the whole tale of this fighting on +the way to Quéant is a mixture of gruesome horror and fantastic +mirth, which makes men laugh grimly when telling the tale +of it.</p> + +<p>I went about three days ago over the battlefield with a +young Australian officer, a gallant man and a quick walker, +who was the first to get news of the enemy's attack. He was +at headquarters, awake but sleepy, in the small hours of +morning.</p> + +<p>Presently the telephone bell tinkled. "Hallo," said the +Australian officer, and yawned. A small voice spoke: "The +enemy has broken through. He has got to Lagnicourt."</p> + +<p>"What's that?" said the officer at the 'phone. It seemed +a silly joke at such an hour. The message was repeated, and +my friend was very wide awake, and what happened afterwards +was very rapid.</p> + +<p>The Australian Gunner-General gave orders to stop up the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span> +gaps in the German wire through which the enemy had come. +They were closed by shell-fire. The attacking column, having +failed in time to destroy the field-guns, tried to escape, but +found their retreat cut off. Three thousand of them suffered +appalling casualties, and I saw some of their dead bodies lying +on the ground three days ago, though most have now been +buried.</p> + +<p>On another part of the line held by the English troops a +queer bird was captured the other day. It was a blue bird in +the form of a German officer wearing a gay uniform, with a big +cloak and spurs, brought down by one of our airmen. He +seemed sleepy when caught, and yawned politely behind a +closed hand, and explained the cause of his unfortunate appearance +behind our lines. It appears that the commanding +officer of his air squadron at Cambrai went on leave, and his +officers and other friends consoled themselves by drinking good +red wine. In the morning, after a late night, they decided to +go out on reconnaissance; and the officer in the sky-blue cloak +agreed that he also would make a flight, and so perform his +duty to the Fatherland. A pilot took him up; but, instead of +making a reconnaissance, he fell fast asleep and saw nothing +of a British aeroplane swooping upon him from a high cloud. +A bullet in the petrol-tank drove down the German machine, +and the officer in the sky-blue cloak stepped out, saluted, +surrendered, and a little later fell asleep again.</p> + +<p>An air prisoner is always more noticeable than the batches +of infantry who come back to our lines after one of our attacks, +but there was something unusual in the sight of seventy-three +Germans led by a young English soldier from the zone of fire +in this latest fighting. Our man was a young private of Suffolks, +chubby-faced and small in body, though of a high spirit.</p> + +<p>"What are you doing with those men?" asked an officer. +"Why isn't there a proper escort?"</p> + +<p>"They are my prisoners," said the boy; "they have just +surrendered to me, and I'm taking them back to our camp."</p> + +<p>During attacks near Monchy one of our young officers was +lying in a shell-hole with a thin line of men, mostly wounded. +Presently a Tank crawled up, and a voice spoke from it: +"That's a hot spot of yours. You had better come inside for +a bit."</p> + +<p>"How shall I get in?" said the young infantry officer.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +A voice from the Tank said: "Come round to this side." +The young officer climbed in through a hole, and said "Thanks +very much" to the Tank officer, who drove him close to the +enemy's line, enabled him to see the position, and then brought +him back to his shell-hole.</p> + +<p>These things are happening on the field of battle, and there +are many of our officers and men who have such fantastic +experiences, and tell them as though they were normal +adventures of life.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>IX</h3> + +<h3>HOW THE SCOTS TOOK GUÉMAPPE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">May 1</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Birds are singing their spring songs on this May Day in the +woods very close to where men are fighting, and the fields on +the edge of the shell-crater country are yellow with cowslips, +so that war seems more hateful than ever, when the earth is +so good, and all the colour and scent of it. But the work of +war goes on whatever the weather. To-day, as well as yesterday, +the enemy's chief targets were Arleux, captured by the +Canadians, and Guémappe, which fell to Scottish troops, both +of which places he has tried to take back by repeated and +violent counter-attacks. He is still in a trench on the east side +of Guémappe, running down to a bit of ruin called Cavalry +Farm, where there has been close fighting for several days since +the great battle on April 23, when Guémappe was taken by the +Scots of the 15th Division.</p> + +<p>That battle round Guémappe is a great episode in the history +of the Scottish troops in France. It was fighting which lasted +for nearly a week after the hour of attack in the first daylight +of April 23. At that hour long waves of the Seaforths, Black +Watch, and Camerons left the trenches they had dug under +shell-fire, and went forward towards Guémappe. They were +faced at once by blasts of machine-gun fire, and although +our artillery barrage crashed across the field some of the +German strong points were still held in force. At one, about +which I know most, there was a gap between the Seaforths +and Camerons owing to the feeble light of the dawn, in which +men could only dimly see, but this was filled up by some +companies of the Black Watch. For nearly three hours the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span> +Scots were held up by the fire of German machine-guns and +artillery, and suffered many casualties, but they fought on, +each little group of men acting with separate initiative, and it +is to their honour as soldiers that they destroyed every machine-gun +post in front of them. One sergeant of the Black Watch +fought his way down a bit of trench alone and knocked out +the gun-crew so that the line could advance. Two hundred +prisoners were taken in that first forward sweep, when the +Seaforths advanced in long lines and went through and +beyond the village of Guémappe with loud shouts and cheers. +They were checked again by machine-gun fire from many +different directions, and immediately from the ruin called +Cavalry Farm ahead of them. This was afterwards cleared, +and many Germans lie dead there. Then between eleven +and twelve in the morning the enemy developed his first +counter-attack. He massed masses of men in the valley +below Guémappe, flung a storm of shells on to the village, +and then sent forward his troops to work round the spur +on which the Highlanders held their line. It was then +that the Camerons and Black Watch showed their fierce and +stubborn fighting spirit. They tore rents in the lines of +advancing Bavarians with Lewis-gun and rifle-grenade fire, and +the enemy's losses were great, so that the supporting troops +passed over lines of dead comrades. But the attack was +pressed by strong bodies of men, and the thin lines of the +Scots, exhausted by long hours of fighting, were forced to +swing back.</p> + +<p>We now know that first reports were wrong, when it was said +that the enemy retook Guémappe for a time. He never set +foot in it again, though the Scottish line fell back. Little +groups of Highland officers and men refused to retreat. Some +of them held the cemetery and defended it against all attacks. +A captain of the Black Watch with seventy men remained in +the north of the village for four hours, though they had no +protection on either flank. One officer and twelve men of the +Camerons at another spot refused to leave during the retirement, +and were found still holding out when their comrades renewed +their attack and regained the ground. Another officer of the +Camerons lost all the men of his machine-gun team, but brought +up the gun himself and worked it with another officer already +wounded. Afterwards, to save ammunition, he sniped the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> +enemy with their own rifles which they had dropped on the +field. Later the village of Guémappe was isolated, for our +artillery bombardment prevented all approach by the enemy. +Then another brigade of Scots streamed round by the north +of the village, and the whole line of Highland troops swept +back the enemy. By that time the Bavarian troops had +no more fight in them, and knew they were beaten. They +retired in great disorder, leaving great numbers of dead and +wounded.</p> + +<p>For a day and a half the Scots were able to rest a little, +though always under shell-fire; but afterwards there was fierce +patrol fighting round Cavalry Farm and in outposts near by. +The enemy's fire was intense, and he commanded this position +from the high ground to the north, but small parties of Scots +held on doggedly outside the ruins of the farm until, after five +days, they were withdrawn.</p> + +<p>I have told all this briefly; but, even so, I hope it may +reveal a little of the stubborn courage with which those men +refused to give way, and when forced back for a few hours after +great losses, regained the ground they had captured with a +spirit which belongs to the history of their fighting clans.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>X</h3> + +<h3>THE OPPY LINE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">May 2</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>There have been no strong infantry attacks along our front +to-day, none of any kind as far as I know. It has been a day +for the guns alone, and as my ears could bear witness, and +every nerve in my body, they have made the most of it under +the blue sky. All our batteries were hard at work, heavy +howitzers with broad blunt snouts, long-muzzled long-ranged +60-pounders, and farther forward, on the landscape of the +battlefield, field-guns drumming out salvos with staccato +knocks above the full deep blasts of the monsters behind them.</p> + +<p>Somehow in this bright sunlight, flooding all the countryside +with a golden haze and painting the fields with vivid colour—yellow +where the new shell-holes had dug deep pits, red-brown +where it had lain quiet since the war, emerald-green where +strips of grass grew between the plots of barbed wire and a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> +tangle of old trenches—on such a day as this, with a light +wind driving fleecy clouds through the sky, and wild flowers +like little stars at one's feet, and larks singing with a high +ecstasy, war and blood and death seemed abominably out of +place. Yet they were there all three, round about Oppy and +Gavrelle, and on the ground below Bailleul, thrust before one's +eyes, rising to one's nostrils, making hideous noises about one. +It would have been so much better in such a May as this to +stroll on the way to Oppy, in this first sunshine of the year, +without a thought of what men might be watching. But +when, standing on the crest above, I showed half my body +above a bit of earth, an officer who lives below the earth said, +"It's better to keep down. The blighters can see us all right."</p> + +<p>And to stroll into Oppy one must have many machine-guns +with one, and be preceded by a storm of heavy shells, making +a steel wall before one. One day soon, I suppose, our men will +go in again like that, to find a litter of men's bodies, some +living men trembling in cellars, and another little bit of hell. +We were making a hell of it to-day for any young Germans +there. Our guns made good target practice of it, flinging up +rosy clouds of dust from its ruins of red brick. But one house +still stands in Oppy Wood. It is a big white château, which is +clearly visible with empty windows and broken roofs through +a thin fringe of dead trees. A sinister ghostly place, even at +broad noonday, and no man alive would sit alone there in its +big salon unless he had gone mad with shell-shock, for that +white house is another target for guns, and while I watched our +shells crashed through the trees about it.</p> + +<p>Below Oppy, where our men fought a few days ago, is +Gavrelle, which is ours, above Greenland Hill, where there is a +broken village among the trees, from which we can look down +across the River Scarpe. To the left of Oppy is Arleux-en-Gohelle, +recently captured by Canadians, who fought through +its streets, and to the southern side of it is the ruin of a sugar +factory, 500 yards or so from the outskirts of Bailleul, an old +grey place, with broken walls and roofs, and a railway station +with a deep embankment. These places were targets for the +German guns, especially Arleux and Bailleul railway station, +and heavy crumps came whining and then crashing, and +flinging up clouds of black smoke—as black and as big as the +evil genii that came from the bottle and played the devil.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> + +<p>The enemy's guns were very active to-day, as our communiqué +would say. But one of our forward observing officers, a +young man in a dusty ditch, with a telescope and a telephone, +and a steel hat which is only a faith cure for heavy shell-fire, +was chuckling over this morning's business.</p> + +<p>"It was very funny," he said. "The Boche started counter-battery +work, but we answered back too quick, and knocked +out one of his batteries smack in the eye. That group has +kept quiet since then."</p> + +<p>He pointed to some broken things lying about the field outside +Oppy, and said: "The aeroplanes have been dropping +about a good deal. There has been some very hot work in +this part of the sky." The sky above us then was full of the +throb and hum of aeroplanes, and to the tune of them birds +went on singing, but other birds, invisible, sang louder than +the larks, with high, shrill, whistling cries which make one feel +cold and crouch low if they sing too close overhead. So the +battle of guns went on, and troops, marching over dusty +ground pock-marked with shell-craters, all white and barren, +between belts of rusty wire, paid no heed to bursting crumps, +and in the new-made craters or in old trenches, or in special +holes just dug for shelter, sat down out of the wind and cooked +their food, and slept so much like other bodies who will never +wake, that once or twice I thought they were dead, these +single figures sprawling in the dust, with sand-bags for their +pillows. Away on the skyline were a few dim towers faintly +pencilled against the golden haze, and one taller than the others +standing apart.</p> + +<p>"Douai," said a gunner officer. Yes; it was Douai, old in +history and full of ancient buildings, which hold many memories +of faith and scholarship and peace. The tall, lone tower which +I saw was the great belfry of Douai. It seemed very far away, +with the German lines on this side of it; but I remember how +I used to see the clock-tower of Bapaume (no longer standing, +alas!) as far and dim as this, so that it seemed as though we should +never fight our way to it. But one day I walked into Bapaume +with the Australian troops, who had entered it that morning. +And so one day we may walk into Douai, if luck is with us.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> +<h3>XI</h3> + +<h3>THE BATTLE OF MAY 3</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">May 3</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Another day of close, fierce, difficult fighting is now in progress, +having begun early this morning in the darkness and going on +down a long front in hot sunshine and dust and the smoke of +innumerable shells.</p> + +<p>Among the battalions engaged were the Royal Scots, East +Yorks, Shropshire Light Infantry, the Norfolks, Suffolks, East +Kents and West Kents, Royal Fusiliers, East Surreys, Worcesters, +Hampshires, King's Own Scottish Borderers, East +Lancs and South Lancs, Gloucesters, Argylls, Seaforths and +Black Watch, and the Middlesex and London Regiments. They +belonged to the 3rd, 12th, 37th, 29th, 17th, 15th, and 56th +Divisions.</p> + +<p>At many points our troops have succeeded in getting forward +in spite of great resistance from fresh German regiments and +intense artillery-fire. The most important gains of the day are +in the direction of the village of Chérisy, where ground has +been won by English battalions, and round Bullecourt by the +Australians with Devons and Gordons on their left.</p> + +<p>This thrusts the enemy by Fontaine-lez-Croisilles, where he is +still holding out, into a narrow pointed salient, which should be +utterly untenable. The way to Chérisy was taken rapidly by +men of the West Kents and East Surreys of the 18th Division +without any serious check, although there was savage machine-gun +fire. At Fontaine-lez-Croisilles our men found it very difficult +to get forward owing to the strength of the enemy's +defences south of the wood, and an abominable barrage of +heavy shell-fire. They bombed their way down 600 yards of +trench, and established themselves round Fontaine Wood on +the north-west side of the village.</p> + +<p>Farther north fighting carried our line out from Guémappe +towards St.-Rohart Factory, just above Vis-en-Artois, but +signal rockets sent up here by our men may only come from +advanced posts ahead of the main line.</p> + +<p>South of the Scarpe, between Monchy and those two woods +of ill repute, the Bois du Vert and Bois du Sart, the battle has<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> +been similar to other struggles over the same ground, where +the enemy stares across to our lines from good cover and has +every inch of earth registered by his guns, with a clear field of +fire for his machine-guns, of which he has got numbers in +enfilade positions. English and Scottish battalions attacked +here this morning, and would not give way under the terrific +fire, but fought forward in small bodies until they gained the +line on the crest of Infantry Hill and 300 yards short of the +two woods, now linked together by the Germans with belts of +wire and well-dug trenches.</p> + +<p>North of the River Scarpe there is great fighting round +Rœux, Gavrelle, and Oppy by the Household Battalion, +Seaforths, Royal Irish Fusiliers, Warwicks, South African +Scottish of the 4th, 9th, and 6th Divisions, and other English +and Scottish battalions.</p> + +<p>Gavrelle has already been the scene of many attacks and +counter-attacks. It was here that in the fighting last month +the enemy advanced time after time in close waves, only to be +scythed down by our machine-guns, so that heaps of those +field-grey dead lie out there on the barren land. To-day those +dead were joined by many comrades. When our men advanced +they were met by masses of Germans, and once more the line +of battle had an ebb and flow, and both sides passed over the +dead and wounded in assault and retirement. Four times an +old windmill beyond the village changed hands. Four times +the Germans who had dislodged our men were cut to pieces and +thrust out. Men are fighting here as though these bits of brick +and wood are worth a king's ransom or a world's empire, and +in a way they are worth that, for the windmill of Gavrelle is +one point which will decide a battle or a series of battles upon +which the fate of two Empires is at stake. So it happens in +this war that a dust-heap like that other windmill at Pozières +in the crisis of the Somme battles becomes for hours or days +the prize of victory or the symbol of defeat.</p> + +<p>In Oppy, above Gavrelle, which I described yesterday as I +saw it in the golden haze, the Germans there, whom I could +not see, have been very busy. They knew this attack was +coming; it was clear that it must come to them, and at night +they worked hard to protect themselves, fear being their +taskmaster. They made machine-gun emplacements not only +in pits and trenches, but in branches of many trees, and wired<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span> +themselves in with many twisted strands. The Second Guards +Reserve, newly brought up, held the village and wood and the +white château, with its empty windows and broken roofs, and +kept below the ground when our gun-fire stormed above them. +So when our men attacked in that pale darkness of a May night +they found themselves at once in a hail of machine-gun bullets, +and later under shell-fire, which made a fury about them. +They penetrated into Oppy Wood, but owing to the massed +German troops, who counter-attacked fiercely, they did not +go far into the wood or lose themselves in such a death-trap. +They were withdrawn to the outskirts of Oppy, so that our +guns could get at the enemy and drive him below ground +again.</p> + +<p>Northwards we stormed and won long trenches running up +from Oppy to Arleux, and most necessary for further progress, +linking up with the Canadians, who made a great and successful +attack upon the village of Fresnoy, just south of Acheville.</p> + +<p>That was certainly a very gallant feat in face of many difficulties +of ground and most savage fire. They completely +surrounded the village and caught its garrison in a trap from +which they had no escape. After brief fighting with bombs +and bayonets the survivors surrendered, to the number of eight +officers and about 200 men belonging to the Fifteenth Reserve +Division of Prussians. What made them sick and sorry men +is that two of their battalions had just arrived in high spirits, +having troops in front of them who were weak, they had been +told, and they were ordered to attack Arleux this morning. +The Canadians attacked first, and by six o'clock these Prussians +were sadder and wiser men. The prisoners escaped our shell-fire, +but were nearly done to death behind our lines by their +own guns. I saw this incident this morning. They had been +put in an enclosure, next to a Canadian field dressing-station +flying the Red Cross, when suddenly the enemy's guns began to +shell the area with five-point-nines. They burst again and again +during half an hour with tremendous crashes and smoke-clouds.</p> + +<p>"If those Germans are still there," said a Canadian, "there +won't be much left of them."</p> + +<p>When the shelling eased off I went towards their place but +found it empty. As soon as the shelling started their guards +hurried them away to safety farther back behind the lines, and +the Canadian wounded were diverted to another route. One<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span> +of these Prussian officers was shown his old lines captured on +April 9, and he asked what regiment had done such gallant +work. "The Canadians did it," he was told, "and the same +fellows that captured Fresnoy this morning." The Prussian +officer could hardly believe it, but when he was convinced of +its truth he complimented the Canadian troops who had +fought so hard and so far. They were proud young officers, +and when I spoke to one or two they would not admit that +they had been mastered in this war. They seem to have an +unbounded faith in Hindenburg's genius, and in the effects of +submarine warfare.</p> + +<p>I found no such spirit among the non-commissioned officers +and men. They spoke as men under an evil spell, hating the +war, but seeing no end to it. "Neither side will win," said one +of them, "but who will stop it? The papers write about the +conditions of peace, but one party says one thing and one +party says another, and we don't know what to believe."</p> + +<p>I asked them about the Russian revolution, and whether it +had any influence in the German trenches, but they seemed to +have heard of it only as a vague, far-off event, not affecting +their own lives and ideas. They were more interested about +their food, and said their bread ration had been reduced by +one-third. Behind the lines the scene of war to-day was on +white, dusty plains under the glare of the sun, where men +waiting to go into battle slept beside their arms, where mules +kicked and rolled beside heavy batteries and transport. Guns +were thundering close, and hostile shells were bursting among +the tents and kinema pavilions, and a band was playing. No +sane man would believe it unless he saw it with his own eyes +and heard it with his own ears, for it was all fantastic as a nightmare +of war, with wounded men hobbling back from the bloody +strife and wending their way through the old trenches, in which +other men sat polishing rifles, or whistling in tune with the +band.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">May 21</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Before darkness, when the shadows were lengthening across +the fields and the glow of the evening sun was warm on the +white walls of the French cottages, I went into an old village +to meet some men who have just come out of the fires of hate. +They were the East Kents of the 12th Division, whom I met<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span> +last, months ago now, during the battle of the Somme, where they +had hard fighting and tragic losses. In the twilight and dusk +and darkness I heard their tales of battle—the things these +men had done just a little while ago before coming down to this +village of peace—tales of frightful hours, of life in the midst of +death, of English valour put to the most bloody and cruel tests.</p> + +<p>Men of Kent and boys of Kent. There was one boy with +black eyes sitting with his tunic off on the window-sill above a +terraced porch who seemed too young to be one of the King's +officers, and is no more than nineteen, but ninety in the experience +of life and death. He told me how he was sent up with +some signallers to keep touch with his company, who had gone +forward in the attack at Monchy in the darkness before daybreak +on the morning of May 3. He lost his way, as other men +did, because of the darkness, and found his men being hit by +machine-gun bullets. He put them into shell-holes, and +worked from one hole to the other, dodging the heavy crumps +which flung the earth up about them, and the more deadly +sweep of bullets. When the first glimmer of dawn came he +met a man of his company bringing down two prisoners, and +heard that the objective had been taken. It seemed good +news and good evidence. The young officer pushed on with +what men were with him, and presently saw a body of men +ahead of him. Our fellows, he thought, and signalled to them. +He thought it queer that they didn't answer his signals, but +waved their caps in reply. He thought it more queer that +they were wearing overcoats, and he was sure his company +had gone forward without coats. But if those were not his +men, where were they? That was where they ought to be, or +farther forward. He went forward a little way, uneasy and +doubtful, until all doubts were solved. Those men waving +caps to him, beckoning him forward, were Germans. The +enemy had got behind our men, who were cut off. It was a +narrow escape for this boy of nineteen, and he had others before +he got back with a few men, sniped all the way by the enemy +on the hill-side. It was worse for men who had been fighting +forward there. They had gone over the ground quickly to the +first goal, though many had lost their way in darkness and +many had fallen. Then the enemy had dribbled in from +positions on each side of them and closed up behind them. +The East Kents were cut off, like other men of other regiments<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> +fighting alongside. Many officers were picked off by snipers +or hit by shells and machine-gun fire. Second lieutenants +found themselves in command of companies, sergeants and +corporals and privates became leaders of small groups of men. +The Buffs were cut off, but did not surrender. One young +officer was the only one left with his company. He cheered +up the men and said it was up to the Buffs to hold out as +long as possible, and they built cover by linking up shell-holes +and making a defensive position. Three times the +enemy attacked in heavy numbers, determined to get their +men, but each time they were beaten off by machine-gun fire +and bombs. Fifteen hours passed like this, and then night +came, and with it grave and dreadful anxiety to the officer +with what remained of the company of men who looked to +him for leadership. There were no more bombs. If another +attack came, nothing could stop it.</p> + +<p>"We must fight our way back," said the second lieutenant. +Between them and their own lines were two German trenches +full of the enemy. It would not be easy to hack a way through. +But the East Kents left their shell-holes, scrambled up into the +open, and, with the second lieutenant leading, stumbled forward +through the darkness as stealthily as possible to the +German lines between them and our old positions. Then they +sprang into the enemy's trench, bayoneting or clubbing the +sentries. A German officer came out of a dug-out with a +sword, which is an unusual weapon in a trench, but before +he could use it our second lieutenant shot him with his revolver. +So to the next trench, and so through again to a great +escape.</p> + +<p>There were other officers and men who had to fight desperately +for life, like this. Young Kentish lads behaved with +fine and splendid bravery. A private belonging to a machine-gun +team remained alone in a shell-hole when all his comrades +were killed, and stayed there for three days, keeping his gun +in action until relieved by our advancing troops. Three days +had passed when he rejoined his unit, and they, after a brief +rest, were moving forward again to the front line. The escaped +man was given the offer of remaining behind, but he said, +"Thanks, but I'll go up along, with the rest of the chaps," and +back he went.</p> + +<p>Another young private saw his company commander fall by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span> +his side. The stretcher-bearers had not yet come up to that +spot, though all through the battle they did most noble work; +and this private soldier was desperate to get help for his officer. +He resolved to make the enemy help him, and went forward +to where he saw Germans. By some menace of death in his +eyes, he quelled them—six of them—into surrender, and, +bringing them back as prisoners, made them carry the young +officer back to the dressing-station, so saving his life. I have +told the story of the Buffs, or a brief glimpse of it, and they +will forgive me when I add that what they have done has +been done also by other English battalions, not with greater +valour but with as great, in many battles and in these now +being fought. Our English troops, through no fault of mine, +get but little praise or fame though they are the backbone of +the Army, and are in all our great attacks. The boys of +England, like those of its garden county of Kent, have poured +out their blood on these fields of France, and have filled the +history of this appalling war with shining deeds.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XII</h3> + +<h3>FIELDS OF GOLD</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">May 23</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The beauty of these May days is so intense and wonderful +after the cold, grey weather and sudden rush of spring that +men are startled by it, and find it outrageously cruel that +death and blood and pain should be thrust into such a setting. +Once in history two fat kings met in a field of France, between +silken tents and on strips of tapestry laid upon the grass, so +that this scene of glitter and shimmer was called for every age +of schoolboys "The Field of the Cloth of Gold." Out here in +France now there is a field of honour, stretching for more than +a hundred miles, held by British soldiers; and that is a true +field of cloth of gold, for everywhere behind the deep belt of +cratered land, so barren and blasted that no seed of life is left +in the soil, there are miles of ground where gold grows, wonderfully +brilliant in the warm sunshine of these days. It is the +gold of densely growing dandelions and of buttercups in great +battalions. They cover the wreckage of old trenches, and +bloom in patches of ground between powdered fragments of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> +brick- and stone-work which are still called by the names of old +villages swept off the face of the earth by fierce bombardments.</p> + +<p>If you wish to picture our Army out here now, the landscape +in which our men are fighting—and they like to think you +want to do so—you must think of them marching along roads +sweet-scented with lilac and apple-blossom, and over those +golden fields to the white edge of the dead land. They are hot +under heavy packs all powdered with dust, so that they wear +white masks like a legion of Pierrots, and on their steel helmets +the sun shines brazenly. But there is a soft breeze blowing, +and as they march through old French villages showers of tiny +white petals are blown upon them from the wayside orchards +like confetti at a wedding feast, though it is for this dance of +death called war. And these hot, dusty soldiers of ours, +closed about by guns and mule teams and transport columns +surging ceaselessly along the highways to the Front, drink in +with their eyes cool refreshing shadows of green woods set +upon hill-sides where the sun plays upon the new leaves with a +melody of delicate colour-music, and spreads tapestries of light +and shade across sweeps of grass-land all interwoven with the +flowers of France.</p> + +<p>Our soldiers do not walk blindly through this beauty. It +calls to them, these men of Surrey and Kent and Devon, these +Shropshire lads and boys of the Derbyshire dales, and at night +in their camps, before turning in to sleep in the tents, they +watch the glow of the western sun and the fading blue of the +sky, and listen to the last song of birds tired with the joy of +the day, and are drugged by the scent of closing flowers and of +green wheat growing so tall, so quickly tall, behind the battlefields. +These tents are themselves like flowers in the darkness +when candlelight gleams through their canvas, and at night +the scene of war is lit up by star-shells and vivid flashes of +light as great shells fall and burst beyond the zone of tents, +where British soldiers crouch in holes and burrow deep into +the earth. It is under the blue sky of these days, and in this +splendour of spring-time, that English boys and young Scots go +into the fires of hell, where quite close to them the birds still +sing, as I heard the nightingale amidst the crash of gun-fire.</p> + +<p>They were Shropshire lads of the King's Shropshire Light +Infantry of the glorious 3rd Division, who helped to turn the +tide of battle on one of these recent days when there was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> +savage fighting through several days and nights. The officer +in command of one of their companies found the ruined +village of Tilloy-les-Mufflaines in front of him still held by the +enemy when our troops assaulted it. They were working their +machine-guns and raking another body of infantry.</p> + +<p>"Come on, Shropshires," shouted the young officer, and his +boys followed him. They worked round the flank of the +village, cut off ninety of the enemy and captured them, and +thereby enabled other troops to get forward. One of these +Shropshire officers went out with only a few men 200 yards +beyond the front line that night, and took twenty prisoners in +a dug-out there.</p> + +<p>Into that same village of Tilloy cleared by Shropshires an +officer of the King's Own Liverpools, with a lance-corporal, +dashed into a ruined house from which the enemy was sniping +in a most deadly way, and brought out two officers and twenty-eight +men as prisoners. It was a subaltern of the Suffolks +who went out in daylight under frightful fire to reconnoitre the +enemy's lines and brought back knowledge which saved many +lives. On the night of May 3, when all the sky was blazing +with fire, it was the Royal Scots of the 3rd Division who held +part of the line against heavy counter-attacks. The men had +been fighting against great odds. Many of them had fallen, +and the wounded were suffering horribly. Thirst tortured +them, not only the wounded but also the unwounded, and +there was no chance of water coming up through the hellish +barrage. No chance except for the gallantry of the adjutant +of the Royal Scots away back at battle headquarters near +Monchy, where heavy crumps were bursting. He guessed his +men craved for water, and he risked almost certain death to +take it to them, going through all the fire with a few carriers +and by a miracle untouched. This same adjutant went out +again across the battle-ground under heavy fire to reorganize +an advanced signal-station where there were many dead and +wounded, and all the lines were cut. It was a young second +lieutenant of the Royal Fusiliers of the 3rd Division who took +command of two companies when all the other officers had +been killed or wounded, and so comforted the men that under +his leadership they dug a line close to the German position +east of Monchy, and all through the day and night of tragic +fighting held it against strong attacks and under infernal shell-fire.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> +Day after day, night after night, our men are fighting like +that. And when for a little while they are relieved and given +a rest they come back across those fields of the cloth of gold, +beyond those barren fields where so many of their comrades +lie, and look around and take deep breaths and say, "By Jove, +what perfect weather!" and become a little drunk with the +beauty of this world of life, and hate the thought of death.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PART_IV" id="PART_IV"></a>PART IV</h2> + +<h2>THE BATTLE OF MESSINES</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>I</h3> + +<h3>WYTSCHAETE AND MESSINES</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 7</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>After the battle of Arras and all that fierce fighting which for +two months has followed the capture of Vimy and the breaking +of the Hindenburg line, and the taking of many villages, many +prisoners, and many guns, by the valour and self-sacrifice of +British troops, there began to-day at dawn another battle +more audacious than that other one, because of the vast +strength of the enemy's positions, and more stunning to the +imagination because of the colossal material of destructive +force gathered behind our assaulting troops. It is the battle +of Messines.</p> + +<p>It is my duty to write the facts of it, and to give the picture +of it. That is not easy to a man who, after seeing the bombardments +of many battles, has seen just now the appalling +vision of massed gun-fire enormously greater in intensity than +any of those, whose eyes are still dazed by a sky full of blinding +lights and flames, and who has felt the tremor of earthquakes +shaking the hill-sides, when suddenly, as a signal, the ground +opened and mountains of fire rose into the clouds. There are +no words which will help the imagination here. Neither by +colour nor language nor sound could mortal man reproduce the +picture and the terror and the tumult of this scene.</p> + +<p>Our troops are now fighting forward through smoke and +mist—English regiments, New-Zealanders, Protestant and +Catholic Irishmen. Their Divisions from north to south +were the 23rd, 47th (London), 41st, 19th, 16th (Irish), +36th (Ulster), 25th, New Zealand, and 3rd Australian. They<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> +are fighting shoulder to shoulder in an invisible world, from +which they are sending up light signals to show the progress +they have made to the eyes of men flying high above the +storm of battle, and to watchers in the country from which +they went just as the faint rays of dawn flushed a moonlight +sky. They have made good progress up the slopes of +Wytschaete and Messines. Prisoners are already coming back +with tales of how our men swept over them and beyond. So +far it seems that the day goes well for us, but it is early in the +day, and I must write later of what happens later on that +ridge hidden behind the drifting clouds of smoke.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 566px;"> +<a href="images/i163-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i163.jpg" width="566" height="600" alt="LINE BEFORE THE BATTLE OF MESSINES" title="" /></a> +</div> + +<p>For two and a half years the Messines Ridge had been a curse<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> +to all our men who have held the Ypres salient—a high barrier +against them, behind which the enemy stacked his guns, shooting +at them every kind of explosive, directed upon these +troops of ours in the swamps of the Douve, in the broken +woods of Ploegsteert, in all the flat ground north and west of +Kemmel, by German observing officers very watchful behind +their telescopes on that high ground which rises up from +Wytschaete to Messines. In the early days of the war, before +the enemy's grey legions had swept down through Belgium in +a great devastating tide, some of our artillery and our cavalry +rode along the hog's back of the ridge and held it for a time +against the enemy's advanced patrols. On November 1, 1914, +some of our guns were parked in the market square of Warneton +beyond the ridge, and on the next day found a good target in +German cavalry attacking from the woods, and held their fire +until these mounted men were within a thousand yards of them, +when riders and horses fell under a merciless storm of shrapnel. +Many Germans died that day, but behind them was the vast +army which came on like a rolling sea, beating back our ten +divisions—those first ten wonderful divisions who fought +against overwhelming odds and massed artillery which gave +them no kind of chance. So we lost Wytschaete—Whitesheet, +as our men have always called it—and the Messines Ridge, and +not all our efforts could get it back again.</p> + +<p>It is more than two years ago now—it was in March of 1915—that +I saw an attack on Wytschaete, the first of our British +bombardments which I watched after adventures in Belgium +and France. Standing upon the same ground to-day, looking +across the same stretch of battlefield, watching another attack +up those frightful slopes, I thought back to that other day, +upon that early demonstration of our artillery covering an +infantry advance, and the remembrance was amazing in its +contrast to this new battle in the dawn. Then our shrapnel +barrage was a pretty ineffective thing—terrible as it seemed to +me at the time. In those two years our gun-power has been +multiplied enormously—by vast numbers of heavy guns and +monstrous howitzers, and great quantities of field-guns—so +that at daybreak this morning, before our men rose from their +trenches to go forward in assault, the enemy's country up +there was upheaved by a wild tornado of shell-fire, and the +contours of the land were changed, and the sky opened and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span> +poured down shrieking steel, and the earth was torn and let +forth flame.</p> + +<p>This battle of ours has started with such preparations as to +ensure all but that last certainty of success which belongs to +the incalculable fortune of war. It is not an exaggeration to +say that they began a year ago, when miners began to tunnel +under the slopes of Wytschaete and Messines, and laid +enormous charges of ammonal, which at a touch on this day +should blow up the hill-sides and alter the very geography of +France. For a year Sir Herbert Plumer and his staff prepared +their plans for this attack, gathered their material, and studied +every detail of this business of great destruction. While other +armies were fighting in the Somme, and all the world watched +their conflict, the Second Army held the salient quietly, always +on the defensive, not asking for more trouble than they had. +They waited for their own offensive, and trained their own +troops for it. A week ago they were ready, with railways, guns, +Tanks, every kind of explosive, every kind of weapon which +modern science has devised for the killing of men in great +masses. A week ago all the guns that had been massing let +loose their fire. Night and day for seven days it has continued +with growing violence, working up to the supreme heights of +fury as dawn broke to-day. For five days at least many +Germans were pinned to their tunnels as prisoners of fire. No +food reached them; there was no way out through these zones +of death. A new regiment which tried to come up last night +was broken and shattered. A prisoner says that out of his +own company he lost fifty to sixty men before reaching the +line. For a long way behind the line our heavy guns laid down +belts of shell-fire, and many of the enemy's batteries kept +silent.</p> + +<p>Our gunners smothered his batteries whenever he revealed +them to the airmen. Those flying men have been wonderful. +A kind of exaltation of spirits took possession of them, and +they dared great risks and searched out the enemy's squadrons +far over his lines. In five days from June 1 forty-four separate +machines were sent crashing down, and this morning, very +early, flocks of aeroplanes went out to blind the enemy's eyes +and report the progress of battle. In the darkness queer +monsters moved up close to our lines, many of them crawling +singly over the battlefields under cover of woods and ruins.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span> +They were the Tanks, ready to go into action on a great day +of war, when their pilots and crews have helped by high +courage to victory.</p> + +<p>Last night all was ready. Men knowing the risks of it all—for +no plans are certain in war—had a sense of oppression, +strained by poignant anxiety. Many men's lives were on the +hazard of all this. The air was heavy, as though nature itself +were full of tragedy. A summer fog was thick over Flanders, +and the sky was livid. Forked lightning rent the low clouds, +and thunder broke with menacing rumblings. Rain fell +sharply, and on the conservatory of a big Flemish house where +officers bent over their maps and plans the rain-drops beat +noisily. But the storm passed and the night was calm and +beautiful. Along the dark roads, and down the leafy lanes, +columns of men were marching, and brass bands played them +through the darkness. Guns and gun-limbers moved forward +at a sharp pace. "Lights out" rang the challenges of the +sentries to the staff cars passing beyond the last village where +any gleam was allowed, and nearer to the lines masses of men +lay sleeping or resting in the fields before getting orders to go +forward into the battle zone. All through the night the sky +was filled with vivid flashes of bursting shells and with steady +hammer-strokes of guns, and from an observation-post looking +across the shoulder of Kemmel Hill, straight to Wytschaete +and the Messines Ridge, I watched this bombardment and +waited for that moment when it should rise into a mad fury +of gun-fire before our men lying in these dark fields should +stumble forward. During those hours of waiting in the soft +warm air of the night I thought of all I had heard of the +position in front of us. "It's a Gibraltar," said an officer +who was there in the early days of the war. "The enemy will +fight his hardest for the Messines Ridge," said another officer, +whose opinion has weight. "He has stacks of guns against +us." Such thoughts made one shiver, though the night was +warm, so warm and moist that wafts of scent came up from the +earth and bushes. A full moon had risen, veiled by vapours +until they drifted by and revealed all her pale light in a sky +that was still faintly blue, with here and there a star. The +moon through all her ages never looked down upon such fires +of man-made hell as those which lashed out when the bombardment +quickened. That was just before three o'clock. For two<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> +hours before that fires had been lighted in the German lines by +British shell-fire—big rose-coloured smoke-clouds with hearts +of flame—and all round the salient and the Messines Ridge our +guns flashed redly as they fired, and their shell-bursts scattered +light against which the trees were etched sharply. I could +hear the rattle of gun-wagons along the distant roads, and the +tuff-tuff of an engine driving very close up to the firing-lines, +and above the great loudness of our gun-fire the savage whine +of German shrapnel coming over in quick volleys. The drone +of a night-flying aeroplane passed overhead. The sky lightened +a little, and showed black smudges like ink-blots on blue +silk cloth where our kite-balloons rose in clusters to spy out the +first news of the coming battle. The cocks of Flanders crowed, +and two heavy German shells roared over Kemmel Hill and +burst somewhere in our lines. A third came, but before its +explosion could be heard, all the noise there had been, all these +separate sounds of guns and high explosives and shrapnel were +swept up into the tornado of artillery which now began.</p> + +<p>The signal for its beginning was the most terribly beautiful +thing, the most diabolical splendour, I have seen in war.</p> + +<p>Out of the dark ridges of Messines and Wytschaete and that +ill-famed Hill 60, for which many of our best have died, there +gushed out and up enormous volumes of scarlet flame from the +exploding mines and of earth and smoke, all lighted by the +flame, spilling over into fountains of fierce colour, so that all +the countryside was illumined by red light. Where some of us +stood watching, aghast and spellbound by this burning horror, +the ground trembled and surged violently to and fro. Truly +the earth quaked. A New Zealand boy who came back +wounded spoke to me about his own sensations. "I felt like +being in an open boat on a rough sea. It rocked up and down +this way and that."</p> + +<p>Thousands of British soldiers were rocked like that before +they scrambled up and went forward to the German lines—forward +beneath that tornado of shells which crashed over +the enemy's ground with a wild prolonged tumult just as +day broke, with crimson feathers unfolding in the eastern +sky, and flights of airmen following other flights above our +heroes.</p> + +<p>Rockets rose from the German lines—distress signals flung +up by men who still lived in that fire zone—white and red and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span> +green. They were calling to their gunners, warning them that +the British were upon them. Their high lamps were burning +as lost hopes in God or man, and then falling low and burning +out. Presently there were no more of them, but others which +were ours in places which had been German. Smoke drifted +across and mingled with the morning mist. One could see +nothing but a bank of fog thrust through with short stars of +light. The first definite news that I had was from German +prisoners, who came down in batches, carrying our wounded +when any help was needed for our own stretcher-bearers. +They described how our men came close behind the barrage, +some of them, by a kind of miracle, in advance of the barrage. +The Germans had not expected the attack for another two days, +and last night were endeavouring to relieve some of their +exhausted troops by new divisions, the 3rd Bavarians relieving +the 24th Saxons, and the 104th Infantry Reserve the 23rd +Bavarians. They lost heavily on the way up to the lines by +our fire, and were then, after a few hours, attacked by our +waves of infantry.</p> + +<p>The story of this great battle and great victory—for it is +really that—cannot be told in a few lines, and it is too soon +yet to give exact details of the fighting. But from the reports +that have now come in from all parts of the battle front it is +good enough to know that everywhere our men have succeeded +with astonishing rapidity, and that the plan of battle has been +fulfilled almost to the letter and to the time-table. The New-Zealanders +reached and captured Messines in an hour and forty +minutes after the moment of attack, in spite of heavy fighting +in German trenches, where many of the enemy were killed. +Irish troops, Nationalists and Ulstermen, not divided in +politics on the battlefield, but vying with each other in courage +and self-sacrifice, stormed their way up to Wytschaete, and +after desperate resistance from the enemy captured all that is +left of the famous White Château, which for years our soldiers +have watched through hidden glasses as a far high place like +the castle of a dream. By midday our men were well down +farther slopes of the ridge, while our field-batteries rushed up +the ridge behind them to take up new positions. Farther north +along the shoulder of the Ypres salient our English troops +of the 19th, 41st, 47th, and 23rd Divisions advanced along a +line including Battle Wood, south of Zillebeke, and now hold<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> +all but a small part of it. Meanwhile the Germans are +massing troops at Warneton and its neighbourhood, as though +preparing a heavy counter-attack, and are shelling Messines +Ridge with some violence. For to-day at least, in spite of +fierce fighting that must follow, our men have achieved a +victory, with light losses considering the severity of their +task. The evil spell of the Ypres salient is broken. The +salient itself is wiped out, and if we can hold the Messines +Ridge, Ypres and its countryside will no longer exact that toll +of death which for nearly three years has been a curse to us. +The roads and fields are under a glare of sunshine as I write, +and down them, through the dust and the fierce heat, come +troops of German prisoners, exhausted and nerve-broken, but +glad of life. And passing them come the walking wounded who +attacked them in their tunnels at dawn to-day and conquered. +The lightly wounded men are happy and proud of +their victory.</p> + +<p>"We New-Zealanders can afford to be a little cocky," said +one of these bronzed fellows with eyes of cornflower blue. +"My word, I'm glad we had the luck." He was wounded in +the foot, but the man just hugged the news of victory. "We +shall be no end stuck up," he said, and then he laughed in a +simple way, and said, "I'm glad New Zealand did so well—that's +natural. But they tell me the Irish were splendid, and +the Australians could not be held back. It's good to have +done the job, and I hope it will help on the end."</p> + +<p>That New-Zealander spoke the thought of thousands who +have been fighting in this battle. They have a right to be +proud of themselves, for they have broken the curse of the +salient and relieved it of some of its horror.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>II</h3> + +<h3>THE SPIRIT OF VICTORY</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 8</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>I have never seen the spirit of victory so real and so visible +among great bodies of British troops since this war began. It +shines in the eyes of our officers and men to-day up in the +fighting zone and in the fields and woods below Wytschaete +and Messines, where they are resting and sleeping after the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span> +battle, regardless of the great noise of gun-fire which is still +about them. Our men have a sense of great achievement, +something big and definite and complete, in this capture of +Messines Ridge. They knew how formidable it was to attack, and +they count their cost—the price of victory—as extraordinarily +light. Many brave men have fallen, and along the roads come +many ambulances where prone figures lie with their soles up +as a reminder that no battle may be fought without this traffic +flowing back; but the proportion of lightly wounded was high +and the number of wounded amazingly low among most +battalions. I met one company of Irish Fusiliers to-day who +took their goal without a single casualty and marched into +Wytschaete without firing a shot. That was a rare episode. +But on all sides I hear astonishment that our losses were so +small considering the immensity of their task. It is this which +makes the men glad of victory—not having it clouded by such +heavy sacrifices of life as in the battles of the Somme. "We +got off light," said an Irish boy to-day; "we had the best of +luck."</p> + +<p>All along the way to Wytschaete, where I went through +places which two days ago still lived up to the reputation of +evil names—Suicide Corner, V.C. Walk, Shell Farm—and in +woods like the Bois de Rossignol, where the death-birds +came screaming until a moment before yesterday's dawn, +officers and men, generals, brigadiers, sergeants, privates, spoke +of victory with an enthusiasm that made their eyes alight. +An officer reined in his horse and leaned over his saddle to +speak to me. "It was a great day for Ireland," he said. +Yesterday another man, with an arm in a sling, also used the +words "a great day," but said, "It's a great day for New +Zealand." And another officer, speaking of the way in which +all our men went forward to victory, English troops advancing +with their old unbroken courage in spite of hard fighting +through a year of war, said: "This is the best thing our +armies have ever done, the most complete and absolute success. +It all went like clockwork."</p> + +<p>One great proof of victory is the relief of some of those deadly +places in the salient under direct observation from Messines +Ridge—screens of foliage which I passed to-day are no longer +needed, and one may walk openly in places where German eyes +had been watching for men to kill for two years and a half.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span> +And another proof, written in human figures, is one huge mass +after another of German prisoners, a thousand or more in each +assembling place in the fields along the roadsides. They were +lying and standing to-day in the sunshine, with coloured +handkerchiefs tied above their heads, many of them stripped +to the waist to air their shirts, some still wearing their heavy +shrapnel helmets with sackcloth covering, all drowsed with +fatigue and the prolonged strain of our shell-fire, so that they +sleep with heads on knees or lying as though dead in huddled +postures. They wake at intervals, asking for water, and then +sleep again. There are such crowds of these field-grey men +that they are astounded by their own numbers, and when +questioned speak gloomily of the doom that is upon their rule.</p> + +<p>"What do you think of it all?" asked an Irish officer of a +German officer whom he captured in Wytschaete village. The +man shook his head and said in good English, "We are done +for." Another officer taken by English troops on the northern +sector of the attack was frank in revealing his tragic thoughts +when he heard the mines go up. He thought, so he says, +"Thank Heaven the British are attacking. Now I can surrender. +Yesterday my division had three good regiments, now +they do not exist. This attack ought to end the war." Let +us not base too much optimistic belief on such words by +German prisoners.</p> + +<p>In that northern part of the attack by the London battalions +of the 47th and the Yorkshires and other English +troops of the 23rd Division, who started near Triangle +Wood, there was bad ground for assembly before the battle +known as the Mud-Patch. There were no trenches there, and +our lads had to lie out all night in the open without any cover +from the shell-fire. It seemed that the Germans saw them, and +their commanding officer was in a fever of anxiety, thinking +they were discovered and would be shelled to death. But, as +though expecting a raid from one point, the enemy only +barraged round a group of mine-craters, from which our men +had been withdrawn, because their shafts were packed with +explosives ready to be touched off at dawn. In one mine-crater +held by the Germans a shaft ran underneath called the Berlin +Shaft—the way to Berlin, according to the Australians who +dug it months ago. Above it was a half-company of Germans, +and when the mine was blown at dawn not a man escaped.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> +Beyond was the Damstrasse, where the enemy had deep +trenches and strong emplacements in the hollow, so that our +Generals were afraid of trouble here, but when our men came +to it they found nothing but frightful ruin, obliterating all the +trenches and redoubts, and the men who still lived there +shouted: "Don't shoot, don't shoot, Kamerad!"</p> + +<p>The taking of Wytschaete by the Irish Nationalists, with +Ulster men next to them, was one of the great episodes of the +battle, vying with the exploit of the men of New Zealand in +carrying Messines Ridge. I went among them to-day up there +by Wytschaete Wood across our old trenches and by "the +great wall of China," built a few months ago as a barrier—a +wonderful place of sand-bag defences and deep dug-outs. Not +much is left of Wytschaete Wood, once 800 yards square, now +a pitiful wreckage of broken stumps and tattered tree-trunks. +The slopes of the ridge are all barren and tortured with shell-fire +like the Vimy Ridge, and across it unceasingly went flights +of heavy shells, droning loudly as they passed over the crest, +and with all our heavy howitzers firing with thunderous ear-stunning +strokes. But the Irish soldiers paid no heed to this +noise of gun-fire, for the enemy was answering back hardly at +all, and the battle-line had gone forward. An Irish major was +asleep under a little bit of a copse within a few yards of a 6-in. +howitzer, splitting the heavens with its sharp crack of sound, +and he slept in his socks as sweetly as a babe in the cradle until +wakened to speak to me, which made me sorry, because he had +earned his rest. But he sat up smiling, and glad to talk of his +Irish boys, who had done gloriously. Away off near a sinister +little wood, where many men have died in the old days, sat +the brigadier of the Irish troops, the South and West Country +Irish who went through Wytschaete Wood and took the +village. "Go and see my boys up in their trenches," he said; +"they will tell you all they have done, and it was well done. +Old Ireland has done great things."</p> + +<p>The boys, as he called them, though some are old soldiers +who fought at Suvla Bay, and the youngest of them are old in +war and remember as far back in history as the days when +they stormed through Guillemont and Ginchy, were sitting +with German caps on their heads, and examining German +machine-guns, and sorting all their souvenirs of battle. I +talked with many of them, and they told their adventures of +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span>yesterday with a touch of Irish humour and a sparkle in their +eyes. It was the little things of battle which they remembered +most; the rations and soda-water they found in German dug-outs; +the way they groped around for souvenirs as soon as +they gained their ground. But stupendous still in their +imagination was the drum-fire of our guns and the explosion +of the mines.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a href="images/i172-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i172.jpg" width="600" height="559" +alt="THE MESSINES RIDGE AND PASSCHENDAELE" title="" /></a> +<span class="caption">THE MESSINES RIDGE AND PASSCHENDAELE<br /> +London: Wm. Heinemann Stanford's Geog^l. Estab^t., London</span> +</div> + +<p>"As soon as the barrage began," said an Irish sergeant of +the Munsters, "a mine only a few hundred yards away from +us at Maedelstede Farm went up, and we went down. The +ground rocked under us, and fire rushed up to the sky. The +fumes came back on to us and made us dizzy, but we—the Royal +Irish and the Munsters—went on to Petit-Bois Wood, and then +to Wytschaete Wood, and other Irish lads passed through us +to the attack on the village."</p> + +<p>The only trouble was in and about the wood. In the centre +of it was a small body of Germans, with a machine-gun, who +held out stubbornly and swept the Irish with fire. But they +were destroyed, and the attack swept on. There was another +post hereabout, in which a party of Germans held out with +rifle-fire. An Irish officer of a famous old family led an attack +on this, and fell dead with a bullet in his brain at five yards +range, but a sergeant with him, whom I met to-day, helped to +surround the enemy, and this hornets' nest was routed out. A +German officer had climbed a tree, and in the coolest possible +way signalled with his hand to his men beyond. An Irishman +brought him down, and made him a prisoner.</p> + +<p>Wytschaete village was a fortress position, with machine-gun +emplacements made for defence on all sides, but the Irish +closed round it and captured it easily. The garrison was +demoralized by prolonged shell-fire, which had made a clean +sweep of the hospice ruins and the church and château, and +every blade of grass above their tunnels. "I am an old +soldier," said one of their officers, "and I hate to be a prisoner, +but human nature cannot stand the strain of such bombardments."</p> + +<p>On the right of Irish Nationalists fought the Ulstermen, +keeping in absolute line with their comrades-in-arms, in friendly +rivalry with them to give glory to Ireland. They advanced +through Spanbroekmolen, a fortress position, through Hell +Wood, to the top of Wytschaete Ridge, and it is curious that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> +these two bodies of Irish troops had an almost identical experience. +The South and West Country Irishmen of Dublin and +Munster took 1000 prisoners. So did the Ulstermen. When +the Catholic Irishmen were shaken by the mine explosion a +whole company of Germans was hurled high in its eruption, +and this awful fate happened to another company of Germans +in front of the Ulstermen. Without thought of old strife at +home, these men fought side by side and are proud of each +other. Their Irish blood has mingled, and out of it some +spirit of healing and brotherhood should come because of this +remembrance. An Irish soldier poet has made a new version +of "The Wearing of the Green," inspired by the guns that +wear green jackets of foliage and cover the advance of the +Irish brigade. I heard some of the verses this morning:</p> + +<p> +<i>They love the old division in the land the boys come from,<br /> +And they're proud of what they did at Loos and on the Somme.<br /> +If by chance we all advance to Whitesheet and Messines,<br /> +They'll know the guns that strafe the Huns were wearing of the green.</i><br /> +</p> + +<p>Wytschaete and Messines are safe in our hands, and our +troops are far on the other side. A party of the enemy is +holding out in Battle Wood, but that will not be for long, and +is only a small episode. To-day and yesterday German troops +massed at Warneton, as though for a counter-attack, but each +time were scattered by our guns. From our new ridge, so long +an evil barrier against us, we have observation on them, and +the tables are turned.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>III</h3> + +<h3>AFTER THE EARTHQUAKE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 9</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The ground gained by our troops in the great battle of Messines +remains firmly in our hands, and enemy attempts to counter-attack +have been broken by our artillery, in most cases before +the German troops have been able to advance. Last evening +shortly before dusk of another day of brilliant sunshine, almost +too hot for our men in shadeless country of the battlefields, +SOS signals all along the line gave warning of German endeavours +to thrust back our new front line far beyond the Messines<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> +Ridge, and away north of St.-Eloi on the old line of the Ypres +salient, now by our victory no longer a salient.</p> + +<p>Our gunners got to work again, in spite of a night-and-day +strain for more than a week, and for several hours there was +another tremendous bombardment from all our heavies and +field-guns, watched for miles around by Flemish peasants +sitting outside their windmills and outside cottage doors, +looking at this lightning in the sky, which is a revelation to +them of the mighty growth of that British Army since those +early days when a few divisions and a few guns came to these +fields of Flanders and fought to a thin, ragged line round +Ypres. In many cases the rockets which rose from our lines +last night calling for the help of the gunners were hardly +needed, for though the enemy was seen to be assembling, he +did not try to break through our barrage. In many places +massed bodies of his men were caught round Warneton by this +new storm of fire which burst upon them, and the night scenes +behind the German lines must have been full of terror and +tragedy for those poor wretches urged forward along the roads +ploughed up by our shells. Only at Klein Zillebeke, on the +northern flank of our battle-line, did they gain a temporary +footing, and many of them lie dead there after the fierce +fighting which is still in progress.</p> + +<p>It is no wonder that, after such experiences of our gun-fire, +the German prisoners show no regret at being in British hands. +I saw new batches of them to-day, mopped up last night as an +aftermath of the battle, young boys and middle-aged men, all +very sturdy and strong, and astonishingly clean after their +escape from the tumult of that frightful ground by Wytschaete +and Messines. They stretched themselves in the sunshine, and +took their ease in green fields, drinking quarts of water provided +by their guards. It is not with resignation but with joy that +they find themselves on our side of the lines, away from all +that horror of the fire zone.</p> + +<p>"Now we shall go on leave," they said to one of our officers; +"we are sick of this war." He spoke to two German boys +who have been fighting for a year, and are now only seventeen +and look much younger. "You ought to be spanked and sent +home to your mothers," he said. They laughed, and said: +"That is what we should like, sir, if you please."</p> + +<p>All the prisoners are extraordinarily ignorant of the feeling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span> +of hatred they have aroused against them in the world, and +expect that they should be admired for the way they have +fought. But they want the war to end quickly, and the rank +and file do not seem to mind very much whether it ends by a +German victory or German defeat, so that it ends somehow. +One human being, shattered in nerves, half senseless, was +dragged back after Hill 60 was mined, and he said that he had +seen only two men of his company after the great explosion. +All the others had been hurled sky-high by the flames and +gases, or buried in the fall of earth.</p> + +<p>The work of this mining under the German lines has been +carried on for a year or more by a number of tunnelling companies +from Australia, New Zealand, and our mining +districts. It was hard, dangerous toil, for the enemy was +down counter-mining, and there were frightful moments when +the men who heard the working of picks very close to them +had to be rushed out lest they should be blown into the next +world. Their own work was done quickly lest the enemy should +discover the secret of these borings beneath their lines before +the ammonal with which they were packed was detonated +on the morning of the battle. It was in darkness that the +miners relieved each other lest enemy aircraft or eyes that +always stared down from the ridges should see and suspect. +Some of our English troops took Hill 60 after this explosion, +which flung some of them to the ground as they rose at the +signal of attack. From the craters they dragged that dazed +and terror-stricken officer, who had lost all his company +after that vibration of an electric wire in contact with hellish +forces.</p> + +<p>Just south of these men, astride the Ypres-Comines Canal, a +number of London battalions of the 47th Division were fighting +forward to the ruins of the famous White Château, south of +the canal, on the west of Hollebeke. It is the Château Matthieu, +once a noble mansion, with a park in which a stream flowed +from a lake to the canal, and fine stables south of the lake, +surrounded by woods. For more than a year only ruins of +the château stood, and the wood was like all these woods of +war, lopped and torn by shell-fire, with black, dead limbs. +Some of the London men were having a hard fight north of +the canal in face of machine-gun fire sweeping them from two +triangular spoil-banks, as they are called, where earth from the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span> +canal sides has been stacked, forming strong points for the +enemy above their tunnelled defences. They took one of these +heaps of earth with eighty prisoners, but fell back from the +other holding the canal bank opposite White Château, where +their comrades, London men all, were fighting heavily. The +Germans here did not yield without a desperate resistance. A +company and a half of men held the ruins of the château, and +flung out bombs to keep our assaulting troops at bay. A +gallant platoon crept round the château walls, and hurled +bombs over these bits of brickwork, and after some time of +this fighting the enemy hoisted a white flag of surrender, and +sixty prisoners, survivors of this garrison, were taken. The +Londoners still had a hard way to go across the stream from +the lake, twenty feet broad at points, and past the stables and +through the old stumps of the wood, but they kept to the +time-table of the battle and added 450 prisoners to the great +captures of the day. It was an historic day in the record of +the London men of the 47th Division, who have fought with +such glorious valour since they first came out to France.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 10</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>On the right of the London troops were some English county +regiments of the 41st Division—the 60th Rifles (King's Royal +Rifles), West Kents, and others—men who fought a great battle +in the Somme fields that day when a Tank waddled up the +high street of Flers with cheering men behind.</p> + +<p>On the night of June 6 they lay by St.-Eloi, in the salient +opposite the Mound, a famous heap of earth taken over by the +glorious old 3rd Division, and lost when the Canadians were +violently attacked a year ago. This mound had been cratered +by deep mines in those bad old days of fighting, but the enemy +did not know that new shafts had been tunnelled under them, +and that explosive forces enormously greater than in the first +mines were about to be touched off. When the metal discs +were fired by tunnelling officers the sound of thousands of our +men cheering with the wild madness of enthusiasm could be +heard even above the deafening uproar of the explosions. Then +waves of riflemen ran forward, round the vast craters that had +been flung open and across the first line of German trenches, +frightfully upheaved and shattered. There were not many<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> +living Germans here, and they were dazed by the shock and +terror of the mines and made no kind of fight. Beyond them +was a strong place known as the Damstrasse, a street of concrete +houses built of great blocks six feet thick, and so enormously +solid that not even heavy shell-bursts could do much damage +to them. This position had given great anxiety to our officers, +who knew its strength, but as it happened, the violence of our +shell-fire was so amazing that many of these blockhouses were +blown in, and the garrison of Damstrasse was utterly cowed, so +that they were captured by hundreds.</p> + +<p>The King's Royal Rifles pressed forward into the frightful +chaos of country, with charred tree-trunks, upturned trenches, +rubbish-heaps which had been German strong points, and +a litter of machine-guns, twisted wire, bomb stores, and dead +bodies. The first check came outside the ruin of an estaminet, +in which a party of Germans, with machine-guns and +rifles, determined to sell their lives dearly. They poured +fire into our men, who suffered a good many casualties here, +but would not be baulked, whatever the cost. They took +what cover they could, and used their rifles to riddle the place +with shot. One by one the Germans fell, and their fire +slackened. Then the Rifles charged the ruins and captured all +those who still remained alive. Fresh waves of men came up +and went forward into Ravine Wood, with its tattered trunks +and litter of broken branches. Here there was another fight, +very fierce and bloody, between some of the West Kents and +German soldiers of the 35th Division who attempted a strong +counter-attack. The men of Kent had their bayonets fixed, +and at a word from their officers they made a quick, grim dash +at the Germans, advancing upon them through the dead wood +with their bayonets ready also, so that the morning sun gleamed +upon all this steel. The bayonets crossed. The men of Kent +went through the enemy thrusting and stabbing, but though +they saw red in that hour they gave quarter to men who +dropped their rifles and cried "Kamerad!" Twenty-five +prisoners were taken in that encounter, and over 800 prisoners +were taken between the Mound and Ravine Wood before the +day was done, with a great store of booty, including eight +trench-mortars and nearly thirty machine-guns, though many +more lie buried in this ground, and two searchlights and sacks +of letters from German soldiers to their homes. The enemy's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span> +losses hereabouts were very heavy. An officer taken prisoner +said his own company had been reduced to thirty men before +the battle began owing to our bombardment. Many of their +batteries were knocked out, and the gunners lie dead before +them. Several Tanks came up to share in the fight, and +climbed over all this broken ground, but did not find much +work to do as the strong parts had been knocked out.</p> + +<p>The completeness of this victory, the march through of our +troops, the utter despair of the German troops, was due in an +overwhelming way to the guns, and the gunners who served +them. It is only right and just that the highest tribute should +be paid to these men, who have worked day and night for +nearly a fortnight, under the intense strain, in an infernal noise, +without sleep enough to relieve the nerve-rack, and always in +danger of death. Gunner officers are hoarse with shouting +under fire. They are hollow-eyed with bodily and mental +exhaustion. The ammunition-carriers worked themselves stiff +in order to feed the guns. They have used up incredible +numbers of shells. The gunners of one division alone fired +180,000 shells with their field-batteries, and over 46,000 with +their heavies. On the same scale has been the ammunition +expenditure of all other groups of guns.</p> + +<p>An historic scene took place after our troops had gained the +high ground of Wytschaete and Messines. An order passed +along to all the batteries. Gun horses were standing by. They +were harnessed to the guns. The limbers of the field-batteries +lined up. Then half-way through the battle the old gun +positions were abandoned, after two and a half years of +stationary warfare in the salient, searched every day of that +time by German shells fired by direct observation from that +ground just taken. The drivers urged on their horses. They +drove at a gallop past old screens, and out of camouflaged +places where men had walked stealthily, and dashed up the +slopes. The infantry stood by to let them pass, and from +thousands of men, these dusty, hot, parched soldiers of +ours, who were waiting to go forward in support of the +first waves of assaulting troops, there rose a great following +cheer, which swept along the track of the gunners, and went +with them up the ridge, where they unlimbered and got into +action again for the second phase of the fighting down the +farther slopes.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p> + +<p>As scouts of the gunners, as their watchers and signallers, +were the boys of the Royal Flying Corps. I said yesterday +that they were uplifted with a kind of intoxication of enthusiasm. +A youthful madness took possession of them. Those +squadrons which I saw flying overhead while it was still dark +on Thursday morning did daredevil, reckless, almost incredible +things. They flew as men inspired by passion and a fierce +joy of battle. They were hunters seeking their prey. They +were Berserkers of the air, determined to kill though they +should be killed, to scatter death among the enemy, to destroy +him in the air and on the earth, to smite him in his body and +in his works and in his soul by a terror of him. This may seem +language of exaggeration, the silly fantasy of a writing-man +careless of the exact truth. It is less than the truth, and the +sober facts are wild things. Early on June 7 they were up and +away, as I described them, passing overhead on that fateful +morning before the crimson feather clouds appeared over the +battlefield. They flew above German railway stations far behind +the lines, and dropped tons of explosives, blowing up +rolling stock, smashing rails and bridges. They attacked +German aerodromes, flying low to the level of the sheds +and spattering them with machine-gun bullets so that no +German airmen came out of them that day. One man's +flight, told in his own dry words, is like the wild nightmare +of an airman's dream. He flew to a German aerodrome +and circled round. A German machine-gun spat out bullets +at him. The airman saw it, swooped over it, and fired at +the gunner. He saw his bullets hit the gun. The man +ceased fire, screamed, and ran for cover. Then our airman +flew off, chased trains and fired into their windows. He +flew over small bodies of troops on the march, swooped, +fired, and scattered them. Afterwards he met a convoy going +to Comines, and he circled over their heads, hardly higher +than their heads, and fired into them. Near Warneton he +came upon troops massing for a counter-attack, and made a +new attack, inflicting casualties and making them run in all +directions.</p> + +<p>One of our flying men attacked and silenced four machine-gun +teams in a strong emplacement. Others cleared trenches +of German soldiers, who scuttled like rabbits into their dug-outs. +They fired everything they carried at anything which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> +would kill the enemy or destroy his material. Having used +up all his Lewis-gun ammunition upon marching troops, one +lad fired his Very-lights, his signal-rockets, at the next group +of men he saw. They flew at field-gunners and put them to +flight, at heavy guns crawling along the roads on caterpillar +wheels, at transport wagons, motor-lorries, and one motor-car, +whose passengers, if they live, will never forget that +sudden rush of wings four feet overhead, with a spasm of +bullets about them. The aeroplane was so low that the +pilot thought he would crash into the motor-car, but he +just planed clear of it as the driver steered it sharply into +a ditch, where it overturned with its five occupants. The +airman went on his journey, scattered 500 infantry and returned +home after a long flight never higher than 500 feet +above the ground.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile during the progress of the battle our air squadrons +appointed for artillery observation work were all over the +enemy's batteries, signalling to our gunners and sending back +"O.K." flashes when our counter-battery work was effective. +There were an amazing number of "O.K.'s." One air squadron +alone helped a group of heavies to silence seventy-two batteries. +Everywhere over the battle-ground our air scouts were out +and about, watching the progress of infantry, speaking to them +by signals, picking up their answers, flying back to headquarters +with certain information; so that the direction of the battle +was helped enormously by this quick intelligence. It was a +day of triumph for the Royal Flying Corps, and for all those +boys with wings on their breasts, who, after their day's flight, +come down to the French estaminets to rattle ragtime on +untuned pianos, and give glad eyes to any pretty girl about, +and fling themselves into the joy of life which they risk so +lightly.</p> + +<p>In this battle of Messines there was not any body of our +men who did not spend all their strength and take all risks +with a kind of passionate exultation of spirit. The Manchester +men dug a six-foot deep trench-line to our new front on the +ridge, beating all records. Flinging off tunics and shirts so +that they were naked to the waist, New-Zealanders who +took Messines dug as inspired diggers, fast and furiously, and +before next day had dawned had two long, deep trenches as +secure defences against German counter-attacks.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p> + +<p>The stretcher-bearers, the water-carriers, the transport men +with their pack-mules went up through shell-fire as I saw them +yesterday, and never tired. The stretcher-bearers were heroic +fellows, as in every battle from which I have seen them coming +back with their burdens across the cratered ground of +dreadful fields such as that of Wytschaete and Messines, still +shelled heavily by the enemy, whose fury at losing that long-held +ground is proved by his bombardment of their ruins—the +red brick-heap of Wytschaete Château, the black tree-stumps +which is all that is left of Messines.</p> + +<p>Our casualties remain light, as figures of losses go in this +war and in proportion to the greatness of this battle. My own +estimates, based upon what I can hear of the losses of different +bodies of troops engaged, work out at something like 10,000 +for the day of battle. It is less than a fifth of what I should +have reckoned to be the cost of this capture of Messines Ridge, +and gives the lie to German claims. It is one of the greatest and +cheapest achievements of British arms throughout this war, +though the loss of so many gallant men is sad enough, God +knows, and for the enemy it is as hard a blow as our taking of +the Vimy Ridge two months ago, when he was staggered by +his loss.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>IV</h3> + +<h3>THE EFFECT OF THE BLOW</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 11</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The effect of our capture of Messines and Wytschaete has +been such a stunning blow on the enemy that he has not as +yet made any attempt at counter-attacking on a big scale. +The rapid advance of our men below the farther slopes of the +ridge and the rush forward of our guns made it impossible for +him to rally his supporting troops quickly, and as the hours +pass it becomes more impossible for him to storm his way +back. His early attempts to assemble troops in the Warneton +neighbourhood were annihilated instantly by enormous shell-fire +directed by the new observation we had gained at Messines, +and during the past twenty-four hours, up to the time I write, +he shows no further sign of asking for trouble, but is obviously +engaged in reorganizing his forces, demoralized by defeat, and +getting his guns into safer positions. Many of his guns lie<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> +battered and buried about the battlefield, and some of his +batteries, put out of action by our bombardment, remain +between our new lines and his, but so covered by our fire that +he has a poor chance of getting them away. His losses in guns, +trench-mortars and machine-guns must be alarming to him, +for I have no doubt at all, after seeing the frightful effect of +our bombardment, that these were destroyed on a great scale, +so that the number of our trophies will not at all represent his +actual loss in weapons and material of war.</p> + +<p>That is the human mechanical side of things. More horrible +to the unfortunate soldiers of the German army is the devilish +punishment inflicted upon them during the past ten days, +culminating on that day of battle when every weapon for the +slaughter of men, from the heaviest of high explosives to +boiling oil and gas-shells, was let loose upon them in one wild +tempest of destruction, which blew them out of the earth and +off the earth, and frizzled them and blinded them, and choked +them and mutilated them, and made them mad.</p> + +<p>One German boy, who looked not more than fifteen years of age—a +child—was found yesterday lying in a shell-hole by the side +of a dead man who had been shot through the temple, and he +was a gibbering idiot through fear. Not the only one. German +officers say that many of their men went raving mad under +the strain of our bombardment, and tried to kill their comrades +or themselves, or fell into an ague of terror, clawing their +mouths, with all the symptoms of the worst shell-shock.</p> + +<p>Many of our prisoners believe they were betrayed, and were +sacrificed coldly and deliberately by their higher command. +Before the battle an order of the day was issued to them, +telling them to hold out if surrounded and fight their way back +with the bayonet, because behind them would be fresh divisions +ready to support immediate counter-attacks. Those fresh +divisions never appeared. We know that they had no chance +of getting near our lines because of our far-reaching fire, and the +work of our aircraft—and the men of Messines and Wytschaete +and all the ground south of St.-Eloi were cut off and captured, +if they did not die. After our first assaults, the enemy, +panic-stricken, were more concerned in getting away their +guns than in protecting their troops, and they were left to +our mercy.</p> + +<p>Walking about those monstrous mine-craters which we tore<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span> +out of the earth at dawn on June 7, and across the old German +lines beyond St.-Eloi on the left of our attack, southwards by +Wytschaete and the lower slopes of Messines, to-day, as after +the morning of battle, I pitied any human souls who had to +suffer what these German soldiers must have suffered in the +agony of fear before death came to many of them. All this +wide area of country is blasted and harrowed and holed +with monstrous pits. There was at least one great shell to +every nine yards, and at 200 yards its flying steel has a killing +power. No idea of it all can be conveyed by many words +describing this upheaval of sand-bags and barricades and +trenches and redoubts, and this sieve of earth, pitted by countless +shell-craters. All the woods where the Germans lived—Oaten +Wood and Damstrasse Wood and Ravine Wood, down +to Wytschaete Wood and Hell Wood—are but gaunt stumps +sticking out of ash-grey heaps of earth. German dead lie here +and there in batches or in rows as they were shot down by +enfilade fire, but I have seen very few bodies, for the most of +them were buried in the upheaved earth, as one can tell by the +foul vapours which creep out from the smashed trenches, +where the deep dug-outs have collapsed and tunnels have +fallen in, so that all this battle-ground is a graveyard of men, +buried as they died or before they died.</p> + +<p>Three men escaped by some wild freak of chance from a +mine-crater under the Mound by St.-Eloi. I stood on the lip +of it to-day, high above its shelving sides, and find it hard to +believe that any living thing could have escaped from its +upheaval. But the Germans had many dug-outs in the old +craters which existed here before this last one was blown, and +after that ferocious fighting a year ago, when we lost this +ground. One of those dug-outs remained firm when our mine +was touched off four days ago, and out of its mouth crept, two +days later, three haggard men, still shaking and dazed, who +had been deep in the ground when all about them was hurled +sky-high, with a rush of gas and flame and a monstrous uproar. +They were unscathed, except in their souls, where terror lived.</p> + +<p>By my side to-day, as I looked down into this pit of hell, +stood a man who had worked for a year in the making of it—an +Australian officer of engineers. He stood smoking his pipe +on the edge of the shell-crater, and said in a cheerful way, "It +is good to be in the fresh air again."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span> +The fresh air did not seem to me very good there this morning. +It was filled with abominable noise, which is a menace of +death—the savage whine of German shrapnel flung about +between the Bluff and St.-Eloi in a haphazard way, and heavy +crumps searching for our batteries in their new positions, and +our shells whistling over in long flights. Hideous sounds in a +ghastly scene which filled me with nausea, so that I wanted not +to linger there.</p> + +<p>But I understood this Australian's craving for open-air life, +even such open air as this, when he told me that he had been +working underground for nearly two years in the dark saps +pierced under the German lines, and running very close to +German saps nosing their way, and sometimes breaking through, +to ours, so that the men clawed at each other's throats in these +tunnels and beat each other to death with picks and shovels, +or were blown to bits by mine explosions. It was always a +race for time to blow up the charges, and sometimes the enemy +was first, and sometimes we were, and once the enemy in a great +attack against the Canadians got in and blew up our shafts +and sapheads and cut off our tunnellers. That Australian +officer was one of those. For forty-eight hours he was buried +alive, and had to dig his way out. So now after his job was +done he likes the open-air life.</p> + +<p>"No more underground work for me after this war," he +said. "I've had enough of it."</p> + +<p>The German ground hereabouts was taken by those troops +of ours whose fighting across the Damstrasse and in Ravine +Wood I described yesterday. Through them went another +body of troops—the troops of the 24th Division—whose fortunes +I have described in other battles, including some Leinster +lads who have a padre for their hero, and English county +troops who knew the look of Vimy Ridge before the Canadians +reached the crest of it. They had to make the final assault +to the farthest line of attack, passing through masses of men +who had taken the first lines. All this was rehearsed in fields +behind the battle-ground so thoroughly that the men could +have gone forward blindfold. It all went like clockwork, and +though the enemy fought hard on that last line beyond the +Damstrasse by Rose Wood and Bug Wood, one post holding +out with machine-guns, our men captured it with few casualties. +They took 300 prisoners that day, with six field-guns,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> +and their spirit is high after victory. Next morning the Irish +padre was seen sitting outside a shell-hole with a clean white +collar and white socks with his boots off. "Well done, boys!" +he said, and they were glad to see him there.</p> + +<p>All our men were wonderfully inspired by a belief in the +guns, so that they walked close behind a frightful barrage. +Each body of troops vied with other regiments in a friendly +rivalry. There was a race between the South and North Irish +as to whether a green flag or an orange should be planted first +above the ruins of Wytschaete. I don't know which won, +but both flags flew there when the crest had been gained.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>V</h3> + +<h3>LOOKING BACKWARD</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 12</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"The enemy must not get the Messines Ridge at any price."</p> + +<p>This sentence stands out as an absolute command in the +German order issued to their troops before the battle which +they knew was coming. The words are peremptory, among +promises of artillery support and immediate counter-attacks +from divisions behind the first-line troops, which would be read +now as a hollow mockery by those men who are our prisoners, +captured in crowds from their welter of mined and cratered +earth. While half-way through the battle their artillery tried +to drag their field-guns back to something like safety in the +wake of heavy guns, which even before the battle had been +withdrawn to the farthest possible range of action, though +forward observing officers tried to conceal this from the infantry +by coming to their usual posts. The battle is over. Messines +Ridge, which was not to be ours at any price, is ours at a price +which our Army thinks very cheap—though many brave men +paid for it with their lives—and our outposts are pushing +forward towards Warneton, far beyond the farther slopes, after +an enemy retiring upon that place. Only our men who have +fought in the Ypres salient know the full meaning of that +order. "The enemy must not get the Messines Ridge at +any price."</p> + +<p>The Messines Ridge was our curse, and the loss of it to the +enemy means a great relief to that curse by straightening out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> +the salient south of Hooge, and robbing the enemy of direct +observation over our ground and forcing his guns farther +back.</p> + +<p>From Messines and Wytschaete he had absolute observation +of a wide tract of country in which our men lived and died—how +complete an observation I did not realize until after this +battle, when standing in Wytschaete Wood and on the Mound +by St.-Eloi, and on the ground rising up to Messines, I looked +back, and saw every detail of our old territory laid out like a +relief map brightly coloured. "My God," said an officer by +my side, "it's a wonder they allowed us to live at all." He +had fought in the old days in the salient, had lived like a +hunted animal there, hiding in holes from the monstrous birds +of prey screeching and roaring overhead in search of human +flesh. Before us now, looking as the Germans used to look, +we saw all this countryside, which is a field of honour, where +our youth has fallen in great numbers, a great graveyard of +gallant boyhood. The enemy could see every movement of +our men, unless they moved underground, or under the cover +of foliage on Kemmel Hill and its leafy lanes, or behind the +camouflage screens which run along the roadways, or between +the gaps in the ruined villages. Startlingly clear were the red +roofs of Dickebusch and the gaunt ribs of its broken houses, +into which for two years and a half the enemy has flung big +shells, and the church tower of Kemmel, where the graves are +opened by shell-fire and old bones laid bare. The roads to +Voormezeele and Vierstraat, through which I went yesterday, +are still under the old spell of horror, and all those obscene ruins +of decent Flemish hamlets. Southward one saw Neuve-Eglise, +with its rag of a tower, and Plug Street Wood, where bullets +snapped between the branches about Piccadilly Circus and +down the Strand and across to Somerset House, and where at +Hyde Park Corner I first heard the voice of "Percy," a high-velocity +fellow, who kills you with a quick pounce. German +eyes staring from Wytschaete and Messines, making little +marks on big maps, talking to their gunners over telephone +wires, and registering roads and cross-roads, field-tracks, +camps, billets, farmhouses tucked into little groups of trees +through which their red roofs gleamed, watching through +telescopes for small parties of British soldiers or single figures +in a flowered tapestry of fields between the winding hummocks +of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> +sand-bag parapets, had all this ground of ours at the mercy +of their guns, and that was not merciful.</p> + +<p>Day by day two years ago I used to see Dickebusch in +clouds of smoke, and hated to go through the place. They +shelled separate farmhouses and isolated barns until they +became bits of oddly standing brick about great holes. They +shelled the roads down which our transports came at night, +and communication-trenches up which our men moved to the +front lines, and gun-positions revealed by every flash, and +dug-outs foolishly frail against their frightful 5·9's, which in +early days we could only answer with a few pip-squeaks. +Yet by some extraordinary freak, not certainly by any kind +of charity, for that does not belong to war, there were places +they failed to shell, though they were clearly visible--little +groups of Flemish cottages with flaming red tiles, a big old +house here or there with pointed roofs rising above a screen of +poplar-trees, fields still cultivated, as I saw them yesterday, +by old Flemish women who bent over the beetroots and hung +out washing under German eyes and German guns, and went +up and down with plough-horses close to our gun-positions, and +sold bad beer to English soldiers glad of any kind of beer in +places where death was imminent and where, as they drank, +the glass might be smashed out of their hand by a flying scythe +or a yard of wall.</p> + +<p>"Why do you stay here?" I asked an old woman in Plug +Street village a year and a half ago. Four children played +about her, though at the time shells were whining overhead +and crashing but half a field away. "It is my home," she +said, and thought that a good enough answer.</p> + +<p>"How about the children?" I asked, and she said, "It's +their home, and we earn a little money."</p> + +<p>Even when this last battle began those peasants still remained +encircled by our batteries and with German crumps falling +about their fields; blear-eyed old men gazed up to the sky, +watched the flame-bursts of the mines, then turned to their +earth again; and the battle itself was heralded at dawn by +the crowing of cocks in little farmsteads somewhere down by +Kemmel. Chanticleer sounded the battle-charge with his +clarion note, as in old dawns when English and French knights +were drawn in line of battle.</p> + +<p>An officer who was with me in Wytschaete Wood, looked +down<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> +at these old places where he had lived in the menace of +death, and remembered his escapes; that time when the back +of his dug-out was hit by a huge shell as he sat in his pyjamas, +smoking a cigarette; and that other time when his servant was +buried alive quite close to him, and the nights and days under +constant shell-fire. But these little homesteads in or about the +salient are few in their strange escape, and elsewhere there is +not a building which stands unpierced or in more than a fragment +of ruin. Young officers of ours lived within these ruins +wondering whether it would be this day or next, now, as they +spoke, or in the silence that followed, that some beastly shell +would burst through and tear down the Kirchner prints which +they had pinned to broken timbers, and smash the bits of +mirror they used for shaving-glasses and lay them out in the +wreckage. When he goes home on leave and sits at his own +hearthside these dream-pictures come back to him with their +old horror, as to thousands of men who have fought in the +salient, like those London boys I met one night in Ypres +cooking cocoa under shell-fire, like those King's Royal Riflemen +I saw going up to a counter-attack after the first attack by +"flammenwerfer," and the padre who went up to the canal bank +at night and found five dead men in a Red Cross hut and not +a soul alive about him, and the Canadians who fought through +a storm of shells in Maple Copse.</p> + +<p>The horror of that salient in its old evil days lives in its +sinister place-names: Dead Horse Corner and Dead Cow +Farm, and the farm beyond Plug Street, Dead Dog Farm, and +the Moated Grange on the way to St.-Eloi, Stinking Farm, and +Suicide Corner, and Shell-Trap Barn. I passed by some of +these places and felt cold in remembrance of all the evil of +them. Boys of ours have been smashed in all these ill-famed +spots. Every bit of ruin here is the scene of foul tragedy to +young life. To these places women will come to weep when +the war is done, and the stones will be memorials of brave +hearts who came here in the darkness with just a glance at the +lights in the sky and a word of "Carry on, men," before they +fell.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p> +<h3>VI</h3> + +<h3>THE AUSTRALIANS AT MESSINES</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 17</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The sun is fierce and hot over Flanders, giving great splendour +to this June of war, but baking our troops brown and dry. Up +in the battle-line thirst is a cruel demon in that shadowless +land of craters, where the earth itself is parched and cracked, +and where there is a white, blinding glare.</p> + +<p>On the day of the Messines battle water went up quickly, +with two lemons for each man, "to help them through the +barrage," according to a young staff officer with a bright sense +of humour at the mess-table. But there was never too much, +and in some places not enough for the wounded men, whose +thirst was like a fire, and yet not greedy, poor chaps, if there +was only a little to go round.</p> + +<p>"Can you spare a drop," said a group of them—all Australian +lads—to a friend of mine who was going up one day with a +kerosene-tin full of water to the front line. "The fellows up +in front want it badly," said my friend, "and I promised to +get it there, but if you'll just take a sip——"</p> + +<p>Those Australians were all in a muck of wounds and sweat. +But they just moistened their lips and passed the water on. +One man shook his head and said, "Take it to the fellows in +front." It was the old Philip Sidney touch by way of Australia, +and it is not rare among all our fighting men—lawless chaps +when they are on a loose end, but great-hearted children at +times like this.</p> + +<p>All this pageant of war in France and Flanders is on fire +with sun, and it is wonderful to pass through the panorama +of the war zone, as I do most days, and get a picture of it into +one's eyes and soul—columns of men marching with wet, +bronzed faces through clouds of white dust, or through fields +where there is a patchwork tapestry of colour woven of great +stretches of clover drenching the air with its scent, and of +poppies which spill a scarlet flood down the slopes, and of green +wheat and gold-brown earth. Gunners ride in their shirts with +sleeves rolled up. About old barns men work in their billets +stripped to the belt. Up in the "strafed" country of the old<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> +salient men sit about ruins between spells of work on roads and +rails on the shady side of shell-broken walls, dreaming of +bottled beer and rivers of cider, and the New-Zealanders are +as brown as gipsies under their high felt hats.</p> + +<p>Talk to any group of men, or go into any officers' mess, and +one hears about new aspects and angles of the recent fighting +by our Second Army; episodes which throw new light on the +enemy's losses and our men's valour, and sufferings—because +it wasn't a "walk-over" all the way round—and incidents, +which ought to be historic, but just come out in a casual way +of gossip by men who happened to be there.</p> + +<p>I only heard yesterday about twenty German officers who +were dragged out of one dug-out near Wytschaete. They were +all huddled down there in a black despair, knowing their game +was up as far as the Messines Ridge was concerned. Their men +had all gone to the devil, according to their view of the situation, +abandoned by the guns, which might have protected them. +The Second Division of East Prussians had been wiped out. Of +a strength of 3600 we captured over 2000, whilst most of the +remainder must be killed or wounded. In the counter-attack +the Germans brought up a new division and flung them in, and +the queer thing is that our men were not aware of this, but +just marched through them to their final goal, believing they +belonged to the original crowd on Messines Ridge, and not the +counter-attacking troops who had just arrived.</p> + +<p>The Australians had some great adventures in this battle, +and not enough has been told about them, because they took +a good share of the fighting, especially in the last phase of it, +when they passed through some of our first-wave troops and +held a broad stretch of new front under violent fire and against +the enemy's endeavours to retake the ground. On the extreme +right of our line, forming the pivot of the attack, was a body +of Australian troops who had to get through the German +barrage and fling duck-board bridges over the little Douve +river, and cross to the German support line under machine-gun +fire from a beastly little ruin called Grey Farm. The enemy +was sniping from shell-holes, and bullets were flying about +rather badly. A young Australian officer dealt with Grey +Farm, crawling through a hedge with a small party of men, +and setting fire to the ruin, so that it should give no more +cover. Meanwhile, farther to the north, the Germans were still<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> +about in gaps not yet linked up, and in strong points not yet +cleared. A body of them gave trouble in Huns' Walk on the +Messines road, where there was a belt of uncut wire when +the Australians arrived. "Hell!" said the Australians. +"What are we going to do about that?" There was heavy +shell-fire and machine-gun fire, and the sight of that wire was +disgusting.</p> + +<p>"Leave it to me," said a young Tank officer. "I guess old +Rattle-belly can roll that down." He and other Tank officers +were keen, even at the most deadly risks, to do good work with +their queer beasts alongside the Australians for reasons that +belong to another story.</p> + +<p>They did good work, and this Tank at Huns' Walk crawled +along the hedge of wire and laid it flat, as its tracks there still +show. Another Tank was slouching about under heavy +shelling in search of strong posts, with the Australian boys +close up to its flanks with their bayonets fixed. Suddenly, a +burst of flame came from it, and it seemed a doomed thing. +But out of the body of the beast came a very cool young man, +who mounted high with bits of shell whistling by his head. +He stamped out the fire, and did not hear the comments of +the Australian lads, who said, "Gosh, that fellow is pretty +game. He's all right."</p> + +<p>Much farther north another Tank came into action, with the +Australians near. A few old remnants of charred wall and +timber, where there was a strong post of Germans in concrete +chambers, were causing our troops loss and worry. "Anything +I can do to help you?" asked a Tank officer very politely +through the steel trap-door. "Your machine-guns would be +jolly useful in our trench," said an Australian officer. "We +are a bit under strength here."</p> + +<p>The Tank officer was a friend in distress. He dismantled his +machine-guns, took them into the trench and fought alongside +the Australians until they were relieved.</p> + +<p>Just west of Van Hove Farm, in a gap between the Australians +and the English, the Germans got into a place called Polka +Estaminet—don't imagine it as a neat little inn with a penny-in-the-slot +piano in the front parlour—and they had to be +driven out by sharp rifle-fire. Next morning one of our men +walked into a pocket of a hundred Germans, and a young +Australian officer was told off with twenty men to bomb them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> +out. There was a battle of bombs, which was very hot while +it lasted, and then the Germans bolted off under machine-gun +and rifle fire. Australian patrols went out and brought in +forty wounded Germans and counted sixty to eighty dead.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VII</h3> + +<h3>A BATTLE IN A THUNDER-STORM</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 29</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>In a violent thunder-storm whose noise and lightning mingled +in an awesome way with the tumult and flame of the great +artillery a minor battle broke out last evening round Lens and +southwards beyond Oppy. The Canadians fought their way +into Avion, a southern suburb of Lens, to a line giving them +the larger half of the village, and driving the enemy back across +the swamps to the outer defences of Lens city. Outside Oppy +and south of it troops of old English county regiments seized +the front-line system of German trenches and captured about +200 prisoners and several guns. West of Lens some Midland +troops stormed and gained a line of trenches which belong to +the main defences of the city, and north of it there was a big +raid which caused great loss of life to the enemy. It was a +heavy series of blows falling suddenly upon him, and giving +him no time for a leisurely retirement to his inner line of +defence in Lens.</p> + +<p>I saw the beginning of the battle, and watched the frightful +gun-fire until darkness and dense banks of smoke blotted out +this vision of the mining cities in which men were fighting +through bursting shells. That beginning was a terrifying sight, +and a sense of the enormous tragedy of the world in conflict +overwhelmed one's soul, because of the strange atmospheric +effects, and that most weird mingling of storm and artillery, as +though the gods were angry and stirred to reveal the eternal +forces of their own thunderbolts above this human strife. Just +in front of where I crouched in a shell-crater was Swallows' +Wood, or the Bois d'Hirondelle, and beyond that La Coulotte, +which the Canadians had just taken, and a little way farther +the long straggle of streets which is Avion, leading up to Lens, +with its square-towered church and high water-towers and +factory chimneys. Straight and long, bordered by broken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> +trees, went the Arras-Lens road, on which any man may walk +to a certain rendezvous with death if he goes far enough, and +I saw how it crossed the Souchez river by the broken bridge +of Leauvette, from which the Canadians were going to make +their new attack. A gleam of sunlight rested there for a while, +and the little river was a blue streak this side of Avion. But +the sky began to darken strangely. The air was still and +hushed. A blue dusk crept across the landscape. The trees +of Hirondelle Wood and the towers of Lens blackened. Far +behind Vimy, old ruins—of Souchez and Ablain-St.-Nazaire—were +white and ghostly.</p> + +<p>One of my companions in a shell-hole looked up and said: +"Is the 'good old German God' at work again?" Other +powers were at work. Huge shells from our heavy howitzers, +now away behind us, passed overhead with a noise such as +long-tailed comets must have. I watched them burst, raising +volumes of ruddy smoke in Avion and Lens. To the right of +Lens by Sallaumines there was some other kind of explosion, +rolling up and up in big, curly clouds. In the still air there +was the drone of many engines. The darkening sky was full +of black specks, which were British aeroplanes flying out on +reconnaissance over Lens and Avion. "O brave birds!" said +a friend by my side, waving up to them. German shrapnel +puffed about their wings, bursting with little glints of flames, +but they flew on.</p> + +<p>It was then just seven o'clock. Our guns had almost ceased +fire. There were strange sinister silences over all the battlefield, +broken only by single gun-shots or the high snarl of +German shrapnel or the single thud of a German crump. It +was almost dark. The blue went out of the little Souchez +river. Lens and Avion were in gulfs of blackness. A long +rolling thunderclap shook all the sky, and flashes of lightning +zigzagged over the Vimy Ridge, whitening the edges of its +upheaved earth. The sky opened, and a storm of rain swept +down fiercely.</p> + +<p>"Yes, the 'good old German God' is busy again," said my +fellow-tenant of the shell-crater and of the pond that welled up +in it. "Just our beastly luck!" It was ten minutes past +seven, and we had heard that the battle was to begin at seven. +Perhaps it had been postponed.</p> + +<p>As the thought was uttered the battle began. It began with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> +one great roar of guns. Not only behind us but far to our +right and left. Flights of shells passed over our heads as +though long-tailed comets of the spheres had broken loose from +the divine order of things. In a wide sweep round Lens they +burst with sharp flashes and lighted fires there. Outside the +Cité du Moulin, at the western edge of Lens, a long chain of +golden fountains rose as though little mines had been blown, +and they were followed by a high bank of white impenetrable +smoke. On the right of Avion another smoke-barrage was +discharged, and above it there rose one of the strangest things +I have seen in war. It was the figure of a woman, colossal, so +that her head seemed to reach the heavens. It was not a +fanciful idea, as when men watch the shapes of clouds and say, +"How like Gladstone!" or "There is a camel!" or "A ship!" +This woman figure of white solid smoke was as though carved +out of rock, and she seemed to stare across the battlefield, and +stayed there unchanged for several minutes. The guns continued +their fury. Rockets went up out of Avion, and the +German guns answered these signals. There was one wild +tumult of artillery beating down the lines southward to Oppy, +and beyond and above and through and into all this violence +of sound there was the roll and rattle of thunder—heavy claps—and +the rattle of the storm-drums. Lightning flashed above +the flashes of our batteries, gave a livid outline to black trees +and chimneys, and pierced the heart of all this darkness with +long light swords. It was bad luck for our men, as I have +heard since from messages which came back out of those +smoke-banks through which no mortal eye could see. The men +were drenched to the skin as soon as they started to attack. +The rain beat into their faces and upon their steel hats. In a +few minutes all the shelled ground across which they had to +fight became as slippery as ice, so that many of them stumbled +and fell. In Avion the enemy had already let loose floods to +stop the way to Lens, and by the rain-storm they spread into +big swamps. But the Canadians went ahead straight into the +streets of Avion, leaving little searching-parties on their trail +to make sure of the ruined houses, where machine-guns might +be hidden.</p> + +<p>This street fighting is always a nasty business, but in the +south and western streets there was not much trouble from +German infantry. Round Leauvette many of them lay dead.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span> +The living rear-guards surrendered in small parties from cellars +and tunnels. The chief trouble of the Canadians was on the +right, by Fosse 4 and a huddle of pit-heads where the enemy +was in strength with many machine-guns, where he fired with +a steady sweep of bullets, which I heard last night above all the +other noise. The Canadians swing to the left a little to avoid +that stronghold, and established themselves on a diagonal line, +striking north-west and south-east through the slums, where +they took what cover they could from the German shell-fire. +To the left of Lens our Midland troops had some hard fighting +in front of the Cité du Moulin, and gave a terrible handling to +the Eleventh Reserve Division, who have previously suffered on +the Canadian front, so that they were disgusted to find themselves +near their old enemies again. They relieved the Fifty-sixth Division, +which is down to one-seventh of its strength since fighting +against the Leinsters in the Bois-en-Hache, near Vimy. The +raid farther north inflicted frightful losses on the enemy in his +dug-outs. In one big tunnelled dug-out not a man escaped.</p> + +<p>The attack at Oppy, in the south, was a successful advance +by Warwickshire lads and other English troops, who followed a +great barrage into the enemy's front-trench system and captured +all those of the garrison who were not quick enough to +escape. They were men of the Fifth Bavarian Division, which +is one of the best in the German army, and made up of very +tough fellows.</p> + +<p>So the evening ended in our favour, and our losses were not +heavy, I am told. Not heavy, though always the price of +victory has to be paid by that harvest of wounded who came +back under the Red Cross down the country lanes of France.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VIII</h3> + +<h3>THE TRAGEDY AT LOMBARTZYDE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">July 13</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The Germans have claimed a victory near Lombartzyde, and +it is true that by heavy gun-fire they have driven us from our +defences in a wedge-shaped tract of sand-dunes between the +sea and the Yser Canal. This reverse of ours is not a great +defeat. It is only a tragic episode of human suffering such as +one must expect in war. But what is great—great in spiritual<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> +value and heroic memory—is the way in which our men fought +against overwhelming odds and under annihilating fire, and did +not try to escape nor talk of surrender, but held this ground until +there was no ground but only a zone of bloody wreckage, and +still fought until most of them were dead or disabled.</p> + +<p>The men who did that were the King's Royal Rifles and Northamptons +of the 1st Division, and this last stand of theirs beyond +the Yser Canal will not be forgotten as long as human valour +is remembered by us. It is wonderful to think that after three +years of war the spirit of our men should still be so high and +proud that they will stand to certain death like this. Those +men who came back from the other side of the canal came back +wounded, and had to swim back. They were a remnant of +those who have stayed, lying out there now in the churned-up +sand, or have been carried back to German hospitals. They +were soldiers of the Northamptons and the Sixtieth. Among +the King's Royal Rifles there were many London lads, from the +old city which we used to think overcivilized and soft. Well, +it was men like that who have shed their blood upon the sand-dunes, +so that this tract by the sea is consecrated by one of +the most tragic episodes in the history of this war.</p> + +<p>It was on the seashore, when a high wind ruffled the waters +on the morning of July 10, that the enemy began his attack +with a deadly fire. His position was in a network of trenches, +tunnels, concrete emplacements, and breastworks of thick sand-bag +walls built down from the coast to the south of Lombartzyde. +Facing him were other trenches and breastworks which we +had recently taken over from the French. Behind our men +was the Yser Canal, with pontoon bridges crossing to Nieuport +and Nieuport-les-Bains. Without these bridges there was no way +back or round for the men holding the lines in the dunes. The +enemy began early in the morning by putting a barrage down +on our front-line system of defences from a large number of +batteries of heavy howitzers. Most of his shells were at least +as large as 5·9's, and for one long hour they swept up and +down our front, smashing breastworks and emplacements and +flinging up storms of sand. After that hour the enemy altered +his line of fire. There was a five minutes' pause, five minutes +of breathing-space for men still left alive among many dead, +and then the wall of shells crossed the canal and stayed there +for another hour, churning up the sand with a tornado of steel.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span> +The guns then lifted to the front line again, and for another +hour continued their work of destruction, pausing for one of +those short silences which gave men hope that the bombardment +had ceased. It had not ceased. It travelled again to +the support line and stayed smashing there for sixty minutes—then +across the canal again, then back all over again.</p> + +<p>There was one interval of a whole quarter of an hour, and +the officers had time to tell their men that it must be a fight +to the death, because the position must be held until that +death. There must have been few of them who did not know +that after that bombardment they would meet the enemy face +to face if they still remained alive.</p> + +<p>The commanding officer of the Sixtieth became convinced by +three o'clock in the afternoon that all this destructive fire was +preparatory to a big attack. He saw that his bridges had +gone behind him, so that there was no way of escape, and he +saw that the enemy was trying to cut off all means of relief +and communication. He tried to get messages through, but +without success. Two shells came into his battalion headquarters, +killing and wounding some of the officers and men +crowded in this sand-bag shelter and dug-out in the dune. He +took the survivors into a tunnel bored by the miners along the +seashore, and here for a time they were able to carry on. But +it was almost impossible to get out to reconnoitre the situation, +or to give some word of comfort or courage to men standing +to arms amongst the wreckage. Flights of hostile aeroplanes +were overhead, and they flew low and poured machine-gun fire +at any living man who showed. Away behind they were +searching for our batteries.</p> + +<p>At 6.15 all the German batteries broke into drum-fire and +flung shells over the whole of our position for three-quarters +of an hour without a second's pause. After all these previous +barrages it reached the utmost heights of hellishness, destroying +what had already been destroyed, sweeping all this wide +tract of sand-dunes right away from the coast to the south of +Lombartzyde with flame and smoke and steel, and reaping +another harvest of death.</p> + +<p>There are many details of this action which may never be +known. No man saw it from other ground, and those who +were across that bank of the Yser could see very little beyond +their own neighbourhood of bursting shells. But a sergeant of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> +the Northamptons, who had an astounding escape, saw the +first three waves of German marines advance with bombing +parties. That was shortly after seven o'clock in the evening. +They were in heavy numbers against a few scattered groups of +English soldiers still left alive after a day of agony and blood. +They came forward bombing in a crescent formation, one horn +of the crescent trying to work round behind the flank of the +Rifles on the seashore as the other tried to outflank the Northamptons +on the right.</p> + +<p>A party of German machine-gunners crept along the edge of +the sands, taking advantage of the low tide, and enfiladed the +support line, now a mere mash of sand, in which some wounded +and unwounded men held out, and swept them with bullets. +Another party of the marines made straight for the tunnel, +which was now the battalion headquarters of the Sixtieth, and +poured liquid fire down it. Then they passed on, but as if +uncertain of having completed their work, came back after a +time and bombed it. Even then there was at least one man +not killed in that tunnel. He stayed there among the dead till +night and then crept out and swam across the canal. Two +platoons of Riflemen fought to the last man, refusing to surrender. +One little group of five lay behind a bank of sand, and +fired with rifles and bombs until they were destroyed.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the Northamptons, on the right, were fighting +desperately. Seeing that the German marines were trying to +get behind them on the right flank and that they had not the +strength to resist this, they got a message through to some +troops farther down in front of Lombartzyde to form a barrier +so that the enemy could not come through, and these fought +their way grimly up, thrusting back the enemy's storm troops, +and then made a defensive block through which the marines +could not force their way.</p> + +<p>The Northamptons fought without any chance of escape, +without any hope except that of a quick finish. The German +marines brought up a machine-gun and fixed it behind the +place where the Northampton officers had established their +headquarters, and fired up it. Our machine-guns were out of +action, filled with sand or buried in sand. One gunner managed +to get his weapon into position, but it jammed at once, and +with a curse on it, he flung it into the water of the Yser, and +then jumped in and swam back. Another gunner lay by the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> +side of his machine-gun, hit twice by shells, so that he could +not work it. One of his comrades wanted to drag him off to +the canal bank, in the hope of swimming back with him. To +linger there a minute meant certain death. "Don't mind +about me," said the machine-gunner of the Northamptons. +"Smash my gun and get back." There was no time for both, +so the gun was smashed and the wounded man stayed on the +wrong side of the bank.</p> + +<p>The fighting lasted for an hour and a half after the beginning +of the infantry attack. It was over at 8.30. The wounded +sergeant of the Northamptons who swam back saw the last of +the struggle. He saw a little group of his own officers, not +more than six of them, surrounded by marine bombers, fighting +to the end with their revolvers. The picture of these six boys +out there in the sand, with their dead lying around them, +refusing to yield and fighting on to a certain death, is one of +the memories of this war that should not be allowed to die.</p> + +<p>Over the Yser Canal men were trying to swim, men dripping +with blood and too weak to swim, and men who could not +swim. Some gallant fellow on the Nieuport side—there is an +idea that it was a Lancashire man—swam across with a rope +under heavy fire and fixed it so that men could drag themselves +across. So the few survivors came over, and so we know, at +least in its broad outline, how all this happened. It is a tragic +tale, and there will be tears when it is read. But in the tragedy +there is the splendour of these poor boys, young soldiers all +who fought with a courage as great as any in history, and have +raised a cross of sacrifice beyond the Yser, before which all +men of our race will bare their heads.</p> + +<p>The enemy did not reach the canal bank, but stayed some +300 yards away from it. He was beaten back from the trenches +south of Lombartzyde, and gained no ground there.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>IX</h3> + +<h3>THE STRUGGLE FOR HELL WOOD</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">June 14</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Between Wytschaete and Messines is a wood, horribly +ravaged by shell-fire, called on our trench-maps Bois de l'Enfer, +or Hell Wood. North of it was a German strong point, with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span> +barbed-wire defences and heavy blocks of concrete, called +l'Enfer—Hell itself—and south of it, behind a labyrinth of +trenches, some broken walls above a nest of dug-outs, known +as Hell Farm. These filthy places were central defences of +great fortified positions held by the enemy just north of +Messines, and just south of Wytschaete, and round them and +beyond them was some of the fiercest fighting which happened +on that day of battle when we gained the Messines Ridge.</p> + +<p>Until now I have left out that part of the battle story—one +cannot write the history of a battle like that in a day or two—but +it must be told, because it was vastly important to the +success of the general action, and the troops engaged in it +showed the finest courage. They were men of the 25th Division, +including Cheshires, Irish Rifles, Lancashire Fusiliers, +North Lanes, and Worcesters, and other country lads who were +blooded in battles of the Somme, where once I watched them +surging up the high slopes under a heavy fire and fighting +their way into the German trenches. In this battle of Hell +Wood they were so wonderful in the cool, steady way they +fought that when an airman came down to report their progress +he said to their General, "I knew your fellows, because +they advanced in perfect order as though on parade."</p> + +<p>Before the battle, when they lay about Wulverghem, opposite +the fortress positions they had to attack, they did some great +digging in the face of the enemy assembly trenches, as plain +as pikestaves to German observers, and advertising, as did the +enormous ammunition dumps, new batteries and wagon-lines, +the awful stroke of attack that was being prepared.</p> + +<p>It was a record night's work of twelve hundred Lancashire +lads who went out into the dead strip between their trenches +and the enemy's, and dug like demons. When at dawn they +crept back to their own lines they left behind them a trench +four-feet-six deep and 1050 yards long for a jump-out line on +the day of battle. The enemy officers saw it, and must have +sickened at the sight. They marked it on their maps, which +were captured afterwards. It was frightful ground in front of +these troops of ours, as I have seen it partly for myself from +ground about the mine-craters looking over Hell Wood.</p> + +<p>The first part of our men's advance after the moment of +attack was hardly checked, and they went forward in open +order as steadily as though in the practice fields, through<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> +buttercups and daisies. Their trouble came later, when they +found themselves under machine-gun fire from Hell Wood, on +the left of their advance line, and from Hell Farm in front of +them. It was a body of Cheshires who side-slipped to the left +to deal with that fire from the wood. They made a dash for +those scarred tree-trunks, from which a stream of bullets +poured, and fought their way through to the German machine-gun +emplacements, though a number of them fell. As they +closed upon the enemy the German gunners ceased fire in a +hurry. Many of them stopped abruptly, with bullets in their +brains, and fifty men surrendered with fourteen machine-guns. +Hell Farm was gained and held, and at the top of Hell Wood +the Cheshires routed out another machine-gun, so that all was +clear in this part of the field.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the main body of assaulting troops—Lancashire +Fusiliers, North Lanes, Irish Rifles, and Worcesters—had passed +on to another system of defences known as October Trench, +which was a barrier straight across their way. Here, as they +drew close, they came to a dead halt against a broad belt of +wire uncut by our gun-fire, and hideously tangled in coils with +sharp barbs. Behind, as some of the officers knew, the enemy +had brought up twenty-six machine-guns, enough to sweep down +a whole battalion held by wire like this. Even now the men +don't know how they went over that wire. They knew instantly +that they must get across or die. From October Support +Trench, farther back, with another belt of uncut wire in front +of it, heavy fire was coming from Germans who had their heads +up. "Over you go, men," shouted the officers. The men +flung themselves over, scrambled over, rolled over, tearing +hands and faces and bits of flesh on those rusty prongs, but +getting over or through somehow and anyhow. Parties of +them raced on to October Support Trench, flung themselves +against that wire and got, bleeding and scratched, to the other +side, unless they were killed first. Some of them fell. It was +the most deadly episode of the day, but the Germans paid a +ghastly price for this resistance, and 300 German dead lie on +that ground round the old ruins of Middle Farm behind the +wire.</p> + +<p>Away back when fighting here began was a body of Irish +Rifles who had gone as far as they had been told to go. They +saw what was happening, watched those other men flinging<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> +themselves against the barbed hedge. "To hell with staying +here," shouted one of them. "To hell with it," said others. +"We could do a power of good up there."</p> + +<p>"Come on then, boys," said the first men, beginning to run. +They ran fast towards the end of the wire belt, slipped round +it, and fell on the flank of the enemy. It was timely help to +the other men, some of whom owe their lives to it.</p> + +<p>The second phase of the battle began when another body of +the same troops passed through those who had already assaulted +and won their ground, and went forward to a new line beyond. +They passed through in perfect order, which is a most difficult +manœuvre in battle when the ground is covered with troops +who have already been fighting, with wounded men and +stretcher-bearers, and souvenir-hunters and moppers-up and +runners, and all the tumult of new-gained ground. But in +long, unbroken waves the fresh troops lined up beyond these +crowds, and made ready to advance upon the new line of +attack. Again, groups of them had to be separated from the +main body in order to seize isolated positions on the wings, +where groups of Germans were holding out and sweeping our +flanks with fire.</p> + +<p>North-east and south-east of Lumm Farm were bits of +trench from which the enemy was routed after sharp bouts of +fighting. Beyond were some holed walls called Nameless Farm, +and these were captured before the call of "cease firing," which +was the signal for the party to halt while our guns began a +new bombardment over the new line of attack.</p> + +<p>It was this silence which scared an officer of the Cheshires, +who had led his men away forward to capture a body of +Germans trying to escape from Despagne Farm, right out in +the blue this side of Owl Trench, which was the next position +to be attacked, after our guns had dealt with it. A sergeant +and two men of the Cheshires ran right into Despagne Farm +and bayoneted the German machine-gunners who had been +spraying bullets on our men. Then the officer seemed to feel +his heart stop. He looked at his wrist-watch, and was shocked +at the time it gave. The realization of the frightful menace +approaching as every second passed made every nerve in his +body tingle. It was our new bombardment. A vast storm of +explosives which was about to sweep over this ground, already +pitted with deep shell-holes, it seemed as though nothing could<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span> +save this body of Cheshires, who had gone too far and could +not get back before their own guns killed them. There was +only one chance of escape for any of them, and that was for +each man to dive into one of those eight-feet-deep shell-holes +and crouch low, scratching himself into the shelving sides +before the hellish storm of steel broke loose. The Cheshires +did this, flung themselves into the pits, lay quaking there like +toads under a harrow, and hugged the earth as the bombardment +burst out and swept over them. By an amazing freak of +fortune it swept over them quickly, and there were only two +casualties among all those men huddled in holes, expecting +certain death. A bit of luck, said the men, getting up and +gasping. Weaker men would have been broken by shell-shock +and terror-stricken. These Cheshires went on, took the next +German defences and many prisoners, and then dug in according +to orders and prepared for anything that might happen in the +way of trouble. It was the German counter-attack which +happened. Six hundred men came debouching out of a gully +called Blawepoortbeek, with its mouth opposite Despagne Farm. +The Cheshires had their machine-guns in position and their +rifles ready. They held back their fire until the German column +was within short range. Then they fired volley after volley, +and those 600 men found themselves in a valley of death, and +few escaped.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PART_V" id="PART_V"></a>PART V</h2> + +<h2>THE BATTLES OF FLANDERS</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>I</h3> + +<h3>BREAKING THE SALIENT</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">July 31</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The battle which all the world has been expecting has begun. +After weeks of intense bombardment, not on our side only, +causing, as we know, grave alarm throughout Germany and +anxiety in our enemy's command, we launched a great attack +this morning on a front stretching, roughly, from the River +Lys to Boesinghe. We have gained ground everywhere, and +with the help of French troops, who are fighting shoulder to +shoulder with our own men, in the northern part of the line +above Boesinghe, we have captured the enemy's positions +across the Yser Canal and thrust him back from a wide stretch +of country between Pilkem and Hollebeke. He is fighting +desperately at various points, with a great weight of artillery +behind him, and has already made strong counter-attacks and +flung up his reserves in order to check this sweeping advance. +Many Tanks have gone forward with our infantry, sometimes +in advance and sometimes behind, according to the plan of +action mapped out for them, and have done better than well +against several of the enemy's strong points, where, for a time, +our men were held up by machine-gun fire.</p> + +<p>So far our losses are not heavy, and many of these are lightly +wounded, but it is likely that the enemy's resistance will be +stronger as the hours pass, because he realizes the greatness of +our menace, and will, beyond doubt, bring up all the strength +he has to save himself from a complete disaster. During the +past few weeks the correspondents in the field have not even +hinted at the approach of the battle that has opened to-day,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> +though other people have not been so discreet, and the enemy +himself has sounded the alarm. But we have seen many of +the preparations for this terrific adventure in the north, and +have counted the days when all these men we have seen passing +along the roads, all these guns, and the tidal wave of ammunition +which has flowed northwards should be ready for this new +conflict, more formidable than any of the fighting which raged +along the lines since April of this year.</p> + +<p>I am bound to say that as the days have drawn nearer some +of us have shuddered at the frightful thing growing ripe for +history as the harvests of France have ripened. Poring over +maps of this northern front, and looking across the country +from the coast-line and newly taken hills, like those of Wytschaete, +the difficulty of the ground which our men have to +attack has been horribly apparent. Those swamps in the +north around Dixmude, the Yser Canal, which must be bridged +under fire, the low flats of our lines around Ypres, like the well +of an amphitheatre, with the enemy above on the Pilkem Ridge, +were so full of peril for attacking troops that optimism itself +might be frightened and downcast.</p> + +<p>As I have written many times lately, the enemy has massed +great gun-power against us, and has poured out fire with +unparalleled ferocity in order to hinder our preparations. Our +bombardments were more terrific, and along the roads were +always guns, guns, guns, going up to increase the relative +powers of our own and the German artillery. There was little +doubt that in the long run ours would be overwhelming, but +meanwhile the enemy was strong and destructively inclined. +All the time he was puzzled and nerve-racked, not knowing +where our attack would fall upon him, and he made many raids, +mostly unsuccessful, to find out our plans, while we raided him +day and night to see what strength he was massing to meet us. +Russia lured him, and in spite of our threat he has sent off +some six divisions, I believe, to his Eastern theatre of operations, +but at the same time he relieved many of the divisions +which had been broken by our fire in the lines, replacing them +by his freshest and strongest troops. They did not remain +fresh, even after only a few hours, for our guns caught some of +them during their reliefs, as late as two o'clock this morning +in the case of the 52nd Reserve Division, so that they stepped +straight into an inferno of fire.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<a href="images/i207-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i207.jpg" width="600" height="585" alt="The Passchendaele ridge" title="" /></a> +<span class="caption">The Passchendaele ridge</span> +</div> + +<p>The weather was against us, as many times before a battle. +Yesterday it was a day of rain and heavy, sodden clouds, so +that observation was almost impossible for our flying men and +kite-balloons, and our artillery was greatly hampered. The +night was dark and moist, but luck was with us so far that a +threatening storm did not break, and our men kept dry. The +darkness was in our favour, and the assaulting troops were able +to form up for attack very close to the enemy's lines—lines of +shell-craters in fields of craters from which our storms of fire +had swept away all trenches, all buildings, and all trees. The +enemy held these forward positions lightly by small groups of +men, who knew themselves to be doomed, and waited for that +doom in their pits like animals in death-traps. In their second-line +defences, less damaged, but awful enough in wreckage of +earthworks, the enemy was in greater strength, and from these<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> +positions flares went up all through the night, giving a blurred +white light along the barriers of mist, and rising high into the +cloudy sky. Scores of thousands of our men, lying on the wet +earth in puddles and mud-holes, watched those flares and hoped +they would not be revealed before the second when they would +have to rise and go forward to meet their luck. They lay there +silently, never stirring, nor coughing, nor making any rattle +of arms, while German shells passed over them or smashed +among them, killing and wounding some of those who lay close. +Enemy aircraft came out in the night bolder than by day, +since they have been chased and attacked and destroyed in +great numbers by British flying men, determined to get the +mastery of the air, and to blind the enemy's eyes before this +battle, and beyond any doubt successful as far as this day +goes. The night-birds swooped over places where they thought +our batteries were hidden and dropped bombs, but as they +could see nothing their aim was bad, and they did no important +damage, if any at all. So the hours of the night crept by, +enormously long to all those men of ours waiting for the call +to rise and go. Our gun-fire had never stopped for weeks in its +steady slogging hammering, but shortly after half-past three +this ordinary noise of artillery quickened and intensified to a +monstrous and overwhelming tumult. It was so loud that +twelve miles behind the lines big houses moved and were +shaken with a great trembling. People farther away than +that awakened with fear and went to their windows and stared +out into the darkness, and saw wild fireballs in the sky, and +knew that men were fighting and dying in Flanders in one of +the great battles of the world. This morning I watched the +fires of this battle from an observation-post on the edge of the +salient. I knew what I should have seen if there had been +any light, for I saw those places a day or two ago from the +same spot. I should have seen the ghost-city of Ypres, and +the curve of the salient round by Pilkem, St.-Julien, and +Zillebeke, and then Warneton and Houthem below the Messines +Ridge. But now there was no light, but hundreds of sharp +red flashes out of deep gulfs of black smoke and black mist. +The red flashes were from our forward batteries and heavy +guns, and over all this battlefield, where hundreds of thousands +of men were at death-grips, the heavy, smoke-laden vapours of +battle and of morning fog swirled and writhed between clumps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> +of trees and across the familiar places of death round Ypres, +hiding everything and great masses of men. The drum-fire of +the guns never slackened for hours. At nine o'clock in the +morning it beat over the countryside with the same rafale of +terror as it had started before four o'clock. Strangely above +this hammering and thundering of two thousand guns or more +of ours, answered by the enemy's barrage, railway whistles +screamed from trains taking up more shells, and always more +shells, to the very edge of the fighting-lines, and in between +the massed batteries, using them as hard as they could be +unloaded.</p> + +<p>Over at Warneton and Oostaverne, in the valley below the +Messines Ridge, the enemy was pouring fire along our line, +shells of the heaviest calibre, which burst monstrously, and +raised great pillars of white smoke. It was a valley of death +there, and our men were in it, and fighting for the slopes +beyond.</p> + +<p>It is a battle, so far, of English, Scottish, and Welsh troops, +with some of the Anzacs—New-Zealanders as well as Australians—and +all along the line they have fought hard and with good +success over ground as difficult as any that has ever been a +battlefield, because of the canal and the swamps and the +hollow cup of the Ypres area, with the enemy on the rim +of it.</p> + +<p>Among the battalions who fought hardest were the Liverpools, +the South and North Lancashires, the Liverpool Scottish and +Liverpool Irish, the Lancashire Fusiliers, Lancashire Regiment, +the King's Royal Rifles, West Kents, Surreys, Durham Light +Infantry, the Cheshires, Warwicks, Staffords, Sussex, Wiltshires +and Somersets, the Royal Irish Rifles, the Black Watch, +Camerons, Gordons and Royal Scots, the Welsh battalions, and +the Guards. From north to south the Divisions engaged were +the Guards, the 38th (Welsh), the 51st (Highland), the 39th, +the 55th, the 15th (Scottish), the 8th, 30th, 41st, 19th, and +Anzacs on the extreme right.</p> + +<p>One can always tell from the walking wounded whether +things are going ill or well. At least, they know the fire they +have had against them, and the ease or trouble with which +they have taken certain ground, and the measure of their +sufferings. So now, with an awful doubt in my mind, because +of the darkness and the anxiety of men conducting the battle<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span> +over the signal-lines, and that awful drum-fire beating into +one's ears and soul, I was glad to get first real tidings from long +streams of lightly wounded fellows coming along from the +dressing-station. They were lightly wounded, but pitiful to +see, because of the blood that drenched them—bloody kilts +and bloody khaki, and bare arms and chests, with the cloth cut +away from their wounds, and bandaged heads, from which +tired eyes looked out. One would not expect good tidings from +men who had suffered like these, but they spoke of a good day, +of good progress, of many prisoners, and of an enemy routed +and surrendering. "A good day"—that was their first phrase, +though for them it meant the loss of a limb or sharp pain +anyhow, and remembrance of the blood and filth of battle. +They were eager to describe their fighting, and I saw again the +pride of men in the courage of their comrades, forgetting their +own, which had been as great. These lads told me how they +lay out in the night, and how the German planes came over, +bombing them; how they rose and went forward in attack. +The enemy was quickly turned out of his front line of shell-craters, +and there were not many of him there. In the second +line he was thickly massed, but some of them threw up their +hands at once, crying "Mercy!"</p> + +<p>The Scots came up against a strong emplacement fitted with +machine-guns, and here the German gunners fired rapidly, so +that our men were checked. They rushed the place, and at +the last a German hoisted a white flag, but even then others +fired, and I met one young Scot to-day who had a comrade +killed after that sign of surrender.</p> + +<p>Beyond Ypres, on the way to Menin, there was a big tunnel +where our English lads expected trouble, as it could hold +hundreds of Germans. But when they came to the tunnel and +ferreted down it they only found forty-one men, who surrendered +at once. Some of the enemy's troops were quite young boys +of the 1918 class, but most of them were older and tougher +men. The success of the day is shared by English troops, +including the Guards, with the Welsh, who fought abreast of +them with equal heroism, and with Scottish and Anzacs. The +Welsh have wiped out the most famous German regiment of +the Third Guards Division, known as the "Cockchafers."</p> + +<p>Fighting with us, the French troops kept pace with their +usual gallantry, carrying all their objectives according to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> +time-table. In one great and irresistible assault, these troops +of two nations swept across the enemy lines and have reached +heights on the Pilkem Ridge, as I hope to tell to-morrow in +greater detail. For the day, it is enough to say that our +success has been as great as we dared to hope.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>II</h3> + +<h3>FROM PILKEM RIDGE TO HOLLEBEKE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 1</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The weather is still abominable. Heavy rain-storms have water-logged +the battlefields, and there are dense mists over all the +countryside. It is bad for fighting on land, and worse for fighting +in the air. But fighting goes on. Yesterday the enemy made +strong counter-attacks at many points of our new line, and especially +to the north of Frezenberg, west of Zonnebeke, where, at +three in the afternoon, his infantry advanced upon the 15th (Scottish) +Division after a violent bombardment. They were swept +down by artillery and machine-gun fire. At five o'clock they came +on again, moving suddenly out of a dense smoke-barrage, and +gained 300 yards of ground. Our guns poured shells on to +this ground, and at nine o'clock last night our men went behind +the barrage and regained this position. The enemy's gun-fire +is intense over a great part of the country taken from him, and +his long-range guns are shelling far behind the lines. Generally +the situation is exactly the same as it stood at the end of the +first day of battle, when our advance was firm and complete +at the northern end of the attack, where the Guards and the +Welsh had swept over the Pilkem Ridge without great trouble, +and where farther south the troops who had advanced beyond +St.-Julien had to fall back a little, partly under the pressure of +counter-attacks, but chiefly in order to get into line with their +right wing, which had been engaged in the hardest fighting, +and had not reached the same depth of country. That was in +the wooded ground south-east of the salient, where the enemy +had a large number of machine-guns in the cover of Glencorse +Copse, Inverness Wood, and Shrewsbury Forest, and repulsed +the very desperate attacks of the 8th and 30th Divisions.</p> + +<p>Outside one copse there was a very strong position, known to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> +our men as Stirling Castle. It was once a French château, surrounded +by a park and outbuildings, long destroyed but made +into a strong point with concrete emplacements. Rapid machine-gun +fire poured out of this place against our men, but it was captured +after several rushes. The trenches in front of it were also +gained by the Royal Scots and Durham Light Infantry of the 8th +Division. Later a counter-attack was launched against them +by the Germans of one of the young classes, and here at least +these lads, who do not seem to have fought very well elsewhere, +came on like tiger cubs and gained some of their trenches back. +From all the woods in this neighbourhood there was an incessant +sweep of machine-gun bullets, and, as I have already said +in earlier dispatches, many small counter-attacks were launched +from them, without much success, but strong enough to make +progress difficult to our men, now that the weather had set in +badly, so that our guns were hampered by lack of aeroplane +observation. All through the night and yesterday the enemy's +barrage-fire was fiercely sustained, and our men dug themselves +in as best they could, and took cover in shell-holes.</p> + +<p>Hard fighting had happened that day southward and on the +right of our attack past Hollebeke and the line between Oostaverne +and Warneton. Opposite Hollebeke there were English +county troops of the 41st Division—West Kents, Surreys, Hampshires, +Gloucesters, Oxford and Bucks, and Durham Light +Infantry—and they went "over the bags," as they call it, in +almost pitch-darkness, like the men on either side of them. This +was the reason of an accident which was almost a tragedy. As +they went forward over that shell-destroyed ground they left +behind them Germans hidden in shell-pits, who sniped our men +in the rear, and picked off many of them until later in the day +they were routed out. Beyond this open country the ruins of +Hollebeke were full of cellars, made into strong dug-outs, and +crowded with Germans who would not come out. They will +never come out. Our men flung bombs down into these +underground places, and passed on to the line where they stay +on the east side of the village. At a little bit of ruin there +was some delay because of the machine-guns there, and for +some time it was uncertain whether we held the place, as a +messenger sent down to report its capture was killed on his +journey. Along the line of the railway here there was a row +of concrete dug-outs, and a bomber of the Middlesex went up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> +alone climbed the embankment, and dropped bombs through +their ventilator. So there was not much trouble from them.</p> + +<p>In some of the dug-outs in this neighbourhood about a score +of bottles of champagne were found, for a feast by German +officers. But our soldiers drank it; indeed, one—a Canadian +fellow—drank a whole bottle to himself, being very thirsty, +and after that he found one of the officers for whom the drink +was meant, but for the fortune of war. He was lying on his +truckle bed below ground, hoping, perhaps, to be asleep when +death should come to him out of the tornado of fire which +had swept over him for days. "Come out of that," shouted +the Canadian, and then, having left his arms behind him, +dragged him out by the hair.</p> + +<p>South of Hollebeke three little rivers run. One of them is +the Rozebeek, and another is the Wambeek, and the third +is the Blawepoortbeek, and there is a small ridge between +each of them, and a copse between them. Two bodies of +English troops of the 19th and 37th Divisions—Lancashires, +Cheshires, Warwicks, Staffords and Wiltshires, Somersets, +Bedfords, South Lancashires, and Royal Fusiliers—attacked +these positions, those on the right making their assault +four hours later than those on the left. They had already +pushed out by small raids and rushes half-way to the +copse before the attack, and when the signal to go forward +came they made the rest of the way very quickly, so that the +copse fell. The enemy here fought hard, and had cover in +concrete emplacements, with underground entries. Beyond he +held out stoutly under machine-gun and rifle barrage. Meanwhile, +on the extreme right of attack were the Australians and +New-Zealanders in the ground below Warneton. It was difficult +country. The enemy had gone to great trouble to wire his +hedges and camouflage the shell-holes with wire netting, below +which he hid machine-guns and snipers. The village of La +Basseville, like all the places we call villages, a mere huddle of +broken bricks, had already been taken once and lost in a +counter-attack. Now it was the New-Zealanders who took it. +The same thing happened as at Hollebeke. The enemy refused +to leave his dug-outs and was bombed to death in them. +"Can't make any use of the cellars," came a message through, +"as they are choked with dead." Not far from La Basseville +was the stump of an old windmill standing lonely on a knoll.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> +Because of its observation it was important to get, and it was +the Australians who captured it after hard fighting. At 9.30 +in the morning the Germans came out in waves across the +Warneton-Gapaard road and so encircled the windmill that the +Australians had to draw back and leave it. But at midnight, +after it had been shelled for several hours, they went back, +routed out the garrison, and now hold it again. At half-past +three the same afternoon the New-Zealanders were counter-attacked +at La Basseville, but the Germans were beaten back.</p> + +<p>So the fortunes of the day were alternating, but at the end +of it the position became clear. We had made and held all +the ground that we intended. Then our men dug in, and the +rain, which had begun on the afternoon of the battle, grew +heavier. It has rained ever since. The ground is all a swamp +and the shell-holes are ponds. The Army lies wet, and all the +foulness of Flemish weather in winter is upon them in August. +Through the mist the enemy's shell-fire never ceases, and our +guns reply with long bombardments and steady barrages. +The walking wounded come back over miles of churned-up +ground, dodging the shells, and when they get down to the +clearing-stations they are caked with mud and very weary. +War is not a blithe business, even when the sun is shining. In +this gloom and filth it is more miserable.</p> + +<p>The weather has been bad for flying men. Impossible, one +would say, looking up at the low-lying storm-clouds. Yet on +the day of battle our airmen went out and, baulked of artillery +work, flew over the enemy's country and spread terror there. +It was a flying terror which, when told in the barest words of +these boys, is stranger than old mythical stories of flying +horses and dragons on the wing. Imagine one of these winged +engines swooping low over one as one walks along a road far +from the lines, and above the roar of its engine the sharp crack +of a revolver with a bullet meant for you. Imagine one of +these birds hovering above one's cottage roof and firing +machine-gun bullets down the chimneys, and then flying round +to the front and squirting a stream of lead through the open +door, and, after leaving death inside, soaring up into a rain-cloud. +That, and much more, was done on July 31. These +airmen of ours attacked the German troops on the march and +scattered them, dropped bombs on their camps and aerodromes, +flying so low that their wheels skirted the grass, and were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> +seldom more than a few yards above the tree-tops. The +narrative of one man begins with his flight over the enemy's +country, crossing canals and roads as low as thirty feet, until he +came to a German aerodrome. The men there paid no attention, +thinking this low flier was one of theirs, until a bomb fell +on the first shed. Then they ran in all directions panic-stricken. +The English pilot skimmed round to the other side of the shed +and played his machine-gun through the open doors, then +soared a little and gave the second shed a bomb. He flew +round and released a bomb for the third shed, but failed with +the fourth, because the handle did not act quickly enough. So +he spilt his bomb between the shed and a railway train standing +still there. By this time a German machine-gun had got to +work upon him, but he swooped right down upon it, scattering +the gunners with a burst of bullets, and flew across the sheds +again, firing into them at twenty feet. His ammunition drum +was exhausted, and he went up to a cloud to change, and then +came down actually to the ground, tripping across the grass +on dancing wheels, and firing into the sheds where the mechanics +were cowering. Then he tired of this aerodrome and flew off, +overtaking two German officers on horses. He dived at them +and the horses bolted. He came upon a column of 200 troops +on the march, and swooped above their heads with a stream of +bullets until they ran into hedges and ditches. He was using +a lot of ammunition, and went up into a cloud to fix another +drum. Two German aeroplanes came up to search for him, +and he flew to meet them and drove one down so that it crashed +to earth. German soldiers gathered round it, and our fellow +came down to them and fired into their crowd. A little +later he flew over a passenger train and pattered bullets +through its windows, and then, having no more ammunition, +went home.</p> + +<p>There was a boy of eighteen in one of our aerodromes the +night before the battle, and he was very glum because he was +not allowed to go across the German lines next day on account +of his age and inexperience. After many pleadings he came +to his squadron commander at night in his pyjamas and said, +"Look here, sir, can't I go?" So he was allowed to go, and +set out in company with another pilot in another machine. +But he soon was alone, because he missed the other man in a +rain-storm. His first adventure was with a German motor-car<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span> +with two officers. He gave chase, saw it turn into side roads, +and followed. Then he came low and used his machine-gun. +One of the officers fired an automatic pistol at him, so our boy +thought that a good challenge and, leaving go of his machine-gun, +pulled out his own revolver, and there was the strangest duel between +a boy in the air and a man in a car. The aeroplane was +fifty feet high then, but dropped to twenty just as the car pulled +up outside a house. The young pilot shot past, but turned and +saw the body of one officer being dragged indoors. He swooped +over the house and fired his machine-gun into it, and then sent +a Very-light into the car, hoping to set it on fire. Presently +he was attacked by a bombardment from machine-guns, +"Archies," and light rockets, so he rose high and took cover +in the clouds. But it was not the last episode of his day out. +He saw some infantry crossing a wooden bridge and dived at +them with rapid bursts of machine-gun fire. They ran like +rabbits from a shot-gun, and when he came round again he saw +four or five dead lying on the bridge. From the ditches men +fired at him with rifles, so he stooped low and strafed them, +and then went home quite pleased with himself.</p> + +<p>There were scores of flying men who did these things. The +pilots of two units alone flew an aggregate of 396 hours 25 +minutes, and fired 11,258 rounds of machine-gun bullets at +ground targets, to say nothing of Very-lights. Those machines +were not out in France for exhibition purposes, as gentlemen +now abed in England are pleased to think. All this sounds +romantic, and certainly there is the romance of youthful +courage and fearless spirit. But apart from human courage, +the ugliness and foulness of war grow greater month by month, +and if anybody speaks to me of war's romance I will tell him +of things I have seen to-day and yesterday and make his blood +run cold. For the sum of human agony is high.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>III</h3> + +<h3>THE BEGINNING OF THE RAINS</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 1</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>A violent rain-storm began yesterday afternoon after our +advance across the enemy's lines to the Pilkem Ridge and the +northern curve of the Ypres salient, and it now veils all the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> +battlefield in a dense mist. It impedes the work of our airmen +and makes our artillery co-operation with the infantry more +difficult, and adds to the inevitable hardships of our men out +there in the new lines where the ground has been cratered by +our shell-fire into one wild quagmire of pits. To the enemy +it is not altogether a blessing. His airmen get no observation +of our movements, and his gunners do not find their targets, +while his poor, wretched infantry, lying out in open ground or +in woods where they get no cover from our fire, must be in a +frightful condition, unable to get food because of our barrages +behind them, and wet to the skin.</p> + +<p>The enemy's command has been unable to organize any +effective counter-attacks, and so far has sent forward small +bodies of storm troops moving vaguely to uncertain objectives +and smashed by our fire before they have reached our lines. +There were many of these attacks yesterday. Against the +Lancashire regiments of the 15th and the Scots of the 55th +Division they were repeated all through the day, beginning +at three o'clock in the afternoon, and coming again at eleven +o'clock, 1.45, and 7.15 this morning.</p> + +<p>The Lehr Regiment, whom the Kaiser called his brave +Coburgers during the battles of the Somme, were very severely +mauled yesterday and suffered heavy losses. Both the 235th +Division and the Third Guards Division, engaged by our men +on the Steenbeek line, have been shattered. So great has +been the alarm of the enemy at the menace to his line that he +has been rushing up reserves by omnibuses and light railways +to the firing-line over tracks which are shelled by us day and +night. The suffering of all the German troops, huddled +together in exposed places, must be as hideous as anything in +the agony of mankind, slashed to bits by storms of shells and +urged forward to counter-attacks which they know will be their +death.</p> + +<p>I saw this morning large numbers of prisoners taken during +the past twenty-four hours and just brought in. They had the +look of men who have been through hell. They were drenched +with rain, which poured down their big steel helmets. Their +top-boots were full of water, which squelched out at every step, +and their sunken eyes stared out of ash-grey faces with the +look of sick and hunted animals. Many of them had cramp in +the stomach through long exposure and hunger before being<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> +captured, and they groaned loudly and piteously. Many of +them wept while being interrogated, protesting bitterly that +they hated the war and wanted nothing but peace. They have +no hope of victory for their country. An advance into Russia +fills them with no new illusions, but seems to them only a +lengthening of the general misery. They do not hide the +sufferings of their people at home, and say that in the towns +there is bitter want, and only in the rural districts is there +enough to eat. In the field they are filled with gloomy forebodings, +and live in terror of our tremendous gun-fire. The +older men, non-commissioned officers who have come back +after wounds, and other soldiers of long training, say that the +boys of the young classes who are now filling up the ranks +have no staying power under shell-fire and no fighting spirit. +Among the prisoners I saw to-day I think about a quarter +of them, or perhaps a little less, were these young boys, anæmic-looking +lads, with terror in their eyes. The others were more +hardy-looking men, though pale and worn. It is certain that +they made no great fight yesterday when our men were near +them, except when they still had cover in concrete emplacements. +And it is no wonder that all fight has gone out of them. +Some even of our own men were startled and stunned by the +terrific blast of our gun-fire. Some of these men have told me +that when they went forward to get into line before the attack, +they had to pass through mile after mile of our batteries, the +heavy guns behind, and gradually reaching the lighter batteries +forward, until they arrived at the field-guns, so thickly placed +that at some points they were actually wheel to wheel. The +night was dark, but there was no darkness among these +batteries. Their flashes lit up their neighbourhood with lurid +torches, blinding the eyes of the troops on the march, and all +about the air rocked with the blast of their fire and the noise +was so great that men were deafened. As the troops went +forward for five or six miles to the assembly-lines flights of +shells passed over their heads in a great rush through space, +and it was terrifying even to men like one of those I met to-day, +who has become familiar with the noise of gun-fire since +the early days of Ypres and the fury of the Somme. But the +worst came when the field-guns began their rapid fire before +yesterday's dawn. It was like the fire of machine-guns in its +savage sweep, but instead of machine-gun bullets they were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> +18-pounder shells, and each report from thousands of guns was +a sharp, ear-splitting crack.</p> + +<p>An Irish fellow who described his own adventures to me as +he lay wounded and told his tale as vividly as a great orator, +because of the perfect truth and simplicity of each phrase, said +that he and all his comrades hurried to get away from their +own lines when the signal of attack came in order to escape +from the awful noise. They preferred the greater quietude of +the enemy's positions. They went across blasted ground. It +had been harrowed by the sweep of fire. Trenches had disappeared, +concrete emplacements had been overturned, breastworks +had been flung like straws to the wind. The only men +who lived were those who were huddled in sections of trench +which were between the barrage-lines of our fire. Our men +had no fear of what the enemy could do to them. They went +forward to find creatures eager to escape from this blazing hell. +It was only in redoubts like the Frezenberg Redoubt which +had escaped destruction that the German machine-gunners still +fought and gave trouble. Many of the enemy must have been +buried alive with machine-guns and trench-mortars and bomb +stores. But there were other dead not touched by shell-fire, +nor by any bullet. They had been killed by our gas attack +which had gone before the battle. Rows of them lay clasping +their gas-masks, and had not been quick enough before the +vapour of death reached them. But others, with their gas-masks +on, were dead. One of our men tells me that he came +across the bodies of a group of German officers. They belonged +to a brigade staff, and they were all masked, with tin beast-like +nozzles, and they were all stone dead. It is the vengeance of +the gods for that gas, foul and damnable, which they used +against us first in the second battle of Ypres and ever since. It +is the worst weapon of modern warfare, and has added the +blackest terror to all this slaughter of men.</p> + +<p>Because there was not great fighting with infantry yesterday, +it must not be thought that our men had an easy time. The +enemy was quick to put down his barrage, and although it was +not anything like our annihilating fire, it was bad enough, as +any shell-fire is. I met some young Scots of the Gordons and +Camerons to-day, who had been through an episode of a +thrilling kind, which was horrible while it lasted. When the +signal for attack came yesterday, they were a little mad, like<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> +some of their comrades, because they said they saw the Germans +running away on the other side of our wall of shells. Without +waiting for the barrage to creep forward, these Scots ran +forward right among our own shells, and, by some miracle, +many of them escaped being hit, and went forward in pursuit. +A party of about a hundred went right beyond their goal and +found themselves isolated and out of touch with the main +body. They were heavily shelled and attacked by bombing +parties. They sent runners back asking for reinforcements, but +none came because of their far-flung position. They tried to +signal for an artillery barrage to protect them, but this call was +not seen. They ran out of ammunition, and saw that death +was coming close to them. It touched some men with great +chunks of hot shell, and they fell dead in their shell-craters. +Other men were buried by the bursts of 5·9's. These boys of the +8/10th Gordons were proud. They did not want to retire, though +they knew they had gone too far, but at last, when all their +officers had been killed but one, the order was given to this +little remnant of men to save their lives and get back if they +could. They went back through heavy fire, and I talked with +two of them this morning, happy to find themselves alive and +bright-eyed fellows still. It is extraordinary what escapes +many of them have had. A group of them in the farthest line +of advance lay down in craters under a rapid sweep of machine-gun +fire from a redoubt in front of them. They watched over +the edge of their craters how two Tanks came up, heaving and +lurching over the tossed earth, until they were within gun-range +of the redoubt. Then they opened fire. But the enemy's +gunners had seen them, and tried to get them with direct +hits. Most of the shells fell short all around those English +lads hiding in the craters. Some of these were buried and +some killed. But the others held on to their ground, which is +still in our hands.</p> + +<p>The stretcher-bearers were magnificent, and worked all day +and night searching out the wounded and carrying them back +under fire. Many of the German prisoners gladly lent a hand +in this work on their way back. At the dressing-stations +to-day I saw them giving pickaback to men—ours—who were +wounded about the legs and feet. They prefer this work to +fighting.</p> + +<p>After yesterday's battle our line includes the whole of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span> +Pilkem Ridge and the ground in the valley beyond to the line +of the Steenbeek river, and southwards in a curve that slices +off the old Ypres salient. It has been a heavy blow to the +enemy. Now it is all rain and mud and blood and beastliness.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>IV</h3> + +<h3>PILL-BOXES AND MACHINE-GUNS</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 3</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The weather is still frightful. It is difficult to believe that we +are in August. Rather it is like the foulest weather of a +Flemish winter, and all the conditions which we knew through +so many dreary months during three winters of war up here in +the Ypres salient are with us again. The fields are quagmires, +and in shell-crater land, which is miles deep round Ypres, the +pits have filled with water. The woods loom vaguely through +a wet mist, and road traffic labours through rivers of slime. It +is hard luck for our fighting men. But in spite of repeated +efforts the enemy has not succeeded in his counter-attacks, +after our line withdrew somewhat at the end of the first day +south and south-east of St.-Julien. In my first accounts of the +battle I did not give full measure to the hardness of the fighting +in which some of our troops were engaged, nor to the stubbornness +of the enemy's resistance. It is now certain that, whereas +many of the German infantry, terror-stricken by our bombardment, +surrendered easily enough, others made good use of +strong defences not annihilated by our fire, and put up a +desperate defence. Fresh troops, like the 221st Division, were +flung in by the German command in the afternoon of the first +day and made repeated attacks, under cover of the mist, +against our men, who were tired after twenty-four hours in the +zone of fire, who in some sectors had suffered heavily, but who +fought still with a courage which defied defeat. A commanding +officer of a Lancashire battalion went to meet some of his men +coming back yesterday. They were wet and caked with mud +and unshaven and dead-beat, and they had lost many comrades, +but they had the spirit to pull themselves up and smile with a +light in their eyes when the commanding officer said he was +proud of them, because they had done all that men could, and +one of them called out cheerily, "When shall we go on again,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> +sir?" An officer who was left last out of his battalion to hold +out in an advanced position said to the padre, who has just +visited him in hospital, "I hope the General was not disappointed +with us." The General, I am sure, was not disappointed +with these men of the 55th Division. No one could +think of them without enthusiasm and tenderness, marvelling +at their spirit and at the fight they made in tragic hours. +Because it was a tragedy to them that after gaining ground +they had been asked to take, and not easily nor without losses, +they should have to fall back and fight severe rear-guard actions +to cover a necessary withdrawal.</p> + +<p>These Lancashire men, with many men of the Liverpool +battalions, had to attack from Wieltje through successive +systems of trenches. This ground is just to the right of St.-Julien +and to the left of Frezenberg, below the Gravenstafel +Spur, Zonnebeke, and Langemarck. The way lay past a +number of German strong points—Beck House, Plum Farm, +Pound Farm, and Square Farm—once small farmsteads, long +blown to bits, but fortified by concrete strongholds with walls +of concrete two yards thick. Our gun-fire wrecked all the +ground about them and toppled over a few of these places, but +left a number untouched, and that was the cause of the trouble. +Each one had to be taken by a separate action led by our +young platoon commanders, and it was a costly series of small +engagements—costly to officers, especially, as always happens +at such times. These young subalterns of ours handled their +men not only gallantly, but skilfully, and the men followed +their lead with cunning as well as pluck, and got round the +concrete works by rifle-fire and bombing until they could rush +them at close quarters. In this way two strongly held farms +were taken, while from the right the Lancashire men were +swept by enfilade fire from a third farm until its garrison was +routed out and 160 of them captured. There was hard fighting +farther on for a line of trenches where some of the wire was +still uncut, with machine-gun fire rattling from the left flank.</p> + +<p>But the fiercest fighting came after that against another +series of those concrete forts, among them the Pommern +Redoubt, where separate actions had again to be made by little +groups of men under platoon commanders. The enemy's +machine-gunners served their weapons to the last. In this +ground, too were five batteries of German field-guns, who fired<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span> +upon our men until they were within 500 yards. The gunners +had to be shot down, and our men streamed past the guns in +perfect order just as they had rehearsed the attack beforehand, +sending back reports, carrying through the whole operation as +though on a field-day behind the lines. Yet by that time their +strength had been ebbing away, and many of them had fallen. +They reached the extreme limit of their advance with outposts +at two more fortified farms—Wurst and Aviatik Farms—from +which two days later a delayed report came back from the last +remaining officer of the party that he had reached this high +ground in front of Wurst Farm, and that his battalion was +badly depleted. That was an heroic little message, but a few +hours later that ground was no longer in our hands. The +troops of the 39th Division on the left of the Lancashire men had +found some trouble with uncut wire, and the enemy developed +a strong counter-attack from the north, taking advantage of +that exposed flank. They prepared for attack by a heavy +artillery barrage, controlled by low-flying aeroplanes and co-operating +with the infantry. At the same time another +counter-attack came down from the high ground on the right +to strike between the Lancashire men of the 55th Division +and the Scottish troops of the 15th on their right. It was +decided to withdraw to a better defensive line, and 160 +Lancashire Fusiliers got into Schuler Farm, and held it against +heavy odds in order to cover this movement. They stayed +there, using machine-guns and rifles until only thirty of them +were left standing, and all around them were dead and dying. +Their work was done, for they had held out long enough to +protect the withdrawing lines, and the thirty survivors decided +to fight their way back through an enemy fast closing in upon +them. So they left the farm, and of the thirty ten reached the +new line. Since then the enemy has made repeated attacks +from the high ground on the right, and especially against the +Pommern Redoubt, but every time he has been cut up by the +fire of our guns and rifles. I hear that this afternoon he is +again massing for another attempt, according to the orders +given to the German troops that they must get back all the +ground they have lost, and at all costs, by August 3, which is +to-day.</p> + +<p>I have already told in a general way in previous dispatches +how the Scots of the 15th Division farther south than the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span> +Lancashire men fought their way up to the Frezenberg Redoubt, +coming under a blast of machine-gun fire from a neighbouring +farm until they captured its garrison, and then going on to +two other enemy redoubts. They had the same trouble as the +Lancashire men with these concrete forts, but attacked them +with stubborn courage, and put them out of action. One of my +good friends was wounded in front of one of these emplacements +in command of his battalion of 8/1Oth Gordons, and it was by +an odd chance that I saw him as he lay wounded in a casualty +clearing-station a few hours later. "I hear my men have +done well," he said. They did as well as they have always +done in many great battles, and not only well, but wonderfully, +and they went as far as they were allowed to go, and +held on in their old grim way when things were at their worst. +The whole line of the Scottish troops below the Langemarck-Zonnebeke +road was attacked at two in the afternoon, or +thereabouts, and their advanced line gradually withdrew under +a fierce fire. At six o'clock the enemy slightly penetrated the +advance line, driving the Gordons back a hundred yards, but +the Camerons drove them out and away. This was on a front +to the east of St.-Julien and south of Zonnebeke.</p> + +<p>The general position remains the same. The weather remains +the same, and the mud and the discomfort of men living under +incessant rain and abominable shell-fire do not decrease: +nevertheless, they have smashed up attack after attack, and +their spirit is unbreakable. The enemy is suffering from the +same evil conditions, and his only advantage is that perhaps +he has better cover in which to assemble his men, and that, +owing to his defeat, he is nearer to his base, so that they have +not so far to tramp through the swamps in order to get up +supplies of food for guns and men. As usual, we have behind +us a wide stretch of shell-broken ground, which, in foul weather +like this, becomes a slough.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 5</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>For the first time for four days and nights the rain has +stopped, and there is even a pale gleam of sunshine, though +the sky is still heavy with rain-clouds. Oh, foul weather! +What a curse it has been to our men! But the guns have +never ceased their fire because of the rain and the mist, and all +last night again and to-day there has been tremendous gunning.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> +Our gunners have been working at high tension for several +weeks, and the admiration of the infantry goes out to these +men who, though they do not go over the top, are under heavy +fire from German counter-battery work and bombed by German +aeroplanes and strained by the enormous responsibility of +protecting the infantry and keeping up barrage-fire without +rest. In this battle the gunners have done marvellously, to +the very limit of human endurance. As for the infantry, words +are not good enough to describe the grit of them all. Apart +from all the inevitable beastliness of battle, they have had to +fight in this filthy weather, and it has made it a thousand times +worse. In August men don't expect to get drowned in shell-holes, +nor to get stuck to the armpits in mud before they reach +the first German line. It was not as bad as that everywhere, +but exactly that in parts of the line even before the heavy rains +came on. The men of the 8th and 30th Divisions who attacked +over ground like this east of Zillebeke went through +abominable adventures. It was almost pitch-dark when they +went forward, and the first thing that happened was that +battalions became hopelessly mixed because of the darkness +and the nature of the ground; and the second thing that +the barrage went ahead of them so that they had to struggle +behind in the morass unsupported by its fire, and shot at by +Germans on their flanks.</p> + +<p>Two lines of trenches known to our men as Jackdaw Support +and Jackdaw Reserve were captured without much difficulty +as far as the enemy was concerned, about eighty prisoners being +taken in them, but with enormous difficulty on account of the +boggy ground. Imagine these men, loaded up with packs and +rifles and sand-bags and shovels, slipping and falling among the +shell-pits, which were full of mud, water, and wire. Fellows +stopped to pull out their comrades and were dragged in after +them. It took them three-quarters of an hour to get over two +lines of undefended trenches, whole platoons getting bogged in +them and slipping back when they tried to climb out. It +was a trying time for the officers who saw the barrage of our +guns getting away ahead. Beyond them was high ground, +from which German machine-gun and rifle fire swept them, +and not far away German snipers potted our men, and especially +our officers, as they climbed in and out of shell-craters. Two +officers of the Manchesters had been killed by one of these<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> +fellows when a private crept out alone on his flank, stole round +him very quietly, pounced and killed him. It took two and +a half hours to get to Jackdaw Reserve Trench in Sanctuary +Wood, and the enemy's riflemen who had been firing at close +range then ran back, or as our men say, "hopped it." The +Menin road from Ypres runs through the high ground just +here, and it was about here that the hardest time came for +the 30th Division, because of the fierce machine-gun fire. It +was here, also, that many gallant deeds were done by men +who had lost their officers, and by the officers who had lost +their men but collected stragglers and groups from mixed +units to get on with the attack. A young private soldier of +a machine-gun company advanced with his Lewis gun and +by rapid fire put a German machine-gun out of action, so +that a bombing party could get on. A lance-corporal of the +Manchesters rallied up stragglers, organized groups, and +rushed some of the German strong points. A captain behaved +throughout the battle with the most fearless gallantry, and +when his men wavered and fell back before the blast of machine-gun +bullets that drove across the Menin road, rallied them and +gathered up lads from other units, and captured two strong +points with these storming parties. He was wounded in this +action, but paid no heed to that, and continued to lead his men. +It was here that the great tunnel ran across the Menin road, +from which forty-one Germans were taken. To the right of +the road this side of Inverness Copse and the Dumbarton +Lakes stood Stirling Castle on the high ground of a semi-circular +ridge surrounded by deep shell-pits. The "castle" itself +was just a heap of broken bricks on this commanding ground, +and behind those bricks were German machine-gunners, who +served their weapons until our men were close to them. Then +they "hopped it" again, but stayed on the other side of the +ridge, firing at any men who showed themselves over the crest. +Our men fought round the castle for hours, heavily shelled as +soon as the enemy's gunners knew it was in our hands, and +meeting counter-attacks which developed later.</p> + +<p>A thousand and more acts of courage were done in those +hours by men who knew that their comrades' lives and their +own depended upon "getting on with the job," as they call it. +It was necessary to get reports back to brigade headquarters +at all costs, so that supplies and supports might be sent up,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span> +and to get into touch with battalion and company commanders +from the advanced line. It was not easy either to write or to +send down these messages. Wires were cut and runners killed. +But it had to be done. A company sergeant-major, though +lightly wounded first and then badly wounded after leading his +men up under a sweep of machine-gun bullets, sat down in the +mud and scribbled out his report. There was a young Irish +private in these Manchesters who did wonderful work as a +runner with these messages. He volunteered whenever there +was a dangerous bit of work to do, exposing himself over +and over again, and gathering up stragglers to fill up gaps +in the line of defence. A sergeant acted as runner when two +of his own had been killed, and got through under intense fire. +And one of these runners had a great adventure all to himself +on his journey under fire. This young private was going up +with a message when he saw something move outside a dug-out. +He went forward cautiously, and saw a German soldier +disappear into the dark entry. The Manchester lad was all alone, +but he followed the German into the hole, down a flight of mud +stairs and into an underground cave. He stood face to face with +eighteen men. One of them was a non-commissioned officer. +They stared back at him with brooding eyes, as though wondering +whether they should kill him. He shouted at them, "Now +then, come out, and look sharp about it," and made a sign to +the door. They put their hands up and said, "Kamerad." +"Well, then, get out," said the boy. They filed out past him, +and he waited till the last had gone. Then he went up the +mud stairs to open ground again, and saw that the eighteen +men had scattered, finding that he was all alone. He shouted +to them and fired his rifle over their heads, so that they thought +twice of escape, and then came back to him meekly. So he +formed them up, and marched behind them down to the +prisoners' cage, where he took his receipt for eighteen prisoners.</p> + +<p>There was now great shelling, and the enemy was massing for +a counter-attack. Through this fire a young Irish officer in the +machine-gun section brought up nine out of his twelve guns in +order to meet the attack, and without that great courage of his +the position would have been very bad. A sergeant of machine-gunners +stood in a bit of a trench with his team when a shell +burst, killing two men and wounding others. He stood there, +splashed with blood and in great danger of death, without<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> +losing his nerve or his spirit, and after helping the wounded he +"carried on" and kept his guns in action.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, down at brigade headquarters the situation was +very obscure; so obscure that the brigadier sent up a young +captain, his brigade major, to find out the situation and report +on it. Not a safe and easy job to do at such a time; but this +officer, whom I met to-day, went up to Stirling Castle, where +he found mixed units still under heavy machine-gun fire, and +only one or two officers without knowledge of the general +situation owing to the difficulty of getting communications. +The brigade major reorganized the situation with a cool head +and a fine courage, collected parties of mixed riflemen, and +took them to the high ground, where there was a good field of +fire, and then, with his orderly, moved across the Menin road, +which was at that time unprotected. He organized the support +of this, and on the way came across the entrance to the tunnel +under the road. He stopped and listened. It seemed to him that +he could hear movements and voices. He went into the tunnel, +and heard and saw a German there. He covered him with a +revolver, and the man put his hands up. But the German was +not alone. There was a shuffling of feet farther down, and the +German said, "There are four of us farther in the tunnel." +The brigade major went farther down, with his revolver +ready, and met the four men and told them in French and +English that he would kill them if they moved a step. They +surrendered, two of them speaking good English, and the +brigade major's orderly took one of their rifles, not being armed +himself, and with that weapon escorted them back. They were +men of the 238th Regiment, and had only been in that line +twenty-four hours. It was the brigade major's report that +cleared up the situation from his headquarters and made it +more easy of control.</p> + +<p>Some Scottish troops who fought alongside the Manchesters +at Stirling Castle behaved with equal valour. They endured +long and intense shelling, while through the murk and +smoke enemy aeroplanes flew very low, firing their machine-guns +at the troops, batteries, and mule convoys, with a good +imitation of our own air pilots. What I have told so far covers +only a small section of the Front, but I have now given a broad +picture of all the length of battle, and these episodes I have +just described will give a closer idea of the way in which all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> +our soldiers have been fighting in this country around Ypres, +and of all they have suffered in the foulest weather I have ever +seen in summer.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 4</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The Tanks have justified themselves again, and won their +spurs—spurs as big as gridirons—in the battle of Flanders. +They had plenty of chance to show what they could do.</p> + +<p>As I described yesterday, the way of our advance was +hindered by a number of little concrete forts built in the ruin +of farmsteads which had withstood our gun-fire. At Plum Farm +and Apple Villa, and in stronger, more elaborate, fortified points, +like the Frezenberg and Pommern Castle and Pommern +Redoubt, the enemy's machine-gunners held out when everything +about them was chaos and death, and played a barrage +of bullets on our advancing men. Platoons and half-platoons +attacked them in detail at a great cost of life, and it was in +such places that the Tanks were of most advantage. It was at +Pommern Castle, east of St.-Julien, that one of the Tanks did +best. Don't imagine the castle as a kind of Windsor, with big +walls and portcullis and high turrets, but as slabs of concrete in a +huddle of sand-bags above a nest of deep dug-outs. On the other +side of it was Pommern Redoubt, the same in style of defence. +Our men were fighting hard for the castle, and having a bad +time under its fire. The Tank came to help them, and advanced +under a swish of bullets to the German emplacement, lurching +up the piled bags over the heaped-up earth, and squatting on +top like a grotesque creature playing the old game of "I'm the +King of the Castle; get down, you dirty rascals." The dirty +rascals, who were German soldiers, unshaven and covered in +wet mud, did not like the look of their visitor, which was firing +with great ferocity. They fled to the cover of Pommern +Redoubt beyond. Then the Tank moved back to let the +infantry get on, but as soon as it had turned its back the +Germans, with renewed pluck, took possession of the castle +again. The men who were fighting round about again gave a +signal to the Tank to get busy. So it came back, and with the +infantry on its flanks made another assault, so that the enemy +fled again. Pommern Redoubt was attacked in the same way +with good help from the Tank.</p> + +<p>The Frezenberg Redoubt was another place where the Tanks +were helpful, and they did good work at Westhoek, the remnant<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[220]</a></span> +of a village to the right of that. One of them attacked and +helped to capture a strong point west of St.-Julien, from which +a good many Germans came out to surrender, and afterwards +some Tanks went through the village, but had to get out again +in a hurry to escape capture in the German counter-attacks. +It was not easy to get back in a hurry, as by that hour in the +afternoon the rain had turned the ground to swamp, and the +Tanks sank deep in it, with wet mud half-way up their flanks, +and slipped and slithered back when they tried to struggle out. +Many of the officers and crews had to get out of their steel +forts, risking heavy shelling and machine-gun fire to dig out +their way, and in the neighbourhood of St.-Julien they +worked for two hours in the open to de-bog their Tank +while German gunners tried to destroy them by direct hits. +In a farm somewhere in this neighbourhood no fewer than +sixty Germans came out with their hands up in surrender as +soon as the Tank was at close quarters, and a story is told, +though I haven't the exact details, that in another place the +mere threat of a Tank's approach was enough to decide a party +of eight to give in. It is certain beyond all doubt that the +enemy's infantry has a great fear of these machines, and does not +see any kind of humour in them. In this battle there is not a +single case of an attack upon a Tank by infantry, though we +know that they have been given special training behind their +lines with dummy Tanks according to definite rules laid down +by the German Command.</p> + +<p>One fight did take place with a Tank, and it is surely the +most fantastic duel that has ever happened in war. It was +queer enough, as I described a day or two ago, when one of +our airmen flew over a motor-car, and engaged in a revolver +duel with a German officer, but even that strange picture is +less weird than when a German aeroplane flew low over a +Tank, and tried to put out its eyes by bursts of machine-gun +bullets. Imagine the scene—that muddy monster crawling +through the slime, with sharp stabs of fire coming from its +flanks, and above an engine, with wings, swooping round and +about it like an angry albatross, and spattering its armour +with bullets. It was an unequal fight, for the Tank just +ignored that waspish machine-gun fire, and went on its way +with only a scratch or two. The Tanks were in action around +the marshes and woodlands by Shrewsbury Forest. Here, as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[221]</a></span> +I have already said, there was very severe infantry fighting, in +which the Leicesters, Northamptons, and above all the Middlesex +Regiment had desperate engagements, and the enemy made +many counter-attacks, so that the progress of our men was +slow and difficult. The Tanks helped them as best they +could.</p> + +<p>So goes the tale of the Tanks on the first day of the battle +of Flanders. It will be seen from what I have written that +they gave good help to the troops. The pilots and crews +behaved with splendid gallantry, and not only took great risks, +but endured to the last extremity of fatigue in that narrow, hot +space where they work their engines and their guns.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>V</h3> + +<h3>THE SONG OF THE COCKCHAFERS</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 8</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>One of the most bitter blows to Germany, if she has heard the +news, must be the destruction of the famous regiment of +"Maikaefer," or Cockchafers, by our Welsh troops. The Kaiser +called them his brave Coburgers. In Germany the very +children sang in the streets about them. And proud of their +own exploits, they had their own soldier poets who wrote songs +about the regiment, to which they marched through Belgium +and France and Galicia. I saw one of these songs yesterday, +picked up on the battlefield near Pilkem. It was written by +one Paul Zimmermann of theirs, and was printed in a leaflet +sold at ten pfennigs (a penny). It tells how the Cockchafers +come out in the spring and how the children sing when they +come. They are ready for battle then, wherever it may be. +The call comes for them wherever there is the hardest fighting, +so the Cockchafers swarmed through Belgium, and taught the +French a lesson, and pressed after the wicked English, who—so +the lying legend goes—used dumdum bullets, and swept +back the Russians through Galicia. Old Hindenburg calls for +them every time when there are brave deeds to be done. I +have copied out two verses for those who read German:</p> + +<div class="poem"> +<i>Der Mai der bringt uns Sonnenschein,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Er bringt uns Bluhtenpracht;</span></i><br /> +<br /> +<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[222]</a></span> +<i>Der Mai der bringt uns Kaeferlein<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Viel tausend über Nacht;</span><br /> +Und von der Kinderlippen klingts:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Maikaefer, fliege, flieg"</span><br /> +Und durch den Frühlingesjubel dringts:<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Dein Vater ist im Krieg."</span></i><br /> +<br /> +<i>Uns Garde Fusiliere nennt<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Maikaefer jeder Mund,</span><br /> +Weil unser stolzes Regiment<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Im Mai stets fertig stand.</span></i><br /> +</div> + +<p>Well, old Hindenburg will call in vain now for his Cockchafers, +the Guard Fusilier Regiment of the 3rd Guards Division, for +nearly six hundred of them are in our hands and others lie dead +upon the ground near Pilkem. They had relieved the 100th +Infantry Reserve Regiment on the night of July 29, and lay +three battalions deep in their trench systems across the Yser +Canal north-east of Boesinghe, scattered thinly in the shell-craters +which were all that was left of the trenches in the front +lines, more densely massed in the support lines, and defending +a number of concrete emplacements and dug-outs behind. The +9th Grenadier Regiment and a battalion of the Lehr Regiment +reinforced the Cockchafers and lay out in the open behind the +Langemarck-Gheluvelt line, and in the support lines a battalion +of the Lehr of the 3rd Guards Division had already relieved a +regiment of the 392nd Infantry Reserve Regiment. Some +sections of the 3rd Battalion of the 9th Grenadier Regiment had +been sent forward from Langemarck to act as sniping posts, +and two special machine-gun detachments were also pushed up +to check our assault. They were enough to defend this part +of the Pilkem Ridge, and the ground itself was in their favour +as our men lay in the hollow with their backs to the Yser Canal, +across which all their supports and supplies had to pass.</p> + +<p>What was in the favour of the Welsh was that they knew +the ground in front of them in every detail from air photographs +and from night and day raids, having lived in front of it for +several months, digging and tunnelling so as to get cover from +ceaseless fire, and storing up a great desire to get even with +the enemy for all they had suffered. They had suffered great +hardships and great perils, intensified before the battle because +of violent shelling by high explosives and gas-shells, so that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[223]</a></span> +when the hour for attack came they had been hard tried +already. It made no difference to the pace and order of their +assault. Our bombardment had been overwhelming, and the +heavy barrage which signalled the assault was, according to all +these Welshmen, perfect. They followed it very closely, so +closely that they were on and over the Cockchafers before they +could organize any kind of defence. Many of the enemy's +machine-guns had been smashed and buried. Those still +intact were never brought into action, as their gunners had no +time to get out of the concrete shelters in which they were +huddled to escape from the annihilating fire.</p> + +<p>It was in these places that most of the prisoners were taken—there +and in a big trench, ten feet wide and twelve deep, on +the outskirts of Pilkem village, where there is no village at +all. The Cockchafers came out dazed, and gave themselves up +mostly without a show of fighting. In some of their concrete +shelters, like those at Mackensen Farm—don't imagine any +buildings there—and Gallwitz Farm and Boche House and +Zouave House, there were stores of ammunition, with many +shells and trench-mortars.</p> + +<p>So the Welsh went on in waves, sending back the prisoners +on their way, through Pilkem to the high ground by the iron +cross beyond, and then down the slopes to the Steenbeek +stream. On the left were the Royal Welsh Fusiliers, who took +the ground of Pilkem itself. On the right were men of the +Welsh Regiment. In the ground beyond Pilkem they found +the regimental headquarters in finely built dug-outs, but the +staff had fled to save their skins. There was another big dug-out +near by used by the enemy as a dressing-station. It had +room enough for a hundred men. There were fifty men. The +Welsh swarmed round it—thirty wounded and twenty unwounded +Germans. The doctor in charge was a good fellow, +and, after surrendering his own men, attended to some of the +wounded Welsh. Two machine-guns and sixteen prisoners +were taken out of a place called Jolie Farm, and thirty prisoners +out of Rudolf Farm—concrete kennels in a chaos of craters—and +three officers and forty-seven men came out of the ruins +of a house somewhere near the Iron Cross. All the Welsh +troops behaved with great courage, and a special word is due +to the runners, who carried messages back under fire, and to +the stretcher-bearers, who rescued the wounded utterly regardless<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[224]</a></span> +of their own risks. Afterwards the mule drivers and +leaders were splendid, bringing up supplies under heavy +barrage fire. Wales did well that day, and the Welsh miners, +who had already proved themselves as great diggers and great +tunnellers and very brave men, showed themselves cool and +fearless in the assault.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 6</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>I am now able to mention more of the troops whose adventures +I have described in previous dispatches, in addition to +the Guards and the Welsh, who in a great assault, hardly +checked by the enemy, captured the heights of Pilkem and +went down the slopes beyond to the Steenbeek stream.</p> + +<p>The Manchesters, with Royal Scots, Royal Irish Rifles, and +Durham Light Infantry of the 8th Division, were amongst +those who attacked Stirling Castle below Inverness Copse, as I +narrated in full detail yesterday, with the incident of the runner +who captured eighteen prisoners in a dug-out and of the +young brigade major who reorganized the position and found +five Germans in the great tunnel under the Menin road.</p> + +<p>As I have already said, it was the men of Lancashire with +battalions of the Liverpool Regiment of the 55th Division who +went up from Wieltje against the concrete forts, where they +fought in many independent little actions under platoon commanders, +who shot down the gunners of five German batteries, +and went forward as though on the drill-ground, in spite of +heavy losses and great fire, to Wurst Farm and the high ground +below the Gravenstafel, until they were forced to fall back +somewhat under a heavy German counter-attack, when 160 +men covered the withdrawal, and ten alone got back.</p> + +<p>Farther south, they were Scots of the 15th Division who +attacked the Frezenberg—Gordons and Camerons among them—and +farther south still on their right were Sherwood Foresters +and others of the 39th Division, who had some of the hardest +fighting of the day, up through Hooge, that place of old ill-fame, +round Bellewaerde Lake and across the Menin road to the +Westhoek Ridge.</p> + +<p>It was these Scots and these English who bore the brunt of +the great German counter-attack on the afternoon of August 1. +After fighting their way forward past the pill-box emplacements +or concrete redoubts with a stiff and separate fight at the ruin +of an estaminet on the cross-roads at Westhoek, where a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[225]</a></span> +sergeant and ten or twelve men captured forty of the enemy, +the Sherwood Foresters and their comrades took "cover" +during the night, exposed to fierce shell-fire and drenched in +the rain, now falling steadily, and filling the shell-craters with +mud and water, so that men were up to their waist in them. It +was at about 2.30 on the following afternoon that the enemy +developed his counter-attack from the direction of Bremen +Redoubt and the high ground beyond our line, taking advantage +of the mist to assemble and get forward. It was the critical +hour of the battle.</p> + +<p>The enemy's attack was preceded by a heavy artillery +barrage, and by an incessant and wide-stretching blast of +machine-gun fire. His assaulting troops drove first at the +Midland men south of the Roulers railway, and the Sherwoods +and Northamptons tried to hold their line by rifle-fire, Lewis-gun +fire, and bombs. When officers fell wounded the non-commissioned +officers and men carried on and fought a soldiers' +battle. One Lewis-gunner drove the enemy back from a gap +in the lines and others held back the enemy's storm troops long +enough to give their comrades time to get into good order as +far as was possible in a fight of this kind. The Germans forced +their way forward among the shell-craters and ruins hoping to +surround the Sherwoods and the men of Nottingham and +Derby, who were steadily firing and fighting, so that the +enemy's losses were not light. Meanwhile the Scots of the 15th +Division on the left were meeting the attack and found their +flank exposed owing to these happenings on their right. It +became more and more exposed as the attack proceeded, and +just before three o'clock the Gordons, who were in this perilous +position, had to swing back. This movement uncovered the +battalion headquarters, where one of the officers, acting as +adjutant, had turned out his staff, which fought to defend the +position. He then gathered all the Gordons in his neighbourhood +and held on to the station buildings. Meantime the left +of the Gordons had been swung back to form a defensive flank, +and with two Vickers guns they swept the rear lines of the +storm troops with deadly fire. The enemy fell in great numbers, +but other waves came on and nearly reached the top of the +crest upon which our men had formed their line. There a +young officer of the Gordons seized the critical moment of the +battle and by his rapid action proved himself a great soldier.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[226]</a></span> +With some of the Camerons he led his men forward down the +slopes towards the advancing enemy, each man firing with his +rifle as he advanced, making gaps in the German wave. The +enemy stood up to this for a minute or two, but when the +Highlanders were within fifty yards of them they broke and +ran. As they fled our gunners, who had not seen the first S O S +signals owing to the mist, came into action and inflicted great +losses upon the retreating men. But the day was saved by +the action of the Scottish infantry, who had learned the use of +the rifle in open warfare, and who had been trained for this +kind of action in small groups, acting largely on individual +initiative. Many of the enemy were surrounded by fire, and +one officer and seven men gained our line in safety, while the +others were caught in a death-trap. There were moments +when, but for the courage and discipline of our troops, the +enemy's counter-attack had a great chance of success, and the +history of this battle might have been less victorious for us.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VI</h3> + +<h3>WOODS OF ILL-FAME</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 12</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>There was violent fighting yesterday. After our successful +advance at dawn across the Westhock Ridge, when more than +200 prisoners were taken, the right of our attack in Glencorse +Wood, or Schloss Park as the Germans call it, and among the +tree-stumps which were once woods south of that, was heavily +engaged with an enemy concealed in the usual concrete emplacements, +and defending himself with well-placed machine-guns.</p> + +<p>Among our troops who had the hardest struggle were the +Irish Rifles, Cheshires, Lancashire Fusiliers, North Lancashires, +and Worcestershires of the 25th Division against Glencorse +Wood, and the Bedfords and Queen's of the 18th Division +against Inverness Copse.</p> + +<p>As on the ridge, the infantry came to close quarters and +fought with bombs and rifles and bayonets, but it was mainly +gun-fire again which decided the issues of the day and caused +most losses on both sides. As I have said many times, since +the battle of July 31 the enemy has massed a great power of +artillery against us, and has apparently no immediate lack of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[227]</a></span> +ammunition. For miles the horizon was seething with the +smoke of heavy shells. The enemy's barrage-fire was great. +Ours was greater. Between Glencorse Wood and Inverness +Copse, and all about Stirling Castle and the Frezenberg, he made +a hell of fire, and many of our men had to pass through its fury, +and not all passed or came back again. But afterwards the +enemy's turn came, and masses of his men, thick waves of +them, sent forward with orders to counter-attack, were caught +under the fire of our guns and smashed to pieces.</p> + +<p>The enemy attempted five separate counter-attacks yesterday, +and in spite of all his losses renewed his efforts this morning +with great determination, so that, after the exhaustion and +ordeal of the night under continual fire, our men were compelled +to give way in Glencorse Wood. That was necessary, because +farther south the enemy had held their ground, and the copse +was a salient exposed to harassing fire from large numbers of +guns in the neighbourhood of Polygon Wood and the country +east. It is a favourite device of the enemy to withdraw his +guns on to the flanks of our advance, as soon as we have penetrated +his lines, in order to check further progress, and he did +this as soon as the battle of July 31 was fought, though he had +to leave many of his field-guns in the mud of No Man's Land, +where they still lie.</p> + +<p>This method of defence did not ensure the success of his +counter-attacks, though it had made the progress of our men +hard south of Glencorse Wood. It was at about midday +yesterday that our troops, who had made good their ground +along Westhoek Ridge, had to call for further help from the +guns. At the same time aeroplanes, taking advantage of +wonderful visibility after the rains, were above the German +lines, and saw a great gathering of German troops in Nuns' +Wood and Polygon Wood. The calls were answered by large +groups of batteries over a stretch of country miles deep. The +heavies, far behind the lines, answered with 15-inch and 12-inch +shells. The 9·2's heard the call in the quiet fields, where wild +flowers grow over old shell-holes. Their 8-inch brothers heard +the call and came quick into action. Six-inch and 4·2's made +reply, and from them broke out one great salvo, followed by +long rolls of drum-fire. Among the shell-craters of Nuns' +Wood there were hundreds of men lined up for attack. They +had their rifles at the slope, and they were hung round with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[228]</a></span> +bombs and trench-spades and cloth bags with iron rations, and +they began to move forward just as that bombardment opened +upon them. All the shell-fire burst over them and into them. +They were swept by it. They were killed in heaps. Afterwards +one of our airmen flew low over that stricken wood where they +had been, and he came back with his report. Never before, he +said, had he seen so many dead men. The German soldiers +were lying there in great numbers. Other attempts were made +to get forward, but it was only on the right, where there was +close fighting, that the enemy made any progress.</p> + +<p>At about six in the evening there was another call on our +gunners, and this time the report came that the enemy was +assembling in the valley of the Hanebeek. Two battalions of +them were able to advance into the open towards our lines +before our guns found their target. Then they flung themselves +down under this new storm of fire or tried to escape +from it by running or plunging into shell-craters. There were +not many who escaped.</p> + +<p>One of them who became a prisoner in our hands said that +two battalions were annihilated—he used the phrase "wiped +out." Perhaps that was an exaggeration. There are always +some men who slip through, but in this case whole ranks of +men were blown to bits.</p> + +<p>I talked to-day with some of our own wounded who came +limping through the casualty clearing-stations. They were +men of the Worcesters and Bedfords and Queen's, whose +battalions I have met before after battles. One of them told +me how he lay out all night waiting for the attack in the dawn +on Glencorse Wood and Inverness Copse. There are only tree-stumps +there in the great white stretch of shell-craters, and the +enemy was holding the place lightly with machine-guns in those +pits that had been made by our fire. Our men were upon them +quick after the barrage, and they were routed out of their +holes before they had time to put up a strong defence. By bad +luck, as sometimes happens, owing to the eagerness of our men +to cover as much ground as possible, the Irish Rifles and the +North Lancashires of the 25th Division went at least 200 yards +beyond their goal, and were caught in our barrage, which was +preventing supports coming up to the enemy. As soon as they +realized their deadly error they fell back again, carrying their +wounded.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[229]</a></span></p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">Later</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>There was sharp hand-to-hand fighting on the Westhoek +Ridge by the Lancashire Fusiliers, North Lancashires, and +Cheshires. Both sides at last came into the open, the enemy +standing about his concrete houses as our men advanced upon +them, and using machine-guns and rifles. Most of these +Germans were men of the 54th Reserve Division, and bold +fellows who did not surrender so easily as I first imagined, in +spite of the intense and prolonged barrage that had swept over +them and wrecked their ground. In a strong point at the +south end of the ridge, one of those concrete blockhouses which +shelter machine-guns, they held out for three hours, and it was +only taken when it had been battered by trench-mortars +brought up into action at close range by some gallant men of +ours, and when it was rushed from the flanks while the ground +was still being swept by bullets. After that the ridge was ours +on its forward slopes, at the northern end dropping below the +western slopes southwards.</p> + +<p>In Glencorse Wood the Lancashire men were enfiladed by +machine-guns when a large part of the wood was no longer in +our hands. It is on high ground, and with other slopes beyond, +like those of Nuns' Wood and Polygon Wood, forms the barrier +guarding the vital centres of the German position in the north, +so that he fights to hold it with the full weight of his power in +men and guns. Both are powerful, and his fire on Friday and +Saturday was the fiercest ever faced by men who have fought +through the Somme and later battles.</p> + +<p>But his counter-attacks have failed against our Westhoek +positions, and everything I have heard shows that his battalions, +above all the 27th Regiment, were massacred by our artillery. +Those Germans did not all die by shell-fire. The Lancashire +Fusiliers and the North Lancashires fired their rifles all through +Friday and Saturday at human targets they could not fail to +hit. German reserves hurried up to relieve the shattered +battalions and flung straight into the counter-attacks, wandered +about in the open, ignorant of our men's whereabouts, like lost +sheep. They were in full field kit, and as they came into the +open our men shot at them with deadly effect. The first sign +of the first great counter-attack on Friday was when seventy +men or so came forward on the left and tried to rush an old +German gun-emplacement. They were seen by the Lancashire<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[230]</a></span> +Fusiliers, and the commanding officer, believing that an attack +was imminent, sent through the call for the guns which led to +the bombardment I have described in my earlier message.</p> + +<p>We also opened a widespread barrage of machine-gun fire, +and this caused heavy slaughter. All the country was aflame +throughout the afternoon of Friday, and it was before the +attack, at 6.40 in the evening, that the enemy's artillery +concentrated in full and frightful fury. This artillery-fire has +never ceased since then, though slackening down a little from +time to time, and to-day it was in full blast again. It is a day +of wonderful light, so that every tree and house and field of +standing corn is seen for miles from any height in a stereoscopic +panorama below a fleecy sky with long blue reaches between +the cloud mountains. There was a lot of air fighting this +morning because of this light across the landscape, and wherever +I motored to-day there was the loud drone of the flying engines, +and little fat bursts of shrapnel trying to catch German planes +who came over on bombing adventures above our camps and +villages. The enemy is all out, and it seems to me likely that +he wishes to make this battle a decisive one of the war. I +do not see how he can hope to decide it in his own favour after +the loss of the Pilkem and Westhoek Ridges, but he is out to +kill regardless of his own losses.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>VII</h3> + +<h3>THE BATTLE OF LANGEMARCK</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 16</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>This morning our troops made a general advance beyond the +line of our recent attacks and gained about 1500 yards of +ground on a wide front, which includes the village of Langemarck, +and goes southward in the region of Glencorse Copse +and Polygon Wood. From north to south the divisions +engaged were the 29th, 20th, 11th, 48th, 36th (Ulster), 16th +(Irish), 8th, and 56th.</p> + +<p>On the left of our troops the French went forward also, and +struck out into the swampy neck of ground which they call the +Peninsula or Presqu'ile, surrounded on three sides by deep floods. +On the right of our attack the fighting has been most violent, +and the enemy has made strong and repeated counter-attacks<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[231]</a></span> +over all the high ground which drops down to Glencorse Wood +from the Nuns' Wood to the Hanebeek. His losses have been +high, for although the weather is still stormy, making the +ground bad for our men, there is light for our flying men and +artillery observers, and at various parts of the Front his assembly +of troops has been signalled quickly, so that our guns have +smashed up his formations and caused great slaughter.</p> + +<p>The Germans used to call the battles of the Somme the +"blood-bath." Their diaries and their letters revealed the +horror they had of the shambles into which they were driven. +In the early days of this year they made a strategic retreat, +under the guidance of Hindenburg, with the one object of +escaping from our intense artillery-fire, but their methods of +defence have been entirely changed by holding the front lines +lightly by weak troops and scattered machine-gun emplacements, +and concentrating their best troops behind for counter-attacks, +in order to save man-power and lessen the tide of +casualties. It is a sound system of defence, but it is the policy +of an army fighting a retreat and giving up ground at the highest +possible cost, never getting back by counter-attack to quite the +same line over which the enemy had flowed. As a life-saving +policy, however, the success has not been great, for it is certain +that the German troops are suffering hideously from our shell-fire, +and their counter-attacks have been costly in blood.</p> + +<p>I suppose these words of mine convey nothing to people who +read them. How could they when for three years we have +been talking in superlatives without exaggerating the facts, +but without understanding them, as minds are numbed by +colossal figures? But out here, seeing the flame of shell-fire +night after night stretching away round a great horizon, and +hearing from near and from afar the ceaseless hammer-strokes +of great guns, and watching the starlit sky, as I watched it last +night from quiet cornfields, all red and restless with winking +lights leaping up in tongues and spreading lengthwise in a +sullen glare, one does realize a little the monstrous scale of all +this and the destruction that is being done among the masses of +men in the dark and in the hiding-places of the woods and +trenches.</p> + +<p>Experts are wrangling over the numbers of the German +reserves. Fantastic figures are given of the millions of Germans +still under arms. Well, there is no exact data, and all we know<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[232]</a></span> +with any certainty is that the enemy is still outwardly strong—strong +at least in defence. But the magnitude of his losses +during three years is revealed by the fact of to-day's fighting +and the place in which it happened. It was in the autumn of +1914, during the first battle of Ypres, that the Germans attacked +our Third Brigade at Langemarck, where our English troops +made a great and victorious assault to-day. Three years ago +they were the German lads of the 1914 class who marched up to +our lines, linked arm in arm to be mowed down by the most +deadly rifle-fire in the world, because those men of our old Army +were the finest marksmen. Yesterday at Lens, or rather at +Hill 70, there were boys of the 1919 class who helped to hold +the German lines, and that fact is one great tragedy of German +hopes and the great proof of her defeat.</p> + +<p>Last night our English troops who were going to attack the +village of Langemarck, the old ghost-village which has been +wiped out of all but history, went across the Steenbeek stream +and lay there waiting for the hour of their assault. They were +all light-infantry men, the King's, the Duke of Cornwall's, +Somerset, the "Koylies" (King's Own Yorkshire Light +Infantry), the King's Royal Rifles, and the Rifle Brigade of the +20th Division.</p> + +<p>As we know now from captured orders a German regiment +was ordered to attack our lines at 3.45 this morning. Only +forty men of that regiment were seen advancing and they were +annihilated. Our men went forward when there was light +enough. Immediately on their right, in front of them, was the +ruin of an old estaminet called Au Bon Gîte, made into a fortified +emplacement and defended by machine-guns. It was a nasty +place, and our men avoided it, and swept both sides of it and +beyond, so that its garrison of gunners had to surrender. Keeping +a steady line as much as possible over bad ground, they +went forward, leaving the waves that followed them to deal with +batches of prisoners who had been left alive after our bombardment +of the night, and made their way toward Langemarck. +Here they were in real trouble, but not from the enemy. It was +the state of the ground that threatened them with the worst +disaster. All round Langemarck the floods were out, and the +heavy rains of the week had filled old shell-holes to the brim +and made a bog everywhere. Men sank up to their waists as +in the worst days of the fighting during the winter on the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[233]</a></span> +Somme. It was not water but wet mud that made their cold +bath, and they had to use their rifles to keep themselves from +sinking deep, and men on little islands of more solid ground had +to haul out their comrades. All this meant loss of time, so that +our barrage would sweep ahead of them and the German gunners +would be able to do dirty work.</p> + +<p>On the left of Langemarck the men were delayed by these +bogs. On the right they were able to push up with great +difficulty, but still to get on and work up to the village. The +enemy ran as soon as they saw that our men were near. There +were some spasmodic bursts of machine-gun fire, but the defence +was feeble, and here, anyhow, the enemy had been demoralized +by our frightful gun-fire.</p> + +<p>A regimental commander, a full colonel, was taken here, and +that is a rare bird to catch, as in most cases German officers of +that rank are well behind the line. He was dejected and nerve-shaken, +and spoke freely of the great losses of his men. They +were men of the 79th Reserve Division who had been holding +Langemarck, and they have suffered most severely, having lost +large numbers of men in the previous attacks. Other prisoners +came from the 214th Division, holding the line north of the +Staden Railway—the railway to the ground above Bixschoote. +The regiment which perhaps suffered worst of all was a battalion +of the 262nd, which was broken to pieces in the British +attack across the Steenbeek.</p> + +<p>To the right of the attack on Langemarck our light-infantry +men were successful, and in spite of concrete blockhouses and +some deadly machine-gunning, won all the ground they had been +asked to get. The men report that they saw large numbers of +German dead, and that little groups of men fled before them as +they advanced. Later in the morning the enemy rallied, and +came back in counter-attacks, one of which seems to have come +within ten yards of our men before it withered away under rifle +and machine-gun fire.</p> + +<p>It was on the right centre of the attack that, as I have said, +the fighting was most uncertain. The Irish Divisions were +heavily engaged here working towards Polygon Wood and the +high ground thereabouts. They had to advance over frightful +ground, and against the enemy in his greatest strength, because +he is determined to defend these high slopes if he loses all else.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[234]</a></span></p> +<h3>VIII</h3> + +<h3>CAPTURE OF HILL SEVENTY</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 15</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>This morning, at dawn, the Canadians captured Hill 70, +attacked and gained a maze of streets and trenches forming the +mining colonies of St.-Laurent and St.-Emilie, and are now +fighting on the outskirts of Lens. A fair number of prisoners +have been taken—I saw parties of them marching down under +escort an hour or two ago. Some of the enemy's troops were +seen running away from the wreckage of the red houses in the +suburbs of Lens as soon as Hill 70 was taken, but in some parts +of the outer defences north and west of the city the garrison is +fighting fiercely. The Canadians have, at any rate, gained +most of the outward bastions of Lens formed by the separate +colonies, or cités, as they are called, made up of blocks of +miners' cottages and works united in one big mining district.</p> + +<p>Hill 70 is ours again after two years since we took it and lost +it. I don't know whether that will cause a thrill to people at +home. I think it will to those whose men fought there in the +September of 1915. One of my own great memories of the +war is of those days in the battle of Loos, when the Scots of +the 15th Division and the Londoners of the 47th, and afterwards +the Guards, went through the village of Loos and gained +that dirty ridge of ground among old slag-heaps under frightful +shell-fire. It was gained in the first great rush of the Londoners +and the Scots. The Londoners played a football up the slopes, +and the Scots went up with their pipes—do you remember?—and +for a few hours they had a quiet time here and collected +souvenirs, until later the enemy came back in fierce counter-attacks, +and the Guards and the 1st Division fell back after +heroic fighting and great losses. I saw the Jocks on that first +day coming back with German helmets on their heads, laughing +in spite of their wounds, and for the first time I saw masses of +German prisoners taken by British troops, and in the square +of Béthune, through which, in driving rain, there went a steady +tide of men and artillery, there was a group of German guns +as trophies of victory. It seemed a great victory at first. It +was only afterwards we knew how much more might have been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[235]</a></span> +gained. And there was a tragic story to tell. Some of the +Jocks went as far as an outlying northern suburb of Lens, but +few of them ever came back again. Now to-day, after two years +less a month, the Canadians have fought over the same ground, +and have gone over and beyond Hill 70 and linked up many of +their former gains in these mining cités on the outskirts of Lens.</p> + +<p>In describing former fighting round Lens I said it was like +a war in Wigan. The comparison is true. But to-day, when +I watched the scene of the Canadian attack with heavy shell-fire +over all these houses and pit-heads, I thought of another +northern town which would look very much like this if the hell +of war came to it. I thought of Bolton and its suburbs, +Entwistle and other straggling little towns on the edge of the +moors, with Doffcocker and rural villages among cornfields, +and factory chimneys on the horizon, and slag-heaps beyond +green fields. That will give an image to English people of the +scene of war to-day, except that Lens and its suburbs were +never so black as our English factory towns, and its walls are +still red in spite of their shell-holes.</p> + +<p>Before the attack began at dawn wild flights of shells passed +over this little world of ruin to Hill 70, which is no hill at all, +but just a low hummock of ground criss-crossed with trenches +and burrowed with dug-outs and barren and filthy with relics +of death, on the northern side of the city of Lens. From all +the ruins around, separate villages of ruin joining up with the +streets of Lens itself, red flames gushed up when our batteries +fired at a hot pace, and where the shells burst there were long +low flashes spreading across a sky heavy and black with storm-clouds. +Over the German lines and the houses where they +held the cellars the shells burst in a tumult which had a sudden +beginning just before the dawn, and above all their smoke and +fire there were fountains of wonderfully bright light, of burning +gold and of running flame all scarlet and alive. The light was +from our smoke-producing rockets, and the running flame was +from drums of boiling oil which we fired into the enemy's +trenches to burn him alive if we caught him there. I saw the +far spread of gun-fire in the early morning after the thin +crescent moon had faded, and when there was a grey, moist +light over the city and fields.</p> + +<p>Soon after the Canadians had taken Hill 70 the enemy flung +back a great barrage, so that the ridge was vomiting up columns<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[236]</a></span> +of black smoke like scores of factory chimneys on a foggy day. +And in all the suburbs of Lens, those cités of St.-Laurent and +St.-Emilie and St.-Pierre, and into Liévin and Calonne, and +Maroc and Grenay, he pitched heavy shells which came howling +across the wilderness of bricks and slag-heaps, and broke into +gruff enormous coughs out of which black demons of smoke +rose like the evil genii out of the bottle, darkening the view. +An hour or so later the sun came brightly through the clouds, +and these cités of strife, girdled by cornfields in which the +stooks are standing, and by green hills across which the tide of +slaughter has swept, leaving them in peace again, were flooded +with fresh, glinting light, so that the scene was rich in colour. +There was not a figure to be seen on Hill 70, not a movement of +life among the houses around Lens. The Canadians had gone +across in the smoke, and now they were hidden among the +ruins. The only life was that of shell-fire, and it has a life of +its own, though it is meant for death.</p> + +<p>A little to the left in front of me was one of the fosses which +rise among the broken houses. For some reason the enemy +had special spite against it, and every few minutes a great shell +came with a yell and smashed about it. The German gunners +were flinging their stuff about in a random way, searching for +our batteries and hoping to kill collections of men. They did +not have much luck, and they all but caught sixty of their +own men who had just come along as prisoners, and, having +escaped from the barrage-fire, hoped for safety from their own +guns. One of their shells fell within twenty yards of them, but +before the next one came their guards told them to quick +march, and they ran hard. They were wretched-looking men, +more miserable in physique than any I have seen for a long +time, and sallow and pinched and gaunt. Some of them were +very young, but not all, and there were none so young as those +described to me by some Canadian soldiers who fought with +them to-day.</p> + +<p>"They were children," said one man, "no bigger than schoolboys. +I call it cruel to send such youngsters into the fighting-line."</p> + +<p>Another man told me that he saw boys lying dead who +looked no older than fourteen, and it made him feel sick. They +could not all have been like that, these men of the 155th and +156th Reserve Regiments, regiments from whom some of the +prisoners come, because they are making a very stiff fight in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[237]</a></span> +some parts of their defensive system, and the Canadians have +real men against them. It seems that Hill 70 was held lightly +and by the younger class of soldiers, the best Prussian troops +being kept back to hold the inner defences of Lens, and to +make counter-attacks.</p> + +<p>"It was a walk-over," said a Canadian, describing the +assault on the hill. "Our barrage was great, and it had +simply smashed the ground to pulp. I thought it a worse +wreck than Vimy, which was some wreck. One could just see +a faint suggestion of trenches, but everything was clean swept. +There were two or three machine-gun emplacements which gave +us a bit of trouble, but not much. We jumped on them and +wiped them out. I can't say I saw many German dead, but +just a few boys. I expect the others were buried and smashed +up." These Canadians were wonderful. They went into the +battle with an absolute confidence. "I knew we should do +the trick," said one of them, who came walking back with a +wound in his thigh, "and all my pals were of the same mind."</p> + +<p>He said one amazing thing, lying there waiting for his operation +in the back parlour of a miner's cottage, in one of these +mazes into which the enemy was plugging shells at times: "I +enjoyed the show very much," he said, "it was a fair treat."</p> + +<p>Next to him lay another badly wounded man with a piece +of wire plucked from his own flesh wrapped up in a piece of +cotton-wool as a trophy, and a hole through his leg. He +grinned at me and said: "We put it across them all right. I +wouldn't have missed it, but I'm sorry I got this leg messed +up. I didn't come over to get a Blighty wound. I want to +see the end of this war. That's what I want to do. I want +to be in at the end."</p> + +<p>The wounded men came back like that unless they came +back with only the soles of their boots showing over the edge +of the ambulance. Fortunately, up to midday at least, there +were not many badly wounded men. The spirit of men who +have fought and fought and seen the worst horrors of war, and +suffered its most hideous discomforts, is one of those miracles +which I do not understand. I only record the fact about these +hardy Canadians and the Canadian Scottish.</p> + +<p>Of the same character are the civilian inhabitants of one of +these mining cités on the edge of the battlefields, where they +have remained since the beginning of the war. Nearer even<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[238]</a></span> +than the edge. They live in streets where most of the houses +have been hit and many of them wrecked. Death comes about +and above them. Many of the people have been killed, and +the children go to school in cellars with gas-masks because of +the poison, that comes on an east wind or a north. They were +there again to-day: old women drinking early morning coffee +in little rooms that have stood between masses of ruin; a +widow in black weeds, like a dowager duchess, walking slowly +down a street shelled last night and to-day; girls with braided +hair standing at street corners, among soldiers in steel helmets, +watching shells bursting a little way off, with no certainty +that that is their limit.</p> + +<p>One of these girls came along, and I saw that she had a +bandaged head.</p> + +<p>"Wounded?" I asked. She nodded and said, "Yes, a day +or two ago."</p> + +<p>"Why do you stay in such a place?" I said. "Aren't you +frightened?"</p> + +<p>She laughed. "What can one do? My mamma keeps +living here, so how can I go away? Besides, one gets used to +it a little."</p> + +<p>I am bound to say I don't get used to these things, but see +them always with amazement.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">A Few Days Later</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Lens itself is now no better than its outer suburbs, a town +of battered houses without roofs and with broken walls leaning +against rubbish-heaps of brickwork and timber. The enemy +sent out a wireless message that the English gunners were +destroying French property by bombarding the city, and then +made a deep belt of destruction by blowing up long blocks of +streets. After that our guns have completed the ruin, for +there was a German garrison in every house, and in this kind +of warfare there must be no tenderness of sentiment about +bricks and mortar if the enemy is between the walls. So now +in Lens the only cover for Germans and their only chance of +safety is below ground in the tunnels and cellars reinforced by +concrete and built by the forced labour of civilians two years +and more ago when the city was menaced by a French attack. +Into these tunnels the German garrisons of Lens make their +way by night, and in them they live and die. Many die in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[239]</a></span> +them it is certain, for a tunnel is no more than a death-trap +when it is blocked at the entrance by the fall of houses, or +when it collapses by the bombardment of heavy shells which +pierce down deep and explode with monstrous effect. That has +happened, as we know, in many parts of the German line, and +recently on the French front whole companies of German +soldiers were buried alive in deep caves. It is happening in +Lens now, if the same effect is produced by the same power of +artillery. But death comes to the German soldiers there in +another way, without any noise and quite invisible, and very +horrible in its quietude. Many times lately the Canadians have +drenched the city of Lens with gas that kills, and soaks down +heavily into dug-outs and tunnels, and stifles men in their +sleep before they have time to stretch out a hand for a gas-mask, +or makes them die with their masks on if they fumble a +second too long. The enemy, who was first to use poison-gas, +should wish to God he had never betrayed his soul by such a +thing, for it has come back upon him as a frightful retribution, +and in Lens, in those deep, dark cellars below the ruins, German +soldiers must live with terror and be afraid to sleep.</p> + +<p>Yesterday, when I went to that neighbourhood, I saw four +German soldiers who had come out into the open, rather risking +death there than by staying in their dungeon. They appeared +for a minute round the corner of some brick-stacks in the Cité +St.-Auguste. I was watching the German lines there, and +staring at the ruined houses and slag-heaps and broken water-towers +of Harnes and Annay, beyond the outer fields of the +mining city. The church towers in both those villages still +stand, though a little damaged, and some of the red roofs are +still intact. The German lines were away beyond a strip of +No Man's Land, and here not a soul was to be seen, no trace +of life in all this land of death until suddenly I saw those four +figures come stealthily up behind the brick-stacks. They stood +up quite straight and looked towards our ground, and then +after a second crouched low so that only their heads showed +above a little dip in the ground. A few minutes later I saw +two more Germans. They ran at a jog-trot along a hedge +outside the Cité St.-Auguste and made a bolt through a gap. +It was as strange to see them as though they were visitors from +another planet, for, in this district of Lens, no man shows his +body above ground unless he is careless of a quick death, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[240]</a></span> +one may stare for days at the empty houses and the broken +mine-shafts and the high black slag-heaps without seeing any +living thing.</p> + +<p>On our side of the lines, during a long walk yesterday to the +crest of Hill 70, I saw only a few lonely figures above ground, +although below ground there were many, and in one dug-out +where I was lucky to go I found a luncheon-party of officers +discussing the psychology of Kerensky and news of the world +one day old, and the chances of three years more of war or +thirty, as men do round a London dinner-table, though there +were loud, unpleasant noises overhead, where German shells +were in flight to a trench which had been recommended to me +as a nice safe place for a Sunday walk. Somehow, I did not +believe in the safety of any walk in this neighbourhood, because +there were fresh shell-holes along the tracks between the ruined +houses which could not inspire the simplest soul with confidence. +There is not a house there which has not been knocked edgewise +or upside down, and the little village church I passed is +no longer a place for worship but a nightmare building, inhabited +by the menace of death. The German gunners cannot +leave these mining villages alone, though they are as deserted +as the Polar regions, with no cheerful Tommy's face to be seen +through any of the empty window-frames, or through any of +the holed walls or down any of the sand-bag shelters which +used to be the homes of British soldiers when the fighting was +closer this way.</p> + +<p>It is the loneliness which one hates most in these places, +especially when shells come along with a beastly noise which +seems a particular menace to one's own body as there is nobody +else to be killed. So I was glad to fall in with a young officer +who was working his way up the line. He had just brought +down a wounded man, and was stopping a while in a wayside +dressing-station, where there was a friendly and lonely doctor, +who offered the hospitality of his sand-bags and steel girders to +any passer-by, and said "Stay a bit longer" when bits of +shell could be heard whining outside. We went along the way +together, close to the grim old muck-heap, the Double Grassier, +where Germans and English lived cheek by jowl for two years +until recent weeks, fighting each other with bombs when they +were bored with each other's company, and so past the village +of Loos.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[241]</a></span></p> + +<p>The way up to Hill 70 is historic ground, and every bit of +brickwork, every stump of a tree, every yard or so of road, +is haunted by the memory of gallant men, who in September +just two years ago came this way under frightful shell-fire and +fell here in great numbers. Among them were the Londoners +of the glorious 47th Division and the Scots of the 15th—as I +walked by the village of Loos I thought of some friends of +mine in the Gordons who had great adventures there that day +amongst those dreadful little ruins—and Hill 70 was taken and +lost again after heroic fighting and tragic episodes, which are +still remembered with a shudder by men who hate to think +of them.</p> + +<p>It is only a few weeks ago that we took the ground beyond +in that great Canadian assault upon Hill 70 which I described +at the time, and up there on the hill-side—it is not much of a +hill, but goes up very gradually to the crest—the trenches are +still littered with German relics, and in the deep dug-outs +burnt out and blown out there are still German bodies lying. +The smell of death comes out of these holes, and it is not a +pleasant place.</p> + +<p>Before the Canadian assault English troops of the glorious +old 6th Division captured and held the approaches and raided +the Germans in Nash Alley, which is a famous trench in the +history of the Durhams and the Essex Regiment and of the +Buffs and West Yorkshires, and resisted ferocious German +attacks with the most grim courage. Under their pressure the +Germans yielded part of their line one night, withdrawing to +another line of trenches secretly, but these troops of ours +followed them up so quickly that they were in the German +dug-outs before the candles had gone out. The Canadian +capture of Hill 70 was a great blow to the German command, +and they tried vainly to get it back by repeated counter-attacks. +They will never get it back now, and Lens, which lies below +it, remains for them a death-trap, which only pride makes them +hold, and where in the cellars men are forced to live hellishly +under our shells and gas in order to uphold that pride in men +who do not take the risks nor suffer the agony of this hidden +death.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[242]</a></span></p> +<h3>IX</h3> + +<h3>LONDONERS IN GLENCORSE WOOD</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 17</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The battle of Langemarck yesterday, and all the struggle +southward to the ground about Glencorse Wood and Inverness +Copse was one of the most heroic as well as one of the bloodiest +days of fighting in all this war. The enemy put up a fierce +resistance except at points where underfed boys had been +thrust out in shell-holes, as in the neighbourhood of Langemarck, +to check the first onslaught of our men if possible, and +if not to die. Behind them, as storm troops for counter-attack, +were some of the finest troops of the German army. Among +them was the 54th Division, which had already been severely +mauled by our gun-fire and was utterly exhausted. But other +divisions, like the 34th, who were in front of our Londoners, +were fresh and strong, only just brought into the battle-line. +Behind the immediate supporting troops were massed reserves +whom the German command held ready to hurry up in wagons +and light railways to any part of the field where their lines were +most threatened, or when instant counter-attacks might inflict +most damage on our men.</p> + +<p>In gun-power the enemy was and is strong. He had prepared a +large concentration of guns south-east of our right flank, and +whatever may be his reserves of ammunition he has gathered +up great stores for this present battle. On the right of our +attack he stood on high ground, the crest of Polygon Wood, +and the slopes down from Abraham Heights and the Gravenstafel +Ridge. It is the big door which he must slam in our face +at all costs, because it opens out to his plains beyond; and +against it he has massed all his weight. Our men, it will be +seen, were not likely to have a walk-over. They did not, but +took all they gained by hard fighting. It could in no sense of +the word be a walk-over. The ground was hideous, worse than +in the winter on the Somme. That seems strange, with a hot +sun shining overhead and dust rising in clouds along traffic +roads behind the battle-line as I saw it to-day. That is the +irony of things. Where our men were fighting yesterday and +to-day there are hundreds of thousands of shell-holes, some<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[243]</a></span> +three feet deep and some ten feet deep, and each shell-hole is +at least half full of water, and many of them are joined so that +they form lakes deep enough to drown men and horses if they +fall in. So it was, and is, around the place where Langemarck +village stood, and where the old lake of the château that no +longer stands has flooded over into a swamp, and where a +double row of black tree-stumps goes along the track of the +broken road where the people of Langemarck used to walk to +church before the devil did in so many old churches and +established little hells of his own on their rubbish-heaps. So +it was yesterday and remains to-day all about, the stumps +of trees sticking up out of a mush of slimy, pitted ground which +go by the romantic names of Glencorse Wood and Inverness +Copse, and Shrewsbury Forest and Polygon Wood. The photographs +of our airmen taken yesterday in low flights over these +damned places reveal the full foulness of them. Seen from +this high view, they are long stretches of white barren earth +pock-marked by innumerable craters, where no man or human +body is to be seen, though there are many dead and some +living lying in those holes, and they are all bright and shining, +because the sun is glinting on the water which fills them, except +where dense clouds of smoke from great gun-fire drift across.</p> + +<p>The courage of men who attacked over such ground was +great courage. The grim, stubborn way in which our soldiers +made their way through these bogs and would not be beaten, +though they slipped and fell and stuck deep while the enemy +played machine-gun bullets on to their lines and flung high +explosives over the whole stretch of bog-land through which +they had to pass, is one of the splendid and tragic things in our +poor human story.</p> + +<p>I told yesterday how some of our English battalions took +Langemarck like this, leaving many comrades bogged, wounded, +and spent, but crawling round the concrete houses, over the old +cellars of the village and routing out the Germans who held +them with machine-guns. At the blockhouse on the way up, +called Au Bon Gîte, an oblong fort of concrete walls ten feet +thick, the Germans bolted inside as soon as they saw our men, +slammed down an iron door, and for a time stayed there while +our bombers prowled round like hungry wolves waiting for +their prey. Later they gave themselves up because our line +swept past them and they had no hope.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[244]</a></span></p> + +<p>In another place of the same kind, called Reitre Farm, from +which came a steady blast of machine-gun fire, our men made +several desperate rushes and at last, when many lay wounded, +a machine-gunner of ours got close and thrust the barrel of his +weapon through a slit in the wall and swept the inner chamber +with a flood of bullets.</p> + +<p>There were savage fights in some of the dark cellars of Langemarck +between men who would not surrender and men who +would not turn back, and men who fell heavily against other +men and knew that in these underground holes it must be their +life or the other's, and the quicker the better. They fought +their way beyond Langemarck yesterday, and on the left of our +advance we hold to-day all the ground that was taken, which +follows the curve of the Langemarck-Gheluvelt line, dug and +wired by months of labour according to the orders of the German +command, afraid of our coming menace, and now blotted out. +The fighting all about this ground was by groups of English +soldiers, in some cases without officers, and in some cases led +by privates with a sense of leadership and fine, stern courage. +They were Royal Fusiliers, Lancashire Fusiliers, Middlesex, +Guernseys, and other battalions of the 29th Division, the Light +Infantry battalions of the 20th Division, the Yorkshires, +Lancashires, South Staffords, Lincolns, and Borderers of the +11th Division, and the Oxfords, Gloucesters, and Berkshires of +the 48th Division. So things happened on the left of the +battle. All ground was gained as it had been planned, and all +held, and many hundreds of prisoners were taken, though that +is not the best proof of success.</p> + +<p>On the right it was different. It was on the right that the +enemy fought hardest, counter-attacked most fiercely and most +often, and concentrated the heaviest artillery. There were the +Irish Brigades here, and English county troops of the 8th +Division, and London battalions of the 56th. All this side of +the attack become involved at once in desperate fighting. The +ground was damnable—cratered and full of water and knee-deep +in foul mud—and beyond them was high ground, struck +through with gully-like funnels, through which the enemy could +pour up his storm troops for counter-attack; and away in the +mud were the same style of concrete forts as up north, still +unbroken by our bombardments and fortified again with new +garrisons of machine-gunners, taking the place of those who on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[245]</a></span> +July 31 were killed or captured when this ground was stormed +and, later, lost.</p> + +<p>The English and the Irish battalions made progress in spite +of heavy fire on them and no light losses; but in the afternoon +of yesterday they had to withdraw from their advanced positions +under the pressure of fierce counter-attacks by fresh +troops. They fought these rear-guard actions stubbornly. +Irish as well as English fought sometimes in small groups in +isolated posts, until they were killed or captured. They made +the enemy pay a big price in blood for his old ground, but their +own casualties could not be light in view of the desperate +character of this struggle.</p> + +<p>As yet I know very few details of the Irish side of things. I +know more about the Londoners, for I have been to see them +to-day, and they have told me the facts of yesterday. They +are tragic facts, because for English troops it is always a tragedy +to withdraw from any yard of soil they have taken by hard +fighting, and many good London lads will never come back +from that morass. But there is nothing the matter with +London courage, and to me there is something more thrilling +in the way these boys fought to the death, some of them in the +bitterness of retreat, than in the rapid and easy progress of men +in successful attack. Lying out all night in the wet mud under +heavy fire, they attacked at dawn up by Glencorse Wood, in +the direction of Polygon Wood. On the right they and their +neighbours at once came under blasts of fire from five machine-guns +in a strong point, and under a hostile barrage-fire that was +frightful in its intensity They could not make much headway. +No mortal men could have advanced under such fire, and so +their comrades on the left were terribly exposed to the scythe of +bullets which swept them also.</p> + +<p>Men of London regiments—the Queen's Westminsters and the +old "Vics" and the Rangers and the Kensingtons—fought +forward with a wonderful spirit which is a white shining light +in all this darkness—through Glencorse Wood and round to the +north of Nuns' Wood, avoiding the most deeply flooded ground +here, where there was one big boggy lake. Parties of the +Middlesex went into Polygon Wood, which is a long way forward, +and actually brought prisoners out of that place. At a +strong point near the Hooge-Gheluvelt road they killed thirty-four +Germans and captured the redoubt. But there were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[246]</a></span> +Germans still left in other concrete houses near by, and +they were very strong at the Zonnebeke position on the north-west.</p> + +<p>Very soon counter-attacks developed from the south out of +Inverness Copse, and from the north. The Londoners were +exhausted after their dreadful night and all this fighting over +foul ground; they were in exposed positions, and they were +shut in by the most terrible gun-fire. What happened with the +Irish and other troops happened here. Our airmen, flying +low, saw small isolated groups of London boys fighting separate +battles against great odds. The enemy was encircling them, +and they were trying to hold rear-guard positions, so that their +comrades could withdraw in good order. A signalled message +that found its way to headquarters tells one such story. I +read to-day the little pink slip bearing the words as they came +in. They are from a Middlesex officer. "Am in shell-hole +before second objective, and two strong points held by the +enemy. Have ten men with me. We are surrounded, and +heavy machine-gun fire is being turned on us. Regret no course +but to surrender. Can't see any of our forces."</p> + +<p>That message was the only one of its kind received, but there +were many small groups of London men, led by young officers, +or without officers, who held on to the last like that, and did not +let down the pride of their great city, so gay, so ignorant yesterday +afternoon, with a tide of traffic swirling down its streets, +while out here on the wet barren earth, under the same sun, +these boys of London fought and died, or in small groups rose +from among their dead and wounded and went white-faced into +the circle of the enemy who had surrounded them.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>X</h3> + +<h3>SOMERSETS AT LANGEMARCK</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 19</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The enemy, after denying our taking of Langemarck, now +admit their loss of it. Our prisoners who were brought through +the place had the German wireless read out to them and were +abashed by the untruth of the message. It was a German +sergeant-major who put up the only excuse. He laughed +and said: "In this war it is only those who win who can<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</a></span> +afford to tell the official truth. A reverse is always covered +by a lie."</p> + +<p>We are well beyond Langemarck, and to-day I went among +the men who got there first—the 20th Division—fighting their +way past machine-gun blockhouses, which is the new system +of German defence, past the deadly machine-gun fire that +came out of them, and through to the village and its surrounding +swamps. These young officers, who have lost many of +their comrades, and these men of theirs belonging to light-infantry +battalions, were sleeping and resting in their tents behind +the fighting-lines, and cleaning themselves up after days +in wet mud and the filth of the battlefield. But they were +keen to tell the tale of their adventures, and if I could put +them down just as they were told, one man adding to another +man's story, the excitement of remembrance rousing them +from their weariness, and queer grim laughter breaking out +when they spoke of their greatest dangers, it would be a +strange narrative. They were men who had escaped death +by prodigious chance, and officers and men greeted each other +joyfully and with a splendid spirit of comradeship as brothers-in-arms +who were glad to see each other alive and remembered +how they had stuck it together in the worst hours. They +belonged to the Somerset Light Infantry of the 20th Division, +and they came from old towns like Bridgwater and Crewkerne +and Yeovil, which seem a million miles away from such scenes +of war. One young officer of the Somersets knew most of what +had happened, and his own adventures that day would fill a book +if told in detail. He took me into his tent and showed me how +his kit had been pierced by bullets and torn by the blast of +shell-fire, and he marvelled that he had no more than a hurt +hand cut against the teeth of a German sniper and a body +bruised all over, but with a whole skin. "A bit of luck," he +said. This young man must have been born under a lucky +star, for the things he went through that day would have +frightened a cat relying on nine lives and taking a hundred +chances on the score of them.</p> + +<p>On the way up to Langemarck to the left of that solid blockhouse +called Au Bon Gîte, where the enemy held out behind +iron doors while our troops went past them swept by machine-gun +fire, there were many German snipers lying about in +shell-holes. They were very brave men, put out into these<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</a></span> +holes to check our advance, and knowing that they were bound +to die, because that is the almost certain fate of snipers on such +ground. They lay doggo, pretending to be corpses when any +of our men were near enough to see, but using their rifles with +deadly aim when they had any elbow-room. I heard that one +man killed four of our officers, and another killed fourteen men +and wounded eleven before he was shot through the head. +One of these men well behind our advancing waves lay very +still, close to the young officer of the Somersets of whom I +spoke, and who saw the fellow move and raise his rifle. He +pounced on him and struck him across the face with his bare +fist and tore his hand open against the man's teeth. They +were bad teeth, and the hand is now festering. Another +sniper gave himself away, and the young officer shot him +through the head with a revolver, which was very busy all that +day. I have already told how these light-infantry men had to +struggle through bogs around Langemarck, how they fell into +shell-holes full of water, and how, under great fire, they made +their way into the place where Langemarck village had once +been and attacked the dug-outs and blockhouses there. Some +of the strangest episodes happened between the village and a +point called the Streiboom. There were two more blockhouses +on the Langemarck road girdled by machine-gun fire. The first +one was rushed by twenty men, led by this young officer I +have been telling about, and bombed until thirty Germans +tumbled out and surrendered. But beyond was the other blockhouse, +and upon this the officer of the Somersets advanced with +only six men. A machine-gun was firing from the right of it, +and it was a strong place of concrete with no open door. +The seven Somersets went straight for it, and the officer +flung two bombs through the loopholes, but they did not seem +to take effect. Then he hurled two more bombs, which were +his last, at the iron door, but they did not burst. With his +bare fists he beat at the door and shouted out, "Come out, +you blighters, come out." Presently, to his surprise, they +came out, not two or three, nor six or seven, but forty-two +stout and hefty men. Among them was an English soldier +badly wounded, who had been taken prisoner three days +before. He was a Yorkshireman, who had lain among the +enemy, well treated, but dying. The Germans could not send +him behind their lines because of our bombardment, which had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</a></span> +cut off their supplies, so that they were four days hungry +when they surrendered. In another dug-out was another +Yorkshireman, and he is now safe and well behind our own +lines.</p> + +<p>There were eight machine-guns in that last blockhouse, one +of which I saw to-day, and two of them, fitted up with new +springs, were used against the enemy. One of them was +worked on a hydraulic lift, so that it could be got into action +very quickly from its underground place. In the blockhouse +from which the forty-two had been taken by this small body +of Somersets was a great store of 5·9 shells. All told this +little group of men took 100 prisoners that day, and their +officer himself is said to have killed sixteen Germans and to +have wounded many more. After the blockhouse affair he +chased a number of the enemy running down the Langemarck +road, and, using his revolver in the cowboy fashion, dropping +his wrist from the shoulder, he plugged them as he ran. After +that he went on and held an exposed advanced post with a +mixed lot of Somersets and "Koylies" (King's Own Yorkshire +Light Infantry) and Rifle Brigade men. They had next +to no ammunition, but they held on all night, hoping for the +best, but not sure of it. And this young officer who was +their leader told me to-day that—great God!—he "enjoyed" +himself and was "fearfully bucked" with his day's work. +The excitement of it all was in his eyes, as he told me, in +much more detail than I have given, the story of the thirty-six +hours.</p> + +<p>It is indeed an astounding chapter of courage all this attack +on Langemarck by men who before the attack had been bombarded +with gas and other shells, and who then floundered in +deep bogs, where they got stuck up to the waist, but worked +in small parties up and on, fighting all the way against an +enemy who put up a gallant and stubborn resistance and sold +every hundred yards of ground as dearly as he could. The +runners who went back again and again through that slough +of despond under damnable fire were real heroes. The stretcher-bearers +who carried down the wounded all that day and night +regardless of their own lives were beyond words splendid, and +the carriers who brought up rations so that the men in front +should have enough to eat and drink were as brave as those +who fought. In the midst of all this turmoil, all this death,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</a></span> +all this mud and blood, men kept their sense of humour and +their shrewd wit in a way which beats me. "Do you speak +English?" said a sergeant-major to a German non-commissioned +officer who came out of a dug-out full of men. "Nein, nein," +said the man. "Well, you've got to learn bally quick," said +the sergeant-major, "so go and tell those pals of yours to come +out before something happens to them." And the German +learnt enough English in the sergeant-major's eyes to deliver +the command correctly enough.</p> + +<p>I have spoken only of the Somersets. Other light infantry—the +Durhams and the "Koylies" and the D.C.L.I.—who +worked with them and who took Reitres Farm and other +strong points, were not less dogged, and this day at Langemarck +was a glorious revelation of the old spirit of the West Country, +which is still strong and fine.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>And now I must write again about the Canadians, whose attack +towards Lens I watched the other day among our guns.</p> + +<p>That story is not yet finished, and has been going on ever +since that morning when the Canadians took Hill 70 and the +cités of St.-Emile and St.-Laurent, working forward towards +the heart of Lens. It is clear that the enemy's command +issued orders for Hill 70 and the other ground to be retaken +at all costs. There have been no fewer than thirteen counter-attacks +against the Canadian troops, and men of the 4th Guards +Division, and later of the 220th Regiment, have come forward +in wave after wave and hurled themselves with desperate +courage against the Canadian defence.</p> + +<p>Time after time they have been seen assembling by our flying +men and observers, and time after time their ranks have been +shattered by our guns. To the north of Lens there is a chalk +quarry, which was not gained by the Canadians in their first +attack, so that they established their line on the west side of +it, and it was against this line that repeated efforts were made. +Each attempt was smashed up, and then the Canadians +advanced into the quarry and captured ninety men of many +units and twenty machine-guns. The prisoners complain that +their officers had lost their heads, and had been utterly +demoralized. After violent attacks on Wednesday, Thursday, +and Friday, the enemy made a great effort with every weapon +of frightfulness on Friday evening, using poison-gas and flame-jets<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</a></span> +and a hurricane of high explosives in order to drive the +Canadians off Hill 70. It failed with great losses to themselves +when the German infantry attacked, and the attacks yesterday +have had no greater success. The Canadians claim that the +enemy's losses must be at least three times as great as their +own. There were moments when the Canadians were hard +pressed, and one of them was when a battalion commander was +warned that the Germans were behind him. "I'm all right," +he said cheerily, and then suddenly he said, "Good Lord, so +they are." He was not heard from again for two hours and +a half, and in that time he had organized his clerks and batmen +and signallers and driven out a party of Germans who had +worked out round No Man's Land and thrust a wedge behind +him. The fighting has been savage and fierce, and the Canadians +have used the bayonet at close quarters and fought hand +to hand in the dark cellars of the mining cités. This phase of +the war is as bloody as anything that has been done in the +history of human strife.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XI</h3> + +<h3>THE IRISH IN THE SWAMPS</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 21</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>It is of the Irish now that I will write, though their story is +four days old and not a tale of great victory. It is easier to +write of success than of failure, and of great advances than of +grim rear-guard actions fought by men desperately tried but +still heroic. But I want to tell the story of the Irish who went +forward over bad ground on the morning of August 16, that +morning when there was great success at Langemarck on the +left, and something less than success on the right.</p> + +<p>These Irishmen had no luck at all. They gained ground but +lost it again. It is up to the Irish to tell this tale, for they +were grand men and they fought and fell with simple valour. +They were the Southern Irish and the men of Ulster side by +side again, as they were at Wytschaete, where I met them +on the morning of the battle and afterwards, glad because they +had taken a great share in one of the finest victories of the war. +Their laughter rang out then as they told me their adventures, +all their young officers keen to say how splendid their men had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</a></span> +been, and the men themselves drawing cheerful comparisons +between this day's luck and that other day at Ginchy, on the +Somme, when they gained another victory, but with thinned +ranks, so that when I met them marching out they had but +the remnants of battalions, and their general called out words +of good cheer to them with a break in his voice. After Wytschaete +they were in high spirits. Quick in attack, full of the +old Irish dash, they were the men for a sudden assault, needing +an impetuous advance, while they were fresh and unspoilt. +But they had no luck this time.</p> + +<p>Let me tell first the happenings of the Irish troops on the +right, the Catholic Irish, whose own right was on the Roulers +railway, going up to the Potsdam Redoubt. An hour or so +before the attack the enemy, as though knowing what was +about to come, flung down a tremendous and destructive +barrage, answered by our own drum-fire, which gave the signal +for the Irish to advance. The Dublin Fusiliers and the Royal +Irish Rifles went forward on the right and the Inniskillings on +the left. In front of them were numbers of German strong +points, the now famous pill-boxes, or concrete blockhouses, +which the enemy has built as his new means of defence to +take the place of trench systems. They were Beck House, +Borry Farm, and the Bremen Redoubt—sinister names which +will never be forgotten in Irish history. There were also odd +bits of trench here and there for the use of snipers and small +advanced posts. As the first wave of the Irish assaulting +troops advanced Germans rose from those ditches and ran +back to the shelter of the concrete works, and immediately +from those emplacements and from other machine-gun positions +echeloned in depth behind them swept a fierce enfilade fire of +machine-gun bullets, even through the barrage of our shell-fire, +which went ahead of the Irish line. Many men in the first +wave dropped, but the others kept going, and reached almost +as far as they had been asked to go. The Royal Irish Rifles +worked up the Roulers railway to the level crossing, and captured +two German officers and thirty prisoners. The Dublin +Fusiliers, on their left, were held up by machine-guns from the +Bremen Redoubt, and later a message came down from that +small party. It was from a young Irish subaltern. "I am +lying out here in a shell-hole. All officers and men killed or +wounded." Other men joined him, but were cut off and taken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</a></span> +prisoners. On the left the Inniskillings, who had crossed over +the Zonnebeke river, made good and rapid progress, capturing +two strong redoubts and seizing an important little hill—Hill +37—which was one of the keys of the position. The +success of the day would have been gained if the centre had +been carried, and if the supporting troops could have come +up. But neither of these things happened. The supporting +waves were caught by the cross-fire of machine-guns, and they +could make hardly any headway. The Borry Farm Redoubt +gave most trouble. It contained five machine-guns and a +garrison of sixty expert and determined gunners, and never +fell all day. It broke the centre of the Irish attack, and was +the cause of heroic but deadly efforts by the Irish Rifles, +followed by Inniskillings. The Royal Irish Fusiliers attacked +it by direct assault, knowing that everything was staked on +their success. They went for it like tigers, but without avail. +One of the battalion officers, seeing this failure, but knowing +how all depended upon the capture of that fort, thereupon led +another attack by a company of the Royal Irish Rifles. This +met the same fate.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the men of the Ulster Division were fighting just +as desperately. They had ahead of them several of the concrete +forts, one of which, near Pond Farm, was a strong defensive +system with deep dug-outs and overhead cover proof +against shell-fire. This and other strong points had wooden +platforms above the concrete walls, on which the gunners +could mount their machines very quickly, firing them behind +two yards thickness of concrete.</p> + +<p>Opposite the Pommern Redoubt stands a small hill which +the enemy has used for a long time as one of his chief observation-posts, +as it gives a complete view of our ground. Beyond +that the country rises to a saddle-back ridge, with double +spurs guarded on the lower slope by a small fort called Gallipoli, +and from these spurs he could fling a machine-gun barrage +across the low ground. An ugly position to attack. It was +worse for the Ulster men because of the state of the ground, +which was a thin crust over a bog of mud. On the left some +of the Inniskillings and Irish Rifles rushed forward as far as a +network of trenches and wired defences, which they took in +a fierce assault against a Bavarian garrison, who fought to a +finish. Here they recaptured one of our Lewis guns lost in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</a></span> +fighting on July 31. On the right the Irish Rifles and the +Fusiliers, walking through the fire of many machine-guns, +made a straight attack upon Hill 35, which dominated the +centre of the Ulster attack. Before it were some gun-pits, +and the Ulster men, by most desperate efforts, took and +crossed these pits and fought up the slopes of the hill beyond. +But they could not keep the hill nor the pits. So after many +hours of frightful fighting the situation was that some scattered +groups of Dublins and Royal Irish held out on a far goal +with exposed flanks, with some Inniskillings clinging to the +slopes of Hill 37, while on the other side of the Zonnebeke +river the Ulster men had been forced off their little hill, and +had been unable to get beyond the German chain of concrete +houses.</p> + +<p>The enemy's aeroplanes came over to survey the situation, +and, taking a leaf from our book, flew very low, firing their +machine-guns at the advanced posts of Irish lying in shell-holes +and in the hummocky ground. They were in a desperate +position, those advanced posts.... Then the enemy launched +his counter-attack from the direction of Zonnebeke, and +gradually the shattered lines of the Irish fell back, slowly +fighting little rear-guard actions in isolated groups. Many of +them were surrounded and cut off, or had to fight their way +back in the night or the dawn of next day.</p> + +<p>All through the worst hours an Irish padre went about +among the dead and dying, giving absolution to his boys. +Once he came back to headquarters, but he would not take a +bite of food or stay, though his friends urged him. He went +back to the field to minister to those who were glad to see him +bending over them in their last agony. Four men were killed +by shell-fire as he knelt beside them, and he was not touched—not +touched until his own turn came. A shell burst close, and +the padre fell dead.</p> + +<p>There were many other men who gave up their lives for +their friends that day—stretcher-bearers, who had a long way +to go under fire, and runners, who had to crawl on their stomachs +from shell-hole to shell-hole, and carrying-parties and medical +officers. Near the Frezenberg Redoubt, which was on the right +of the Catholic Irish, a doctor worked, never sleeping for days +and nights, but going out of his dug-out to crawl after wounded +men and bandaging up their wounds under heavy fire. The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[255]</a></span> +first man he found was not one of his Irish. Away in front of +the line, in No Man's Land, was a bogged Tank, and Irish +sentries heard a wail from it. The doctor heard of this and +crept out to the Tank and found a Scottish soldier there badly +wounded, as he had crept into this shelter days before. The +doctor bandaged him, and, without calling for help, carried him +back on his own shoulders. Another Scot was found in a +shell-hole wounded in both legs. He was one of the Gordons, +and had been lying there since July 31. He is "in a good state +of health," was the report of the Irish patrol, and will be sent +home to-night.</p> + +<p>Before the battle and after it the Bavarians behaved decently +about the wounded, and allowed the stretcher-bearers to work +in the open without being shelled, though some of them were +hit in the machine-gun barrage. It is good to know that, and +fair to say it. The Bavarians against the Irish fought, as I am +told by Irishmen, in a clean, straight way, and their defence +was stronger than our attack. The Irish troops had no luck. +It was a day of tragedy. But poor Ireland should be proud +of these sons of hers, who struggled against such odds and +fought until their strength was spent, and even then held on +in far posts with a spirit scornful of the word "surrender." +Some very noble young officers gave up their lives rather than +say that word, and all these dear Irish boys went to the last +limit of human endurance before they fell back. Not by any +hair's-breadth did they lose the honour they won at Wytschaete +and Ginchy.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XII</h3> + +<h3>THE WAY THROUGH GLENCORSE WOOD</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 22</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>There was severe fighting again to-day eastwards of St.-Julien +(3-1/2 miles north-east of Ypres), extending south across the +Zonnebeke, beyond the Frezenberg Redoubt, while on the right +our troops again penetrated Glencorse Copse (due east of Ypres), +and fought on that ugly rising ground which the enemy is +defending in great strength. The Divisions engaged, from +north to south, are the 29th, 38th, 11th, 48th, 18th, 61st, 15th, +19th, 47th, 14th, and 24th.</p> + +<p>On the left progress has been made from the high road of St.-Julien<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[256]</a></span> +to the Zonnebeke-Langemarck road, which cuts across +it, guarded on the enemy's side by two strong points with the +usual concrete shelters which the Germans have adopted as +their new means of forward defence. Below them there is +another strong position called Winnipeg, about which our men +were heavily engaged in the early hours of this morning, and +below that again the same series of pill-boxes and concrete +blockhouses against which the Irish battalions went forward +with such desperate valour on the 16th of this month, as I +described in my message yesterday.</p> + +<p>Scottish troops of the 15th Division attacked to-day where +the Southern Irish were engaged six days ago. Before them +they had those sinister forts, Beck House and Borry Farm, +and Vampire Point guarding the way to the Bremen Redoubt, +which will be remembered always in the history of the Irish +brigades as places of heroic endeavour, just as now this morning +they will take their place in the annals of our Scottish fighting. +To the left of them are other forts, round which the Ulster men +were fighting last week—Pond Farm, Schuler Farm, and others +on the way to the Gallipoli Redoubt. About these places +Warwickshires and other Midland troops of the 61st Division +have been fighting, and have met with the same difficulties, apart +from the state of the ground, which has dried a little. It has +not dried much, for our shell-fire has broken up the gullies and +streams with which it was drained, and the country is water-logged, +so that the pools remain until the sun dries them up. +The shell-holes and these ponds are not so full of water as when +the Irish went across, and the surface of the shell-broken earth +is hardening. But it is only a thin crust over a bog, so that the +Tanks which went forward to-day here and there could not get +very far without sinking in. One Tank was taken by a gallant +crew almost as far as a German strong point nearly half a mile +beyond our old front line very early in the morning, and did +good work up there. The enemy put down a furious barrage-fire +soon after the attack had started to-day, and kept the Frezenberg +Redoubt under intense bombardment. But as soon as the +attack developed he could not use his artillery against our men +at many points, not knowing what forts and ground were still +held by his own troops. He relied again upon the cross-fire of +machine-guns, arranged very skilfully in depth, for enfilade +barrages, and upon the garrisons who held his concrete redoubts<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[257]</a></span> +in the advanced positions. In one of the blockhouses this +morning our Warwickshire men captured forty-seven prisoners, +who, when they were surrounded, took refuge in tunnelled +galleries running to the right of the main fort, called Schuler +Farm. Some of our men fought through the enfilade fire of +machine-guns as far as the slopes of Hill 35, and to the right of +this the Scots made a gallant and fierce assault towards Bremen +Redoubt.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 30</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The sky of Flanders is still full of wind and water, and heavy +rain-storms driven by the gale sweep over the battlefield, flinging +down trees already broken by shell-fire. Behind the lines some +of the hop-fields round Poperinghe and other villages are sadly +wrecked. Many of the hop-poles have fallen, and the long +trailing hops lie all tangled in the mire. Many telephone wires +were down also just after the gale, and the signallers had a +rough windy time in getting them up again. But it is on the +field of battle that this weather matters most, and there in such +places as Glencorse Wood and Inverness Copse and Sanctuary +Wood on our side of the lines, the linked shell-craters are ponds. +In and between them is a quagmire.</p> + +<p>I write of Glencorse Wood and Inverness Copse rather than +of the ground farther north, in the valley of the Steenbeek, +though that is just as bad, or a little worse, because yesterday I +went to see the troops of the 14th Division who made the last +attack in those sinister woodlands in the track of the London +men who fought there so desperately on July 31.</p> + +<p>The last attack, beginning on August 22, was made by light-infantry +regiments, among whom were the Duke of Cornwall's +and the Somerset Light Infantry. They were fine well-trained +men—trained hard and trained long in the tactics of assault—and +though they took ground which they could not hold, +because the enemy was in great strength against them and they +were weakened after hard fighting in frightful ground, they held +off repeated counter-attacks and indicted great loss upon the +enemy, and held their original line intact against most fierce +assaults. The enemy's storm troops advanced against them +through Inverness Copse, and in encircling movements which +tried to get round and through their flanks again and again +during two days of violent fighting, they counter-attacked +behind the barrage-fire of many batteries, so that all the ground<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[258]</a></span> +held by our men was swept by high explosives and shrapnel +hour after hour, and when these waves of Saxons and Prussians +were broken or repulsed, others came with a sheet of flame before +them--from "flammenwerfer" machines, which project fire like +water from a fireman's hose. Our riflemen and light infantry +did not break before this advancing furnace, but fired into the +heart of it, and saw some of the "flammenwerfer" men go up +in their own flame like moths bursting in the light of a candle +with loud reports, "a loud pop" as the men describe it, +so that nothing of them was left but a little smoke and a few +cinders.</p> + +<p>But that was at the end of the battle, and the light-infantry +battalions had fought through terrible hours before they faced +that last ordeal. Before the attack they held a line opposite +Glencorse Wood on the left and running down on the right past +Stirling Castle, the old German fort above a nest of dug-outs, +which has become famous in all this fighting. In front of them +lay Inverness Copse, a thousand yards long by 500 deep, with +many concrete blockhouses hidden, or half hidden, among the +fallen trees and tattered stumps and upheaved earth of this +blasted wood; and north-east of that, ruins of an old château +called Herenthage Castle.</p> + +<p>Facing our left were three lines of battered trenches north of +Inverness Copse, and two blockhouses called L-shaped Farm—on +an aeroplane photograph it looks exactly like the capital +letter—and Fitzclarence Farm. These places were strongly +garrisoned, and the German machine-gunners were safe within +their concrete walls from any shell-splinters. Our barrage +swept on to the enemy's lines, flung up the earth, crashed +among the trees, and tore all this belt of land to chaos, where +already it was deeply cratered by the earlier bombardment. +Behind that barrage went over the light-infantry battalions, +and immediately they came under gusts of machine-gun fire +from the blockhouses which still stood intact. It was then +7 o'clock in the morning. They forced their way into Inverness +Copse, followed by some Tanks, and roved round one of the +blockhouses, where thirty Germans sat inside with their steel +doors shut and their machine-guns firing through the loopholes. +Some sappers were sent for, and blew in the doors, and +the garrison were killed fighting.</p> + +<p>The Duke of Cornwall's men were checked for a time by<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[259]</a></span> +machine-gun fire from Glencorse Wood, and advance waves +were held up round a blockhouse with a garrison of sixty men +north of Inverness Copse, but after fierce fighting this place +fell, and not a man escaped. The Somerset Light Infantry +passed on, and fought their way to the rubbish-heap called +Herenthage Château, where a hundred and twenty Germans of +the 145th Infantry Regiment held out in concrete chambers. +Only their officer remained alive after the fighting here, and he +was brought in a prisoner.</p> + +<p>The Somersets established themselves in their goal with posts +in front of Inverness Copse and Herenthage Castle, but on the +left the Cornish lads were held up by machine-gun fire east of +"Clapham Junction," where there was another fortified farm +with sixty men and six machine-guns inside. A Tank came up +and sat outside the place, firing point-blank at its walls, and the +Cornwalls followed it and burst the doors in and fought until +again not a single German remained alive, after a terrible +bayonet contest. So the attack had succeeded, but with +forces now heavily reduced. It was now ten o'clock in the morning. +The story that follows is one long series of counter-attacks. +It began with a barrage which came down with a +tempest of shells half-way through Inverness Copse. For miles +around the German batteries concentrated their fire on this +ground and raked it. From the east of Inverness Copse, and at +the same time from the south, storming parties of Germans +advanced behind this great gun-fire and, though the first attack +was broken and then the second by rifles and machine-guns, a +third developed in greater strength. A runner came down +from the Somersets--one of those brave runners who all day +long and next day worked to and fro through dreadful barrage-fire +until many were killed and other men went out to search for +those dead boys and look for their dispatches, unless they had +been blown to bits. The message from the Somersets reported +that they could not hold on. They were being enclosed on +both flanks, and proposed to fall back half-way through +Inverness Copse, and this was done. Some reserves from light-infantry +battalions were thrown in to strengthen the line, and +the Cornwalls threw out a defensive flank with strong points.</p> + +<p>At midday another attack was made on the Somersets, and +driven off by rifles and machine-guns, and at two o'clock they +reported that the enemy was massing in an attempt to turn their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[260]</a></span> +left flank, which was then weak. The artillery answered an +urgent call, and the German assembly was destroyed. So the +evening came and the night, and the Light Infantry held on +east of Stirling Castle and partly in Inverness Copse with many +dead and wounded about them, and lines of German dead in +front of them, awaiting riflemen coming to their support.</p> + +<p>In a brigade headquarters a group of officers waited more +anxiously for this help, having more responsibility. They sat +with wet towels about their heads and eyes, in poisonous fumes +and dreadful stenches which crept down from above, where heavy +shells burst incessantly, shaking all the earth and blowing out +the candles. The concrete ceiling bulged in. Runners came in +white-faced and shaking, after frightful journeys, and officers +bent to the candlelight to read scribbled messages sent down by +hard-pressed men. Outside were the groans of wounded men.</p> + +<p>At dawn, Tanks went out to attack the strong points north +of Inverness Copse, where the enemy had rallied again, and +one of them approached Fitzclarence Farm and broke up a +counter-attacking preparation there. Some Germans ran into +the blockhouse there and shot down the steel doors and lay +doggo. Others came out of a trench to attack the Tank, but +fled before the fire. Later in the morning German aeroplanes +came out and flew very low and played their machine-guns on +to our men, but without doing much harm.</p> + +<p>From 1 <span class="smcap">A.M.</span> to 3.30 <span class="smcap">A.M.</span> the enemy kept a terrific barrage over +all our ground, and then flamed out all along the line the signal of a +new counter-attack. It was the "flammenwerfer" attack against +the Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry, and the whole sky was red +with the light of these advancing fire-jets. For a time, in spite of +the enemy's heavy losses, the Cornwalls had to retire before these +far-reaching flames, but they rallied and went forward again, +driving the enemy part of the way back, where he was swept +by our artillery-fire. The enemy kept up a steady barrage-fire +over three wide belts, and an officer who went up to report the +position had the worst hours of his life on that journey through +bursting shells and over the fields of dead. But in spite of a +message that had come down reporting a new withdrawal, it was +found that the line was intact, and that the thin ranks of Light +Infantry and King's Royal Rifles had beaten back all the +enemy's assaults, and had destroyed their spirit for further +attacks by most deadly losses. We could not hold Inverness<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[261]</a></span> +Copse, but the fighting here was worthy of men who, during +two years of war, have fought with steadfast courage and have +many acts of heroism in their long record.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XIII</h3> + +<h3>THE SLAUGHTER-HOUSE OF LENS</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 23</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>One day, when it is possible to get in and around Lens, the +veil will be torn from a human charnel-house, or, rather, +from charnel-houses which none of us may yet enter or see +through the drifting smoke. Yesterday I looked down on +Lens and saw its roofless buildings and its gaping walls, but I +could only guess at the scenes which are hidden below ground +there in the tunnels where the Germans assemble for their +counter-attacks against the Canadians, and to which they drag +back their dead and wounded. Those places must reek with +the smell of death and corruption, for the losses of the Prussian +Guards during the last few and of other divisions who have +come up against the Canadians, have been, I am told and believe, +enormous. The Canadians tell me that their troops have never +had harder or more prolonged fighting, not even in their old days +of the Ypres salient nor on the Somme. Every hundred yards +of the ground they have taken, and during the last week or so +they have taken thousands of yards of open country and of +ruined streets in and about the mining cités, until they have +forced their way into Lens itself, have been contested by +desperate fighting and held against unceasing counter-attacks +delivered by great bodies of picked German troops supported +by monstrous bombardments. Imagination can, if it likes, +picture the slaughter involved in all this to those German +assault troops, because they have not succeeded in gaining +their purpose, and counter-attacks like that, in those numbers +and in that strength, are shattered when they do not succeed. +It is a wonderful tribute to the Canadians and to their grim +tenacity that, after all the repeated counter-attacks against +them, and after storms of fire from batteries which have +increased in number every day, they hold their lines round +Lens intact as they stood on August 15 and 16, and have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[262]</a></span> +gained an entry into the streets of Lens and swung up southwards +with increasing pressure.</p> + +<p>Lens is packed tight with German troops. They belong to +the 4th Guards Division, and latterly to the 1st Guards Reserve, +the crack division of the German army, which had a month's +rest at Cambrai before being sent into this slaughter-house. +For although that city is tunnelled throughout, all the cellars +being linked up and strengthened with massive concrete, +so that even heavy shells cannot pierce down to them, men +cannot fight in tunnels if they are on the offensive, and must +get out of them to make their counter-attacks. It is at those +times that they suffer more hideously than in any other battle.</p> + +<p>Our aeroplanes are always watching for these assemblies. To +take only one case out of many, they reported a mass of men +in a certain square of Lens the day before yesterday. Our +guns turned on to them, not only our field-guns but our heavies, +up to those howitzers which could batter down a massive +fortress after a few rounds. Men under the fire of such shells +as those things send do not escape in great numbers. Most of +them die. The Prussians in the square of Lens were caught +by this hurricane fire, and before they could get into the +tunnels many were blown to bits.</p> + +<p>Yesterday as I looked down on Lens the fire had quietened +on both sides, as though the guns were tired. For several +minutes at a time there was a great quietude over the city of +doom, and as the afternoon sun lay warm upon its red walls, +and cast black shadows across its deserted streets, where no +single figure walked, it was hard to believe that a few hours +before swarms of men had been fighting on the edge of those +houses, and that the place was full of new dead and old. The +water of the Souchez river was as blue as the sky, which was +deep bright blue above wispy clouds. A little light glinted +from the white church tower which a shell has smashed off at +the top. Perhaps some German officer was there staring +through his glasses, or perhaps it was only a bit of metal caught +by the sun. A smoke-barrage drifted densely across the +northern side of the city, and every now and then there came +a sharp vicious hammering of machine-guns to show that +somewhere in those ruins men wore alive and watchful. Then +the guns got busy again, but in a slow, unhurried way. The +enemy had a hate against the outer edge of Liévin, and every<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[263]</a></span> +two minutes smote it with a great shell, which burst with big +billowing smoke-clouds, and a flash which was followed by a +low, sullen roar. He flung shells as big as this into Angres and +Avion, but seemed to rely on machine-gun fire to barrage our +lines nearest to his own. Behind me to the right were some of +our big howitzers, old friends of mine, whose voices I prefer at +a mile or two's distance. They tuned up their bass viols and +played their dead march. Perhaps it was their shells I saw +smashing on to the German defences. Rosy clouds went up, +and in those clouds the dust of red-brick houses went up, too, +leaving gaps of nothingness where the buildings had once been. +There was a kite-balloon in the sky behind me with the wispy +clouds like white horse-tails all curled about it, and presently +there came riding above it several coveys of aeroplanes, so that +the sky was filled with their loud drone-song. They flew round +about Lens, and only a few German "Archies" tried to strafe +them with bursts of shrapnel. They flew not very high above +the mining city, circling round and round like hawks before +swooping to their prey. The guns were loud but shrill; and +sweet and clear above them a bugle sounded from some camp +of ours behind the lines among the cornfields all gold and +glowing in the evening light, with a little shadow sleeping +beside each stook; and it blew the evening retreat. It is the +first time I have heard a bugle play that call so near to the +guns, and it stirred one's heart with a queer sense of emotion, as +though its music belonged to the spirit world. The night +closed down on the battlefields but did not bring peace. Below +the stars there were many strange lights and fires and sounds. +A tall bank of clouds was pierced with lightning so like shell-fire, +except for a longer tremor of light, that men looked and +wondered what devilry was on over there in the back areas. +The devilry was round about. It was time for the German +raiders to come out under the cover of darkness, and they +came and dropped their bombs over quiet villages and among +the cornfields and the hop-gardens. The explosions came up +with sharp flashes and gruff roars from dark fields between +black belts of trees. From the earth hands of light stretched +up, reaching up to the clouds and touching them with their +finger-tips. They felt their way for those flying raiders, groped +about like hands searching in a dark room, and then clasped +each other. In the archway below their long straight arms<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[264]</a></span> +shrapnel glinted like confetti. Our anti-aircraft guns had got +their target. Along the lines rockets were rising, giving a +second or two of white steady light to No Man's Land, with +fringes of trees etched blackly against it. Somewhere a dump—ours +or the enemy's—had been hit, and the clouds above it +were tipped with scarlet flame. So then the night scene began +as usual, and as it is played out below the stars every night. +And somewhere in Lens the Prussians were preparing for a new +counter-attack, while German doctors in deep tunnels stared +down upon a mass of wounded which was their day's harvest. +Into one of the houses there the night before, where fifteen +German soldiers lay in the cellar after a day of prodigious +fighting, a party of Canadian raiders appeared and dragged +them all out to a ditch over the way in the Canadian lines. +Well may the German prisoners say to these men of ours, +"You give us no rest." There is never a night's rest in Lens +nor round about it unless men are put to sleep for ever. Many +of them were put to sleep by thousands of gas-shells fired into +the town by our artillery a night ago as an answer to German +gas. Perhaps they were glad of it, for the wakeful hours in +Lens must be hell on earth.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">August 24</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>To the south of Lens there is a slag-heap overgrown with +weeds called the Green Crassier. It is clearly visible across the +Souchez river beyond a broken bridge, and I have often seen +it from the lower slopes of Vimy. It was the scene of fierce +fighting yesterday, for in the morning the Canadians, who are +showing an indomitable spirit after ten days of most furious +attacks and counter-attacks, launched an assault upon it and +seized the position. Later in the day the enemy came back in +strength and, after violent efforts, succeeded in thrusting the +Canadians off the crest of this old mound of cinders, though +they still cling to the western side. It is another incident in +the long series of fierce and bloody encounters which since the +battle of Vimy, on April 9, have surrounded the city of Lens +and given to its streets and suburbs a sinister but historic +fame. The Canadians have fought here with astounding +resolution. They have hurled themselves against fortress +positions, and by sheer courage have smashed their way +through streets entangled with quick-set hedges of steel, +through houses alive with machine-gun fire, through trenches<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[265]</a></span> +dug between concrete forts, through tunnels under red-brick +ruins, sometimes too strong to be touched by shell-fire, and +through walls loopholed for rifle-fire and hiding machine-gun +emplacements designed to enfilade the Canadian line of advance. +Through the cités of St.-Laurent, St.-Théodore, and St.-Emilie, +to the north and west of Lens, they have fought past high +slag-heaps and pit-heads, along railway embankments, and down +sunken roads, until they have broken a route through frightful +defences to the western streets of the inner city.</p> + +<p>Every day, and sometimes many times a day, they have +been counter-attacked by swarms of Germans coming up out +of their tunnels, and between these attacks they have been +under terrific gun-fire from a wide semicircle of heavy batteries. +In the early days of the war the French fought like this through +the streets of Vermelles, smashing their way from one wall to +another, from one house to another, and over trenches dug +across the streets. That fighting in Vermelles stands as one of +the most frightful episodes of the war, and when I first went +there I stood aghast at the relics of this bloody struggle. But +Vermelles is hardly more than a village, and the mining district +of Lens, with all its suburbs, covers several square miles of +ground, so that the Canadians have had a longer and a harder +task. Six German divisions have attacked them in turn, and +have been shattered against them. These are the 7th and +8th, the 4th Guards Division, the 11th Reserve, the 220th, and +the 1st Guards Reserve Division. In addition to these six +divisions, some portions, at any rate, of the 185th Division and +of the 36th Reserve Division have been engaged. The total +German strength used at Lens must well exceed fifty battalions, +and the German losses may perhaps be estimated at between +12,000 to 15,000 men.</p> + +<p>The Canadians themselves have been hard pressed at times, +but have endured the exhaustion of a savage struggle with +amazing strength of spirit, grimly and fiercely resolved to hold +their gains, unless overwhelmed by numbers in their advanced +positions, as it has sometimes happened to them. But it is +no wonder that some of the men whom I met yesterday coming +out of that city of blood and death looked like men who had +suffered to the last limit of mental and bodily resistance. Their +faces were haggard and drawn. Their eyes were heavy. Their +skin was grey as burnt ash. Some of them walked like drunken<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[266]</a></span> +men, drunk with sheer fatigue, and as soon as they had reached +their journey's end some of them sat under the walls of a +mining village with their chalky helmets tilted back, drugged +by the need of sleep, but too tired even for that. They were +men of the battalions who three days ago came face to face +with the enemy in No Man's Land, a stretch of barren cratered +earth between St.-Emilie and the northern streets of Lens, and +fought him there until many dead lay strewn on both sides, +and their ammunition was exhausted. An officer of one of +these battalions came out of a miner's cottage to talk to me. +He was a very young man with a thin, clean-shaven face, which +gave him a boyish look. He was too weary to stand straight +and too weary to talk more than a few jerky words. He leaned +up against the wall of the miner's cottage, and passed a hand +over his face and eyes, and said:</p> + +<p>"I'm darned tired. It was the hell of a fight. We fought +to a finish, and when we had no more bombs of our own we +picked up Heine's bombs and used those." [The Canadians call +their enemy Heine and not Fritz.] "Heine was at least three +times as strong as us, and we gave him hell. It was hand-to-hand +fighting—rifles, bombs, bayonets, butt-ends, any old way +of killing a man, and we killed a lot. But he broke our left +flank, and things were bloody in the centre. He had one of +his strong points there, and swept us with machine-gun fire. +My fellows went straight for it, and a lot of them got wiped +out. But we got on top of it and through the wire, and held +the trench beyond until Heine came down with swarms of +bombers."</p> + +<p>This young Canadian officer was stricken by the loss of many +of his men. "The best crowd that any fellow could command," +and he had been through indescribable things under enormous +shell-fire, and he had had no sleep for days and nights, and +could not sleep now for thinking of things. But he smiled +grimly once or twice when he reckoned up the enemy's losses. +The remembrance of the German dead he had seen seemed like +strong wine to his soul. "We made them pay," was his +summing up of the battle. The nightmare of it all was still +heavy on him, and he spoke with a quiet fierceness about the +enemy's losses and the things he had endured in a way which +would scare poor, simple souls who think that war is a fine +picturesque business.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[267]</a></span></p> + +<p>A senior officer of a battalion on the flank of his was a different +type of man—a very tall, strong-featured man of middle age, +like an English squire of the old style, with a fine smiling light +in his eyes, in spite of all he had been through, and with a +vivid way of speech that would not come fast enough to say +splendid things about his men, to describe the marvellous way +in which they had fought in frightful conditions, to praise first +one and then another for the things they had done when things +were at their worst. He had been addressing some of the +survivors of this battle when I came upon him, and I saw +them march away, straightening themselves up before this +officer of theirs, and proud because he was pleased with them. +He thanked them for one thing above all, and that was for the +gallant way in which, after all their fighting, they had gone +out to fetch in their dead and wounded, so that not one wounded +man lay out there to die or to be taken prisoner, and the dead +were brought back for burial. He said a word, too, for Heine, +as they call him. The Germans had not sniped or machine-gunned +the stretcher-bearers, but had sent their own men out +on the same mission too. That was after the battle, and there +was no surrendering while the fighting was on.</p> + +<p>This officer's story was as wonderful as anything I have +heard in this war. And the man himself was wonderful, for +he had had no sleep for six days and nights, and had suffered +the fearful strain of his responsibility for many men's lives; +yet now, when I met him straight from all that, he was bright-eyed +and his mind was as clear as a bell, and the emotion that +surged through him was well controlled. He described the +things I have attempted to describe before—the fortified streets +and houses of Lens, which make it one great fortress, tunnelled +from end to end with exits into concrete forts two yards thick +in cement, in the ruined cottages. On the morning of our +attack the enemy was expecting it, and within a minute and a +half of our barrage put down his own barrage with terrific +intensity. So there were the Canadians between two walls of +high explosives, and it was between that inferno that they +fought in the great death struggle. For the Canadians had +already advanced towards the enemy's line, and in greater +numbers—three times as great—he had advanced to ours, and +the two forces met on the barren stretch of earth crossed by +twisted trenches, which for a time had been No Man's Land.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[268]</a></span></p> + +<p>While the battalion on the left was heavily engaged fighting +with rifles and bombs until their ammunition gave out, and +then with bayonets and butt-ends, the battalion on the right +was working southward and eastward to the northern outskirts +of Lens. They came up at once against the fortress houses +from which machine-gun and rifle fire poured out. The +Canadians in small parties tried to surround these places, but +many were swept down. Some of them rushed close to the +walls of one house, which was a bastion of the northern defences +of Lens, and were so close that the machine-guns, through slits +in the walls, could not fire at them. They even established a +post behind it and beyond it, quite isolated from the rest of +their men, but clinging to their post all day. The enemy +dropped bombs upon them through the loopholes and sand-bagged +windows, fired rifle-grenades at them, and tried to get +machine-guns at them, but there were always a few men left +to hold the post, until at last, when the line withdrew elsewhere, +they were recalled. One house near here, into which a party +of Canadians forced their way, was a big arsenal. Its cellars +were crammed with shells and piled boxes of bombs. In other +cellars were dead bodies, and the stench of corruption mingled +with the stale vapour of gas. Down in one of these vaults a +young Canadian soldier stayed with his officer, who was badly +wounded, and could not leave him, but waited until night, +when he carried the officer back to safety.</p> + +<p>Before that night came there were great German counter-attacks. +Masses of men carrying nothing but stick-bombs, +which they had slung around them, advanced down the communication-trenches +and flung these things at the Canadians +of the left battalion, who were fighting out in the open, and in +another communication-trench with the right battalion. The +enemy walked over the piled corpses of his own dead before he +could drive back the Canadians, but by repeated storming +parties he did at last force them to give way and retreat down +the trench to gain the support of their comrades of the other +battalion, which had not been so hard pressed. These came +to the rescue, and for a long time held the German grenadiers +at bay. The fighting was fierce and savage on both sides.</p> + +<p>At last, weakened by their losses and with failing stores of +ammunition, these two battalions were given the order to retire +to a trench farther back, and the survivors of the most desperate<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[269]</a></span> +action in Canadian history withdrew, still fighting, and established +blocks in the communication-trenches down which the +enemy was bombing, so that they could not pass those points +to the line upon which here on the north of Lens the Canadians +had fallen back. Southward there had been no withdrawal, +and other battalions had forced their way forward a good +distance, shutting up that entrance to the city and getting +down into the deep tunnels, over which there howled the +unceasing fire of the German heavies. Our own guns were hard +at work, and I have already told how the Prussians were +destroyed in the square of Lens by 12-inch shells and shrapnel.</p> + +<p>I could write more, but I have written enough. The Canadians +never had fighting so hard as this, but the losses they +have inflicted upon the enemy have made Lens a Prussian +tomb, so that its tunnels are death vaults. The heart of the +city is still a fortress, and the new garrison is still strong there, +so that, like Thiepval, which held out for many weeks after it +was enclosed on three sides, Lens will not fall in a night. But +as a dwelling-place for German troops it is a city of abomination +and dreadfulness.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XIV</h3> + +<h3>THE AGONY OF ARMENTIÈRES</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">September 15</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The harvests of France and Flanders have been gathered in, +and already the plough, driven by men too old to fight or boys +too small and young, or by peasant women whose men are +somewhere near St.-Quentin or Verdun, is turning up the +stubble in the fields and making a brown landscape where three +weeks ago it was all gold and bronze.</p> + +<p>The trees are turning brown also, deepening to a reddish tint +in all the woods between Boulogne and the battlefields, where +there are only dead trees. Round about Poperinghe the trailing +hops have been pulled down from their poles, already +stripped in places by last month's gale, and the sticks are all +bare. Outside the wooden huts built on the edge of war by +refugees from Ypres and shell-broken villages, Flemish women +sit with the hops in their laps and in great baskets beside them, +and British soldiers on the march with dry throats exchange<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[270]</a></span> +remarks about the good beer which they may never have the +luck to drink. White cloud-mountains which turn black and +threaten a deluge between bursts of sunshine are banked up +above the russet foliage and the brown earth and the old black +windmills which wave their arms across the landscape, and in +the wind there is a smell of moisture and mist, and the first +faint sniff of rotting leaves. It is the autumn touch—the +autumn touch of a war in which some of us have seen four +harvests gathered into French barns and four winters come. +It makes one feel a bit sad, that thought. It puts an autumn +touch for a second or two into the souls of men coming back +from leave as I came back with some of them two days ago.</p> + +<p>By day the sky out here is full of interest, for one cannot go +anywhere near the lines without seeing that aerial activity which +has become intense and fierce lately. Yesterday I saw a great +flight of our aeroplanes over the dead town of Armentières. +There were between twenty and thirty of them making their +way over the German lines, and the enemy hated the sight of +them. His anti-aircraft guns got to work savagely and bursts +of black shrapnel filled the sky all about those steady wings, but +did not bring them down. He hated other aircraft watching +over his lines—a long line of kite-balloons, "clustered like +grapes," as some one described them, in our side of the sky. +They were as white as snow when the sun touched them, and +made tempting targets for long-range guns. Some German +gunners registered on one of them nearest to Armentières, and +I saw a terrific burst of yellow smoke, so close to it that it seemed +like a hit. But the smoke cleared, and the kite balloon stayed +calmly on its wire, and there was no parachute demonstration +by our observers in the basket. The drone of our aeroplanes +and the reports of German anti-aircraft guns made the only +noise in Armentières—that and the sound of two men's footsteps +as I and another walked through the streets of that town +which is dead.</p> + +<p>It is a queer thing to walk through a big town out of which +all life has gone, and queer to me especially in Armentières, +because I knew it not long ago when there were many women +and girls about its streets, and when one could take one's choice +of tea-shops—though only eighteen hundred yards away from +the German line—and get an excellent little dinner in more than +one restaurant. One could have one's hair cut and a shampoo<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[271]</a></span> +to the musical accompaniment of field-batteries outside the town, +and buy most of the things a man wants in the simple life of +war (except peace) in shops kept by brave Frenchwomen—women +too brave and too rash because they lived within 1800 +yards of the enemy's line as though it were eighteen miles. +Armentières was a modern little manufacturing town for lace +and thread, with neat red-brick houses kept by well-to-do +people who liked good comfortable furniture, and put a piano +into their front parlour and a little marble Venus and other +knick-knacks of art on the drawing-room table as a proof of +good taste above the mere sordid interest of money-making.</p> + +<p>For a long time in the war that town has been known to British +soldiers who have passed it on their way to Plug Street as "Armentears." +They made friends with some of the girls in the +tea-shops, and said "Hallo, granny! Tray bong!" to old +ladies who sold them picture post cards. Now it is a town of +tears to any people who once lived there. The tea-shops have +been smashed to bits and the women and the girls have gone, +unless their bodies lie in the cellars beneath the ruins. The +agony of Armentières began at the end of June, when the enemy +first began to bombard it with systematic violence, and though +there is no life left in it the broken houses are still battered by +more shells when the enemy's gunners have nothing else to do. +When I walked through its streets yesterday I was the witness +of the horror that had passed. The German bombardment +began quite suddenly one night, and the old women and the +girls and the children were in their beds. They rushed down +into their cellars, not for the first time, because during nearly +three years of war stray shells had often come into the town. +But never like this. These were not random shells, scattered +here and there. They came with a steady and frightful violence +into every part of the town, sweeping down street after +street, blowing houses to dust, knocking the fronts off the shops, +playing fantastic, horrible tricks of choosing and leaving, as +shell-fire does in any town of this size. There were gas-shells +among the high explosives, and their poison filtered down into +the cellars. A fire broke out in one of the squares beyond the +old church of St.-Vaast, and the houses were gutted by flames, +which licked high above their roofless walls.</p> + +<p>The fires were out when I walked there yesterday, and the +church of St.-Vaast was surrounded by its own ruins—great<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[272]</a></span> +blocks of masonry hurled from its dome and buttresses amidst +a mass of broken glass. Inside there is a tragic ruin, and rows +of cane chairs lie in wild chaos among the broken pillars and the +piled stones. The pipes of the great organ have been flung out +of their framework, but curiously the side altars, with the +figures of apostles and saints, and the central figure of the +Sacred Heart, are hardly touched, and stand unscathed amidst +this great destruction. There is nothing new in all this. For +three years I have been walking through destroyed towns and +villages, but it has the grim interest of recent history, and +Armentières is the scene of a tragedy to its civilian population +which makes one's heart ache with a new revolt against this +monstrous cruelty of war upon the innocent and the helpless.</p> + +<p>It was easy to see what had happened during those days and +nights of terror some weeks ago. I looked into the blown-out +fronts of little shops and houses, and saw how everything had +been abandoned in that rush of women and children to the +cellars. In spite of the wreckage of the upper stories and of +the walls about them, some of the rooms were intact. Here were +the remains of an estaminet, with its cash-box on the bar +counter, and games such as soldiers love—dominoes and darts, +and quoits and bagatelle, set out as though for an evening's +entertainment. Here was a chemist's shop, with many bottles +unbroken on the shelves, though most of the house was blown +across the street. I looked through a hole in the wall to a +drawing-room, with a piano, standing amid a litter of broken +furniture, as though some madman had wreaked his fury on +the sofa and chairs.</p> + +<p>But it was in the cellars that the pitiful drama had been—in +those cellars down which I peered wondering whether any poor +bodies lay there still. The shells had pierced down to some of +the women hiding in them. Poison-gas came to choke some of +them. Rescue parties of our R.A.M.C. went into Armentières +immediately to get the poor creatures away, and risked their +lives a score of times on each journey they made. It is an +amazing thing that even then, in spite of their terror and their +agony and their wounds, many of the old women could hardly +be made to leave the town, and clung desperately to their homes, +though these had fallen down on top of them.</p> + +<p>Outside Armentières yesterday I met one of the R.A.M.C. +lads who had helped in this rescue work—he has been given a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[273]</a></span> +Military Medal for it—and he told me of his trouble with two +old ladies when things were at their worst. Neither had a rag +of clothing on except the blankets he wrapped round them as +they lay on stretchers; but when his attention wandered from +them, owing to shells which burst close to the ambulance, one +of these old dames scrambled up and ran off naked down the +street. He went after her, and on his return found that the +other old lady had given him the slip.</p> + +<p>He had astounding experiences, this Wessex boy who is an +expert in bandaging wounds, and through many days of dreadfulness +and many nights he worked in Armentières under heavy +fire, and did not turn a hair. He was such a Mark Tapley that +when everything was falling about him and Hell was let loose +he became more and more cheerful and refused to take things +seriously.</p> + +<p>"I don't think I ever laughed so much," he told me yesterday. +"I don't know how it was, but I couldn't help seeing the comical +side of it all, in spite of the ghastly sights." I suppose this +boy's sense of humour was touched by the monstrous idiocy of +the shell-fire, which produced effects like those on a music-hall +stage when the funny man breaks all the crockery and brings +the roof down over his head. He laughed like anything when he +was shelled out of his makeshift dressing-station on one side of +the street, and had to establish his quarters on the other side +of another street.</p> + +<p>"How's it going, my lad!" asked his officer, who came to +visit the aid post.</p> + +<p>"Well, sir," he answered, "it's rather hotter than the last +place, except for direct hits."</p> + +<p>He laughed "like anything" again when a shell came through +the kitchen and smashed up the stove, and failed to kill an old +lady, already covered with bruises but very talkative. He +laughed again when they had to pack up traps in a hurry, with +the stiff body of a small dead child on the top of the kit and a +barrage down the street.</p> + +<p>"This is the funniest old show I ever did see," was the +comment of the boy from Wessex, and certainly, when one comes +to think of it, it is a funny thing that such things should happen +in this civilized world of ours and in this Christian age. But +the boy from Wessex, and others like him, did not let their +sense of humour get the better of their pity or their work of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</a></span> +rescue. They crawled out and dragged in the bodies of dead or +wounded people.</p> + +<p>Down below in the cellars was a crowd of poor people, mostly +women and girls, and when the shell-fire was at its height their +wailing and their prayers were rather troublesome to the Wessex +boy and his comrades upstairs bandaging the wounded. The +R.A.M.C. men, at most deadly risk to themselves, managed to +clear most of the cellars, carrying out the people on shutters, +and taking them away in ambulances to hospitals. To one of +these casualty clearing-stations was brought a boy of nineteen, +who had been gassed. He was a life-long paralytic and wizened +like an old man, and deaf and dumb. Nobody knew where he +had come from or to whom he belonged, but he had one creature +faithful to him. It was a small dog, who came on the stretcher +with him, sitting on his chest. It watched close to him when +he lay in the hospital, and went away with him, sitting on his +chest again, when he was sent farther away to another clearing-station. +This dog's fidelity to the paralysed boy, who was +deaf and dumb and gassed, seems to men who have seen many +sights of war and this agony in Armentières the most pitiful +thing they know.</p> + +<p>Yesterday, apart from the knocking of anti-aircraft guns and +the drone of our planes, it was all quiet there, and I walked +through the silent streets over the broken bricks and glass, +and was startled by the utter death of the town. For this +quietude and ruin of a place that one has seen full of life +gives one a sinister sensation, and one is frightened by one's +loneliness.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XV</h3> + +<h3>THE BATTLE OF MENIN ROAD</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">September 20</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Our troops attacked this morning before six o'clock on a wide +front north and south of the Ypres-Menin road, and have +gained important ground all along the line. It is ground from +which during the past six weeks there has been that heroic +and desperate fighting which I have described as best I could +in my daily messages, giving even at the best only a vague +idea of the difficulties encountered by those men of ours who +made great sacrifices in great endeavours. It is the ground<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</a></span> +which in the centre rises up through the sinister woodlands of +Glencorse Copse and Inverness Wood to the high ground of +Polygon Wood and the spurs of the Passchendaele Ridge, which +form the enemy's long defensive barrier to the east of the +Ypres salient. Until that high land was taken progress was +difficult for our troops on the left across the Steenbeek, as the +enemy's guns could still hold commanding positions. The +ground over which our men have swept this morning had been +assaulted again and again by troops who ignored their losses, +and attacked with a most desperate and glorious courage, yet +failed to hold what they gained for a time, because their final +goal was attained with weakened forces after most fierce and +bloody fighting. The Empire knows who those men were—the +old English county regiments, who never fought more +gallantly; the Scots, who only let go of their forward positions +under overwhelming pressure and annihilating fire; the Irish +divisions, who suffered the most supreme ordeal, and earned +new and undying honour by the way they endured the fire of +many guns for many days. As long as history lasts, the name +of these woods, from which most of the trees have been swept, +and of these bogs and marshes which lie about them, will be +linked with the memory of those brave battalions who fought +through them again and again. They are not less to be honoured +than those who with the same courage, just as splendid, attacked +once more, over the same tracks, past the same death-traps, +and achieved success. By different methods, by learning from +what the first men had suffered, this last attack has not as yet +been high in cost, and we hold what the enemy has used all +his strength and cunning to prevent us getting. He used much +cunning and poured up great reserves of men and guns to +smash our assaulting lines. For the first time on July 31 we +came up against his new and fully prepared system of defence, +and discovered the power of it. Abandoning the old trench +system which we could knock to pieces with artillery, he made +his forward positions without any definite line, and built a +large number of concrete blockhouses, so arranged in depth +that they defended each other by enfilade fire, and so strong +that nothing but a direct hit from one of our heavier shells +would damage it. And a direct hit is very difficult on a small +mark like one of those concrete houses, holding about ten to +twenty men at a minimum, and fifty to sixty in their largest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</a></span> +These little garrisons were mostly machine-gunners and picked +men specially trained for outpost work, and they could inflict +severe damage on an advancing battalion, so that the forward +lines passing through and beyond them would be spent and +weak. Then behind in reserve lay the German "Stosstruppen," +specially trained also for counter-attacks, which +were launched in strong striking forces against our advanced +lines after all their struggle and loss. Those blockhouses +proved formidable things—hard nuts to crack, as the soldiers +said who came up against them. There are scores of them whose +names will be remembered through a lifetime by men of many +battalions, and they cost the lives of many brave men. Beck +House and Borry Farm belong to Irish history. Wurst Farm +and Winnipeg, Bremen Redoubt and Gallipoli, Iberian and +Delva Farm, are strongholds round which many desperate little +battles, led by young subalterns or sergeants, have taken place +on the last day of July and on many days since. English and +Scots have taken turns in attacking and defending such places +as Fitzclarence Farm, Northampton Farm, and Black Watch +Corner in the dreadful region of Inverness Copse and Glencorse +Wood. To-day the hard nut of the concrete blockhouse has +been cracked by a new method of attack and by a new assault, +planned with great forethought, and achieved so far with high +success.</p> + +<p>Among the troops engaged on the 2nd Army front were the +Australians and South-Africans, Welsh and Scottish battalions, +and many of the old English regiments, including the Cheshires, +Warwicks, Worcesters, Staffords, Wiltshires, Gloucesters, Berkshires, +Oxford and Bucks, York and Lancashires, Sherwood +Foresters, and Rifle Brigade. The Divisions to which they +belonged were, from north to south, the 2nd Australians, 1st +Australians, the 23rd and 41st (with the 21st and 23rd in +reserve), the 39th, the 19th, the 30th, 14th, and 8th.</p> + +<p>I should like to give the full details of the preparations which +have made this success possible and the methods by which +some at least of the terrors of the blockhouse have been laid +low, but it cannot yet be done, and it is enough now that good +results have been attained. One thing was against us as usual +last night. After several fine days the weather turned bad +again, and last night many men must have looked up at the +sky, groaned, and said, "Just our luck." At half-past ten it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</a></span> +began to rain heavily, and all through the night there was a +steady drizzle. It was awful to think of that ground about +the woodlands, already full of water-holes and bogs, becoming +more and more of a quagmire as the time drew near when our +men have to rise from the mud and follow the barrage across +the craters. All through the night our heavy guns were +slogging, and through the dark wet mist there was the blurred +light of their flashes. Before the dawn a high wind was raging +at thirty miles an hour across Flanders, and heavy water-logged +clouds were only 400 feet above the earth. How could +our airmen see? When the attack began they could not see +even when they flew as low as 200 feet. They could see +nothing but smoke, which clung low to the battlefields, and +they could only guess the whereabouts of German batteries. +Later, when some progress had been made at most points of +the attacking line, the sky cleared a little, blue spaces showed +through the black storm-clouds, and there were gleams of +sun striking aslant the mists.</p> + +<p>This sky on the salient was a strange vision, and I have seen +nothing like it since the war began. It was filled with little +black specks like midges, but each midge was a British aeroplane +flying over the enemy's lines. The enemy tried to clear +the air of them, and his anti-aircraft guns were firing wildly, so +that all about them were puffs of black shrapnel. Behind, +closely clustered, were our kite-balloons, like snow-clouds +where they were caught by the light, staring down over the +battle, and in wide semicircles about the salient our heavy +guns were firing ceaselessly with dull, enormous hammer-strokes, +followed by the shrill cry of travelling shells making +the barrage before our men, and having blockhouses for their +targets and building walls of flying steel between the enemy +and our attacking troops. In the near distance were the strafed +woods of old battle-grounds like the Wytschaete Ridge and +Messines, with their naked gallows-trees all blurred in the mist.</p> + +<p>Our men had lain out all night in the rain before the attack +at something before six. They were wet through to the skin, +but it is curious that some of them whom I saw to-day were +surprised to hear it had been raining hard. They had other +things to think about. But some of them did not think at +all. Tired out in mind and body under the big nervous strain +which is there, though they may be unconscious of it, they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</a></span> +slept. "I was wakened by a friend just before we went over," +said one of them. The anxiety of the officers was intense for +the hours to pass before the enemy should get a hint of the +movement. It seemed that in one part of the line he did +guess that something was in the wind and in the mist. This +was on the line facing Glencorse Wood. An hour or two before +the attack he put over a heavy barrage, but most of it missed +the heads of the battalions. There were many casualties, but +the men stood firm, never budging, and making no sound. +They all thought that some of their comrades must have been +badly caught, but, as far as I can find, it did not do great +damage.</p> + +<p>All along the line the experience of the fighting was broadly +the same. Apart from local details and difficulties, the ground +was not quite so bad as had been expected, though bad enough, +being greasy and boggy after the rain, but not impassable. +The shell-holes were water-logged, and they were dangerously +deep for badly wounded men who might fall in, but for the +others there was generally a way round over ground which +would hold, and our assaulting waves who led the advance +were lightly clad, and could go at a fair pace after the barrage. +"I saw wounded men fall in the shell-holes," said a Warwickshire +lad to-day, "and God knows how they got out again, +unless the stretcher-bearers came up quick, as most of them +did; but as for me, I had lain in a shell-hole all night up to +the waist in mud, and I was careful to keep out of them." The +barrage ahead of them was terrific—the most appalling fence +of shells that has ever been placed before advancing troops in +this war. All our men describe it as wonderful. "Beautiful" +is the word they use, because they know what it means in +safety to them.</p> + +<p>In the direction of Polygon Wood the plan of attack seems +to have worked like clockwork. The Australians moved forward +behind the barrage stage by stage, through Westhoek +and Nonne Boschen, and across the Hanebeek stream on their +left, with hardly a check, in spite of the German blockhouses +scattered over this country. In those blockhouses the small +garrisons of picked troops had been demoralized, as any human +beings would be, by the enormous shell-fire which had been +flung around them. Some, but not all, it seems, of the blockhouses +had been smashed, and in those still standing the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[279]</a></span> +German machine-gunners got their weapons to work with a +burst or two of fire, but then, seeing our troops upon them, +were seized with fear, and made signs of surrender. At nine +o'clock this morning the good news came back that the +Australians were right through Glencorse Wood. Later messages +showed that our troops were fighting their way into +Polygon Wood. They swept over the strong points at Black +Watch Corner, Northampton Farm, and Carlisle Farm. There +was stiff fighting round a blockhouse called Anzac Corner, east +of the Hanebeek stream, and it was necessary to organize two +flank attacks and work round it before the enemy machine-gun +fire could be silenced by bombs. In another case near here the +enemy came out of a blockhouse ready to attack, but when +they saw our men swarming up, they lost heart and held up +their hands. It is difficult to know how many prisoners were +taken here in these woods and strong points. The men's +estimates vary enormously, some speaking of scores and others +of hundreds.</p> + +<p>All this time the enemy's artillery reply was not exceptionally +heavy, and, though it was prompt to come after the first SOS +signals went up from his lines, it was erratic and varied very +much in the success of our counter-battery work, which all +through the night and for days past has been smothering his +guns. South of the attack in Glencorse Copse and Polygon +Wood the assault in Inverness Copse and Shrewsbury Forest, +across the bog-lands round the Dumbarton Lakes, was made +by English battalions, including the Queen's, the East and West +Kents, the Northumberland Fusiliers, Sherwood Foresters, the +King's Royal Rifles, and the West Riding battalions. It was +the vilest ground, low-lying and flooded, and strewn with +broken trees and choked with undergrowth, but the troops +here kept up a good pace, and flung themselves upon the +blockhouses which stood in their way. At an early hour our +men were reported to be on a ridge south-east of Inverness +Copse and going strong towards Veldhoek. The enemy's +barrage came down too late, and one officer, who was wounded +by a shell-splinter, led his men, 160 of them, to their first +position with only nine casualties.</p> + +<p>Most of our losses to-day were from machine-gun fire out of +the blockhouses, and that varied very much at different parts +of the line. There was some trouble at Het Pappotje Farm in<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[280]</a></span> +this way, where a party of German machine-gunners put up a +desperate resistance, shutting themselves in behind steel doors +before they were routed out by a bombing fight. Southward +from a strong point called Groenenburg, or "Green Bug" Farm, +to Opaque Wood by the Ypres-Comines Canal, the attack by +the Cheshires, Wiltshires, Warwicks, Staffords, and Gloucesters +was successful, though the enemy still holds out up to the time +I write in Hessian Wood, where he is defending himself in a +group of blockhouses against the Welsh Regiment and Royal +Welsh Fusiliers.</p> + +<p>I have dealt so far with the centre of the attack, and I know +very little as to the fighting on the north by the 5th Army, except +that the Highlanders, London Territorials, Lancashire and Liverpool +battalions, and Scots and South-Africans have swept past a +whole system of blockhouses, like Beck House and Borry Farm, +running up through Gallipoli, Kansas Cross, and Wurst Farm, +across the Langemarck-Zonnebeke road. All through the +morning our lightly wounded men came filtering down to the +safer places in the Ypres salient and then to the quiet fields +behind, and they were in grand spirits in spite of the mud +which caked them and the smart of their wounds. Some +of them were brought down on the trolley trains, which go +almost as far as the battle-line, and some in open buses, +and some by German prisoners, but there were many +Germans among the wounded—some of them with very +ghastly wounds, and these took their place with ours and +mingled with them in the dressing-stations, and were given +the same treatment. Our wounded told some strange tales +of their experiences, but there was no moan among them, +whatever they had suffered.</p> + +<p>One man of the Cheshires described to me how he saw a +German officer run out of a dug-out, which had been a blockhouse +blown in at each end by our heavy shell-fire, and make +for another one which still stood intact. With some of his +comrades, our man chased him, and there was a great fight in +the second blockhouse before the survivors surrendered, among +them the officer, who gave to my friend a big china pipe and a +case full of cigars as souvenirs. He was killed afterwards by +one of his own men, who sniped him as he was walking back +to our lines. In another strong point there was a great and +terrible fight. The Prussian garrison refused to surrender, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[281]</a></span> +a party of ours fought them until they were destroyed. "It +was more lively than Wytschaete," said a man who was in +this fight. "It was less tame-like, and the Fritzes put up a +better show." They fought hard round Prince's House and +Jarrock's Farm and Pioneer House, not far from Hollebeke +Château.</p> + +<p>The prisoners I saw to-day were shaken men. Most of them +were young fellows of twenty-one, belonging to the 1916 class, +and there were none of the youngest boys among them. But +they were white-faced and haggard, and looked like men who +had passed through a great terror, which indeed was their +fate. They belonged mostly to the 207th Prussian Division, +and had suffered before the battle from our great shell-fire, +which had caused many casualties among their reliefs and +ration parties. Many other prisoners belonged to the 121st +Division. I can only give this glimpse or two of the crowded +scenes and the many details of to-day's battle. To-morrow +there will be time perhaps to write more, giving a deeper +insight into this day of good success, which is cheering after so +much desperate fighting—over the same fields, although never +to so far a goal.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">September 21</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>In spite of many German counter-attacks yesterday and +many vain and costly attempts to counter-attack to-day, we +hold all the ground gained by our men yesterday, except at +one or two strong points, after their victorious progress. This +morning when I went again among the men who have been +fighting—there was a blue sky over the rags and tatters of the +City of Ypres, and behind the tall, solitary tree-stumps on the +ridge that goes up to Polygon Wood by way of Glencorse Copse, +and all the air was filled with the song of many aeroplanes—all +that I learned yesterday about the battle was made more +certain by the narratives of these young soldiers, who are proud +and glad of what they call a real good show. The wounded +men walking down over the wide stretch of fields, which are +still under gun-fire, weak with loss of blood, suffering the first +pain of their wounds, and shaken by their experiences under +shells and machine-gun fire, spoke with a quiet enthusiasm of +the day's success, and said "It was easy" behind such a +colossal barrage as our guns rolled in front of them. Some of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[282]</a></span> +them in their eagerness went too fast for the barrage in order +to chase the enemy, and I have met Australians here and +there and some men of the Welsh Regiment, who fought +farther south, wounded because they ran in front of the barrage-lines, +and were caught in our shell-splinters. But that was a +rare episode, and along the whole line of attack the men +followed the moving walls of shells, vast shells that fling up +masses of earth like suburban villas, and the smaller shells that +fell like confetti, all glinting in the wet mist, and felt sure that +the enemy in front of them, would have lost all his fight when +they reached his hiding-places, if any lived. Many Germans +died on that ground, so that the shell-holes between the blockhouses +are wet graves in which their bodies lie, and many of +the blockhouses which resisted so long in former attacks are +smashed, or at least so battered that the garrisons inside were +dazed and demoralized by the fearful hammering at their walls.</p> + +<p>There was a broad belt of death across that mile deep of +woods and ridges and barren fields, but here and there, as I +have already told, men stayed alive in the concrete houses and +fought with their machine-guns to the last, and even kept +sniping from shell-holes in which they had escaped, up to the +time our troops reached them. They were brave men, most of +them, for it needs great courage to show any fighting spirit +after such a fury of gun-fire, and 50 per cent. of our prisoners +are wounded, as I have seen myself, and the others are haggard +and spent after their frightful adventure. An hour or two ago +I met a column of them on the road, marching down slowly +through a ruined village, and staring hollow-eyed at all the +movement of our troops, at all the transport behind our lines, +at all our whistling, busy Tommies, who glance back at them +without any malice now that the battle is over. In a dressing-station +a young wounded German sprang to his feet as I came +in, and said, "Good day, sir," very politely, but the pallor of +his face was that of a dead man. The German officers who are +prisoners show the same kind of eagerness to salute, which is +a rare thing for them, and I hear that they do not disguise that +yesterday was a day of great defeat for themselves, and of +great victory for us. The completeness and quickness of it +staggered them, and they speak of our barrage-fire as an awful +phenomenon that has undone all their plans and destroyed the +new method of defence which they believed could save them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[283]</a></span> +to the end. As wounded men or prisoners they see things +darkly, and we should be deep in folly if we believed that all +the enemy's strength of resistance is destroyed. But at least +this is clear after yesterday, that the new German method of +holding his lines lightly by small garrisons in blockhouses, with +reserves behind for counter-attacks, has broken down, and by +reverting to the old system of strong front lines he would suffer +again as he suffered in the Somme under the ferocity of our +artillery.</p> + +<p>The German officers have hard words to say about their +Higher Command which has led them into this tragedy, and +their own pride is broken. Yesterday the reserve divisions, +which were brought up in buses and then assembled in places +near our new front, to be flung against our advanced lines, had +a dreadful time, and must have suffered great losses. After +the rain of the night and the mist of the morning, the weather +cleared in time for our airmen to go out reconnoitring, as I saw +them in swarms in yesterday's sky, and they were quick to +report the massing of the enemy. Our guns were quick to fire +at these human targets. These counter-attacks developed +several times against the English and Highland troops, who +were fighting across the Zonnebeke-Langemarck road, north-west +of the Gravenstafel and Abraham Heights, at a place +called the Schreiboom, north of Langemarck. Some of the +Rifle Brigade and King's Royal Rifles, with other light-infantry +troops, failed at first to get a certain trench, and very hard +fighting took place during the day in a pocket with desperate +courage. At the same time the Highlanders south of them +were fighting very hard also round about the blockhouses by +Rose House, Pheasant Farm, and Quebec Farm beyond the +Pilkem Ridge, into which I looked a week or two ago, when +things were quiet on the line. The Highlanders were driven +back for a while, and the enemy's counter-attacks were made +in strong force at about ten o'clock in the morning, and several +times later. But they were broken up each time by the rifle-fire +of the Scottish troops, and by our field-batteries.</p> + +<p>Large numbers of the enemy were killed here in our first +attack and afterwards. Besides the artillery, a heavy bombardment +was made before the men went out by trench-mortars, +which raked a small area of shell-holes so thoroughly that the +German snipers in them were destroyed, and an important<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[284]</a></span> +trench was taken by the Scots with hardly any casualties. A +good deal more than 100,000 rounds of shells must have gone +over from the guns before the battle, and afterwards the +German storm troops who tried to recover the ground were +smothered with fire. Six times they came on with much +determination, and six times their waves were broken up. +Some London Territorials had to repel part of the assaulting +waves, after a gallant struggle for their objectives, and one +young officer among them earned special honour by gathering +a company of men together and leading them against the +advancing enemy, whom they scattered with bombs and +rifles.</p> + +<p>Most of the Germans here in this district round Wurst Farm, +east of Winnipeg, were men of the 36th and 208th Divisions, +and were a mixture of Prussians and Poles, who seem to have +been stout-hearted fellows. Their local reserves were quickly +exhausted, and in the afternoon, when they threw in further +reserves, these were broken up in the same way. A frightful +fate met a German division which was brought up in the afternoon +near Roulers to be hurled against the Londoners and +Highlanders. Our guns broke up their columns, and when +they rallied and re-formed, broke them again. Our aeroplanes +flew low over them, strafing them with machine-gun fire, and +at intervals gas clouded about them, so that they had to put +on their masks, if they had time to put them on before they +fell, and marched blindly forward to another doom, for some +of those who came within range were shot down by the London +men, little fellows, some of them, with the Cockney accent which +makes me homesick for the Fulham Road when I hear it along +the roads of Flanders, but with big, brave hearts. Three of +the German battalions deployed and drove against the Highlanders +at Delva Farm and Rose House, and fought so hard +that they could only be driven back when the Highlanders +rallied, and at eight o'clock in the evening swept them out and +away. Strong counter-attacks were made between six and +seven in the evening in the neighbourhood of Hill 37 and the +country round Bremen Redoubt, against the King's Liverpools, +where the South-African Scots held their line.</p> + +<p>There were a great many blockhouses in this district, some +of them damaged and some still intact, and in those undamaged +forts little parties of men, who fired their machine-guns to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[285]</a></span> +last moment before death or surrender. Hill 37 was a hard +place to attack, as the Irish found it, and here Lancashire +men fought their way up and round in spite of the waves of +machine-gun bullets that swept the ground about them. The +Bremen Redoubt, which had been so costly to the Irishmen on +July 31, was carried by the South-Africans in a fine assault, +while Scottish troops were gaining other strong points and +drawing tight nets round any blockhouse from which came any +fire. Out of these places, in all that part of the line, many +prisoners were taken, and they made their way down anxiously +through their own shell-fire, which was barraging these fields. +A great party of Germans, white-faced and afraid, were found +in the long galleries running out of a fortified place called +Schuler Farm.</p> + +<p>South of all this the Australians were fighting in the centre +of yesterday's great attack where the ground rises to the foul +heights of Polygon Wood. The Australian lads were in their +most perfect form. They had had some rest since the hard, +bad days at Bullecourt and in the dreadful valley of Noreuil, +where I went to see them outside the Quéant-Drocourt line. +Since then I had seen them in the harvest-fields of France, in +the market squares of Flemish towns, along the dusty roads +which lead up to the Front. Always I felt it good to see those +easy-going fellows in their flap hats, so lithe, so clean-cut, so +fresh. It was an honour to get a salute from them now and +then, for they are not great at that sort of thing, and one could +see with half an eye that they have not lost any of their quality +since some of them fought their great epic at Helles and Suvla +Bay, and afterwards at Pozières gained and held their ground +under months of great shell-fire, and then at Bullecourt fought +with the grim endurance of men who will not yield to any kind +of hammering if their pride is in the job. They are boys, many +of them, and simple-looking fellows who were not cut to the +model of barrack-room soldiers. They have a wildish gipsy +look when one sees them camped in the fields, and free-and-easy +manners in the village estaminets. When I heard they were +going to attack Polygon Wood I knew that we should get it, +if human courage could have the say, for the Australians are +not easily denied if they set their mind on a thing, and for +all their boyishness—though they have middle-aged follows +among them too—they have a grim passion in them at such<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[286]</a></span> +times. Yet they are free-and-easy always, even on the battlefield, +and a bit impatient of checks and restraints. Knowing +them, and the heart and soul of them, one of their commanding +officers arranged a method of preventing them from getting +bored with the long strain of a two hours' wait, which was +ordered when they should have gained their first objective. +He sent up to them by the carrying parties bundles of the previous +day's papers, all the picture papers especially, and large +quantities of cigarettes. The idea worked beautifully, and +it was the strangest thing that has happened in any great +battle. The Australian lads got at the papers, and on the +ground which they had just captured spread them out and +studied the news of the day and smoked their cigarettes with +quiet enjoyment, while ahead of them rolled a stupendous +barrage, with thousands of heavy shells that came screaming +over their heads from our guns behind them, answered by other +shells that came the other way, and burst farther back on the +battlefield. So they were seen by one of our airmen, who +was surprised by what he saw.</p> + +<p>The going had been pretty bad before then, as I was told +to-day by some of the men whom I met slightly wounded along +the Menin road. The enemy seemed to smell danger in the +night and put over a heavy barrage just before the attack +started. It was on the tail of the Australians, and might have +demoralized them if they had not been so high in heart. They +got away in good order, and kept going to keep pace with the +travelling storm of shells which broke before them. One queer +thing happened near Clapham Junction. The enemy had +apparently planned a raid with "flammenwerfer," or flame-jets +as we call these devilish engines, at the very time of the attack +and they were met by the Australian shock of assault, and fell +before it. While some of the Australians worked round +Glencorse Copse and Nonne Boschen or Nuns' Wood, others +fought up by Westhoek across the Hanebeek towards the post +called by a curious coincidence Anzac Corner. After heavy +fighting for a little while at one of the blockhouses the Australian +flag was planted at Anzac Corner and waves there still. In +Nonne Boschen the ground was marshy and encumbered with +fallen trees, but the boys struggled through somehow, and then +started for the Polygon Wood, where there is no wood, as there +seldom is in these places when our artillery has done its work,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[287]</a></span> +but only some blasted trunks and stakes. In Glencorse Wood +and round about it there were a good many Germans, and they +fought hard. Fifty of them were killed in hand-to-hand +fighting, or fighting at close quarters, and a blockhouse on the +north-west of the wood, where the garrison would not surrender, +but kept his machine-guns going, was taken by a bombing +attack. So after a two hours' wait at the end of the first lap +the Australians flung away their cigarettes and the assaulting +waves passed on to the ridge of Polygon Wood. They could +not take all the line they had been asked to take in the first +attempt, and were checked on the right by machine-gun fire. +So they dug in on a crescent, which had its right ear somewhere +by Carlisle Farm to the north of Black Watch Corner, until +supports came up to make good their losses on the way, and +they were able to go forward and straighten out. After that +the counter-attacks began. All of them were broken up by +artillery-fire, and when one of the German divisions was flung +in, the only men who reached our lines were those who tried to +escape from the barrage which our guns put over their assembly +position. I should like to give a fuller history than I did +yesterday about the taking of Inverness Copse and the bogs of +the Dumbarton Lakes, and the tangled ground of Shrewsbury +Forest, but I have no time, as the wires wait, except to pay a +tribute to the men who fought there over most difficult country, +crowded with blockhouses, and under severe fire from the +enemy's guns. Men from Surrey and Kent, from the Midlands, +from Wales, from the North, the battalions of the 8th and 14th +Divisions, all fought and won with equal courage and success.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">September 23</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The enthusiasm of the troops who fought in Thursday's battle +of the Menin road is good enough proof that they achieved +success that morning without those great losses which take the +heart out of victory. All the men I have seen are convinced +that the enemy's losses are heavy. Not so much in the actual +attack, where he held his blockhouse system with small garrisons, +as afterwards, when he tried to counter-attack.</p> + +<p>I have already put on record some of the attempts he made to +regain ground on the afternoon of the battle. Yesterday and +to-day he has continued his efforts with even more disastrous +results to his unhappy troops. About midday yesterday a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[288]</a></span> +German regiment was sent up in motor-omnibuses to a point +behind the enemy's lines to make a new assault upon our positions +in Polygon Wood. The three battalions then took to the road, +and were seen very quickly by our observers. The +artillery made that road a way of fire, and the German soldiers +were caught in it and dispersed. Odd companies of them +worked their way forward by other tracks, but lost themselves +in the chaos of shell-craters, where other heavy shells burst +among them. They were no longer battalions or companies, +but a terror-stricken collection of individual soldiers, taking +cover in holes and without guidance or command. An officer +collected fifty of them and led them back to reorganize. He +had no notion of what had happened to the rest of the regiment, +except that it was broken and ineffective, in this wild turmoil of +crater earth. He went forward again on reconnaissance, and +walked into a body of Australians, who took him prisoner.</p> + +<p>So it happened with another column at Zandvoorde. One of +our aerial observers watched the long trail of men marching up +the road and sent a message to the guns. They were the heavy +guns which found the target with 9·2 shells and with twelve-inchers, +which are monstrous and annihilating. Down there at +Zandvoorde it must have been hell. We can only guess how +many men were blown to pieces, and it is not a picture on which +the imagination should care to linger. It was a bloody shambles.</p> + +<p>Along the Menin road later in the day came another long +column of marching men. They were men of the Sixteenth +Bavarian Division, who had been sent up in urgent haste +without knowledge of the ground, without maps, and with +officers who seem to have had no definite instructions except to +fling their men in an attack somehow and anyhow. Over their +heads in the darkness under the stars flew a British aeroplane +with a bomb of the heaviest kind. When our airman saw these +hostile troops advancing, flying low like a great black bat he +dropped his frightful thing on the head of the column. It +burst with a deafening roar and scattered the leading company. +Flying in the same sky-space as the big aeroplane was a number +of other night raiders of ours. They also flew low above the +marching troops, and all down the road dropped their explosives. +Our guns added their help, and they fired many rounds +down the Menin road, bracketing the ditches. It is a dreadful +thing to walk along a road which is being "bracketed," and with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[289]</a></span> +those birds of prey above them the Bavarians must have suffered +the worst kind of horror. They did not get near to our lines +with any counter-attack.</p> + +<p>None of these counter-attacks has reached our lines near +Polygon Ridge, which is the ground most wanted by the enemy, +and the nearest seems to have been yesterday afternoon, when +some of the Australian boys with whom I talked to-day saw +the movement of men and the glint of bayonets in a little wood +on an opposite spur. They saw the movement of men for a +minute of two, and after that a fury of shells which fell into the +wood and filled it with flame and smoke.</p> + +<p>"I don't know how a mortal man could have lived through +that," said one of these lads. "If any Fritz got out of that +without being cracked he must have had the luck of Old Harry."</p> + +<p>There were many of these Australian boys among whom I +went to-day before they had cleaned themselves of the dirt of +battle, and while they were still on fire with the emotion of +their amazing adventure. Some of them had escaped only by +enormous luck. I talked with one stretcher-bearer, a fine, big, +bullet-headed fellow with an unshaven chin and a merry smile, +who was astounded to find himself alive. He had spent the day +and night bandaging wounded, and, with his mates, carrying +them down to the dressing-station, a mile and more back. All +the time he walked and worked with bursting shells about him. +They knocked out several of his mates, but left him untouched. +They killed two or three of the wounded on his stretchers going +down, but did not scratch him. They blew up dug-outs just as +he had gone out of them, and trenches through which he made +his way. He was buried in earth flung up by heavy shells, and +he fell many times into deep craters, and men dropped all round +him, but to-day he still had a whole skin and a queer, lingering +smile, in which there is a look of wonderment because of his +escape.</p> + +<p>An Australian officer, who was through the Dardanelles and +the Somme and Bullecourt, a slim, small-sized Australian, with +a delicate, clean-cut face, thoughtful and grave, with a fine light +in his eyes, was helping a wounded lad on to a stretcher when a +shell came over his head, killed the boy, but left the officer +unscathed. It was this officer, this slight, delicate-looking man, +who captured, with three lads, sixty men and a German battalion +staff in their headquarter dug-outs below Polygon Wood.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[290]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Where is your revolver?" he said to the captain. The +German hesitated, and said: "You will shoot me if I fetch it." +"I will shoot you if you don't," said the little Australian. And +he meant what he said, as I could see by the set of his lips when +he told me the tale. But the German captain handed over his +revolver quietly, and his maps, which were very useful.</p> + +<p>It was a wonderful scene to-day among all these Australian +lads, who had just been relieved and were talking over the +scenes of yesterday's history in small groups while they scraped +off the mud and shaved before bits of broken mirror, and polished +up German rifles and machine-guns and handled their souvenirs, +found in the dug-outs and blockhouses. Many of them were +stripped to the waist, some of them wore German caps, some +of them slept like drugged men in spite of all the noise about +them. After taking the first objective they had to wait for +two hours before they went on, and there were queer scenes +about the blockhouses and in the felled woods. They had +found the German rations, and besides the sausages and bread +and gallons of cold coffee in petrol-tins, which the boys shared +among themselves, quantities of long, fat, and excellent cigars. +Hundreds of Australians smoked these cigars while they waited +for the barrage to lift, and when they went on again hundreds +of them were still puffing them as they trudged on to Polygon +Wood. They had a good day. I have met some of them, +who said they enjoyed it, and would not have missed it for +worlds. The excitement of it all kept them going. The battlefield +was a wild pandemonium of men, and the imagination of +people who have never seen war will hardly visualize such +scenes, with lads laughing and smoking while others lay dead, +with groups fighting and falling round blockhouses while others +were eating German sausages and joking in captured emplacements, +with stretcher-bearers carrying men back under heavy +shell-fire and German prisoners dodging their own barrage-fire +on their way to our lines. An Australian doctor had his arm +smashed, but stayed among the boys, regardless of his own +hurt. A V.C. officer of the Dardanelles was killed as he went +back wounded on a stretcher. German wounded lay crying for +help, and our men rescued them. So about Glencorse Wood +and Polygon Wood human agony and the wild spirits of +Australian youth, death, and the vitality of boyhood in the +passion of a great adventure were queerly mixed, and one side<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[291]</a></span> +of this picture of war would be hopelessly untrue if it left out +the other side.</p> + +<p>One enthusiasm of the Australians was about the English +soldiers who fought on their right, the Yorkshire boys and +others who went through Inverness Copse. Again and again +yesterday I heard them loud in praise of the Tommies.</p> + +<p>"By gosh, they'll do for me! They went ahead in grand +style. They couldn't be stopped anyhow, though they came +up against a durned lot of machine-gun fire. They were just +fine."</p> + +<p>Far north of all this, above the Zonnebeke, were the Londoners +of the 58th Division and the Highlanders of the 51st +Division, and, as I have already written in previous messages, +they had severe fighting and had to bear the brunt of great +counter-attacks. The ground in front of the London Territorials +was bad and difficult—bad because it was intersected with +swamps and cut up by weeks of shell-fire, and horribly difficult +because of a ridge rising up on the left to the German strong +point of Wurst Farm.</p> + +<p>The London boys swung left in order to attack Wurst Farm, +and, avoiding a frontal assault, worked left-handed all the time +till they reached the ridge, and then rushed the blockhouse +from the rear. The garrison was surprised and caught. They +fought desperately, but the Londoners overpowered them. The +surviving Germans complained bitterly, and said it was impossible +to use their machine-guns on every side at once. "It +is not a fair way of fighting," said a German officer, and the +Londoners laughed and said, "Not half!" and "I don't +think!" and other ironical words.</p> + +<p>In a big dressing-station up there they captured two doctors +and sixty men, of whom many were wounded. The German +doctors said, "Have you any wounded we can help? We are +not fighting men." And they made themselves useful, and +were good fellows.</p> + +<p>Down in the valley the Londoners came face to face with a +party of Germans who showed fight, but the Londoners—little +fellows some of them—walked through them and over dead +bodies who had fallen before their rifle-fire. There was a lot of +musketry both then and afterwards when the enemy counter-attacked, +and they fired like sharpshooters. Down below them +and almost behind them the line dropped away to the fort of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[292]</a></span> +Schuler Farm, where the enemy still held out. "There are a +lot of Boches down there," said an officer on the brigade staff +of the London Territorials. "No," said the brigade major, +and then: "Yes, and, by the Lord, there's a German officer +staring at me. The blighter is telling one of his men to take a +pot at me. See!" The brigade major ducked down his head +as a bullet flattened against the blockhouse wall.</p> + +<p>It was an awkward situation for the Londoners, but they +formed a defensive flank and sent some lads to help the troops +who were attacking the position. "Domine dirige nos" is the +London motto, and there were many London boys who had it +in their hearts that day, and said with the dear old Cockney +accent, "Gord 'elp us." That was when the German counter-attacks +developed, but were smashed by gun-fire.</p> + +<p>In all this fighting, as far as I can find, the Highland Territorials +of the 51st Division upon the left had the bloodiest +fighting. They gained their ground with difficulty, because a +battalion of the Royal Scots was badly held up by wire and +bogs and machine-gun fire at a stream called the Lekkerbolerbeek. +They had to fall back, reorganize, and attack again, +which they did with splendid gallantry, and held their ground +only by most grim endurance, because the enemy counter-attacked +them violently all day long after the objectives had +been gained.</p> + +<p>The enemy's losses were certainly appalling to him. Officers +in this fighting, who have been through many of our great +battles, tell me that they have never seen before so many dead +as lie upon this ground. In one section of Pheasant Trench a +hundred yards long there are nearly a hundred dead. Before +the attack our barrage rolled forward slowly, like a devouring +fire. Instantly all along the German line green lights rose as +SOS signals, but as the barrage swept on, followed by the +Scots, the lights went out. They rose again from the farther +lines, and then those ceased as the shells reached them. Only +in the blockhouses and the dug-outs down by the Lekkerbolerbeek +were any Germans left alive.</p> + +<p>The blockhouses were dealt with by small parties of Highlanders, +who had been in training to meet them, and went like +wolves about them, firing their machine-guns and rifles through +the loopholes if the garrisons would not come out. So they +swept on to their final goal, which was at Rose House and the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[293]</a></span> +cemetery beyond Pheasant Farm. These men had some +terrible hours to face. By ill-luck their left flank was utterly +exposed, and hostile aeroplanes, flying very low, saw this and +flew back with the news. The enemy was already developing a +series of counter-attacks by his "Stosstruppen," or storm troops, +of the 234th Division, which from three o'clock in the afternoon +till seven o'clock that evening made repeated thrusts against +the Highlanders' front, and the heaviest weight of two and a +half battalions was sent forward against this flank. It was +preceded by the heaviest German barrage ever seen by these +Scots, who have had many experiences of barrage-fire. Officers +watching from a little distance were horrified by that monstrous +belt of fire, and the garrison of Gordons seemed lost to them for +ever. It was not so bad as that. Eventually this flank fell +back from Rose House to Pheasant Farm Cemetery and other +ground, where they were rallied by a battalion commander, one +of the youngest men of his rank in the British Army, who supplied +them with fresh ammunition and directed them to hold +up the German infantry advancing under cover of their bombardment. +In spite of their losses our men fought their way +back and regained part of the ground by desperate valour. Our +guns wiped out the other counter-attacks one by one, inflicting +frightful losses on the enemy. They were caught most +horribly as they came along the road. Thirty machine-guns +played a barrage-fire on his lines where German soldiers tried +to escape across the shell-craters. The Highlanders used their +rifles effectively, one man firing over 500 rounds. And a gun +was brought into action from a Tank which had come up as +far as an advanced blockhouse, in spite of the boggy ground.</p> + +<p>There was great slaughter among the enemy that day. Since +then the slaughter has gone on, for his counter-attacks have not +ceased. His guns have been very active, bombarding parts +of our line intensely, and in the air his scouts and raiders have +been flying over our lines in the endeavour to observe and +destroy our troops and batteries, flying low with great audacity, +and using machine-guns as well as bombs. But we hold all the +important ground gained last Thursday.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[294]</a></span></p> +<h3>XVI</h3> + +<h3>THE WAY TO PASSCHENDAELE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">September 26</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>During the past forty-eight hours there has been hard and prolonged +fighting north and south of the Menin road, and in spite +of formidable counter-attacks by the enemy which began early +yesterday morning and still continue, our troops have made a +successful advance in the neighbourhood of Zonnebeke and +southward beyond the Polygon Wood racecourse, which now +belongs to the Australians.</p> + +<p>It is south of that, by Cameron House and the rivulet called +the Reutelbeek, that the enemy's pressure has been greatest, +and where the battalions of the 33rd and 39th Divisions on the +right of the Australians, including the Queen's, have had the +hardest time under incessant fire and attack since dawn yesterday, +but on their right Sherwood Foresters and Rifle Brigade +men, also severely tried, have swept across the Tower Hamlets +Ridge in the direction of Gheluvelt.</p> + +<p>It was fully expected that any new endeavour of ours to +advance beyond the ground gained in the battle of September +20 would be met by the fiercest opposition. The capture of +Polygon Wood and Westhoek seriously lessened the value of +Passchendaele Ridge, which strikes northward and forms the +enemy's great defensive barrier, and it was certain that in spite +of the heavy losses he has already suffered in trying to get back +that high ground above Inverness Copse he would bring up all +his available reserves to hinder our further progress at all costs.</p> + +<p>For two days before yesterday he made no sign of movement +in his lines, and was kept quiet by the breakdown of all his +previous counter-attacks, which our men repulsed with most +bloody losses to the enemy, so that their divisions were shattered +and demoralized. The German Command used that time to +drag the broken units out of the line and to replace them or +hurry up to their support the reserves who had been waiting +in the rest areas behind. These men were rushed up by motor-omnibus +and railways to points where it was necessary to take +to the roads and march to the assembly positions ready for +immediate counter-attacks. Those were in the Zandvoorde<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[295]</a></span> +and Kruiseik neighbourhood, south-east of Gheluvelt, ready +to strike up to the Tower Hamlets Ridge while others could be +assembled behind the Passchendaele Ridge.</p> + +<p>No doubt our attack for this morning did not leave out of +account the strength of resistance likely to be offered. The +enemy showed signs of desperate anxiety to check us on the +Polygon Wood line, and the ground going south of it to the +Gheluvelt Spur, and he made a great effort by massed artillery +to smash up the organization behind our lines, and by a series +of thrusts to break our front. On Monday afternoon, increasing +to great intensity yesterday, he flung down his barrage-fire in +Glencorse Wood and Inverness Copse, fired large numbers of +heavy long-range shells over Westhoek Ridge, Observatory +Ridge, Hooge, and other old spots of ill-fame, and concentrated +most fiercely on the ground about Cameron House, Black Watch +Corner, and the Tower Hamlets.</p> + +<p>At six o'clock yesterday morning, supported by this terrific +fire, he launched his first attack on the Surreys, Scottish Rifles, +Middlesex Regiment, and other troops around the Tower +Hamlets, and owing to their losses they were obliged to fall back +some little way in order to reorganize for an assault to recapture +their position. These fought through some awful hours, and +several of their units did heroic things to safeguard their lines, +which for a time were threatened.</p> + +<p>While they were fighting in this way the 4th and 5th Australians, +on the high ground this side of Polygon Wood racecourse +and the mound which is called the Butte, also had to repel +some fierce attacks which opened on them shortly after eight +o'clock in the morning. The enemy was unable to pierce their +line, and fell back from this first attempt with great losses in +dead and wounded. It was followed by a second thrust at +midday and met the same fate. At two o'clock in the afternoon +the Australians sent some of their men to help the Surreys and +the English troops on their right, who were passing through a +greater ordeal owing to the storm of fire over them and the continued +pressure of the enemy's storm troops, who were persistent +through the afternoon in spite of the trails of dead left in their +tracks. It was a serious anxiety on the eve of a new battle, but +it failed to frustrate our attack. All the area through which the +enemy was trying to bring up his troops was made hideous by +artillery-fire and the work of the Royal Flying Corps.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[296]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was a clear moonlight night, with hardly a breath of air +blowing, and all the countryside was made visible by the moon's +rays, which silvered the roofs of all the villages and made every +road like a white tape. Our planes went out over the enemy's +lines laden with bombs, and patrolled up and down the tracks +and made some thirty attacks upon the German transport and +his marching columns. All his lines of approach were kept +under continual fire by our guns of heavy calibre, and for miles +around shells swept the points which marching men would have +to pass, so that their way was hellish. Our aircraft went out +and flew very low, and dropped bombs wherever they saw men +moving through the luminous mists of the night. Behind our +own lines air patrols guarded the countryside. They carried +lights, and as they flew in the starlit sky they themselves looked +like shooting stars until they dropped low, when their planes +were diaphanous as butterfly's wings in sunlight. On the +battlefield then was no unusual gun-fire for several hours +after dark. Guns on both sides kept up the usual night bombardment +in slow sullen strokes, but at least on the Australian +front it was not until about 4.45 in the morning that the enemy +opened a heavy barrage in Glencorse Wood. The Australian +troops were already massed beyond that ground for the attack +which was shortly due. On the north, up by Wurst Farm, on +the lower slopes of the Gravenstafel, our London Territorials +were also waiting to go "over the bags," as they call it. Against +them the German guns put over a heavy barrage, but that line +of explosives failed to stop or check the assault.</p> + +<p>It was almost dark when our London lads went forward +through a thick ground mist, which was wet and clammy about +them. Our artillery had opened before them the same monstrous +line of barrage-fire which they had followed on the 20th. +and they went after it at a slow trudge, which gave them time +to avoid shell-craters and get over difficult ground without +lagging behind that protecting storm. That violence of fire was +as deadly and terrifying this morning as on that other day. +Through the mist our men saw the Germans running and +falling, and many of them did not stay in the blockhouses, +though it was almost certain death to come out into the open +before the barrage passed. There were dead men in many shell-craters +before our men reached them, and others afterwards, +as they passed through clumps of ruin which had once been<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[297]</a></span> +hamlets and farms. There was such a mess of brickwork and +masonry at Aviatik Farm, where Germans hiding in concrete +walls fired machine-guns and rifles for a time until the British +troops closed on them.</p> + +<p>Something like 150 prisoners were taken in this section of the +attack, and one of them was a queer bird who belonged to the +sea. That is to say, he had been a sailor on the <i>Dresden</i> and was +in the battle of Falkland Island and off Coronel, where he was +picked up by a Swedish boat and taken back to Germany. To +his disgust he was put in the 10th Ersatz Division, and now, +after his soldier life, wants to work in a British shipyard. He +was surprised at the food given to him, and thought it was a +bribe to get information from him, believing that England is +agonizing with hunger.</p> + +<p>About a hundred and fifty prisoners were taken also, by the +troops on the right of this section, belonging mostly to the 23rd +Reserve Division, with some of the 3rd Guards. Our men who +attacked in the direction of Zonnebeke village were Leicesters, +Notts and Derbys, East Yorks, Royal Scots, Gordons, and +King's Own, and they had some stiff fighting on the way to the +Windmill Cabaret and Hill Forty, which seems to be the key to +the position. Here they came against some of the blockhouses +at Toronto Farm and Van Isackere Farm, but did not meet great +trouble there. Some of them had been so badly knocked by +shell-fire that the garrisons inside were killed, by concussion, +and from others men came out to surrender as soon as our men +were near them. Near the village of Zonnebeke the fight was +more serious against the Royal Scots and East Yorks, and the +enemy's gun-fire, which had not been very heavy on the other +ground of attack, smashed along the line of the railway embankment.</p> + +<p>The Australian advance across the racecourse of Polygon +Wood and northward across the spur to below Zonnebeke Château +was steady and successful. There was a regular chain of blockhouses +on the way, but there again the old black magic of the +pill-box failed. The men rallied inside them, many of them +being Poles of the 49th Regiment, who hate the Prussians in a +fierce way and ask us to kill as many as possible for their sake. +Most of them were quick and glad to surrender. A platoon of +them were taken in some wooden dug-outs below the high +mound of Polygon Wood, that old Butte which is supposed to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[298]</a></span> +be the burial-place of a prehistoric chief, though by the Australians +it is believed to be the observation-post of Sir Douglas +Haig in 1914.</p> + +<p>The enemy's gun-fire was heavy over part of the ground, and +there was a nest of machine-guns along a road which gave some +trouble, but in the main attack the losses of the Australians +were not heavy up to the time they gained the last objective. +It was our aircraft which brought back the first news of the +Anzacs on the racecourse in Polygon Wood, and later they had +reached the farthest goal, where prisoners were surrendering +freely. On the left of their front the Australians were quite +satisfied with their position. On the right they had great +anxiety because of the check to the troops below them. At one +time it was found advisable for the Australians to swing back +their flank a little in order to avoid its exposure. But the +Australians are full of confidence and are sure that they can +handle any counter-attack which may be launched against +them. It has been a hard day for all our men, especially for +those who bore the brunt of the enemy's fire, and I believe will +be counted as one of the biggest days of fighting in this war. +Its decision is of vital importance to the enemy and to ourselves, +and so far it is in our favour.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XVII</h3> + +<h3>THE BATTLE OF POLYGON WOOD</h3> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">September 27</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The battle which began yesterday morning, after a whole day +of counter-attacking by the enemy, in great numbers and by +great gun-fire, lasted until nightfall, and, as I told yesterday, +did not pass without anxious hours for those in command, and +trying hours for some of our fighting men.</p> + +<p>From the left above Zonnebeke down to the Australian front +on the heights of the Polygon Wood Racecourse the advance +was made with fair ease through the blockhouse system and +without severe losses, as they are reckoned in modern warfare, +in spite of difficult bits of ground and the usual snags, as our +men call them, in the way of unexpected machine-gun fire, odd +bits of trench to which small groups of Germans clung stubbornly,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[299]</a></span> +dirty swamps which some of our men could not cross +quickly enough to keep up with the barrage, and danger zones +upon which the enemy heaped his explosives.</p> + +<p>There were incidents enough for individual men to be remembered +for a lifetime, hairbreadth escapes, tight corners in +which men died after acts of fine heroism, and strong points +like Hill 40, on the left of the ruins of Zonnebeke, around +which some of our troops struggled with fortune.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 571px;"> +<a href="images/i309-hi.jpg"><img src="images/i309.jpg" width="571" height="600" alt="The Ypres salient" title="" /></a> +<span class="caption">The Ypres salient</span> +</div> + +<p>Apart from local vicissitudes here and there during those first +hours of the battle it became clear by midday, or before, that +from the extreme left of the attack down to the vicinity of +Cameron House, on the right of the Australians, the general +success of the day was good. The critical situation was on +the right of the 4th and 5th Australians, and involving their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[300]</a></span> +right because of the enemy's violent pressure on British troops +there during the previous day, and again when our new attack +started, so that their line had been somewhat forced back and +the Australian right flank was exposed.</p> + +<p>Hour after hour reports coming from this part of the field +were read with some anxiety when it was known how heavily +some of our battalions were engaged. This menace to our +right wing was averted by the courage of men of the Middlesex +and Surrey Regiments of the 33rd Division, with Argylls and +Sutherlands and Scottish Rifles, and by the quick, skillful, and +generous help of the Australian troops on their left. It is an +episode of the battle which will one day be an historic memory +when all the details are told. I can only tell them briefly and +in outline.</p> + +<p>After terrific shelling, on Tuesday last, the enemy launched +an attack at six o'clock against our line by Carlisle Farm and +Black Watch Corner, south of Polygon Wood, and forced some +of our English troops to fall back towards Lone House and +the dirty little swamp of the Reutelbeek. These boys of +Middlesex and Surrey suffered severely. For some time it +was all they could do to hold out, and the enemy was still +pressing. A body of Scottish Rifles was sent up to support +them, and by a most brave counter-thrust under great gun-fire +restored part of the line, so that it was strong enough +to keep back any advancing wave of Germans by rifle and +machine-gun fire.</p> + +<p>Another body of men, the Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders, +held out on exposed ground, isolated from the main line, and +threatened with being cut off by the enemy's assault troops. +Sir Douglas Haig has mentioned them specially in his message +yesterday, and they deserve great honour for the heroic way +in which they held on to this ground for many hours that day +and night under harassing fire from coal-boxes, or 5·9's, which +threatened to wipe out their whole strength. Yesterday they +had strength and spirit left to renew the attack, and to make +another attempt to get back the lost ground into which the +enemy had driven a wedge.</p> + +<p>At the same time the Australians had realized the dangerous +situation which exposed their right flank, and they directed a +body of their own troops to strike southward in order to thrust +back the German outposts. Those Australian troops shared<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[301]</a></span> +the peril of their comrades on the right, and withstood the +same tornado of shelling which was flung over all the ground +here; but in spite of heroic sacrifice did not at first wholly +relieve the position of the Australian right, which remained +exposed. After the great attack by the Anzacs in the morning +their line was thrust right out beyond Cameron House, but +the English and Scottish troops of the 33rd Division, who had +also gone forward in the new attack south of them, were +again met by a most deadly barrage-fire and checked at a +critical time. I was with some of the Australians yesterday +when all this was happening, and when there was cause for +worry. They were unruffled, and did not lose confidence for a +moment.</p> + +<p>"Give us two hours," said one of them who had a right to +speak, "and we will make everything as sound as a bell." In +those two hours they drew back their flank to get into line on +a curve going back towards Lone House, and established +defensive posts which would hold off any attack likely to be +launched against them.</p> + +<p>"It is hard luck on the English boys down there," said the +Australians, "but they have had a bad gruelling, and they will +come along in spite of it. There is not an Australian in France +who doesn't know how the Tommy-Boys fought on the 20th, +and that will do for us."</p> + +<p>The "Tommy-Boys," as the Australians call them, fought as +they have fought in three years of great battles, and in spite +of the ordeal through which they had passed—and it was not +a light one—they saved the situation on that ground below +Polygon Wood, and made it too dangerous and too costly +for the enemy to stay. Early this morning the survivors of +the Germans who had thrust a wedge between our lines +past Cameron House crawled out again and our line was +straightened.</p> + +<p>How the Australians established themselves on Polygon +Wood Racecourse and beyond the big mound called the Butte +I told in my message yesterday. Farther north the Leicesters, +Notts and Derbys, Royal Scots, Gordons, and King's Own of +the 59th and 3rd Divisions had attacked north of the Ypres-Roulers +railway, running at right angles to the Langemarck-Zonnebeke +road. On that road, barring the way, was the +station of Zonnebeke, now a mass of wreckage, fortified with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[302]</a></span> +machine-gun redoubts, and farther south the ruins of Zonnebeke +church and village. Across the road was the Windmill Cabaret, +an old inn which has been blown off the map on the high +ground of Hill 40, which rises gradually to a hump a hundred +yards or so north of the station. It was bad ground to attack, +and strewn with little blockhouses of the new type, though they +are still called pill-boxes after an older and smaller type. The +blockhouses did not give much trouble. Our new form of +barrage, the most frightful combination of high explosives and +shrapnel that has yet appeared in war, rolled backwards and +forwards about them, so that the garrisons huddled inside until +our men nipped behind them and thrust rifles or bombs through +the machine-gun loopholes, if they had not previously escaped +to shell-craters around where they might have more chance of +escape.</p> + +<p>And here I might say in passing that the enemy has already +modified his methods of holding the blockhouses, and while +only a few men remain inside, distributes the rest of the garrison +in shell-holes on either side, with their machine-guns in +the organized craters. Some of them were found by our +men, and though many of them had been killed by our gun-fire, +others remained shooting and sniping until they were +routed out.</p> + +<p>The worst part of the ground on this line of attack was +around a blockhouse called Bostin Farm, where there was a +dismal, stinking swamp so impassable that the Royal Scots, +Scottish Fusiliers, and East Yorks of the 3rd Division who +tried to make their way through it lost touch with the barrage, +which rolled ahead of them, and had to work round and up +towards Hill 40. Here they came under machine-gun fire, and +although some men forced their way up the slope of the knoll +on which the Windmill Cabaret stood, they did not quite reach +the crest.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile men of the Gordons, Suffolks, and Welsh Fusiliers +were attacking round about Zonnebeke, where the ground was +swept by machine-gun bullets, and seized the ruin of the church +and the outskirts of the station yard. There was heavy +shelling from the enemy all day, which caused the line to fall +back a little, and at six o'clock yesterday evening the enemy +launched two counter-attacks from Zonnebeke and another +around Hill 40. Half an hour later the Royal Scots and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[303]</a></span> +Royal Scottish Fusiliers moved forward to thrust the enemy +back, and at exactly the same time another counter-attack +of his advanced in their direction. Each body of men were +protected by barrage-lines of heavy shell-fire, and our +shells and the German shells mingled and burst together +in a wide belt of fury, and sometimes neither side could +cross it.</p> + +<p>Farther north South Midland men did well. They advanced +from Zevenkote on the right and Schuler Farm on the left to +Van Isackere Farm and Dochy Farm and other blockhouses +on each side of the high road between Langemarck and Zonnebeke +with hardly a check. They found many of the blockhouses +badly damaged after the heavy fire that had been poured +on each one of them, and if they were not damaged the men +inside were so nerve-shaken that they were eager to surrender. +Apparently they had not expected the attack to follow the +hurricane bombardment, because there had been other shoots +of this kind before, and they made no real attempt to get +their machine-guns into action. It was from the slopes of +the Gravenstafel and the Abraham Heights beyond that +machine-gun fire fell upon the Midland men, and the enemy's +guns were shooting down the gullies between these ridges. +But the ground in this part of our attack yesterday was taken +without grave trouble and without great losses.</p> + +<p>Most of the prisoners taken on this ground were Saxons, and +those I have seen marching down to a captivity which they +prefer to the field of battle are men of a good physique, and +smart, soldierly look. It is astonishing how quickly they +recover from the effect of bombardment and the great horror +of battle as soon as they get beyond the range of shell-fire. But +they are gloomy and disheartened. The officers especially +acknowledge that things are going badly for Germany, and say +that there is, for the time at least until the new class is ready, a +dearth of men of fighting age, so that the drafts they get are +miserable and unfit. They are overwhelmed with the thought +of the monstrous gun-power which we have brought against +them to counteract their own artillery, which once had the +mastery, and they are struck by the audacity of our air +service.</p> + +<p>Certainly our flying men have been doing all in their power +to make life intolerable on the German side of the lines. I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[304]</a></span> +already described how they went out on Tuesday night and +broke up the columns of men marching to attack us. One of +these birds found a different kind of prey. It was opposite the +Australian front where a team of German gunners were getting +a gun away. Our airman flew low over the heads of the +gunners and played his machine-gun on to them and dropped +bombs. He smashed up the gun-limber and laid out the +gunners, and the gun remains there still, with the bodies of +men and horses around it. To-day out beyond Ypres I saw +flights of our men going out again beyond the German lines for +that battle in the air which has never ceased since the battle +of Flanders two months ago.</p> + +<p>The weather is still in our favour, and there is a blue sky +to-day and a soft, golden light over all this Flemish countryside +where our troops go marching up to the lines with their bands +playing, or lie resting in the hop-fields on the way. That old +place of horror, the Yser Canal, reflected the blue above, and +in the air there was that sense of peace which belongs to +the golden days of autumn. But the guns were loud, and +the flight of their shells went crying through the sky.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 2</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Through the haze which lies low over Flanders, though +above there is still a blue sky, the noise of great gun-fire goes on, +rising and falling in gusts, and, like the beat of surf to people +who live by the sea, it is the constant sound in men's ears, not +disturbing their work unless they are close enough to suffer +from the power behind the thunder-strokes. The trees are +yellowing into crinkled gold, and there is the touch and smell +of autumn in the night air, and the orchards of France are +heavy with fruit. Wonderful weather, the soldiers say. The +artillery battle is endless, and on both sides is intense and +widespread. It was followed yesterday by five German +counter-attacks, which did not reach our lines. In a very +desperate way the enemy is trying to push us back from +positions which are essential to the strength of his defence. All +his guns are at work. Is it the last phase of the war? Does +the enemy know that he must win or lose all? Our men have +that hope in their hearts, and fight more grimly and with +higher spirit because of it. The success of the last two battles +has deepened the hope, and men come back from the line, back<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[305]</a></span> +to the rest-billets, with the old conviction newly revived that at +last they have the enemy down and under and very near hopelessness. +In the rest-billets are the men who come back. They come +marching back along the dusty roads from the fire-swept zone, +first across ground pitted with new-made shell-holes, with the +howl of shells overhead, and then through broken villages on +the edge of the battlefields, and then through standing villages +where only a gap or two shows where a haphazard shell has +gone, and then at last to the clean, sweet country which no +high explosives reach, unless a hostile airman comes over with +his bombs.</p> + +<p>In any old billet in Flanders one hears the tale of battle told +by men who were there, and it is worth while, as yesterday, +when I sat down at table with the officers of a battalion of +Suffolks in a Flemish farmhouse. The men were camped +outside, and as I passed I liked the look of these lads, who had +just come out of one of the stiffest fights of the war. They +looked amazingly fresh after one night's rest, and they stood +in groups telling their yarns in the good old dialect of their +county, laughing as though it had all been a joke, though it +was more than a joke with death on the prowl.</p> + +<p>"Your men look fit," I said to the colonel of the Suffolks, +and he smiled as though he liked my words, and said, "You +couldn't get their tails down with a crowbar. It was a good +show, and that makes all the difference. They have been +telling the Australian boys that you have only got to make a +face at the Hun and he puts his hands up. They knocked the +stuffing out of the enemy."</p> + +<p>Inside the farmhouse there was the battalion mess, at one +long table and one short, because it was felt better for all the +officers to be together instead of splitting up into company +messes. I looked down the rows of faces, these clean-cut +English faces, and was glad of the luck which had brought so +many of these young officers back again. They told the tale +of the battle, and each of them had some detail to add, because +that was his part of the show, and it was his platoon, and they +had left the fighting-line the night before. They spoke as +though all the things had happened long ago, and they laughed +loudly at episodes of gruesome interest and belonging to those +humours of war which are not to be written.</p> + +<p>There was a thick mist when they went away at dawn, so<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[306]</a></span> +dense that they could not see the line of our barrage ahead, +though it was a deep belt of bursting shells. They had been +told to follow close, and they were eager to get on. They went +too fast, some of them almost incredibly fast, over the shell-craters, +and round them, and into them, and out of them again, +stumbling, running, scrambling, not turning to look when any +comrade fell.</p> + +<p>"I was on the last position three-quarters of an hour before +the barrage passed," said a young officer of the Suffolks. He +spoke the words as if telling something rather commonplace, +but he knew that I knew the meaning of what he said, a frightful +and extraordinary thing, for with his platoon he had gone +ahead of our storm of fire and had to wait until it reached and +then passed them. Some of their losses were because of that, +and yet they might have been greater if they had been slower +because the enemy was caught before they could guess that +our men were near. They put up no fight in the pill-boxes, +those little houses of concrete which stank horribly because of +the filth in them, and from the shell-craters where snipers and +machine-gunners lay men rose in terror at the sight of the +brown men about them, and ran this way and that like poor +frightened beasts, or stood shaking in an ague of fear. Some +ran towards their own lines with their hands up, shouting +"Kamerad," believing they were running our way. They were +so unready for attack that the snipers had the safety-clip on +their rifle-barrels, and others were without ammunition.</p> + +<p>In one shell-hole was an English-speaking German. "I +saved him," said one of the young Suffolk officers. "He was +a downhearted fellow, and said he was fed up with the war and +wanted nothing but peace."</p> + +<p>Near another shell-hole was a German who looked dead. He +looked as if he had been dead for a long time, but an English +corporal who passed close to this body saw a hand stretch out +for a bayonet within reach, and the man raised himself to +strike. Like a man who sees a snake with his fangs out, the +corporal whipped round, grabbed the German's bayonet and +ran him through. The way to the last objective was easy on +the whole, and the enemy was on the run with our men after +them until they were ordered to stop and dig in. The hardest +time came afterwards, as it nearly always comes when the +ground gained had to be held for three more days and nights<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[307]</a></span> +without the excitement of attack and under heavy fire. That is +when the courage of men is most tried, as this battalion found. +The enemy had time to pull themselves together. The German +gunners adapted their range to the new positions and shelled +fiercely across the ways of approach, and scattered 5·9's everywhere. +It was rifle-fire for the Suffolk men all the time. They +had not troubled to bring up a great many bombs, for the rifle +has come into its own again, now that the old trench warfare is +gone for a time, or all time, and with rifle-fire and machine-gun +fire they broke down the German counter-attacks and caught +parties of Germans who showed themselves on the slopes of the +Passchendaele Ridge, and sniped incessantly. They used a +prodigious quantity of small-arms ammunition, and the carriers +risked their lives every step of the way to get it up to them. +They fired 30,000 rounds and then 16,000 more. There was +one officer who spent all his time sniping from a little patch of +ground that had once been a garden. He lay behind a heaped +ruin and used his field-glasses to watch the slopes of rising +ground on his left, where human ants were crawling. Every +now and then he fired and picked off an ant until his score +reached fifty. German planes came flying over our troops to +get their line, flying very low, so that their wings were not a +tree's height above the shell-craters, and our boys lay doggo not +to give themselves away. Some of the hostile planes were red-bellied, +and others which came searching the ground were big, +porpoise-like planes. They dropped signal-lights and directed +the fire of the 5·9's. A private of the Suffolks, lying low but +watchful, saw a light rise from the ground as one of these +machines came over, and it was answered from the aeroplane. +"That's queer," he thought; "dirty work in that shell-hole." +He crept out to the shell-hole from which the signal had come, +and found three German soldiers there with rockets. They +tried to kill him, but it was they who died, and our man brought +back their rifles and kit as souvenirs.</p> + +<p>More rifle ammunition was wanted as the time passed, and +the carriers took frightful risks to bring it. The drums of the +Suffolks did well that day as carriers and stretcher-bearers, +passing up and down through the barrage-fire, and there was a +private who guided a party with small-arms ammunition—ten +thousand rounds of it—to the forward troops, with big shells +bursting over the ground. Twice he was buried by shell-bursts,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[308]</a></span> +which flung the earth over him, but on the way back he helped +to carry a wounded man 800 yards to the regimental aid post +under hot fire. He was a cool-headed and gallant-hearted +fellow, and went up again as a volunteer to the forward positions, +and on the same night crawled out on a patrol with a young +lieutenant to reconnoitre a position on the left which was still +in German hands. From farther left, on rising ground, the +Germans sprinkled machine-gun fire over the battalion support +lines, and the earth was spitting with those bullets. But in +their own lines the German soldiers were moving about with +Red Cross flags picking up their wounded, and they did not +fire at our stretcher-bearers, apart from the barrage-fire of +5·9's through which they had to make their way. Only once +did they play a bad trick. Under the Red Cross flag some +stretcher-bearers went into a pill-box which had been abandoned, +and shortly after machine-gun fire came from it. That +is the kind of thing which makes men see red.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XVIII</h3> + +<h3>ABRAHAM HEIGHTS AND BEYOND</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 4</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Another great battle has opened to-day, and in a wide attack +from the ground we captured on September 26, north and south +of the Polygon Wood crest, our troops have advanced upon the +Passchendaele Ridge, and have reached the Gravenstafel and +Abraham Heights, which crown a western spur of the ridge, +and Broodseinde, which is the high point and keystone of the +enemy's defence lines beyond Zonnebeke. South of that they +are fighting between Cameron House and Becelaere, across the +Reutelbeek and its swampy ground, and down beyond Polderhoek +to the south end of the Menin road. The divisions +engaged, from north to south, were the 29th, 4th, 11th, 48th, +New Zealand, 3rd, 2nd, and 1st Australians.</p> + +<p>This morning I saw hundreds of prisoners trailing back across +the battlefield, and crowds of them within the barbed-wire +enclosures set apart for them behind our lines. Our lightly +wounded men coming down the tracks for walking wounded +speak, in spite of their blood and bandages, of a smashing blow +dealt against the enemy and of complete victory. "We have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[309]</a></span> +him beat," say the men, and they are sure of this, sure of his +enormous losses and of his broken spirit, although the fighting +has been bloody because of the great gun-fire through which our +men have had to pass. It has been a strange and terrible +battle—terrible, I mean, in its great conflict of guns and men—and +the enemy, if all goes well with us, may have to remember +it as a turning-point in the history of this war, the point that +has turned against him with a sharp and deadly edge. For, +realizing his great peril if we strengthened our hold on the +Passchendaele Ridge, and knowing that we intended that—all +signs showed him that, and all our pressure on these positions—he +prepared an attack against us in great strength in order to +regain the ground he lost on September 26, or, if not that, then +so to damage us that our advance would be checked until the +weather choked us in the mud again. His small counter-attacks, +or rather his local counter-attacks, for they were +not weak, had failed. Even his persistent hammering at +the right wing by Cameron House, below Polygon Wood, +had failed to bite deeply into our line, though for a time +on September 25 it had been a cause of grave anxiety to us +and made the battle next day more difficult and critical. +But these attacks had failed in their purpose, and now the +German High Command decided for a big blow, and it was +to be delivered at seven o'clock this morning. It was a +day and an hour too late. Our battle was fixed for an hour +before his.</p> + +<p>And so it happened that our men had to pass through a +German barrage to follow their own, a barrage which fell upon +them before they leapt up to the assault, and it happened +also most terribly for the enemy that our men were not stopped, +but went through that zone of shells, and on the other side +behind our barrage swept over the German assault troops and +annihilated their plan of attack.... They did not attack. +Their defence even was broken. As our lines of fire crept +forward they reached and broke the second and third waves +of the men who had been meant to attack, caught them in +their support and reserve positions, and we can only guess +what the slaughter has been. It is a slaughter in which five +German divisions are involved.</p> + +<p>This battle of ours, which looks like one of the greatest +victories we have had in the war, was being prepared on a big<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[310]</a></span> +scale as soon as the last was fought and won. No words of +mine can give more than a hint of what those preparations +meant in the scene of war. For several days past the roads +to the Front have been choked with columns of men marching +forward, column after column of glorious men, hard and fit, +and hammering a rhythm on the roads with the beat of their +feet, and whistling and singing, in tune and out of tune, with +the fifes and drums far ahead of them. Always, night and +day, there was the sound of this music, always in the stillness +of these moonlight nights the thud, thud of those tramping +feet, always, along any track that led towards the salient, the +vision of these battalions led forward by young officers with +their trench sticks swinging and a look of pride in their eyes +because of the fellows behind them. Their steel helmets +flashed blue in the sun so that a column of them seen from a +distance was like a blue stream winding between the hop-fields, +or the broken ruins of old villages, or the litter of captured +ground. With them and alongside of them went the tide of +transport—lorries, wagons, London buses, pack-mules, guns +and limbers, and the black old cookers with their trailing +smoke. Everywhere there has been a fever of work, Tommies, +"Chinkies," coloured men piling up mountains of ammunition +to feed the guns. Under shell-fire, bracketing the roads +on which they worked, pioneers carried on the tracks, put +down new lengths of duck-board, laid new rails. The enemy's +artillery came howling over to search out all this work, which +had been seen by aeroplanes, and at night flocks of planes +came out in the light of the moon to drop bombs on the +men and the work. Now and again they made lucky hits—got +a dump and sent it flaming up in a great torch, killed +horses in the wagon-lines or labouring up with the transport, +laid out groups of men, smashed a train or a truck; but the +work went on, never checked, never stopping in its steady +flow of energy up to the lines, and the valour of all these +labourers was great and steady in preparing for to-day. Knowing +the purpose of it all, the deadly purpose, the scene of +activity by any siding filled one with a kind of fear. It was +so prodigious, so vastly schemed. I passed a dump yesterday, +and again to-day, in the waste ground on the old battlefield +near Ypres and saw the shells for our field-batteries being +unloaded. There were thousands of shells, brand-new from the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[311]</a></span> +factories at home, all bright and glistening and laid out in +piles. The guns were greedy. Here was food for a monstrous +appetite. We watched all this—the faces of the men going up +so bright-eyed, so splendid in their youth, so gay, and all these +shells and guns and materials of war, and all this movement +which surged about us and caught us up like straws in its tide, +and then we looked at the sky and smelt the wind, and studied +a milky ring which formed about the moon. Rain was coming. +If only it would come lightly or hold another day or two—one +night at least.</p> + +<p>Rain fell a little yesterday. The ground was sticky when I +went up beyond Wieltje to look at the Passchendaele Ridge to +see some boys getting ready for the "show" to-day, and to +watch the beginning of the great bombardment.... Curse the +rain! It would make all the difference to our fighting men, +the difference perhaps between great success and half a failure, +and the difference between life and death to many of those +boys who looked steadily towards the German lines which they +were asked to take. What damnable luck it would be if the +rain fell heavily! Last night the moon was hidden and rain +fell, but not very hard, though the wind went howling across +the flats of Flanders. And this morning, when our men rose +from shell-holes and battered trenches and fields of upheaved +earth to make this great attack, the rain fell still but softly, so +that the ground was only sticky and sludgy, but not a bog. +The rain was glistening on their steel helmets, and the faces of +our fighting men were wet when they went forward. They +had passed already through a fiery ordeal, and some of them +could not rise to go with their comrades, and lay dead on the +ground. Along the lines of men, these thousands of men, the +stretcher-bearers were already busy in the dark, because the +enemy had put over a heavy barrage at 5.30, and elsewhere +later, the prelude to the attack he had planned. His old +methods of defence and counter-attack had broken down in +two battles. The spell of the pill-box, which had worked well +for a time, was broken, so that those concrete blockhouses were +feared as death-traps by the men who had to hold them. The +German High Command hurried to prepare a new plan, guessing +ours, and moved the guns to be ready for our next attack, +registered on their own trenches, which they knew they might +lose, and assembled the best divisions, or the next best, ready<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[312]</a></span> +for a heavy blow to wind us before we started and to smash +our lines, so that the advance would be a thousand times +harder. The barrage which the Germans sent over was the +beginning of the new plan. It failed because of the fine +courage of our troops first of all, and because the German +infantry attack was timed an hour too late. If it had come +two hours earlier it might have led to our undoing—might at +least have prevented anything like real victory to-day. But +the fortune of war was on our side, and the wheel turned round +to crush the enemy.</p> + +<p>The main force of his attack, which was to be made by the +Fourth Guards Division, with two others, I am told, in support, +was ready to assault the centre of our battle-front in the direction +of Polygon Wood and down from the Broodseinde cross-roads. +It was our men who fought the German assault divisions +at the Broodseinde cross-roads, and took many prisoners +from them before they had time to advance very far. The +enemy's shelling had been heavy about the ground of Inverness +Copse and Glencorse Wood, where a week or so ago I saw the +frightful heaps of German dead, and spread over a wide area of +our line of battle along the Polygon Wood heights and the low +ground in front of Zonnebeke. The men tell me that it did not +do them as much harm as they expected. The shells plunged +deep into the soft ground, bursting upwards in tall columns, +as I saw them this morning on the field, and their killing effect +was not widespread. Many of them also missed our waves +altogether. So, half an hour later, our men went away behind +our own barrage, which was enormous and annihilating. The +wet mist lay heavily over the fields, and it was almost dark +except for a pale glamour behind the rain-clouds, which +brightened as each quarter of an hour passed, with our men +tramping forward slowly to their first objective.</p> + +<p>The shell-craters on the German side were linked together +here and there to form a kind of trench system, but many of +these had been blown out by other shell-bursts, and German +soldiers lay dead in them. From others, men and boys, many +boys of eighteen, rose with their arms upstretched, as white in +the face as dead men, but living, and afraid. Across these +frightful fields men came running towards our soldiers. They +did not come to fight, but to escape from the shell-fire, which +tossed up the earth about them, and to surrender. Many of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[313]</a></span> +them were streaming with blood, wounded about the head and +face, or with broken and bleeding arms. So I saw them early +this morning when they came down the tracks which led away +from that long line of flaming gun-fire.</p> + +<p>The scene of the battle in those early hours was a great and +terrible picture. It will be etched as long as life lasts in the +minds of men who saw it. The ruins of Ypres were vague and +blurred in the mist as I passed them on the way up, but as +moment passed moment the jagged stump of the Cloth Hall, +and the wild wreckage of the asylum, and the fretted outline +of all this chaos of masonry which was so fair a city once, leapt +out in light which flashed redly and passed. So it was all +along the way to the old German lines. Bits of villages still +stand, enough to show that buildings were there, and where +isolated ruins of barns and farmhouses lie in heaps of timber and +brickwork about great piles of greenish sand-bags and battered +earthworks. Through shell-holes in fragments of walls red +light stabbed like a flame, and out of the darkness of the mist +they shone for a second with an unearthly brightness. It was +the light of our gun-fire. Our guns were everywhere in the low +concealing mist, so that one could not walk anywhere to avoid +the blast of their fire. They made a fury of fire. Flashes +leapt from them with only the pause of a second or two while +they were reloaded. There was never a moment within my own +range of vision when hundreds of great guns were not firing +together. They were eating up shells which I had seen going +up to them, and the roads and fields across which I walked were +littered with shells. The wet mist was like one great damp fire, +with ten miles or more of smoke rising in a white vapour, +through which the tongues of flames leapt up, stirred by some +fierce wind. The noise was terrifying in its violence. Passing +one of those big-bellied howitzers was to me an agony. It rose +like a beast stretching out its neck, and there came from it a roar +which clouted one's ear-drums and shook one's body with a +long tremor of concussion. These things were all firing at the +hardest pace, and the earth was shaken with their blasts of fire. +The enemy was answering back. His shells came whining and +howling through all this greater noise, and burst with a crash +on either side of mule tracks and over bits of ruin near by, and +in the fields on each side of the paths down which German +prisoners came staggering with their wounded. Fresh shell-holes,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[314]</a></span> +enormously deep and thickly grouped, showed that he +had plastered this ground fiercely, but now, later in the morning, +his shelling eased off, and his guns had other work to do +over there where our infantry was advancing. Other work, +unless the guns lay smashed, with their teams lying dead +around them, killed by our counter-battery work with high +explosives and gas; for in the night we smothered them with +gas and tried to keep them quiet for this battle and all others.</p> + +<p>I went eastward and mounted a pile of rubbish and timber, +all blown into shapelessness and reeking with foul odours, and +from that shelter looked across to the Passchendaele Ridge and +Hill 40 on the west of Zonnebeke and the line of the ridge that +goes round to Polygon Wood. It was all blurred, so that I +could not see the white ruins of Zonnebeke as I saw them the +other day in the sunlight, nor the broken church tower of +Passchendaele. It was all veiled in smoke and mist, through +which the ridge loomed darkly with a black hump where Broodseinde +stands. But clearly through the gloom were the white +and yellow cloud-bursts of our shell-fire and the flame of their +shell-bursts. It was the most terrible bombardment I have +seen, and I saw the fire of the Somme, and of Vimy, and Arras, +and Messines. Those were not like this, great as they were in +frightfulness. The whole of the Passchendaele Crest was like a +series of volcanoes belching up pillars of earth and fire. "It +seemed to us," said soldier after soldier who came down from +those slopes, "as if no mortal man could live in it, yet there were +many who lived despite all the dead."</p> + +<p>I saw the living men. Below the big pile of timber and muck +on which I stood was a winding path, and other tracks on each +side of it between the deep shell-craters, and down these ways +came batches of prisoners and the trail of our walking wounded. +It was a tragic sight in spite of its proof of victory, and the +valour of our men and the spirit of these wounded of ours, who +bore their pain with stoic patience and said, when I spoke to +them, "It's been a good day; we're doing fine, I think." The +Germans were haggard and white-faced men, thin and worn and +weary and frightened. Many of them, a large number of them, +were wounded. Some of them had masks of dry blood on +their faces, and some of them wet blood all down their tunics. +They held broken arms from which the sleeves had been cut +away, and hobbled painfully on wounded legs. The worst<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[315]</a></span> +were no worse than some of our own men who came down with +them and among them.</p> + +<p>It has been a bad defeat for them, and they do not hide +their despair. They did not fight stubbornly for the most part, +but ran one way or the other as soon as our barrage passed and +revealed our men. Our gun-fire had overwhelmed them. In +the blockhouses were groups of men who gasped out words of +surrender. Here and there they refused to come out till bombs +burst outside their steel doors. And here and there they got +their machine-guns to work and checked our advance for a +time, as at Joist Farm, on the right of our attack, and at a +château near Polderhoek, where there has been severe fighting. +There was heavy machine-gun fire from a fortified farm ruin to +the north of Broodseinde, and again from Kronprinz Farm on the +extreme left. The enemy also put down a heavy machine-gun +barrage from positions around Passchendaele, but nothing has +stopped our men seriously so far.</p> + +<p>The New-Zealanders and Australians swept up and beyond +the Gravenstafel and Abraham Heights, went through and past +the ruins of Zonnebeke village, and with great heroism gained +the high ground about Broodseinde, a dominating position +giving observation of all the enemy's side of the country. It +has been a wonderful battle in the success that surmounted all +difficulty, and if we can keep what we have gained it will be +a victorious achievement. The weather is bad now and the +rain is heavier, with a savage wind blowing. But that is +not good for the enemy's plans, and may be in our favour now +that the day has gone well. Our English troops share the +honour of the day with the Anzacs, and all were splendid.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 5</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The men who were fighting in the great battle yesterday, +and after the capture of many strong positions held their +ground last night in spite of many German counter-attacks and +heavy fire, tell grim tales, which all go to build up the general +picture of the most smashing defeat we have inflicted on the +enemy.</p> + +<p>On one section of the Front, where the Warwicks, Sherwoods, +Lancashire Fusiliers and other county troops of the 48th and +11th Divisions fought up to Poelcappelle and its surrounding +blockhouses, six enemy battalions in the front line were either<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[316]</a></span> +taken or killed. The men themselves do not know those +figures. They only know that they passed over large numbers +of dead and that they took many prisoners.</p> + +<p>The New-Zealanders and the Australians on their right, +fighting up the Abraham Heights, took over 2000 prisoners, +and say that they have never seen so many dead as those who +lay shapeless in their tracks. Other Australians fighting for +the Broodseinde cross-roads have counted 960 dead Germans +on their way. The full figure of the German dead will never be +counted by us. They lie on this battle-ground buried and half-buried +in the water of shell-holes, in blockhouses blown on top +of them, and in dug-outs that have become their tombs. They +fought bravely in some places with despairing courage in or +about some of the blockhouses which still gave them a chance +of resistance, and sometimes worked their machine-guns to the +last. Men lying in shell-craters still alive among all their dead +used their rifles and sniped our men, knowing that they would +have to pay for their shots with their lives. That is courage, +and New-Zealanders I met to-day, and English lads, were fair to +their enemy, and said Fritz showed great pluck when he had a +dog's chance, though many of them ran when we got close to +them behind the barrage. It was the barrage that made them +break. The Fourth Guards Division seems to have fought well +on the line of our first objective, though after that they would not +stand firm, and ran or surrendered like the others.</p> + +<p>Owing to the coincidence of the simultaneous attack from +both sides yesterday morning, and the complete overthrow of +the German assault divisions who were about to advance on us, +there seems no doubt that some confusion prevailed behind +the German lines and on the left and centre of our attack. All +their attempts at counter-thrusts were badly planned, and led +to further disaster. They did not advance in orderly formation, +but straggled up from local reserves and supports, and were +smashed in detail by our artillery. So it happened with two +battalions who came down the road to Poelcappelle, but withered +away. The Lancashire Fusiliers of the 11th Division in that +region say the thing was laughable, though it is the comedy of +war, and not mirthful in the usual sense. Small groups of +Germans wandered up in an aimless way, and were shot down +by machine-gun and rifle fire. On the right of the battle-front +the enemy's attacks have been more serious and thrust home<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[317]</a></span> +with grim persistence against the "Koylies," Lincolns, West +Kents, and Scottish Borderers of the 5th Division.</p> + +<p>It was after the advance of our men on Polderhoek and its +château by the Gheluvelt spur of the Passchendaele Ridge. +Some of the Surreys, Devons, and Duke of Cornwall's Light +Infantry swung round the stream and marshlands of the Reutel +and accounted for many of the enemy in close and fierce fighting. +The Devons were astride the stream and, working north of it, +attacked a slope called Juniper Spur.</p> + +<p>In Polderhoek was a nest of machine-guns, which fired out +of the ruins of the château, and for some time our men had difficult +and deadly work. This was worst against the Scottish +Borderers, who were facing the château grounds, but they dug +in and made some cover, while behind the prisoners, about 500 +of them, were getting back to the safety of our lines.</p> + +<p>It was at three o'clock in the afternoon that the enemy sent a +very strong counter-attack down the slopes of the Gheluvelt +Spur against the 5th and 7th Divisions. Six times through the +afternoon masses of men appeared and tried to force their way +forward, but each time they were caught under rifle-fire and +machine-guns and artillery.</p> + +<p>It was at seven o'clock that the heaviest attack came, under +cover of savage shelling, and our men had to fall back on the +ground beyond Cameron House, which is the scene of the enemy's +fierce attacks on September 25, when they were for some little +time a serious menace to us. This morning the enemy had +driven a wedge into our line in this neighbourhood, and it is +quite possible that he will deliver other blows in the same direction. +Last night he made no great endeavour to get back ground. +It was a dirty night for our men, who had been fighting all day. +The rain fell heavily, filling the shell-holes and turning all the +broken ground of battle to the same old bog which made so +much misery in Inverness Copse and Glencorse Wood and other +positions attacked on July 31 and afterwards.</p> + +<p>"I lay up to my waist in water," said one of the Devons who +came down wounded this morning; "it was bitter cold, and +Fritz was putting over his 5·9's; he was also putting over a lot +of machine-gun fire, and the bullets came over the heads of our +men like the cracking of whips." It was bad for the wounded and +the stretcher-bearers—the splendid stretcher-bearers, who worked +all through the night up and down through fierce barrage-fire.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[318]</a></span> +Most of them got through with their burdens by that queer +miracle of luck which is often theirs. But one little party +came down when the fire was fiercest, and took cover in a shell-hole +close beside some Warwickshire boys who were crouching +in another hole until the storm of shells had passed. Suddenly +they heard the howl of a monstrous shell—an eight-inch or even +a twelve-inch by the noise if it. It fell and burst right inside +the shell-crater where the stretcher-bearers were huddled with +their wounded men, and they were blown out of it yards high, +so that their bodies were tossed like straws in a fierce wind.... +I met many men who worked their way down under fire like +that, and some who had been wounded already were wounded +again, and some of the comrades who trudged with them were +killed.</p> + +<p>The Warwickshire battalions of the 48th Division on the left +of the New-Zealanders had some very hard fighting, lasting all +through the day, which concluded with an attack on a position +called Terrier Farm, above the pill-boxes of Wellington House +and Winchester House, which they had captured after some bad +quarters of an hour.</p> + +<p>The Warwicks had started with great luck. In spite of the +German shelling they had got away to their first objective with +only three casualties. They went through the first line of +blockhouses without much trouble, picking up prisoners on the +way in most of them. Their first trouble came from one of +these concrete places called Wellington House. Machine-gun +fire came crackling from it, and bullets were also sweeping the +ground from hidden emplacements. After twenty minutes' +struggle Wellington House fell, and the flanks on either side +closed up and went forward, the Warwicks helped on the right +by a body of New Zealand men. In the centre the machine-gun +fire from those concrete walls ahead caused a check and a +gap, and although they tried many times with great gallantry +under brave officers, to silence that fire and work round the +blockhouses, they could not do this without greater loss, and +decided to link up with their flanks by digging a loop-line in +front of those positions, which make a small wedge, or pocket, +in our line there.</p> + +<p>The attack against Terrier Farm was done by other Warwickshire +lads, who were very game after a long day under fire, but +for all their spirit tired and cold. They stood almost knee-deep<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[319]</a></span> +in mud, and they were wet to the skin, as it was now raining +steadily, so a Tank came up to help them, and drew close enough +to Terrier Farm to fire broadsides at its concrete and machine-gun +its loophole. A white rag thrust through a hole in the wall +was the sign of the enemy's surrender. But the conditions were +too bad for any greater progress, and the men dug in for the +night, while brother Tank crawled back.</p> + +<p>All the Tanks used in the battle did well, in spite of the bad +going, and helped to reduce several of the blockhouses. They +had only two casualties among their crews, and most of them +got back to their hiding-places without damage from German +shells.</p> + +<p>It is astounding that the German counter-attacks were so +quickly signalled to the guns, for the light all day was bad, and +the weather was dead against the work of the flying men. +They did their best by flying low and risking the enemy's fire. +There was one pilot who is the talk of the Australians to-day. +They watched that English child doing the most amazing +"stunts" over the fighting-lines. He was out all day, swooping +low, so that his plane seemed just to skim over the craters. +The Germans tried to get him by any manner of means. They +turned their "Archies" on to him and their machine-guns, and +then tried to bring him down with rifle-fire, and that failing, +though they pierced his wings many times, they called up the +heavies and tried to snipe him with 5·9's, which are mighty big +and beastly things. But he went on flying till many of his +wires were cut and his struts splintered, and his aeroplane was a +rag round an engine. He was bruised and dazed when he came +to earth, making a bad landing in our own lines, but not killing +either himself or the observer, who shares the honour and the +marvel of this exploit.</p> + +<p>It was a great day for the Australians and the New-Zealanders, +their greatest and most glorious day. I saw them going +up—these lithe, loose-limbed, hatchet-faced fellows, who look +so free and fine in their slouch hats and so hard and grim in +their steel helmets. There were many thousands of them on +the roads or camped beside the roads, and Flanders for a time +seemed to have become a little province of Australia.</p> + +<p>Then the New-Zealanders came along, a type half-way between +the English of the old country and the Australian boys—not +so lean and wiry, with more colour in the cheeks, and a squarer,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[320]</a></span> +fuller build. It was good to see them—as fine a set of boys as +one could see in the whole world, so that it was hard to think +of them in the furnace fires up there, and to know that some of +them would come back maimed and broken. In a dug-out on +the battlefield I talked with some of them, and they were +cheery lads, full of confidence in the coming battle. They +wanted to go as far as the Australians, to do as well, and among +the Australians also there was a friendly rivalry, the new men +wanting to show their mettle to those who are already old in +war, one battalion keen to earn the honour which belongs by +right of valour to another which had fought before. It was +certain they would get to the Broodseinde cross-roads if human +courage could get there against high explosives, and they were +there without a check, over every obstacle, regardless of the +enemy's fire, too fast some of them behind their own. So the +New-Zealanders went up to Abraham Heights and carried all +before them. The hardest time was last night in the mud +and the cold, under heavy fire now and then, but they have +stuck it out, as our English boys have stuck it through many +foul days and in harder times than these, and that is good +enough.</p> + +<p>The German prisoners do not hide their astonishment at the +spirit of our men, and they know now that our troops are terrible +in attack, and arrive upon them with a strange, fearful suddenness +behind the barrage. One man, a German professor of +broad intelligence and a frank way of facing ugly facts, said that +our artillery was too terrific for words. They got harassed all +the way up to the front line, and lost many men. When they +got there they had to lie flat in the bottom of shell-holes, and +the next thing they knew was when they were surrounded by +masses of English soldiers. He described our men as gallant +and chivalrous. This professor thinks it will not be long before +Germany makes a great bid for peace by offering to give up +Belgium. By midwinter she will yield Alsace-Lorraine, Russia +will remain as before the war, except for an autonomous Poland; +Italy will have what she has captured; and Germany will get +back some of her colonies, he thinks. He laughed when an +indemnity was mentioned, and said "Germany is bankrupt." +He describes the German Emperor as a broken man and all +for peace, the Crown Prince posing as the head of the military +party but being unpopular. If the German people knew that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[321]</a></span> +the submarine threat had failed they would demand that the +war should stop at once. That is the opinion of one educated +German who has suffered the full horror of war and his words +are interesting if they represent no more than his own views.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XIX</h3> + +<h3>SCENES OF BATTLE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 7</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The scene of war since Thursday, when our troops went away +in the wet mist for the great battle up the slopes of the Passchendaele +Ridge, has been dark and grim and overcast with a +brooding sky, where storm-clouds are blown into wild and +fantastic shapes. Yesterday over the country round Ypres, +which still in its ruins holds the soul of all the monstrous +tragedy hereabouts, white cloud-mountains were piled up +against black, sullen peaks and were shot through with a +greenish light, very ghastly in its revelation of the litter and +the wreckage of the great arena of human slaughter. Etched +sharply against this queer luminance were the lopped trunks of +shell-slashed trees and bits of ruined buildings with tooth-like +jags above heaps of fallen masonry. Rain fell heavily for most +of the day, as nearly all the night, and as it rains to-day, and +a wet fog rose from the ground where the shell-craters were +already ponds brimming over into swamps of mud. Through +the murk our guns fired incessantly, almost as intense as the +drum-fire which precedes an attack, though there was no +attack from our side or the enemy's, and it was a strange, +uncanny thing to hear all that crashing of gun-fire and the wail +of great shells in flight to the German lines through this midday +darkness.</p> + +<p>I marvelled at the gunners, who have gone on so long—so +long through the days and nights—feeding those monsters. +The infantry have a hard time. It is they who fight with +flesh and blood against the machinery of slaughter which is set +against them. It is they who go out across the fields on that +wild adventure into the unknown. But the gunners, standing +by the heavies and the 18-pounders in the sodden fields, with +piles of shells about them and great dumps near by, have no +easy, pleasant time. On the morning of the last battle I saw<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[322]</a></span> +the enemy's shells searching for them, flinging up the earth +about their batteries, ploughing deep holes on either side of +them. They worked in the close neighbourhood of death, and +at any moment, between one round and another, a battery +and its gun teams might be blown up by one of those howling +beasts which seem to gather strength and ferocity at the end +of their flight before the final roar of destruction. Now and +again a lucky shell of the enemy's gets an ammunition dump, +and a high torch rises to the dark sky, and in its flames there +are wild explosions as the shells are touched off. But the +gunners go on with their work in all the tumult of their own +batteries, deafening and ear-splitting and nerve-destroying, +and our young gunner officers, muddy, unshaven, unwashed, +with sleep-drawn eyes, pace up and down the line of guns +saying, "Are you ready, Number One?—Number One, fire!" +with no sign of the strain that keeps them on the rack when a +big battle is in progress. For them the battle lasts longer than +for the infantry. It begins before the infantry advance, it lulls +a little and then breaks out into new fury when the German +counter-attacks begin. It does not end when the SOS signals +have been answered by hours of bombardment, but goes on +again to keep German roads under fire, to smother their back +areas, to batter their gun positions.</p> + +<p>So yesterday, when the German guns were getting back +behind the Passchendaele, hauled back out of the mud to take +up new emplacements from which they can pour explosives on +the ground we have captured, our gunners could not rest, but +made this work hideous for the enemy and followed his guns +along their tracks. The British gunners in these frightful +battles have worked with a courage and endurance to the limit +of human nature, and the infantry are the first to praise them +and to marvel at them. The infantry go marching in the rain +and trudging in the mud, and stumbling over the water-logged +craters, and out on the battlefield standing knee-deep in pools and +bogs that have been made by shell-fire, cutting up the beds of +the Flemish brooks, like the Hanebeek and the Stroombeek +and the Reutelbeek, and by the heavy downpour on the +upheaved earth. Winter conditions have come upon us, too. +They were the old winter pictures of war that I saw yesterday +round about the old Ypres salient, when wet men gathered under +the lee side of old dug-outs with cold rain sweeping upon them,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[323]</a></span> +so that their waterproof capes stream with water, and pattering +upon their steel hats with a sharp metallic tinkling sound. +Along the roads Australian and New Zealand horsemen go +riding hard, with their horses' flanks splashed with heavy gobs +of mud. Gun-wagons and transports pass, flinging mud from +their wheels. Ambulances, with their red crosses spattered +with slime, go threading their way to the clearing-stations, with +four pairs of muddy boots upturned beneath the blankets +which show through the flap behind, and a dozen "sitting +cases" huddled together, with their steel hats clashing and +their tired eyes looking out on the traffic of war which they are +leaving for a time. They come down cold and wet from the +line, but in an hour or two they are warm, inside the dressing-stations, +between sand-bagged walls built up inside ruined +houses, still within range of shell-fire, but safer than the fields +from which these men have come.</p> + +<p>"If any man feels cold," said a medical officer yesterday, +"give him a hot-water bottle." To a man who had been lying +in cold mud until an hour or two before it was like offering +him a place by the fireside at home.</p> + +<p>The Y.M.C.A. is busy in another tent or another dug-out. +It has a cheery way of producing hot cocoa on the edge of a +battlefield and of thrusting little packets of chocolate, biscuits, +cigarettes, and matches into the hands of lightly wounded men +as soon as they have trudged down the long trail for walking +wounded and reached the first dressing-station, where there is +a little group of men waiting to bandage their wounds, to +say, "Well done, laddy; you did grandly this morning," +and to fix them up with strange and wonderful speed for +the journey to the base hospital, where there are beds with +white sheets—sheets again, ye gods!—and rest and peace +and warmth.</p> + +<p>There are queer little groups between the sand-bags of those +forward dressing-stations. On one bench I saw a tall New-Zealander +and some Warwick boys—the Warwicks of the 48th +Division did famously in this battle—and a farmer's lad from +the West Country, who said "It seems to Oi," and spoke with +a fine simple gravity of the things he had seen and done; and +a thin-faced Lancashire boy, who still wanted to kill more +Germans and put them to a nasty kind of death; and a fellow +of the Lincolns, who said, "Our lads went over grand."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[324]</a></span></p> + +<p>Near by was a wounded German soldier who had clotted +blood over his face and a bloody bandage round his head. A +friendly voice spoke to him and said, "Wie gehts mit Ihnen?" +("How are you getting on?") And he looked up in a dazed +way and said, "Besser hier als am Kampfe" ("Better here +than on the battlefield.")</p> + +<p>The tall New-Zealander said: "Fritz fought all right. His +machine-gunners fired till we were all round them."</p> + +<p>"'Twas a bit of a five-point-nine that hit Oi in the arm," +said the farmer's lad. "He put over a terrible big barrage, +and Oi was a-laying up till the waist in a shell-hole all filled +with mud, and Oi was starved with cold."</p> + +<p>"They're all cowards, them Fritzes," said the Lancashire +boy. "They ran so hard I couldn't catch them with my +bayonet. Then a bullet came and went slick through my +head." The bullet failed to kill the Lancashire boy by the +smallest fraction of an inch, and had furrowed his skull.</p> + +<p>The Warwickshire lads told queer tales of the battle, and +they bear out what I have heard from their officers elsewhere. +There were numbers of German soldiers who lay about in shell-holes +after our barrage had passed over their lines and their +blockhouses, and sniped our officers and men as they swarmed +forward, though they knew that by not surrendering they were +bound to die. It was the last supreme courage of the human +beast at bay. There was one of these who lay under the +wreckage of an aeroplane, and from that cover he shot some +of our men at close range; but because there were many bullets +flying about, and shells bursting, and all the excitement of a +battle-ground, he was not discovered for some time. It was a +sergeant of the Warwicks who saw him first, and just in time. +The German had his rifle raised at ten yards range, but the +sergeant whipped round and shot him before he could turn. +Some of these men were discovered after the general fighting +was over, and a nasty shock was given to a young A.D.C. who +went with his Divisional General to see the captured ground +next day. The General, who is a quick walker, went ahead +over the shell-craters, and the A.D.C. suddenly saw two +Germans wearing their steel helmets rise before the General +from one of the deep holes.</p> + +<p>"Now there's trouble," thought the young officer, feeling for +his revolver. But when he came up he heard the General<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[325]</a></span> +telling two wounded Germans that the English had won a very +great victory, and that if they were good boys he would send +up stretcher-bearers to carry them down.</p> + +<p>All over the battlefield there were queer little human episodes +thrust for a minute or two into the great grim drama of this +advance by British and Overseas troops up the heights of the +Passchendaele Ridge, where thousands of German soldiers who +had been waiting to attack them were caught by the rolling +storm of shells which smashed the earth about them and +mingled them with its clods. One tragic glimpse like this was +on the Australian way up to the Broodseinde cross-roads, the +key of the whole position, after a body of those Australians +had marched many miles through the night over appalling +ground under scattered shell-fire, and were only in their place +of attack half an hour before it started. The story of that +night march is in itself a little epic, but that is not the episode +I mean. The Australians drew close to one of the blockhouses, +and the sound of their cheering must have been heard by the +Germans inside those concrete walls. The barrage had just +passed and its line of fire, volcanic in its look and fury, went +travelling ahead. Suddenly, out of the blockhouses, a dozen +men or so came running, and the Australians shortened their +bayonets. From the centre of the group a voice shouted out +in English, "I am a Middlesex man, don't shoot. I am an +Englishman." The man who called had his hands up, in sign +of surrender, like the German soldiers.</p> + +<p>"It's a spy," said an Australian. "Kill the blighter." +The English voice again rang out: "I'm English." And +English he was. It was a man of the Middlesex Regiment +who had been captured on patrol some days before. The +Germans had taken him into their blockhouse, and because of +our gun-fire they could not get out of it, and kept him there. +He was well treated, and his captors shared their food with +him, but the awful moment came to him when the drum-fire +passed and he knew that unless he held his hands high he +would be killed by our own troops.</p> + +<p>The New-Zealanders had many fights on the way up to the +Gravenstafel and Abraham Heights, and one thing that surprised +them was the number of pill-boxes and blockhouses +inhabited by the enemy close to their own lines. They believed +that the foremost ones had been deserted. But it must not be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[326]</a></span> +forgotten that running all through the narrative of this battle +is the thwarted plan of the enemy to attack us in strength the +same morning and at nearly the same hour. For that reason +he had thrust little groups of men into advanced posts and into +these most forward blockhouses with orders to hold them at +all costs until the attacking divisions should reach and pass +them. And for that reason, as we know, the enemy's guns +laid down a heavy barrage over our lines half an hour before +our attack started.</p> + +<p>The New-Zealanders did not escape this shelling, and their +brigadiers were under the strain of intense anxiety, not knowing +in their dug-outs, over which the enemy's fire passed, whether +their boys were so cut up that a successful assault would be +impossible. As it happened, the New-Zealanders were not +seriously hurt nor thrown into disorder. When the moment +came they went away in waves, with the spirit of a pack of +hounds on a good hunting morning. As fierce as that and as +wild as that. They had not gone more than a few yards before +they had fifty prisoners. This was at a blockhouse just outside +the New Zealand assembly line. There was no fight there, but +the garrison surrendered as soon as our men were round their +shelter. The Hanebeek stream flows this way, but it was no +longer within its bounds. Our gun-fire had smashed up its +track, and all about was a swamp made deeper by the +rains.</p> + +<p>The New Zealand lads had a devil of a time in getting across +and through. Some of them stuck up to the knees and others +fell into shell-holes, deep in mud, as far as their belts. "Give +us a hand, Jack," came a shout from one man, and the answer +was, "Hang on to my rifle, Tom." Men with the solid ground +under their feet hauled out others in the slough, and all that +was a great risk of time while the barrage was travelling slowly +on with its protecting screen of shells.</p> + +<p>The only chance of life in these battles is to keep close to the +barrage, risking the shorts, for if it once passes and leaves any +enemy there with a machine-gun, there is certain death for +many men. The New Zealand boys nearly lost that wall of +shells because of the mud, but somehow or other managed to +scramble on over 800 yards in time enough to catch it up. +Many blockhouses yielded up their batches of prisoners, who +were told to get back and give no trouble. The first fight for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[327]</a></span> +a blockhouse took place at Van Meulen Farm, just outside the +New-Zealanders' first objective. The barrage went ahead and +sat down—as one of the officers put it, though the sitting +down of a barrage is a queer simile for that monstrous eruption +of explosive force. From Van Meulen Farm came the +swish of machine-gun bullets, and New Zealand boys began +to drop. They were held up for half an hour until the +"leap-frog" battalions—that is to say, the men who were to +pass through the first waves to the next objective—came up +to help.</p> + +<p>It was a New Zealand captain, beloved by all his men for his +gallantry and generous-hearted ways, who led the rush of +Lewis-gunners and bombers and riflemen. He fell dead with +a machine-gun bullet in his heart, but with a cry of rage because +of this great loss the other men ran on each side of the blockhouse +and stormed it.</p> + +<p>On the left of the New-Zealanders' line, one of their battalions +could see Germans firing from concrete houses on the slopes +of the Gravenstafel, and although they had to lose the barrage, +which was sweeping ahead again, they covered that ground +and went straight for those places under sharp fire. Some of +them worked round the concrete walls and hauled out more +prisoners. "Get back, there," they shouted, but there was +hardly a New-Zealander who would go back with them to act +as escort. So it happened that a brigadier, getting out of his +dug-out to see what was happening to his men away there over +the slopes, received the first news of success from batches of +Germans who came marching in company formation under the +command of their own officers, and without escort. That was +how I saw many of them coming back on another part of the +field. From the Abraham Heights there was a steady stream of +machine-gun fire until the New-Zealanders had climbed them +and routed out the enemy from their dug-outs, which were not +screened by our barrage so that they were able to fire. Only +the great gallantry of high-spirited young men could have done +that, and it is an episode which proved the quality of New +Zealand troops on that morning of the battle, so keen to do +well, so reckless of the cost. On Abraham Heights a lot of +prisoners were taken and joined the long trail that hurried +back through miles of scattered shell-fire from their own guns.</p> + +<p>The next resistance was at the blockhouse called Berlin, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[328]</a></span> +the New-Zealanders are proud of having taken that place, +because of its name, which they will write on their scroll of +honour. It is not an Imperial place. It is a row of dirty +concrete pill-boxes above a deep cave, on the pattern of the old +type of dug-outs. But it was a strong fortress for German +machine-gunners, and they defended it stubbornly. It was a +five minutes' job. Stokes mortars were brought up and fired +thirty rounds in two minutes, and then, with a yell, the New-Zealanders +rushed the position on both sides and flung pea-bombs +through the back door, until part of the garrison streamed +out shouting their word of surrender. The other men were +dead inside. A battalion commander and his staff were taken +prisoners in another farm, and the New-Zealanders drank soda-water +and smoked high-class cigarettes which they found in +this place, where the German officers were well provided. +After that refreshment they went on to Berlin Wood, where +there were several pill-boxes hidden among the fallen trees and +mud-heaps. They had to make their way through a machine-gun +barrage, and platoon commanders assembled their Lewis-gunners +and riflemen to attack the house in detail. From one +of them a German officer directed the fire, and when the gun +was silenced inside came out with another and fired round the +corner of the wall until our men rushed upon him. Even then +he raised his revolver as though to shoot a sergeant, who was +closest to him, but he was killed by a bayonet-thrust.</p> + +<p>At other parts of the line our English boys were fighting +hard and with equal courage, and some of them against +greater fire. It was on the right that the enemy's gun-fire +was most fierce, and our old English county regiments +of the 5th and 7th Divisions—Devons and Staffords, Surreys +and Kents, Lincolns with Scottish Borderers, Northumberland +Fusiliers, and Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry—opposite +Gheluvelt and Polderhoek and the Reutelbeek had to +endure some bad hours. I have already mentioned in earlier +messages how the enemy made ceaseless thrusts against this +right flank of our attacking front, driving a wedge in for +a time, so that our men had to fall back a little and form +a decisive flank. It is known now that they were misled +somewhat by some isolated groups of the enemy who held out +in pill-boxes behind Cameron House. When these were cleared +out our line swept forward again and established itself on the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[329]</a></span> +far side of that wood. Our men hold the outer houses of +Gheluvelt.</p> + +<p>The whole of the fighting here was made very difficult by +the swamps of the Reutelbeek, worse even than those of the +Hanebeek, through which the New-Zealanders crossed, and +our English boys were bogged as they tried to cross. But +they fought forward doggedly, and by sheer valour safeguarded +our right wing in the hardest part of the battle. +Meanwhile, far on the north in the district of the Sehreiboom +astride the Thourout railway, Scottish and Irish +troops were fighting on a small front but on an heroic scale. +It was the Dublin Fusiliers who fought most recklessly. They +had begged to go first into this battle, and they went all +out with a wild and exultant spirit. The ground in front of +them was a mud-pit, and they had to swing round to get +beyond it. They did not wait for the barrage. They did not +halt on their final objective, but still went away into the blue, +chasing the enemy and uplifted with a strange fierce enthusiasm +until they were called back to the line we wanted to hold. They +excelled themselves that morning, and could not be held back +after the word "Go!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XX</h3> + +<h3>THE SLOUGH OF DESPOND</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 9</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Another battle was fought and another advance was made by +our troops to-day with the French, in a great assault on their +left. Our Allies gained about 1200 yards of ground in two +strides, captured some hundreds of prisoners and many machine-guns +and two field-guns, and killed large numbers of the enemy +in this attack, and in the bombardments which have preceded +it. The Allied troops are within a few hundred yards of that forest +of which Marlborough spoke when he said, "Whoever holds +Houthulst Forest holds Flanders," and have gone forward about +1500 yards in depth along a line beyond Poelcappelle across the +Ypres-Gheluvelt road. The enemy has suffered big losses +again. Two new divisions just brought into the line—the +227th straight from Rheims only getting into the line at three +o'clock this morning, and the 195th arrived from Russia—have +received a fearful baptism of fire, and at least three other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[330]</a></span> +divisions—the 16th, 233rd, and 45th Reserve Division—have +been hard hit and are now bleeding from many wounds and +have given many prisoners from their ranks into our hands.</p> + +<p>How was this thing done? How did we have any success +to-day when even the most optimistic men were preyed upon +last night by horrid doubts? Our troops, we know, are wonderful. +There is nothing they could be asked to do which they +would not try to do, and struggle to the death to do. But last +night's attack might have seemed hopeless in the morning +except to men who had weighed all the chances, who had all the +evidence in their hands—evidence, I mean, of the measure of +the enemy's strength and spirit—and who took the terrific +responsibility of saying "Go!" to the start of this new +battle.</p> + +<p>It was a black and dreadful night, raining more heavily after +heavy rains. The wind howled and raged across Flanders with +long, sinister wailings as it gathered speed and raced over the +fields. Heavy storm-clouds hiding the moon and the stars +broke, and a deluge came down, drenching all our soldiers who +marched along the roads and tracks, making ponds about them +where they stood. And it was cold, with a coldness cutting men +with the sharp sword of the wind, and there was no glimmer +of light in the darkness. To those of us who know the crater-land +of the battlefields, who with light kit or no kit have +gone stumbling through it, picking their way between the shell-holes +in daylight, taking hours to travel a mile or two, it might +have seemed impossible that great bodies of troops could go +forward in assault over such country and win any kind of success +in such conditions. That they did so is a proof, one more +proof to add to a thousand others, that our troops have in them +an heroic spirit which is above the normal laws of life, and that, +whatever the conditions may be, they will face them and grapple +with them, and, if the spirit and flesh of man can do it, overcome +the impossible itself. This battle seems to me as wonderful +as anything we have done since the Highlanders and the Naval +Division captured Beaumont-Hamel in the mud and the fog. +More wonderful even than that, because on a greater scale and +in more foul weather.</p> + +<p>This morning I have been among the Lancashire and West +Riding men of the 66th and 49th Divisions who lay out +last night before the attack, which followed the first gleams<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[331]</a></span> +of dawn to-day, and who marched up—no, they did not +march, but staggered and stumbled up to take part in the +attack. These men I met had come back wounded. Only +in the worst days of the Somme have I seen such figures. +They were plastered from head to foot in wet mud. Their +hands and faces were covered with clay, like the hands and +faces of dead men. They had tied bits of sacking round their +legs, and this was stuck on them with clots of mud. Their belts +and tunics were covered with a thick, wet slime. They were +soaked to the skin, and their hair was stiff with clay. They +looked to me like men who had been buried alive and dug up +again, and when I spoke to them I found that some of them had +been buried alive and unburied while they still had life. They +told me this simply, as if it were a normal thing. "A shell burst +close," said a Lancashire fellow, "and I was buried up to the +neck." "Do you mean up to the neck?" I asked, and he said, +"Yes, up to the neck." There were many like that, and others, +without being flung down by a shell-burst or buried in its crater, +fell up to their waists in shell-holes and up to their armpits, and +sank in water and mud.</p> + +<p>A long column of men whom I knew had to make their way up +at night to join in the attack at the dawn. I had seen them +the day before, with rain slashing down on their steel hats and +their shiny capes, and I thought they were as grand a set of lads +as ever I have seen in France. They were men of the Lancashire +battalions in the 66th Division.</p> + +<p>It was at dusk that they set out on their way up to the battle-line, +and it was only a few miles they had to go. But it took +them eleven hours to go that distance, and they did not get to +the journey's end until half an hour before they had to attack. +It was not a march. It was a long struggle against the demons +of a foul night on the battlefield. The wind blew a gale against +them, slapping their faces with wet canes, so that their flesh +stung as at the slash of whips. It buffeted them against each +other and clutched at their rifles and tried to wrench their packs +off their backs. And the rain poured down upon them in +fierce gusts until they were only dry where their belts crossed, +and their boots were filled with water. It was pitch-dark at the +beginning of the night, and afterwards there was only the light +of the stars. They could not see a yard before them, but only +the dark figure of the man ahead. Often that figure ahead fell<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[332]</a></span> +suddenly with a shout. It had fallen into a deep shell-hole +and disappeared.</p> + +<p>"Where are you. Bill?" shouted one man to another. +"I'm bogged. For God's sake give me a hand, old lad."</p> + +<p>There was not a man who did not fall. "I fell a hundred +times," said one of them. "It was nigh impossible to keep +on one's feet for more than a yard or two."</p> + +<p>So that little party of men went stumbling and staggering +along, trying to work across the shell-holes.</p> + +<p>"My pal Bert," said one man, "fell in deep, and then sank +farther in. 'Charlie,' he cried. Two of us, and then four, +tried to drag him out, but we slipped down the bank of the +crater and rolled into the slime with him. I thought we should +never get out. Some men were cursing and some were laughing +in a wild way, and some were near crying with the cold. +But somehow we got on."</p> + +<p>Somehow they got on, and that is the wonder of it. They +got on to the line of the attack half an hour before the guns were +to start their drum-fire, and they joined the thousands of other +men who had been lying out in the shell-holes all night, and were +numbed with cold and waist-high in water.</p> + +<p>Not all of them got there. The German guns had been busy +most of the night, and big shells were coming over. Thirty men +were killed or wounded with one shell, and others were hit and +fell into the water-pools, and lay there till the stretcher-bearers—the +splendid stretcher-bearers—came up to search for them.</p> + +<p>The Lancashires, who had travelled eleven hours, had had no +food all that time. "I would have given my left arm for a drop +of hot drink," said one of them, "I was fair perished with cold."</p> + +<p>Some of them had rum served out to them. They were the +lucky ones, for it gave them a little warmth. But others could +not get a drop.</p> + +<p>One man, who was shaking with an ague when I met him +this morning, had a pitiful tragedy happen to him. "I had a +jar of rum in my pack," he said, "and the boys said to me, +'Keep it for us till we get over to the first objective. We'll +want it most then.' But when I went over I dropped my pack. +'Oh, Christ!' I said, 'I've lost the rum!'"</p> + +<p>They went over to the attack, these troops who were cold and +hungry and exhausted after a dreadful night, and they gained +their objective and routed the enemy, and sent back many<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[333]</a></span> +prisoners. I marvel at them, and will salute them if ever I +meet them in the world when the war is done.</p> + +<p>There were a number of German blockhouses in front of them, +beyond Abraham Heights and the Gravenstafel. These were +Yetta House and Augustus House and Heine House on the way to +Tober Copse and Friesland Copse just outside their line of assault. +On their left there was a blockhouse called Peter Pan, though no +little mother Wendy would tell stories to her boys there, and +instead of Peter Pan's cockcrow there was the wail of a wounded +man. Beyond that little house of death were Wolfe Copse and +Wolfe Farm, from which the fire of German machine-guns came +swishing in streams of bullets. There was no yard of ground +without a shell-hole. They were linked together like the holes +in a honeycomb, and the German troops, very thick because of +their new method of defence—very dense in the support lines +though the front line was more lightly held—were scattered +about in these craters. Large numbers were killed and wounded +when our barrage stormed over them, but numbers crouching +in old craters were left alive, and as the barrage passed they +rose and came streaming over in small batches, with their +hands high—came to meet our men, hoping for mercy. Many +prisoners were made before the first objective was reached, +and after that by harder fighting. Some of the men in shell-holes, +wet like our men and cold like our men, decided to keep +fighting, and fired their rifles as our lads struggled forward. +The boy who lost his rum-jar met three of these men in a shell-hole, +and he threw a bomb at them, and said, "This is to pay +back for the gas you gave me a month ago."</p> + +<p>A little farther on there was another German in a shell-hole. +He was a boy of sixteen or so, and he raised his rifle at the lad +of the rum-jar, who flung the bayonet on one side by a sudden +blow, but not quick enough to escape a wound in the arm. "I +couldn't kill him," said the Lancashire lad; "he looked such a +kid, like my young brother, so I took him prisoner and sent him +down."</p> + +<p>Not all the prisoners who were taken came down behind our +lines. The enemy was barraging the ground heavily, and many +of their own men were killed, and some of our stretcher-bearers, +as they came down with the wounded. Up in the leafless and +shattered trees on the battlefield were Germans with machine-guns, +and German riflemen who sniped our men as they passed.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[334]</a></span> +Many of these were shot up in the trees and came crashing down. +Up on the left of the attack, where our troops were in liaison +with the French, the enemy were taken prisoners in great numbers, +officers as well as men, and the hostile bombardment was +not so heavy as on the right, so that the casualties seem to have +been light there. In spite of the frightful ground all the objectives +were taken, so that our line has drawn close to Houthulst +Forest.</p> + +<p>There was heavy fighting by the Worcesters of the 29th +Division at a place called Pascal Farm, and a lot of concrete +dug-outs on the Langemarck-Houthulst road gave trouble with +their machine-guns. Adler Farm, just outside our old line, somewhat +south of that, also held out a while, but was mastered, and +opened the way to the second objective, which on the right +carried the attack through Poelcappelle. Here there was hard +fighting, by the Lancashire Fusiliers, South Staffords, and Yorkshires +of the 11th, and the German garrison put up a desperate +resistance in the brewery of Poelcappelle. On the right there +has been grim fighting again in the old neighbourhood of +Polderhoek Château, but on either side of it our troops +of the 5th Division have made good progress, in spite +of intense and concentrated fire from many heavy batteries. +The enemy has again had a great blow, and has lost large +numbers of men—dead, wounded, and captured. That our +troops could do this after such a night and over such foul +ground must seem to the German High Command like some +black art.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 10</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>In my message yesterday I described the appalling condition +of the ground and of the weather through which our men +floundered in their assault towards Houthulst Forest and +Passchendaele. That is the theme of this battle, as it is told +by all the men who have been through its swamps and fire, +and it is a marvel that any success could have been gained. +Where we succeeded—and we took a great deal of ground +and many prisoners—it was due to the sheer courage of the +men, who refused to be beaten by even the most desperate +conditions of exhaustion and difficulty; and where we failed, or +at least did not succeed, in making full progress or holding all +the first gains, it was because courage itself was of no avail<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[335]</a></span> +against the powers of nature, which were in league that night +with the enemy's guns.</p> + +<p>The brunt of the fighting fell yesterday in the centre upon +the troops of North-country England, the hard, tough men of +Lancashire and Yorkshire, and it was Lancashire's day +especially, because of those third-line Territorial battalions of +Manchesters and East Lancashires and Lancashire Fusiliers, +with other comrades of the 66th Division. There were some +amongst them who went "over the bags," as they call it, for the +first time, and who fought in one of the hardest battles that has +ever been faced by British troops, with most stubborn and +gallant hearts. I know by hearing from their own lips, to-day +and yesterday, the narrative of the sufferings they endured, of +the fight they made, and of the wounds they bear without a +moan.</p> + +<p>The night march of some of these men who went up to attack +at dawn seems to me, who have written many records of brave +acts during three years of war, one of the most heroic episodes +in all this time. It was a march which in dry, fine weather +would have been done easily enough in less than three hours by +men so good as these. But it took eleven hours for these +Lancashire men to get up to their support line, and then, worn +out by fatigue that was a physical pain, wet to the skin, cold +as death, hungry, and all clotted about with mud, they lay in +the water of shell-holes for a little while until their officers said, +"Our turn, boys," and they went forward through heavy fire +and over the same kind of ground, and fought the enemy with +his machine-guns and beat him—until they lay outside their +last objective and kept off counter-attacks by a few machine-guns +that still remained unclogged, and rifles that somehow +they had kept dry. Nothing better than that has been done, +and Lancashire should thrill to the tale of it, because their sons +were its heroes. Dirty, blood-stained, scarecrow heroes, as I +met some of them to-day, lightly wounded, but hardly able to +walk after the long trail back from the line. It was eleven +hours' walking on the way up, and then, after the wild day and +half a night under shell-fire and machine-gun fire, eleven hours +down again, in shell-holes and out of them, falling every few +yards, crawling on hands and knees through slimy trenches, +staggering up by the help of a comrade's arm and going on +again with set jaws, and the cry of "No surrender!" in their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[336]</a></span> +soul.... Gallant men. They had no complaint against the +fate that had thrust them into this morass, nor any whimper +against their hard luck. They told of the hard time they had +had simply and gravely, without exaggeration and without self-pity, +but as men who had been through a frightful ordeal with +many thousands of others whose luck was no better than theirs +and whose duty was the same. They came under severe +machine-gun fire from some of the German blockhouses, especially +on their flanks. Our barrage-fire had gone travelling +beyond them, and because of the swamps and pools it was impossible +to keep pace with it. Men were lugging each other out +of the bogs, rescuing each other free from the rain-filled shell-pits. +So they lost the only protection there is from machine-guns, +the screen of great belts of gun-fire, and the Germans had +time to get out of the concrete houses and to get up from the +shell-holes and fire at our advancing groups of muddy men. +Many Germans were sniping from these holes, and others were up +broken trees with machine-guns on small wooden platforms. I +met one man to-day who had eleven comrades struck down in +his own group by one of the snipers. A party was detached to +search for the German rifleman, but they could not find him. +They got ahead through Peter Pan House and then they had to +face another blast of machine-gun fire. The German garrison, +in a place called Yetta House, gave trouble in the same way, +and there was a nest of machine-guns ahead at Bellevue. +Some Yorkshire lads of the 49th Division went up there to rout +them out, but what happened is not yet known.</p> + +<p>All through the day and last night the Lancashire men were +under the streaming bullets of a machine-gun barrage, which +whipped the ground about them as fast as falling hailstones, so +that no man could put his head above a shell-hole without +getting a bullet through his steel hat. I have seen many of +those steel hats punctured clean through, but with the men who +wore them still alive and able to smile grimly enough when they +pointed to these holes. At night the lightly wounded men who +tried to get back had a desperate time trying to find their way. +Some of them walked away to the German lines and were up +to the barbed wire before they found out their mistake. It +was difficult to get any sense of direction in the darkness, but +the German flares helped them. They rose with a very bright +light, flooding the swamps of No Man's Land with a white glare<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[337]</a></span>, +revealing the tragedy of the battlefield, where many bodies +lay still in the bogs, for many men had been killed. Before +the darkness German aeroplanes came over, as it were, in dense +flocks. One Lancashire boy declared he counted thirty-seven +as he lay looking up to the sky from a shell-hole, and they flew +low to see where our men had made their line. Our stretcher-bearers +worked through the day and night, but it was hard +going even with empty stretchers, and they fell and got bogged +like the fighting men, and many were hit by shell-fire and +machine-gun bullets. With full stretchers they made their way +back slowly, and each journey took many hours, and on the way +they stuck many times in bogs and slipped many times waist-deep +in shell-holes. The transport and the carriers struggled +with equal courage through the slough of despond, trying to +get up rations to their cold and hungry comrades and ammunition +wanted by riflemen and machine-gunners. Even in water +beyond their belts the men tried to clean their rifles and their +belts from the mud which had fouled them, knowing that later +on their lives might depend on this. And it is a wonderful thing +that some counter-attacks were actually repulsed by rifle-fire +and by machine-guns, which jam if any speck of dirt gets in +their mechanism. That was on the left, when the Coldstream, +Irish, and Welsh Guards and some old county regiments of +England—Middlesex, Worcesters, Hampshires, Essex—and a +gallant little body of Newfoundlanders in the 29th Division had +fought forward a long way with rapid success.</p> + +<p>The losses of the Guards in going over to the first objective +were not heavy. They preceded the attack by a tremendous +trench-mortar bombardment, which so frightened the enemy +and caused such loss among them that before the infantry +advanced many of them came rushing over to our lines to +surrender. On the second objective there was heavy fighting +at a strong place called Strode House, which was surrounded +with uncut wire and defended by heavy machine-gun fire. The +Guards, after being checked, rushed it from all sides and captured +it with all its garrison. There was more fighting of the +same kind farther south, at ruins close to Houthulst Forest, +on the edge of the swamps, which seem to be a No Man's Land, +because the ground is too wet for the Germans to live there. +Very quickly after the attack the enemy countered heavily on +the Guards' left, but the Guards held firm and beat it off.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[338]</a></span></p> + +<p>Farther south the Middlesex, Royal Fusiliers, and the Newfoundlanders +of the 29th Division went straight through to their +objective as far as Cinq Chemins Farm (the Farm of the Five +Roads), and they had to resist a series of counter-attacks, starting +before half-past eight in the morning. The first of these was +shattered by rifle-fire, and the second by artillery-fire, but afterwards, +owing no doubt to heavy shelling, our line withdrew a +little in front of the Poelcappelle road.</p> + +<p>On the left centre of our attack our progress was not maintained. +The ground here was deplorable, as the two streams of +the Lekkerbolerbeek and the Stroombeek had been cut through +by shell-fire, so that their boundaries were lost in broad floods. +Mortal men could not pass through quick enough to keep up +with a barrage, and after desperate struggles they were forced +to withdraw from the forward positions beyond Adler Farm and +Burns House.</p> + +<p>Round the village of Poelcappelle, now no more than a dust-heap +of ruin, there was fierce fighting, and the enemy held out +in the brewery, from which he swept the ground with machine-gun +bullets so that all approach was deadly. The Yorkshire +men of the 11th Division here made repeated rushes, but without +much success, it seems.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, on the extreme right of the attack some very +grim and desperate work was being done by English troops of +famous old regiments round about Reutel and Polderhoek. At +Polderhoek the enemy had a nest of dug-outs and machine-gun +emplacements behind the château, and in spite of the +assaults of Warwicks and Norfolks held them by unceasing +fire.</p> + +<p>On the north of Polderhoek success was complete in the attack +on Reutel, though the village was defended by machine-guns +in a cemetery beyond Reutel, and several defended blockhouses. +These were attacked and taken by the H.A.C., Warwicks, +and Devons, and our line of objectives was made good +beyond Reutel and Judge Copse, which have been thorns in our +side—spear-heads rather—for many days.</p> + +<p>Splendid and chivalrous work was done on this part of the +ground by the stretcher-bearers. Out of two hundred and +fifty labouring in these fields over a hundred were hit, and all of +them took the utmost risk to rescue their fallen comrades in the +fighting-lines. The sappers and the pioneers, the transport and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[339]</a></span> +the runners, fought not against the enemy from Germany, but +against an enemy more difficult to defeat, and that was the mud.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XXI</h3> + +<h3>THE ASSAULTS ON PASSCHENDAELE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 12</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>OUR troops went forward again to-day farther up the slopes of +the Passchendaele Ridge, striking north-east towards the village +of Passchendaele itself, which I saw this morning looming through +the mist and the white smoke of shell-fire, with its ruins like +the battlements of a mediæval castle perched high on the crest.</p> + +<p>It has been a day of very heavy fighting, and the supreme +success will only be gained by the spirit of men resolute to win +in the face of continual blasts of machine-gun bullets, heavy +shelling, and weather which has made the ground as bad as ever +a battlefield has been. The enemy, if we may believe what his +prisoners say, expected the attack, and that they did expect it +is borne out by the quickness with which they dropped down +their defensive barrage, the violent way in which they shelled +our back areas during the night, and by other unmistakable +signs of readiness. Perhaps the last attack two days ago +through the wild gale and the mud warned them that not even +the elements would safeguard them against us, and that our +troops, who had already achieved something that was next to +impossible, would attempt another and greater adventure.</p> + +<p>To me these blows through the mud seem the most daring +endeavours ever made by great bodies of men. The strength of +the enemy—and he is very strong still—and the courage of the +enemy, which is high among his best troops, are not the greatest +powers which our men are called upon to overcome in this +latest fighting. Given a good barrage, and they are ready to +attack his pill-boxes now that we have broken the first evil +spell of them. But this mud of Flanders, these swamps which +lie in the way, these nights of darkness and rain in the quagmires—those +are the real terrors which are hardest to win +through. Yet our men were confident of their fate to-day, and +backed each other with astounding courage to take the ground +they were asked to take; and that pledge which they made +between their battalions was after that night, now three nights<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[340]</a></span> +ago, when the Lancashire and Yorkshire men made their march +through the mud which I have described in other messages—eleven +hours' going before they reached their starting-line after +frightful tribulations in the darkness and before they went into +the battle, late for their barrage and exhausted in body, but +still with the pluck to fight through machine-gun fire to their +objectives. They did not go as far as had been hoped, but they +did far more than any one might dare expect in such conditions, +and the men in to-day's battle depended for success upon the +starting-line gained for them by those comrades of North-country +England.</p> + +<p>The New-Zealanders who went over to-day swore that with +any luck, or even without luck, they would plant their flag +high, and among those men there was a grim, smouldering fire +of some purpose which boded ill for the enemy they should find +against them. These are not words of rhetoric, to give a little +colour to the dark picture of war, but the sober truth of what +was in those New Zealand boys' minds yesterday when they +made ready for this new battle.</p> + +<p>It was difficult to get the men anywhere near the line of +attack, owing to the foulness of the ground. Those who were +in their positions the night before—that is, on Wednesday +night—found that they were not utterly comfortless in the +sodden fields. By a fine stroke of daring and by the great +effort of carriers and transport officers, who risked their lives +in the task, bivouacs were taken up and pegged out in the darkness +under the very nose of the enemy, so that the men should +not lie out in the pouring rain, and before dawn came they were +taken away, in order not to reveal these assemblies. There was +food also, and hot drink close to the fighting-lines, and some of +the coldness and horrors of the night were relieved. A clear +line was made for the barrage which would be fired by our guns +this morning. But some troops had still to go up, and some +men had to march through the night as those Lancashire men +had marched up three nights before. They had the same grim +adventure. They, too, fell into shell-holes, groped their way +forward blindly in a wild downpour of rain, lugged each other out +of the bogs, floundered through mud and shell-fire from five in +the evening until a few minutes only before it was time to attack. +The enemy was busy with his guns all night to catch any of +our men who might be on the move. He flung down a heavy<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[341]</a></span> +barrage round about Zonnebeke, but by good chance it missed +one group of men thereabouts, and scarcely touched any of the +others in that neighbourhood. But his heavy shells were +scattered over a wide area, and came bowling through the darkness +and exploding with great upheavals of the wet earth. +Small parties of men dodged them as best they could, and +pitched into shell-holes five feet deep in water when they +threatened instant death. Then gas-shells came whining, +with their queer little puffs, unlike the exploding roar of bigger +shells, and the wet wind was filled with poisonous vapour +smarting to the eyes and skin, so that our men had to put +on their gas-masks and walk like that in a worse darkness. +These things, and this way up to battle, might have shaken +the nerves of most men, might even have unmanned them and +weakened them by the fainting sickness of fear. But it only +made the New-Zealanders angry. It made them angry to the +point of wild rage.</p> + +<p>"To Hell with them," said some of them. "We won't spare +them when we go over. We will make them pay for this +night." They used savage and flaming words, cursing the +enemy and the weather and the shell-fire and the foulness of it +all.</p> + +<p>I know the state of the ground, for I went over its crater-land +this morning to look at this flame of fire below the Passchendaele +spur. I had no heavy kit like the fighting men, but +fell on the greasy duck-boards as they fell, and rolled into the +slime as they had rolled. The rain beat a tattoo on one's steel +helmet. Every shell-hole was brimful of brown or greenish +water; moisture rose from the earth in a fog. Our guns were +firing everywhere through the mist and thrust sharp little +swords of flame through its darkness, and all the battlefields +bellowed with the noise of these guns. I walked through the +battery positions, past enormous howitzers which at twenty +paces distance shook one's bones with the concussion of their +blasts, past long muzzled high velocities, whose shells after the +first sharp hammer-stroke went whinnying away with a high +fluttering note of death, past the big-bellied nine-point-twos +and monsters firing lyddite shells in clouds of yellow smoke. +Before me stretching away round the Houthulst Forest, big +and dark and grim, with its close-growing trees, was the Passchendaele +Ridge, the long, hummocky slopes for which our men<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[342]</a></span> +were fighting, and our barrage-fire crept up it, and infernal +shell-fire, rising in white columns, was on the top of it, hiding +the broken houses there until later in the morning, when the rain +ceased a little, and the sky was streaked with blue, and out of +the wet gloom Passchendaele appeared, with its houses still +standing, though all in ruins. There were queer effects when +the sun broke through. Its rays ran down the wet trunks and +the forked naked branches of dead trees with a curious, dazzling +whiteness, and all the swamps were glinting with light on their +foul waters, and the pack-mules winding along the tracks, +slithering and staggering through the slime, had four golden +bars on either side of them when the sun shone on their 18-pounder +shells. There was something more ghastly in this flood +of white light over the dead ground of the battlefields, revealing +all the litter of human conflict round the captured German pill-boxes, +than when it was all under black storm-clouds.</p> + +<p>It was at the side of a pill-box famous in the recent fighting +that I watched the progress of our barrage up the slopes of +Passchendaele, and it was only by that fire and by the answering +fire of the German guns with blacker shell-bursts that one could +tell the progress of our men.</p> + +<p>"How's it going?" asked a friend of two officers of the +Guards who came down the duck-boards from Poelcappelle way.</p> + +<p>"Pretty well," was the answer. "We have cut off four +Boche guns with our barrage, though we only had a little way to +go—on the left, you know."</p> + +<p>"Big fellows?"</p> + +<p>"No, pip-squeak. The usual seventy-seven."</p> + +<p>It seemed that there had been a check on the left. Our men +had come up against abominable machine-gun fire. On the +right things were doing better. Our line was being pushed up +close to Passchendaele, within a few hundred yards or so. Some +prisoners were coming down—there had been a lot of bayonet +fighting, and a lot of killing. The wounded are getting back +already, most of them with machine-gun wounds, the worst +of them with shell wounds. The New-Zealanders had hardly +gone over before German flares rose to call on the guns. The +guns did not answer for some little while; but instantly there +was the chattering fire of many machine-guns; and from places +above the Ypres-Roulers railway, and all the length of the +Goudberg spur of the Passchendaele, where there were many<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[343]</a></span> +blockhouses and concrete streets, there was poured out a sweeping +barrage of bullets.</p> + +<p>Our men, advancing on all sides of the Passchendaele Ridge +and right up to the edge of Houthulst Forest, were everywhere +checked a while by the swampy ground. The streams, or beeks, +that intersect this country, like the Lekkerbolerbeek and the +Ravelbeek, had lost all kind of bounds, and by the effect of +shell-fire had flowed out into wide bogs. Here and there the +men crossed more easily, and that led to some parts of the line +getting farther forward then others and so to being enfiladed on +the right or left. It is on the left that we have had most difficulty, +round about Wolfe Copse and Marsh Bottom. On the right +it is reported that some of the Anzacs have been seen going +up across the slopes of Crest Farm, which is some 500 yards +from Passchendaele village, on the heights of the ridge. +At the present time it is impossible to tell more about this +battle than to say it is being fought desperately. Our airmen +are unable to bring back exact news owing to the darkness +which has again descended, and all that is known so +far is that our men are making progress in spite of the +deadly machine-gun fire against them, and that they are resolute +to go on. The enemy is fighting hard, and his Jaegers, +with green bands round their caps, and the men of the 223rd +Reserve Division, have not surrendered easily, though many +of them are now our prisoners. It is raining again heavily, +and the mists have deepened.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XXII</h3> + +<h3>ROUND POELCAPPELLE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 14</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>To-day there was a fine spell, though yesterday, after Friday's +battle, it was still raining, and looked as if it might rain until +next April or March. Our soldiers cursed the weather, cursed +it with deep and lurid oaths, cursed it wet and cursed it cold, +by day and by night, by duck-boards and mule-tracks, by shell-holes +and swamps, by Ravelbeek and Broenbeek and Lekkerbolerbeek. +For it was weather which robbed them of victory +on Friday and made them suffer the worst miseries of winter +warfare, and held them in the mud when they had set their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[344]</a></span> +hearts upon the heights. It was the mud which beat them. +Man after man has said that to me on the day of battle and +yesterday.</p> + +<p>"Fritz couldn't have stopped us," said an Australian boy, +warming his hands and body by a brazier after a night in the +cold slime, which was still plastered about him. "It was the +mud which gave him a life chance."</p> + +<p>"It was the mud that did us in," said an officer of the Berkshires, +sitting up on a stretcher and speaking wearily. "We +got bogged and couldn't keep up with the barrage. That gave +the German machine-gunners time to get to work on us. It +was their luck."</p> + +<p>A young Scottish Borderer, shivering so that his teeth +chattered, spoke hoarsely, and there was no warmth in him +except the fire in his eyes. "We had a fearful time," he said, +"but it was the spate of mud that kept us back, and the Germans +took advantage of it."</p> + +<p>"Whenever we got near to Fritz he surrendered or ran," +said a young sergeant of the East Surreys. "We should have +had him beat with solid ground beneath us, but we all got stuck +in the bog, and he came out of his blockhouses and machine-gunned +us as we tried to get across the shell-holes, all filled like +young ponds, and sniped us when we could not drag one leg +after the other."</p> + +<p>No proof is needed of the valour of our men. It is idle to +speak of it, because for three years they have shown the height +of human courage in the most damnable and deadly places. +But I have known nothing finer in this war than the quality +of the talk I have heard among the men who fought all Friday +after a night exposure in wild rain, and lay out all that night +in water-pools under gun-fire, and came back again yesterday +wounded, spent, bloody and muddy, cramped and stiff, cold +to the marrow-bones, and tired after the agony of the long trail +back across the barren fields. They did not despair because +they had not gained all they had hoped to gain. "We'll get +it all right next time," said man after man among them. They +all stated the reasons for their bad luck.</p> + +<p>"If you step off a duck-board you go squelch up to the +knees, and handling them big shells is no joke. All that means +delay in getting up ammunition." This was from a young +soldier who had been flung 50 yards and senseless away from a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[345]</a></span> +group of comrades who were all killed by a big shell-burst. His +senses had come back, and a quiet, shrewd judgment of all he +had seen and his old faith that our men can win through every +time if they have equal chances with the enemy. That faith, +that confidence in their own fighting quality, was not dimmed +because on Friday they did not go far. The fire of it, the +beauty of it, the simplicity of it shone in the eyes of these men, +who were racked by aches and shot through with pain, all +befouled by the mud, which was in the very pores of their skin, +and seared by remembrances of tragic things. To command +soldiers like that should be the supreme joy of their officers, and +indeed there is not one of our officers who does not think so, +and is not proud of them with a pride that is full of comradeship +for his good company. Napoleon's Old Guard was not of better +stuff than these boys from English farms and factories, Scottish +homesteads, Australian and New Zealand sheep-farm runs.</p> + +<p>In these recent battles home troops and overseas troops have +been mixed together in the mud of battlefields, and they come +down together out of the shell-fire to field dressing-stations, +waiting to have their wounds dressed and telling their tales of +the fighting. There is no difference there between them. They +are all figures carved out of the same clay, with faces and hands +of the tint of clay, like men risen out of wet graves. A moist +steam rises from them as they group round the braziers, and +they know each other—Australian and English lad, Scot and +Welsh, Irish, New-Zealander—as comrades who have taken the +same risks, suffered the same things, escaped from death by the +same kind of miracle. They talk in low voices. There is no +bragging among them; no wailing; no excited talk. Quietly +they tell each other of the things that happened to them and +of the things they saw, and it is the naked truth, idle sometimes +as truth itself. So when they say, as I heard them say yesterday, +"It is all right, it was only the mud that checked us," one +knows that this is truth in the hearts of brave men, the truth +of the fine faith that is in them.</p> + +<p>I told in my last message how the enemy was ready for attack +and tried to prevent it, before it started, by violent shelling +over our back areas, all through Thursday night, mixing his +high explosives with gas-shells and trying to catch our men on +the move and our batteries deep in the mud. It is certain that +his aeroplanes, flying low through mists, saw great traffic behind<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[346]</a></span> +the lines and the work of thousands of men laying down new +tracks and getting forward with supplies. That could not be +hidden from them. We did not try to hide it, but worked in +the daylight under the eyes of their observers in Passchendaele +and in Crest Farm below it, and on the high ground above +Poelcappelle, so that they could see the tide of all this energy +when the gunners, pioneers, engineers, transports drivers, mule +leaders, and the long winding columns of troops surged up the +arteries of the battlefields and choked them about the Piccadilly +Circus of the crater-land.</p> + +<p>It was a supreme defiance of the enemy's power, a challenge +louder than any herald's trumpet announcing the beginning of a +new battle. The enemy accepted the challenge, though not, +as we know, with any gladness of heart. Behind his lines there +was disorder and dismay, and his organization had been horribly +strained by the rapid series of blows which had fallen on him +and by his great losses. His local reserves had been flung +together anyhow, to meet the pressure we had put upon him. +Remnants of battalions were mixed up with other remnants, +and our prisoners are from many units. These divisions of his +which have withstood the brunt of this recent fighting, like the +195th and the 16th and the 227th, were horribly mauled and +broken, and other divisions coming up to relieve them were +caught by our long-range guns far back from the lines, and lost +their way in the swamps which are on their side of the battlefield +as well as on ours, and struggled forward in the darkness +and shell-fire to positions hard to find by troops new to this +ground. Their High Command issued new orders hurriedly, +and made desperate efforts to strengthen their lines. They +put up new apron-wire defences around their blockhouses. All +the heavy machine-guns of the supporting troops were sent +forward to the front lines to reinforce those already in position +in their blockhouses and organized shell-holes between the blockhouses +and the narrow streets of concrete. Never before did +the enemy mass so many machine-guns on his front for continuous +barrage over a wide region, and to defend the last +spurs of Passchendaele. He had machine-guns up trees as well +as on the ground, and he scattered his riflemen among the shell-craters +with orders to shoot until they were killed or captured.</p> + +<p>It is fair to these men to say that they obeyed their orders and +fought on Friday with most fierce courage. It was only here<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[347]</a></span> +and there that small bodies of German troops, caught in our +barrage and nerve-broken by the long agony of lying in water +under a ceaseless shell-fire, ran forward to our men as soon as the +first brown lines appeared out of the mud and surrendered. +The men behind the machine-guns opened fire at the moment +of attack, and it was the noise of this light artillery, the long-drawn +swish of its bullets whipping the ground, and a devil's +tattoo of groups of machine-guns hidden up the slopes, that +broke upon our men as soon as they began to make their way +through the mud.</p> + +<p>I have already told how many of our men had spent the night. +Large bodies of them had lain out since Wednesday. Of these +some had been luckier than others, getting hot drink and food +and shelter under tarpaulin tents which did not keep them dry, +but kept off the full force of the beating rains. Others, not so +lucky, had to lie in shell-holes half full, or quite full, of ice-cold +water, and rations had gone astray, as many ration parties could +not get up through the hostile barrage or were bogged somewhere +down below; and for some men at least there was not the +usual drop of rum to warm the "cockles of their hearts" and to +bring back a little glow of life to their poor numbed limbs. +Other men had spent the night in marching, spurred on by the +hateful fear of being too late to take their place in the battle-line, +so that their comrades would not have their help, but +spurred to no quickness because every yard of ground had its +obstacle and its ditch, and it was a crawl all the way, with many +slips and falls and shouts for help.</p> + +<p>It was pitch-dark, and the rain beat against these men, +driven by the savage wind, plucking at their capes, buffeting +their steel helmets, straining at the straps of their packs, +slashing them across the face. Their boots squelched deep in +the mud and made a queer, sucking noise as these single files +of dark figures went shuffling across along slimy duck-boards, +a queer noise which I heard when I went up with some of them +on the morning of the battle over duck-board tracks. Some of +them lost the duck-boards and went knee-deep into bogs, and +waist-deep into shell-holes, and neck-deep into swamps. In +spite of all the frightfulness of the night, the coldness, the +weariness, and the beastliness of this floundering in mud and +shell-fire, they went forward into the battle with grim, set faces, +and attacked the places from which the machine-gun fire came<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[348]</a></span> +in blasts. The New-Zealanders attacked many blockhouses +and strong points immediately in front of their first objective +on the left above the Ypres-Roulers railway, and on the +way to the marsh bottom and rising slope of the Goudberg +spur, where at Bellevue the enemy's machine-guns were thickly +clustered.</p> + +<p>Below that, by Heine House and Augustus, the Australian +troops were trying to work their way forward to the hummock +of Crest Farm, barring the way to Passchendaele, and up on +the left centre, from the cross-roads and cemetery of Poelcappelle, +the Scottish and English battalions—Berkshires, +East Surreys, West Kents, and others—assaulted the brewery, +which has been captured twice and twice lost, and a row +of buildings in heaps of ruin on the Poelcappelle road, which +the Germans use as cover for their machine-gunners. Many +of these outposts were captured by groups. Our men worked +round then and rushed them, in spite of the streams of bullets +which pattered around them so that many fell in the first +attempts. Here and there the enemy fought fiercely to the last, +and fell under the bayonets of our men. Here and there, in +the open ground to the right of Poelcappelle and on the ground +below Passchendaele, batches of German soldiers made little +fight, but came rushing out of their holes with their hands up, +terror-stricken.</p> + +<p>But machine-gun fire never ceased from the higher ground, +from tall masts of branchless trees, from shell-craters beyond +the reach of our men. Our barrage travelled ahead, and slow +as it was I saw it creeping up the lower slopes of the Passchendaele +ridge for the second objective on Friday morning—our +men could not keep pace with it. They were stuck in the +swamps at Marsh Bottom in the Lekkerbolerbeek below +Poelcappelle and in the bogs below Crest Farm. They plunged +into these bogs, fiercely cursing them, struggling to get through +them to the enemy, but the men could do nothing with their +legs held fast in such slime, nothing but shout to comrades to +drag them out. While they struggled German snipers shot at +them with a cool aim, and the machine-gun bullets of the deadly +barrage lashed across the shell-craters.</p> + +<p>Australian troops on the right made good and reached the +edge of the hummock called Crest Farm. Some of them swarmed +up it and fought and killed the garrison there, but beyond was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[349]</a></span> +another knoll with machine-gunners and riflemen, and as our +men came up to the top of Crest Farm they were under close +and deadly fire. They would have held their ground here if +they could have been supported on the left, but the New-Zealanders +were having a terrible time in Marsh Bottom and +Bellevue, and could not make much headway because of the +deadly fire which came down from the spur on which Bellevue +is perched. All this time it was raining hard, making the ground +worse than before, and the wet mists deepened, preventing all +visibility for our machines working with the guns. Orders +were given not to continue the second stage of the attack, +because the weather was too bad, and the Australians on the +right centre withdrew their line in order not to have an exposed +flank. In the afternoon the enemy's heavy artillery, which had +been very hesitating and uncertain during the first stages of the +attack, began to barrage the ground intensely, and continued +this fire all the night.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile close and fierce fighting was all about Poelcappelle. +English and Scottish troops entered the ruins of the village, in +spite of the waves of machine-gun bullets which girdled it, +drove the Germans out of the brewery buildings for a time, +fought their way among the brick-heaps and ruined houses, +killed many men who held out there, and with bayonet and +rifle defended themselves against counter-attacks which came +down the Poelcappelle road. It was as savage and desperate +fighting as any episode in this war at close quarters, without +mercy on either side, one man's life for another's. Our men +were reckless and fierce. They fought in small parties, with or +without officers. Ground was gained and lost by yards, and +men fought like wild beasts across the broken walls and +ditches and shell-craters which go by the name of Poelcappelle. +It was five o'clock in the evening that another strong +counter-attack by the enemy came down Poelcappelle road +and drove in our advanced posts. The brewery then became +a sort of No Man's Land—an empty shell between opposing +sides. Our men were spent after all that night and +day in the mud and all this fighting, and now dusk was +creeping down, and it was hard to see who was friend and +who was enemy among the figures that crawled about in the +slime.</p> + +<p>It was the turn for stretcher-bearers, those men who work<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[350]</a></span> +behind the fighting-lines and then come to gather up the human +wreckage off it. With great heroism they had worked all day +under heavy fire, and now went on working without thought +of self. They were visible to the enemy, and their Red Cross +armlets showed their mission. Away on the slopes of Passchendaele +his stretcher-bearers could be seen working too. One +body of 200 men came out, waving the Red Cross flag, with +stretchers and ambulances, and went gleaning in these harvest-fields, +and no shot of ours went over to them. But on our side +shots from German snipers were still flying and our stretcher-bearers +were hit. Three of them carrying one stretcher were +killed, and the officer with them directing this work near Poelcappelle +was fired with a flame of anger. He seized a Red Cross +flag and made his way very quickly over the shell-holes towards +the enemy's position, and standing there, this officer of the +R.A.M.C. shouted out a speech which rang high above the +noise of gun-fire and all the murmur of the battlefield.</p> + +<p>Perhaps what he said was quite incoherent and wild. +Perhaps no man who heard him could understand a word of +what he said, but there in the shell-holes hidden from him in the +mud were listening men with loaded rifles, and they may have +raised their heads to look at that single figure with the flag. +They understood what he meant. His accusing figure was a +message to them. After that there was no deliberate sniping of +stretcher-bearers, though they still had to go through shell-fire. +It was hard on the wounded that night. The lightly wounded +made their way back as best they could, and it was a long way +back, and a dark way back over that awful ground. God knows +how they managed it, these men with holes in their legs and +mangled arms and bloody heads. They do not know.</p> + +<p>"I thought I should never get back," said many of them +yesterday. "It was bad enough going up, when we were strong +and fit. At the end of the journey we could hardly drag our +limbs along to get near the enemy. But coming down was +worse."</p> + +<p>They fell not once but many times, they crawled through the +slime and then fell into deep pits of water with slippery sides, +so that they could hardly get out. They lay down in the mud +and believed they must die, but some spark of vitality kept +alive in them, and a great desire for life goaded them to make +another effort to go another hundred yards. They cried out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[351]</a></span> +incoherently, and heard other cries around them, but were +alone in some mud-track of these battlefields with a great +loneliness of the soul. One man told me of his night like that, +told me with strange smiling eyes that lightened up the mud +mask of his face under a steel hat that was like an earthenware +pot on his head. All the time he opened and shut his hands +very slowly and carefully, and looked at them as things separate +from himself. They had become quite dead and white in the +night, and were now getting back to life and touch from the +warmth of a brazier over which he crouched.</p> + +<p>"I crawled a thousand yards or so," he said, "and thought I +was finished. I had no more strength than a baby, and my head +was all queer and dizzy-like, so that I had uncommon strange +thoughts and saw things that weren't there. The shells kept +coming near me, and the noise of them shook inside my head so +that it went funny. For a long time while I lay there I thought +I had my chums all round me, and that made me feel a kind of +comfortable. I thought I could see them lying in the mud all +round with just their shoulders showing humped up and the +tops of their packs covered in mud. I spoke to them sometimes +and said, 'Is that you, Alf?' or 'Come a bit nearer, mate.' +It didn't worry me at first because they didn't answer. I +thought they were tired. But presently something told me I +was all wrong. Those were mud-heaps, not men. Then I felt +frightened because I was alone. It was a great, queer kind of +fear that got hold of me, and I sat up and then began to crawl +again just to get into touch with company, and I went on till +daylight came and I saw other men crawling out of shell-holes +and some of them walking and holding on to each other. So +we got back together."</p> + +<p>They came back to the field dressing-stations, where there was +warmth for them and hot drinks, and clean bandages for their +wounds; and groups of men, who had fought with the same +courage, and now, in spite of all they had endured, spoke brave +words, and said it was not the enemy that had checked them +but only the mud. Their spirit had not been beaten, for no +hardships in the world will ever break that.</p> + +<p>But while I was talking with these men a figure came and sat +on a bench among them speechless, because no one understood +his tongue. It was a wounded German prisoner, and I saw from +his shoulder-strap that he belonged to the 233rd Regiment of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[352]</a></span> +the 119th Division. Among all these men of ours who spoke +with a fine hopefulness of what they would do next time he was +hopeless. "We are lost," he said. "My division is ended. +My friends are all killed." When asked what his officers +thought, he made a queer gesture of derision, with one finger +under his nose when he says "Zut." "They think we are +'kaput' too; they only look to the end of the war."</p> + +<p>"And when do they think that will come?" He said, +"God willing, before the year ends."</p> + +<p>In civilian life he was a worker in an ammunition factory at +Thuringen, by the Black Forest. He had seen many English +there, and never thought he should fight against them one day. +His father, who is forty-seven, is in the war. He himself +looked a man of that age—old and worn, with a week's beard +on his chin; but when I asked him his age he replied, "I am +twenty-one. Last night I was twenty-one, when I lay after +three days in a shell-hole—['ein granatenloch']—and your men +helped me out because I was wounded."</p> + +<p>"What do you think of our men?" he was asked, and he said, +"They are good. Your artillery is good. It is very bad for +us. We are 'kaput.'"</p> + +<p>On one side of the fire were the men who think they are +winning, whatever checks they may have, and who always attack +with that faith in their hearts. On the other side was the man +who said "We are finished," and sat huddled up in despair. All +of them had suffered the same things.</p> + +<p>To-day the sky is clear again, and the pale gold of autumn +sunlight lies over the fields, and all the woods behind the lines +are clothed in russet foliage. It is two days late, this quiet +of the sky, and if Friday had been like this there would have been +a flag of ours on the northern heights of Passchendaele Ridge. +But still the gunners go on with their toil, those wonderful +gunners of ours, who get very little sleep and very little rest and +go down for an hour or two into a hole in the earth in those +sodden fields where all day long and all night there is the tumult +of bombardment. Piles of shells lie on the ground, heaps +around them, and behind men are labouring to bring up +more; and across the battlefields, strangely close to the actual +fighting-line, black trains go steaming along rails which +hundreds of men have risked their lives to lay a hundred yards, +so that the guns shall be fed and the gunners have no respite.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[353]</a></span> +On the left of the line there is blue among the brown of our +armies, and on the morning of the battle I saw French limbers and +transport wagons using the same tracks as our own, and heard +the rattle of the "soixante-quinze" again below Houthulst Forest, +where there are still leaves on the trees and the beauty of a +dense yellowing foliage is there beyond all those other woods +where there are only fangs and stumps of trees in the fields +where our men have fought.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 23</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The fighting yesterday east of Poelcappelle and on the right of +the French by Houthulst Forest across the Ypres-Staden +railway showed a curious inequality in the strength and determination +of the German defence. The French themselves had +easy going, swinging up from Jean Bart House across some +trench works and through a cluster of blockhouses. The +German artillery-fire was slight against them, so that their +losses are very few—though they were held a while in the centre +by machine-gun fire—and it seems likely that the French gas-shells, +fired over the enemy's batteries before the attack, had had +a paralysing effect on some of the German gunners. Whatever +the cause, there was a strange absence of high explosives, and +the line was not thickly held by the men of the 40th Division, +who have lately come from Russia. One officer and a score of +men were captured, and a number of dead lie about the blockhouses, +killed by the French bombardment. The others fled +into the forest. Behind them they left two field-guns.</p> + +<p>East of Poelcappelle and on the right of our attack the German +infantry were also weak in their resistance, and our men of the +Norfolk and Essex Regiments who advanced hereabouts did +not have much trouble with them at close quarters. What +trouble there was came from a machine-gun barrage farther +back, which whipped over the shell-craters and whistled about +the ears of our assaulting troops. The heavy gunning that we +have put over this ground for more than a week, with special +concentration on strong points like the ruined brewery outside +the scrap-heap village of Poelcappelle and the other blockhouses, +had made this area a most unhealthy neighbourhood for German +garrisons, and they had withdrawn some of their strength to +safer lines, leaving small outposts, with orders to hold out at +all costs—orders easy to give and hard to obey in the case of +men dejected and shaken by a long course of concussion and fear.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[354]</a></span></p> + +<p>A Bavarian division, the Fifth Bavarian Reserve, had been +living in those pill-boxes and shell-holes until two nights ago, +and whatever the German equivalent may be of "fed up" +they were that to the very neck. Some of our Suffolk and +Berkshire boys had taken prisoners among these Bavarians on +days and nights before the attack, and these men made no +disguise of their disgust at their conditions of life. Like other +Bavarians taken elsewhere, they complained that they were +being made catspaws of the Prussians, and put into the hottest +parts of the line to save Prussian skins. Some of the Bavarian +battalions have had an epidemic of desertion to the back areas, +in the spirit of "I want to go home." A fortnight ago there +was a case of thirteen men who set off for home. A few of them +actually reached Nuremberg, and others were arrested at Ghent.</p> + +<p>One strange and gruesome sign of trouble behind the German +firing-line was found by one of our Cameronians the other day +after an advance. It was a German officer bound and shot. +Opposite Poelcappelle the German Command thought it well to +pull out the 5th Bavarian Reserve and replace them two nights +ago by Marines of the 3rd Naval Division, who are stout fellows, +whatever their political opinions may be after the recent mutiny +at Wilhelmshaven, from which some of them have come. On +our left centre yesterday they fought hard and well, with quick +counter-attacks, but opposite Poelcappelle they did not resist +in the same way and did not come back yesterday to regain the +ground taken by our men of the Eastern Counties.</p> + +<p>The Norfolk and Essex battalions had to make their way over +bad ground. In spite of a spell of dry weather one night of rain +had been enough to turn it all to sludge again and to fill and +overflow the shell-holes, which had never dried up. The +Lekkerbolerbeek has become a marsh waist-deep for men, +not so much by rain-storms as by shell-storms which have torn +up its banks and slopped its water over the plain. Before the +attack yesterday morning our air photographs taken in very low +flights showed the sort of ground our men would have to cross. +Everywhere the shell-craters show up shinily in the aerial photographs, +with their water reflecting the light like silver mirrors. +Higher up there are floods about Houthulst Forest extending +to the place where the enemy keeps his guns behind the protection +of the water, and no lack of rain-filled shell-holes on each +side of the Ypres-Staden railway.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[355]</a></span></p> + +<p>Bad going; but our battalions went well, keeping close to +their whirlwind barrage of fire and keeping out of the water-pits +as best they could, and scrambling up again when they fell +over the slimy ground. Manchesters and Lancashire Fusiliers, +Cheshires, Gloucesters, and Royal Scots; Northumberland +Fusiliers, Suffolks and Norfolks, Essex and Berkshires—how +good it is to give those good old names—went forward +yesterday morning in the thick white mist, and took all the +ground they had been asked to take whether it was hard or easy. +It was hardest to take, and hardest to hold, on the right of +Houthulst Forest and on the left of the Ypres-Staden railway. +Here the enemy held his line in strength, and protected it with +a fierce machine-gun barrage and enfilade fire from many +batteries which were quick to get into action.</p> + +<p>Houthulst Forest, in spite of all the gas that has soaked it, +was full of German troops of the 26th Reserve Division, under +stern orders to defend it to the death, with another division in +support, and the Marines on their right. They had many +concrete emplacements in the cover of the forest, from which +they were able to get their machine-guns into play, and along +the Staden railway there were blockhouses not yet destroyed +by our bombardment, which were strongholds from which they +were not easily routed. There was hard fighting by the Royal +Scots for some huts along the railway, and after holding them +they had to withdraw in the face of a heavy counter-attack, +which the enemy at once sent down the line. Elsewhere the +Manchesters had a similar experience, coming under heavy +cross-fire and then meeting the thrust of German storm troops. +They and the Lancashire Fusiliers behaved with their usual fine +courage, and were slow to give ground at one or two points, +where they were forced to draw back two hundred yards or so. +The Cheshires and the Gloucesters were severely tried, but +the Gloucesters especially held out yesterday in an advanced +position, with the most resolute spirit against fierce attacks and +great odds, and still hold their ground. At daybreak to-day, +after all the exhaustion of yesterday and a cold wet night and +heavy fire over them, they met another attack, shattered it, and +took twenty prisoners. That is a feat of courage which only +men out here who have gone through such a day and night—and +there are many thousands of them—can properly understand +and admire. It is the courage of men tried to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[356]</a></span> +last limit of human will-power and sustained by some burning +fire of the spirit in their coldness and their weariness. The +Northumberland Fusiliers, at another part of the line, and +the Cheshires and Lancashire Fusiliers dug in round an old +blockhouse, using their rifles to break up the bodies of Germans +who tried to force through. At night, or rather at eight o'clock +last evening, when it was quite dark, the enemy regained a +post, but could do no more than that, and it was a small gain. +On the whole the progress made yesterday was good, and considering +the state of the ground, still our greatest trouble, was a +splendid feat of arms by those men of the old county regiments +who are given the honour they deserve by public mention.</p> + +<p>The enemy losses were heavy. All last week they were +heavy, owing to the ceaseless fire of our guns, and the dead that +lie about the ground of this new advance, to a thousand yards +in depth, show that his men have suffered.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XXIII</h3> + +<h3>THE CANADIANS COME NORTH</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 26</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Once again our troops, English and Canadians, have attacked +in rain and mud and mist. It is the worst of all combinations +for attack, and during the last three months, even on the +dreadful days in August never to be forgotten by Irish battalions +and Scots, they have known that combination of hostile +forces not once but many times, when victory more complete +than the fortune of war has given us yet, though we have had +victories of real greatness, hung upon the moisture in the +clouds and the difference between a few hours of sunshine and +the next storm.</p> + +<p>To-day our men of the 5th Division have again attacked +Polderhoek Château, the scene of many fights before, and +taken many prisoners from that 400 men of four German companies +who were its garrison, holding the high ruins which looked +down into swamps through which our men had to wade. They +have fought their way to the vicinity of Gheluvelt. This +ground is sacred to the memory of the British soldiers who +fought and died there three years ago. One of our airmen, +flying low through the mist and rain-squalls, is reported to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[357]</a></span> +have seen Germans running out of Gheluvelt Château, a +huddle of broken walls now after this three years' war, and +escaping down the Menin road. Nothing is very definite as I +write from that part of the line, as nothing can be seen through +the darkness of the storm and few messages come back out of the +mud and mist.</p> + +<p>Northwards the Canadians have taken many "pill-boxes" +and an uncounted number of prisoners—not easily, not without +tragic difficulties to overcome in the valleys of those miserable +beeks, which have been spilt into swamps, and up the slopes of +the Passchendaele spur, such as Bellevue, with its concrete +houses which guard the way to the crest.</p> + +<p>North still, beyond Poelcappelle, where the Broenbeek and the +Watervlietbeek intermingle their filthy waters below two spurs, +which are thrust out from the main ridge like the horns of a bull, +south of Houthulst Forest, battalions of the London Regiment +with Artists Rifles and Bedfords have attacked the enemy in his +stone forts through his machine-gun barrages and have sent +back some of their garrisons and struggled forward up the +slopes of mud in desperate endeavour. And on the left of us +this morning the French made an advance where all advance +seemed fantastic except for amphibious animals, through +swamps thigh-deep for tall men. This was west of a place +falsely named Draeibank, and surrounded by deeper floods, +which would have made the most stalwart "Poilus" sink up to +their necks, and, with their packs on, drown. It was no good +going into that, though on the right edge of the deep waters +some French companies waded through and took a blockhouse, +with a batch of prisoners and machine-guns.</p> + +<p>West of Draeibank there were several blockhouses, but their +concrete had been smashed under the French bombardments, +and those Germans who had not been killed fled behind the +shelter of the waters. Their barrage of gun-fire fell heavily +soon after the attack began by the French, but for the most +part into the floods which our "Poilu" friends did not try to +cross, so that they jeered at these water-spouts ahead of them.</p> + +<p>Our troops had a longer way to go and a worse way, and it +has been a day of hard fighting in most miserable conditions. +Their glory is that they have done these things I have named on +such a day. The marvel is to me that they were able to make +any kind of attack over such ground as this. In those vast<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[358]</a></span> +miles of slime there has been from six o'clock this morning +enough human heroism, suffering, and sacrifice to fill an epic +poem and the eyes of the world with tears. It is wonderful +what these men of ours will do. But in telling their tale +they smile a little grimly in remembrance, or say just simply: +"It was hell!"</p> + +<p>There is more in a battle than fighting. What goes before +it to make ready for the hour of attack is as vital, and demands +as much, perhaps a little more, courage of soul. Before this +battle there was much to be done, and it was hard to do. Guns +had to be moved, not far, but moved, and out of one bog into +another bog—those monsters of enormous weight, which settle +deeply into the slime. To be in time for this morning's barrage, +gunners, already worn, craving sleep and silence, dog-weary of +mud and noise after weeks and months of great battles, had to +work like Trojans divinely inspired to win another day's victory, +and they spurred themselves harder than their horses in this +endeavour. They were often under shell-fire. Not only the +gunners, but all the transport men, all the pioneers and working +parties have done their utmost. Battalions of fighting men, +busy not with their rifles but with shovels and duck-boards, +worked in the mud—mud baulking all labour, swallowing up +logs, boards, gun-wheels, shells, spades, and the legs of men, +the slime and filthy water slopping over all the material of war +urgently wanted for this morning's "show." The enemy tried +to harass the winding teams of pack-mules staggering forward +under a burden of ammunition boxes, rations, every old thing +that men want if they must fight. Those mule leaders and +transport men do not take a lower place than the infantry who +went away to-day. They took as many risks, and squared +their jaws to the ordeal of it all like those other men. The +fighting troops went marching up or driving up in the rain. +Far behind the Front the roads were filled with dense surging +traffic, which we out here will always see and hear in our dreams +after peace has come, the great never-ending tide of human life +going forward or coming back, as one body of men relieve those +who have gone before. Rain washed their faces, so that they +were red with the smart of it. It slashed down their mackintosh +capes and beat a tattoo on their steel helmets. On the tops of +London buses, the old black buses which once went pouring +up Piccadilly before they came out to these dirty roads of war,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[359]</a></span> +all the steel helmets were tilted sideways as the wind struck +aslant the muddy brown men with upturned collars on their +way up to the fighting-lines.</p> + +<p>But last night was fine. The sky cleared and the stars were +very shining. Orion's Belt was studded with bright gems. It +was like a night of frost, when the stars have a sharper gleam. +Away above the trees there was a flash of gun-fire, red spreading +lights, and sudden quick stabs of fire. The guns were getting busy +again. "A great night for bombing," said an officer; "and good +luck for to-morrow." Our night patrols were already out. +In the garden where that officer spoke there was a white +milky radiance, so that all the trees seemed insubstantial as in a +fairy grove where Titania might lie sleeping. Far off beyond +the trees was a white house, and the moonlight lay upon it, and +gave it a magic look. Perhaps the work being done inside was +the black magic of war, and men may have been bending over +maps strangely marked, and full of mystery, unless one knows +the code which deals with the winning of battles. "For once +we may have luck with the weather," said another officer. +About midnight there was a change. Great clouds gathered +across the moon. It began to rain gustily, and then settled +down to a steady, slogging downpour.</p> + +<p>Our luck with the weather went out with the stars, and this +morning when our men went away the ground was more hideous +than it has ever been this year, and that would seem a wild +exaggeration to men who tried to get through Inverness Copse +and Glencorse Wood on the wet days of August. They went +into swamps everywhere, into the zone of shell-craters newly +brimmed with water, and along tracks without duck-boards, +where men went ankle-deep, if not knee-deep or waist-deep.</p> + +<p>The enemy was expecting them. There seems no doubt of +that. An hour or so before the attack he began to barrage the +ground in some parts, and in their blockhouses the German +machine-gunners got ready to sweep the advancing battalions. +Our own barrage thundered out shortly before six from all the +guns which had got to their places after the great struggle in the +mud. On the right the ground about Polderhoek Château was +flooded down in the hollow below that ruin, which is perched up +on a rise. Our men of the 5th Division—Devons, Scottish Borderers, +Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry—were not far away +from it, a few hundred yards, but it was a difficult place to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[360]</a></span> +attack. The enemy had built concrete defences inside and +blockhouses on either side of it and in the wood behind. But +our men went very gallantly through the morass, in spite of the +machine-gun fire that swept over them, and worked on either +side of the château, closing round the blockhouse, while from the +centre they made a direct attack on the château ruins. In spite +of the foul weather, with a high wind blowing and a thick, wet +mist, our airmen went out all along the line and flew very low, +peering down at our men. One of them reported quite early +that our boys were all round Polderhoek Château, hauling out +the Huns, while bombing fights were in progress on either side of +it. Later messages confirmed this. Sixty prisoners were seen +coming back down the Menin road. A wounded German officer +said the garrison of the château was 400 men, of four companies. +It seems that they must all have been taken or killed, for later +it was established that all the blockhouses and the château had +been cleared, and our men were fighting beyond Polderhoek +Wood.</p> + +<p>Farther south there was fighting round about Gheluvelt, +by Devons and Staffords of the 7th Division, and an observer +reported that he had seen Germans running out of that château +down the high road east of it, but it seems that there were a +number of dug-outs in Gheluvelt Wood where the garrisons +held out after our advance attack had passed, and this was a +great menace to our men, so that they may have had to withdraw +in order to avoid that trap, or to keep in touch with the +troops on their right, who were held up at a couple of redoubts +in the morning.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile the fiercest battle was being fought by the Canadians +near the centre of the attack, up the slopes of Bellevue +below Goudberg (which is just west of Passchendaele), where +the enemy had long and elaborate defences of concrete, and to +the right and left of that from Vienna House, below Crest Farm +on the right, to the ground on the left beyond Wolfe Copse. It +was from the direction of Peter Pan House and Wolfe Copse that +the Canadians succeeded in getting a grasp of the Bellevue +slopes, attacking a row of concrete huts in a sunken road which +were strongly held by German machine-gunners. The enemy +counter-attacked strongly and sharply down the northern end +of the spur, and from the direction of Passchendaele, and drove +our men for a time down the slopes, though only for a time.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[361]</a></span> +Farther left there was heavy fighting round the pill-boxes. +Two of them, Moray House and Varlet House, yielded a score +or more of prisoners each, but the ground all about the left of +our attack by the Broenbeek and the Watervlietbeek was +one great deep marsh, through which the men had the utmost +difficulty in struggling.</p> + +<p>The German wounded are in a terrible condition, covered in +mud and blood, and shaking as men with ague. They are full +of despair, and their officers say that Germany is only holding +out in the hope of a U-boat victory. The German people, they +say, will suffer badly this winter from lack of food. Our +own wounded are men who seem to have come out of watery +graves, and are plastered from head to foot in a whitish +slime. In the field dressing-stations they are as patient as +after all these battles, and if in some places they had ill luck +they blame the weather for it. No words are too bad for that, +but in spite of it our men did wonders to-day.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 28</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>The most important position in the attack yesterday was +given to the Canadians to carry, and the story of their capture +of the Bellevue spur is fine and thrilling as an act of persistent +courage by bodies of men struggling against great hardships +and under great fire. Nothing that they did at Courcelette +and Vimy and round about Lens was finer than the way in +which on Friday they fought their way up the Bellevue spur, +were beaten back by an intense destructive fire, and then, +reorganizing, went back through the wounded and scaled the +slope again and drove the German machine-gunners out of +their blockhouses.</p> + +<p>I have seen those Germans as prisoners of the Canadians. +They are men of the 11th Bavarian Division, which includes +the 3rd Bavarian Infantry Regiment and two reserve infantry +regiments. The other day I wrote about undersized, half-witted +fellows who were caught by our men, and said the +German man-power must be wearing thin if they sent recruits +like this. These Bavarian soldiers are not undersized, but tall, +proper men, and stout fellows who fought hard. They carried +their mud with a certain swagger, not as men who had surrendered +easily, and were not utterly dejected, like so many +of our prisoners. They had been picked to hold Bellevue<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[362]</a></span> +because of their good moral, and they were full of confidence +in their defensive position. They were perched up above the +swamps through which our men had to wade to get at them. +They had plenty of concrete houses for their shelter, and their +machine-guns. The weather was in their favour. They +guessed that the British would try to attack them again, but +they looked at the floods and rain-clouds, and felt safe, or +pretty safe. For some reason of psychology—which is +greatly influenced by shell-fire—these men of the 11th +Bavarian Division were not mutinous against discipline +like other Bavarians, who are cursing the Prussians because +of too much fighting, and malingering, and jeering at the +officers, or refusing to go into the forward positions, like 800 +men of the 99th Reserve Infantry Regiment, who, according +to a prisoner, revolted against going into the line at Lens.</p> + +<p>"They were all sent to prison," says the man, "and seem to +have been very pleased with the change."</p> + +<p>A look at a contour map explains the reason why the 11th +Bavarians were satisfied with their defensive position at +Bellevue, on Goudberg or Meetscheele spur, which strikes out +westwards from the main Passchendaele Ridge. The deep +gully of the Ravelbeek rims below the slopes on which Bellevue +is raised, and down there there is one filthy swamp of mud and +water. On the other side of the gully is a hill which rises to +Passchendaele, and the separate hummock of Crest Farm, +south-east of that high pile of ruin, which commands the long, +wide view of the plains beyond. Bellevue on one side and +Crest Farm and Passchendaele on the other support each other +from attack, and from their blockhouses they are able to sweep +machine-gun fire upon any bodies of men advancing up either +slope. So the Australians found in the great attack on +October 12, when they had to fall back, when Passchendaele +itself was almost in their grip, because of the enfilade fire +from the ground about Bellevue, while other Australians, +trying to work up those slopes on the west side of the Ravelbeek, +were terribly scourged by the machine-gun barrage. The +Canadians knew all that. They, too, had the black luck +of that terrible twelfth of October, when English and New +Zealand and Australian troops advanced into bogs, struggled +through a sea of mud, and failed to gain a victory not by +lack of valour, for the courage of them all was almost super-human,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[363]</a></span> +or rather human as we know it in this war, but by the +sheer impossibility of getting one leg after the other in the +slime that covered all this ground.</p> + +<p>It was as bad on Friday morning—worse. The rain had +poured down all night and the shell-craters brimmed over, and +every track was so slippery that men with packs and rifles fell +at every few steps. Beyond the duck-board tracks there were +no tracks for 1500 yards, and there was a morass knee-deep +and sticky, so that men had to haul each other to get unstuck. +In the darkness and pouring rain and shell-fire it was hard +going—a nightmare of reality worse than a black dream. But +the men got to their places and lay in the mud, and hoped they +were not seen. As I said in my last message, some of them +seem to have been seen by hostile aircraft coming out before +the moon went down, and the enemy's guns ravaged the +ground searching for them.</p> + +<p>The right body of Canadian troops worked up towards Crest +Farm along the main Passchendaele Ridge—that is to say, on +the right of the Ravelbeek gully. Their ground here was very +bad, but nothing like that on the left below Bellevue. They +got close to Duck Wood, where there are a few stumps of trees +to give a meaning to the name, and on their right other troops +pushed forward towards Decline Copse, which protected their +flank. Heavy machine-gun fire came at them out of Duck +Wood, from shell-craters and "pill-boxes," and the enemy +shelled very fiercely all around with high explosives and a +great number of whiz-bangs from field-batteries very close to +them just below Passchendaele. All the Canadian soldiers +speak of these whiz-bangs, directed, after the ground was +taken, by low-flying aeroplanes, who signalled with flash-lamps +or with a round or two of machine-gun fire when they saw any +group of men. The signals were answered rapidly by a flight +of the small shells.</p> + +<p>But from a tactical point of view, apart from the hardships +and perils of the men, the situation on the Canadian right was +good. They had their ground, and would have found it easier +to hold if all had been well on the other side of the Ravelbeek +up by Bellevue. All was not well there at that time. The +Canadian troops on the left were having the same tragic adventure +as befell the Australians in the same place two weeks +before. In trying to work up beyond Peter Pan House they<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[364]</a></span> +were caught in the clutch of the mud, and moving slowly +behind their barrage came under the fire of many machine-guns +worked by those 11th Bavarians from a row of blockhouses +along the road running across the crest of the ridge, and from +other strong points above and below that line. The Canadian +Brigade made most desperate attempts to get as far as those +damnable little forts, and small parties of grim, resolute +fellows did get a footing on the higher slopes, scrambling +and stumbling and falling, with the deadly swish of bullets +about them, and those Bavarians waiting for them with their +thumbs on the triggers of their weapons behind the walls.</p> + +<p>Behind, it was difficult to get news of that heroic Canadian +Brigade. Foul mists and smoke lay low over them; no signals +or messages came back. An airman, who flew along the line to +work in contact with the guns, could see nothing at two thousand +feet, nothing when he risked his wings at a thousand feet, +nothing still on another journey at half that height. The +Canadian rockets were all wet, and no light answered the +airman's signals. Ten times he flew along the line, twice at +last within two hundred yards of the ground, when he did see +the infantry struggling through the enemy's lash of bullets. A +bit of shrapnel or shell casing smashed through the airman's +engine, and his wings were pierced. He flew in a staggering +way on our side of the lines and crashed down and got back +with his report.</p> + +<p>The next news was not good. It looked like a tragedy. +Under the continued fire the Canadian Brigade had to fall back +from Bellevue almost to their original line. It was then that +officers and men of this Canadian Brigade showed what stuff +they were made of—stuff of spirit and of body. Imagine them, +these muddy, wet men, with their ranks thinned out by losses +up those hellish slopes of Bellevue, and with all their efforts +gone to nothing as they gathered together in the mist in the +low ground again. It was enough to take the heart out of +these men. Strengthened by a small body of Canadian comrades +they re-formed and attacked again. That was great and +splendid of them. The barrage was brought back and the lines +of its shell-fire moved slowly before them again as when they +had first started. So they began all over again the struggle +through which they had already been, and went out again into +its abomination. Even now I do not know how they gained<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[365]</a></span> +success where they had failed. I doubt whether they know. +The enemy was still up the slopes and on the slopes, still protected +in his concrete, and with his machine-guns undamaged. +But these Canadians worked their way forward in small packs, +and each man among them must have been inspired by a kind +of rage to get close to the blockhouses and have done with them. +They went through those who had fallen in the first attack, +and others fell, but there was enough to close round the concrete +forts and put them out of action. The garrisons of these +places, thirty in the largest of them, fifteen to twenty in the +smaller kind, had been told to hold them until they were killed +or captured. They obeyed their orders, but preferred capture +when the Canadians swarmed about them and gave them the +choice. There were about 400 prisoners brought down from +Bellevue, and nearly all of them were taken from the blockhouses +on the way up to the crest and from a row of them along +the road which goes across the crest.</p> + +<p>It was a few hours before the enemy behind launched his +counter-attacks, after a heavy shelling of Bellevue, which he +now knew was lost to him—a bitter surprise to his regimental +and divisional commanders. It is uncertain what delayed his +counter-attacks, but the mud had something to do with it, for +on the German side as well as on ours there are swamps in +which tall men sink to their necks, and bogs in which they are +stuck to their knees, so badly that some of our prisoners lost +their boots in getting free of this grip.</p> + +<p>It was at about four o'clock in the afternoon that the first +German column tried to advance upon Bellevue from the +northern end of the spur. They were caught in our barrage +and shattered. Half an hour later another heavy attack was +delivered against the Canadians on the main Passchendaele +Ridge, and this was repulsed after close and fierce fighting, in +which fifty prisoners were taken by our side.</p> + +<p>All through the night, after those vain efforts to get back +their ground, the enemy shelled the Canadian positions heavily, +but on the left, by Bellevue, the men of that brigade, which +had done such heroic things, not only held their ground, but +went farther forward to Bellevue cross-roads, where there was +another row of blockhouses. They were abandoned by the +enemy, who had fled hurriedly, leaving behind their machine-guns +and ammunition—eighteen machine-guns on 300 yards of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[366]</a></span> +road, which shows how strongly this position was held by +machine-gun defence. Yesterday there were more counter-attacks, +but they had no success, and many lie on the ground.</p> + +<p>The price of victory for the Canadians was heavy in physical +suffering, and unwounded men as well as wounded had to +endure agonies of wetness and coldness and thirst and exhaustion. +It was only their hardness which enabled them to +endure. They lay in cold slime, and a drop of rum would have +been elixir vitæ to them. Away behind, carrying parties were +stuck in bogs as the fighting men had been stuck. Pack-mules +were floundering in shell-craters. Men were rescuing their +comrades out of pits and then sinking themselves and crying +for help. At ten yards distance no shout was heard because +of the roar of gun-fire and the howling of shells and the high +wailing of the wind.</p> + +<p>"I saw some fellows in front of me," said a wounded lad of +the Devons, "and I halloed to them because I wanted company +and a bit of help. But they didn't hear all my halloing, +and they went faster than I could, and I could not catch up +with them because my leg was bad."</p> + +<p>"It was water we wanted most," said a young Canadian, +"and some of us were four days thirsty in the front line. No +blame to anybody. It was the state of the ground."</p> + +<p>"I had a poisoned finger," said a young field-gunner, "and +my arm swelled up, but I couldn't leave the battery before the +show, as they were short-handed."</p> + +<p>Sitting round after the battle these men out of the slime, +these muddy, bloody men, spoke quietly and soberly about +things they had seen and suffered, and the tales they told +would freeze the blood of gentle souls who do not know even +now, after three years of war, what war means to the fighting +men. But as they listened to each other they nodded, as +though to say, "Yes, that's how it was," and there was no +consciousness among them of extraordinary adventures, and +neither self-glory nor self-pity. They had just done their job, +as when their wounds heal they will do it again, if fate so wills.</p> + +<p>What I have written about the Canadians is true of all +English battalions who were fighting on each side of them, and +to whom I devoted most of my message on the day of the +battle. Those London Territorials, Lancashire troops, Artists +Rifles, Bedfords, and the old county regiments of the 5th and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[367]</a></span> +7th Divisions who were fighting around Polderhoek Château +and on the way to Gheluvelt had the same sufferings, the same +difficulties in bad ground, the same ordeal of shell-fire, machine-gun +fire, and German counter-attacks. They showed the same +courage, neither more nor less, and although the capture of +Bellevue spur was the most important gain of the day, it was +only possible because the English battalions on either side kept +the enemy hotly engaged, and assaulted his lines of blockhouses +with repeated efforts. The fighting of the Artists Rifles and +Bedfords of the 63rd Division was typical of all the history of +this day in hardship and valour. Even the German officers +taken prisoners by them expressed their wonderment and +admiration. "Your men are magnificent," they said. "They +have achieved the impossible. We did not think any troops +could cross such ground." That belief was reasonable. The +stream of the Paddebeek had become a wide flood, like all the +other beeks in the fighting ground. It seemed unfordable and +impassable, and on the other side of it was the old German +trench system with machine-gun emplacements. The 63rd +plunged in, wading up to their waists, and horribly hampered +while machine-gun bullets whipped the surface of the water. +There was fierce fighting for Varlet House, a strong blockhouse, +and the Artists and Bedfords, Royal Fusiliers and +Shropshires swarmed round it, and finally routed the garrison. +Desperate attempts were made against other strong points, and +the men of the 63rd Division gained some of them, and captured +about 140 prisoners.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile on the left of our line, around the flooded areas +to the west of Houthulst Forest, the French have made great +progress on Friday and Saturday. The Belgians have made a +dash too, and there was a gallant episode, not without a gleam +of humour, when a small party of Belgian soldiers crossed the +marshes in a punt, found the ground deserted by the enemy, +and went forward at a hot pace to join up with the French in the +freshly captured village of Merckem. The French themselves +have cleared a wide tract of marsh-land during these two days' +operations, cleared it of men and cleared it of guns, which the +enemy had just time to drag away round a spit of land on +the edge of the floods. These floods are very deep and broad +above Bixschoote and below Dixmude, where the St.-Jansbeek +slopes over by Langewaade and swirls round a peninsula of mud.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[368]</a></span></p> + +<p>On Friday the French routed out the German outposts who +guarded that mud-bank, several thousands yards in length, and +yesterday made a bigger attack above St.-Jansbeek and +Draeibank. Before their gallant infantry advanced through +these bogs, for it is all a bog, the French gunners were in full +orchestra, and played a terrible symphony on the 75's and +120's. Over 160,000 shells were fired by the "soixante-quinze" +batteries at the German positions in the marshes and on the +west side of Houthulst Forest. Then under cover of this fury +of the fire the French infantry advanced in waves. In spite of +the ground they went very fast and very far, and spread out in +a fan-shaped phalanx between Merckem and Aschoop. Their +field-guns are now able to enfilade Houthulst Forest on the +western side, and the German guns north of that must be +making their escape. It is an important tactical success, +which will make Houthulst Forest less tenable by the enemy.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 30</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Following up the heroic capture of Bellevue spur, on October +26, the Canadians attacked again this morning on both sides of +the Ravelbeek, working up from Bellevue to the top of Meetscheele +spur on the left, and gaining Crest Farm on the right, up the +main ridge of Passchendaele. If this ground can be held—and +the taking is sometimes not so hard as the holding—almost +the last heights of the Passchendaele Ridge are within +our grasp, and all the desperate fighting of the last three +months or more, the great assaults on the ridges by English, +Scottish, Irish, Australian, New Zealand, and Canadian troops, +through bogs and marshes in the low ground, against concrete +blockhouses and great numbers of machine-guns, against +masses of the finest German troops fighting every yard of the +way, and against incredibly bad luck with the weather, even +as far back as August, will have given us the dominating +ground in Flanders overlooking the plains beyond.</p> + +<p>Crest Farm, on a knoll below the village of Passchendaele, is +the outer fort of Passchendaele itself, and its capture exposes +the greater fortress under the ragged ruins which stick up like +fangs on the skyline of the ridge.</p> + +<p>Without Crest Farm Passchendaele was unapproachable, +and the capture of this hummock is of historical importance. +But in order to take or hold it, as the Australians found, it was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[369]</a></span> +necessary that Bellevue and Meetscheele should also be ours. +Both heights were taken this morning by the Canadians.</p> + +<p>It was not a great battle in numbers of men, and the longest +distance to go was not more than a thousand yards, but it was a +hard battle, not won lightly, because of the desperate resistance +of the enemy, the difficulty of the ground, the badness of the +weather, and the physical hardships endured by the men. The +enemy had relieved his troops who met the Canadians' attack +on Bellevue on Friday last—the 11th Bavarian Division, who +are now said to be on their way to Italy—although I saw one +of their non-commissioned officers this morning, taken prisoner +a few hours before, after he had been lying in a shell-hole for +three days. He knew nothing about his division and nothing +about the German thrust in Italy. Nor did he care what had +happened over there, but was only glad to be out of the shell-fire +with the hope that the war would end soon, somehow and anyhow. +His division had apparently been replaced by the 238th, +a strong and well-disciplined crowd of men, who knew the value +of the Passchendaele Ridge, and fought hard this morning until +the Canadians had forced their blockhouse when the rest of +them ran back into Passchendaele.</p> + +<p>The German Command probably expected an attack this +morning. As usual, yesterday he shelled heavily over the +neighbourhood of our tracks and back areas of the battle zone +in order to hinder the getting up of supplies, and in the night +he sent out his air squadrons to bomb the country about Ypres +and try to play hell generally behind our lines. Our airmen +were about in the night too. It was the night of the full +moon, wonderfully clear and beautiful in this part of Flanders, +and many tons of explosives were dropped over enemy dumps +and batteries and routes of march. The weatherwise, who +have been gloomy souls for some weeks, and no wonder, +predicted heavy rain before the night was out, and a rising +gale of wind. They were right about the wind. It came +howling across the sea and the flats from somewhere in the +west of Ireland, but it veered to the east later in the night +and the rain held off until after midday. By that time our +attack had gone away and gained the ground; and it is in their +new positions that the Canadians and other British troops are +now suffering the foul storm, with a cold rain slashing upon +them. The night was cold for them, and they lay out in shell-holes,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[370]</a></span> +getting numbed and cramped and longing for the first +gleam of light, when they could get on the move and do this +fighting. It is the waiting which is always worst, and it was +waiting under the heavy fire of big shells and shrapnel and +whiz-bangs and gas-shells and machine-gun bursts scattered +over the sodden fields in this wet darkness without aim, but +sinister in its blind search for men. The carriers trudged +through all this, stubborn in spirit, to get up ammunition and +supplies. There was rum for the fighting men, and they thanked +God for it, because it gave them a little warmth of body and +soul in the cold quarter of an hour before an attack at dawn, +when the vitality of men is low.</p> + +<p>Some of the Canadians say that the enemy started to barrage +before our own artillery gave the signal of attack by combined +fire. Five minutes before the start, they say, hostile shell-fire +burst over them. Men get this fancy sometimes when there is +no truth in it, but it may have been true. They all agree that +the German SOS flared up instantly the attack was begun, +and that the enemy's gunners answered it without a second's +pause. At the same time many machine-guns began their sharp +tattoo from the blockhouses on the slopes above and from many +hiding-places. In front of the Princess Patricia's Light Infantry +there was a number of fanged tree-stumps called by the sylvan +name of Friesland Copse. They expected one or two machine-guns +there, but found a nest of them. It was a hornets' nest, +not easily routed out. The German machine-gunners kept up +a steady stream of bullets across their field of fire, and the +Princess Pat's suffered in trying to rush the place. Small parties +of them assaulted it with grim courage, and when they fell, or +took cover in shell-craters, others made their way forward, +trying to get round the flanks of the position. It was in that +way finally that they made the last close dash upon the emplacements +and destroyed them. Some of the German gunners +surrendered here, but not many. Hard and fierce was the +fighting at close quarters.</p> + +<p>The Canadian troops pushed on to Meetscheele village—no +village at all, as you may guess, but just a tract of shell-craters +and a few mounds of broken brick about a few concrete +chambers, with dead bodies of German soldiers lying huddled +outside the walls. That is a village in the battlefields. The +blockhouses gave trouble, for there were living men inside<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[371]</a></span> +with the usual weapon which spat out bullets. So there was +another struggle here, very fierce and bloody, and the place +was only taken by groups of men who crawled round it in the +mud, sprang at it out of shell-craters, and acted with individual +cunning and courage. That at least is how some of these men +described it this morning, when they came away with wounds. +Beyond Meetscheele was another row of blockhouses on a road, +and another fight, desperate and exhausting and bloody. But +it was from that neighbourhood that the Germans began to +run, and when they were seen running the Canadians knew that +the objectives had been won. All that was on the left of the +Ravelbeek stream, which is a No Man's Land of slime between +the slopes.</p> + +<p>On the right, which is the main Passchendaele Ridge, another +Canadian Brigade was fighting up to Crest Farm. They, +too, had to assault some "pill-boxes" and had to fight hard +for their ground, but they captured Crest Farm and the +farmer's boys, who were stalwart young Germans, and a +number of machines with which they plough the fields for the +harvest of death. These machine-guns and their ammunition +store were used against the enemy by the Canadians, and helped +to smash up the counter-attacks, which assaulted the new +positions very quickly after their capture. On the extreme +right of the Canadians the enemy opened a very heavy bombardment +from the Keifburg spur, and it was so violent that +special artillery action was called for, and a number of Australian +heavies took measures to silence these guns. The +first counter-attack developed at about eight o'clock, from +the direction of Mosselmarkt, but this was dealt with by +our guns, and did not reach the Canadian lines. Our airmen, +flying in the gale, reported groups of men retreating in a disorderly +way and the German stretcher-bearers were busy. At +about 9.30 hostile infantry in extended order were seen advancing +towards the front, and our guns again got busy. Meanwhile +the Artists, Bedfords, Royal Fusiliers, and Shropshires of the +63rd Division, and London men of the 58th Division were +fighting in the low swampy ground to the north of the Canadians. +They have had a very hard time on both sides of the Paddebeek +and in other swamps, where little isolated garrisons of the +enemy hold their "pill-boxes" in a girdle of the machine-gun +fire. The rain is now heavy, and a thick, dank mist lies over the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[372]</a></span> +fields, and what was bad ground is now worse ground. There +is no aeroplane observation this afternoon, and the Canadians, +who are holding the captured positions, can no longer be seen by +the hostile air squadrons. This morning they flew very low +over the infantry in places, dropping bombs and firing their +machine-guns at groups of men. The battle is one of those +called "a minor operation," but the ground taken by heroic +effort is the gateway to Passchendaele.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XXIV</h3> + +<h3>LONDON MEN AND ARTISTS</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">October 31</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>We still hold the high ground about Crest Farm and the Meetscheele +Spur, from which Passchendaele is only 400 or 500 yards +distant, and the Canadians have consolidated their positions +there, and with the help of the guns have beaten off the enemy's +counter-attacks. Up there the ground is dry, and the Canadian +soldiers are on sandy soil above the hideous swamps of the +valleys and beeks. The enemy's batteries are shelling our new +lines with intense fire, and are attempting as usual to harass our +tracks and artillery. To-day, after the battle, the weather is +clear and beautiful again, as it was on the day after the last +battle—a tragic irony which makes our men rather bitter with +their luck—and in the sunshine and fleecy clouds there are many +hostile aeroplanes overhead and many air combats between +their fighting-planes and ours. I saw the beginning of one +over Ypres this morning before the chase of the enemy machine +passed out of sight with a burst of machine-gun fire, and +all through the morning our anti-aircraft guns were busy +flinging white shrapnel at these birds, who came with prying +eyes over our camps, their wings all shining in the sunlight +and looking no bigger than butterflies at the height they +flew. Yesterday, during the battle, it was almost impossible +to fly, owing to the strength of the gale, and impossible to see +unless a pilot almost brushed the earth with his wings. One of +our airmen did fly as low as that, as I have told, and went ten +times on his business up and down the Canadian lines. But +elsewhere, above the dreadful swamps of the Paddebeek and the +Lekkerbolerbeek, the airmen had an almost hopeless task.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[373]</a></span></p> + +<p>It was partly owing to this that it was very difficult to get any +news of the London Territorials of the 58th Division and the +Artists, Bedfords, and others of the 63rd who went away at +the same time as the Canadians in the low ground instead of +on high ground. Even their battalion commanders, not far +behind, could see nothing of the men when the attack had +started, and could get no exact knowledge of them for many +hours. The wounded came back to give vague hints of what was +happening, but as a rule wounded men know nothing more than +their own adventures in their own track of shell-craters. Some +of them have never come back. No man knows yet what has +become of them out there. Little groups may still be holding +on to advanced posts out there in the swamps.</p> + +<p>It is idle for me to try to describe this ground again, the +ground over which the London men and the Artists had to +attack. Nothing that I can write will convey remotely the +look of such ground and the horror of it. Unless one has seen +vast fields of barren earth, blasted for miles by shell-fire, pitted +by deep craters so close that they are like holes in a sieve, and +so deep that the tallest men can drown in them when they are +filled with water, as they are now filled, imagination cannot +conceive the picture of this slough of despond into which our +modern Christians plunge with packs on their backs and faith +in their hearts to face dragons of fire a thousand times more +frightful than those encountered in the "Pilgrim's Progress." +The shell-craters yesterday were overbrimmed with water, +and along the way of the beeks, flung out of bounds by great +gun-fire, these were not ponds and pools, but broad deep lakes +in which the litter and corruption of the battlefield floated.</p> + +<p>The London Territorials had in front of them a number of +blockhouses held by the enemy's machine-gunners on each side +of the road which runs from Poelcappelle to Spriet. Far out in +front of their line was a place called Whitechapel—a curious +coincidence that Londoners should attack in its neighbourhood—and +nearer to them, scattered about in enfilade positions, were +other "pill-boxes." On hard ground in decent weather these +places could have been assaulted and—if courage counts, as it +does—taken by these splendid London lads of ours, whose spirit +was high before the battle, and who have proved their quality, +not only before in this Flanders battle, but also at Bullecourt +and other places in the line. But yesterday luck was dead<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[374]</a></span> +against them. Archangels would have needed their wings to +get across such ground, and the London men had no divine help +help in that way, and had to wade and haul out one leg after +the other from this deep sucking bog, and could hardly do that. +Hundreds of them were held in the bog as though in glue, and +sank above their waists. Our artillery barrage, which was very +heavy and wide, moved forward at a slow crawling pace, but +it could not easily be followed. It took many men an hour and +a half to come back a hundred and fifty yards. A rescue party +led by a sergeant-major could not haul out men breast high in +the bog until they had surrounded them with duck-boards and +fastened ropes to them. Our barrage went ahead and the +enemy's barrage came down, and from the German blockhouses +came a chattering fire of machine-guns, and in the great stretch +of swamp the London men struggled.</p> + +<p>And not far away from them, but invisible in their own trouble +among the pits, the Artists Rifles, Bedfords, and Shropshires +were trying to get forward to other blockhouses on the way to +the rising ground beyond the Paddebeek. The Artists and +their comrades were more severely tried by shell-fire than the +Londoners. No doubt the enemy had been standing at his +guns through the night, ready to fire at the first streak of dawn, +which might bring an English attack, or the first rocket as a +call to them from the garrisons of the blockhouses. A light +went up, and instantly there roared out a great sweep of fire +from heavy batteries and field-guns; 4·2's and 5·9's fell densely +and in depth, and this bombardment did not slacken for hours. +It was a tragic time for our valiant men, struggling in the slime +with their feet dragged down. They suffered, but did not +retreat. No man fell back, but either fell under the shell-fire +or went on. Some groups of London lads were seen going over +a little rise in the ground far ahead, but no more has been heard +of them. Some of them got as far as the blockhouses, assaulted +them without any protective fire from our artillery, because the +barrage was ahead, and captured them. By this wonderful +courage in the worst and foulest conditions that may be known +by fighting men they took Noble's Farm and Tracas Farm.</p> + +<p>It was by this latter farm that an heroic act was done by a +young London lieutenant—one of those boys of ours who heard +the call to the colours and went quickly round to the nearest +recruiting office, not knowing what war was, but eager to offer<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[375]</a></span> +his youth. He knew the full meaning of war yesterday by +the concrete blockhouse on the Tracas road. He had a group +of men with him, his own men from his own platoon, and he +asked them to stick it out with him. They stuck it out until +all were killed or wounded, and the last of them still standing +was this lieutenant. I do not know if even he was standing +at the end, for he had been wounded. He had been wounded +not once only, but eight times, and still he asked his men +to stick it out with him, and at last fell among them, and +so was picked up by the stretcher-bearers when they came +searching round this place under heavy fire, and found all the +men lying there.</p> + +<p>There was a queer kind of road going nowhere and coming +from nowhere east of Papa House. For some time before the +battle Germans were seen coming out of it, remarkably clean, +and not like men who have been living in mud-holes. It is a +concrete street tunnelled and apertured for machine-guns, and +bullets poured from it yesterday, and the London lads had a +hard time in front of it. The London Regiment and the +Royal Fusiliers who fought this battle, and not far from them +were the Artists Rifles—the dear old "Artists" who in the +old Volunteer days looked so dandy in their grey and silver +across the lawns of Wimbledon. They suffered yesterday in +hellish fire, and made heavy sacrifices to prove their quality. +It was a fight against the elements, in league with the German +explosives, and it was a frightful combination for the boys of +London and the clean-shaven fellows of the Naval Brigade, +who looked so splendid on the roads before they went into this +mud. They did not gain all their objectives yesterday, but +what glory there is in human courage in the most fiery ordeal +they gained eternally.</p> + +<p>The gunners were great too. They were in the mud like the +infantry in some places. They were heavily shelled, and the +transport men and gun-layers and gunner officers had to get a +barrage down when it was difficult to stand steady in the bogs. +They have done this not for one day and night but for many +days and nights, and the strain upon them has been nerve-racking. +After the last battle, when the Londoners were +relieved and marched down past the guns, they cheered those +gunners who had answered their signals and given them great +bombardment and worked under heavy fire. I think the cheers<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[376]</a></span> +of those mud- and blood-stained men to the London gunners ring +out in an heroic way above the noise and tragedy of battle.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>XXV</h3> + +<h3>THE CAPTURE OF PASSCHENDAELE</h3> + + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">November 6</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>It is with thankfulness that one can record to-day the capture +of Passchendaele, the crown and crest of the ridge which made a +great barrier round the salient of Ypres and hemmed us in the +flats and swamps. After an heroic attack by the Canadians +this morning they fought their way over the ruins of Passchendaele +and into ground beyond it. If their gains be held the +seal is set upon the most terrific achievement of war ever +attempted and carried through by British arms.</p> + +<p>Only we out here who have known the full and intimate +details of that fighting, the valour and the sacrifice which have +carried our waves of men up those slopes, starting at Messines +and Wyschaete at the lower end of the range in June last, +crossing the Pilkem Ridge in the north, and then storming the +central heights from Westhoek to Polygon Wood through +Inverness Copse and Glencorse Wood, from Zonnebeke to +Broodseinde, from the Gavenstafel to Abraham Heights, from +Langemarck to Poelcappelle, can understand the meaning of +to-day's battle and the thrill at the heart which has come to all +of us to-day because of the victory. For at and around Passchendaele +is the highest ground on the ridge, looking down +across the sweep of the plains into which the enemy has been +thrust, where he has his camps and his dumps, where from this +time hence, if we are able to keep the place, we shall see all his +roads winding like tapes below us and his men marching up +them like ants, and the flash and fire of his guns and all the +secrets of his life, as for three years he looked down on us and +gave us hell.</p> + +<p>What is Passchendaele? As I saw it this morning through +the smoke of gun-fire and a wet mist it was less than I had seen +before, a week or two ago, with just one ruin there—the ruin +of its church—a black mass of slaughtered masonry and nothing +else, not a house left standing, not a huddle of brick on that +shell-swept height. But because of its position as the crown +of the ridge that crest has seemed to many men like a prize for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[377]</a></span> +which all these battles of Flanders have been fought, and to get +to this place and the slopes and ridges on the way to it, not +only for its own sake but for what it would bring with it, great +numbers of our most gallant men have given their blood, and +thousands—scores of thousands—of British soldiers of our own +home stock and from overseas have gone through fire and water, +the fire of frightful bombardments, the water of the swamps, +of the beeks and shell-holes, in which they have plunged and +waded and stuck and sometimes drowned. To defend this +ridge and Passchendaele, the crest of it, the enemy has massed +great numbers of guns and incredible numbers of machine-guns +and many of his finest divisions. To check our progress +he devised new systems of defence and built his concrete +blockhouses in echelon formation, and at every cross-road, +and in every bit of village or farmstead, and our men had to +attack that chain of forts through its girdles of machine-gun +fire, and, after a great price of life, mastered it. The weather +fought for the enemy again and again on the days of our attacks, +and the horrors of the mud and bogs in this great desolation of +crater-land miles deep—eight miles deep—over a wide sweep of +country, belongs to the grimmest remembrances of every soldier +who has fought in this battle of Flanders. The enemy may +brush aside our capture of Passchendaele as the taking of a +mud-patch, but to resist it he has at one time or another put +nearly a hundred divisions into the arena of blood, and the +defence has cost him a vast sum of loss in dead and wounded. +I saw his dead in Inverness Copse and Glencorse Wood, and +over all this ground where the young manhood of Germany lies +black and in corruption. It was not for worthless ground that +so many of them died and suffered great agonies, and fought +desperately and came back again and again in massed counter-attacks, +swept to pieces by our guns and our rifle-fire. +Passchendaele is but a pinprick on a fair-sized map, but so +that we should not take it the enemy had spent much of his +man-power and his gun-power without stint, and there have +flowed up to his guns tides of shells almost as great as the tides +that flowed up to our guns, and throughout these months he has +never ceased, by day or night, to pour out hurricanes of fire +over all these fields, in the hope of smashing up our progress. +A few days ago orders were issued to his troops. They were +given in the name of Hindenburg. Passchendaele must be +held at all costs, and, if lost, must be recaptured at all costs.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[378]</a></span> +Passchendaele has been lost to the enemy to-day, and if we +have any fortune in war, it will not be retaken.</p> + +<p>The Canadians have had more luck than the English, New +Zealand and Australian troops who fought the battles on the way +up with most heroic endeavour, and not a man in the Army will +begrudge them the honour which they have gained, not easily, +not without the usual price of victory, which is some men's +death and many men's pain. For several days the enemy has +endeavoured to thrust us back from the positions held round +Crest Farm and on the left beyond the Paddebeek, where all +the ground is a morass. The Artists and Bedfords who fought +there on the left on the last days of last month had a very hard +and tragic time, but it was their grim stoicism in holding on to +exposed outposts—small groups of men under great shell-fire—which +enabled the Canadians this morning to attack from a +good position. A special tribute is due to two companies of +Shropshires who, with Canadian guides, worked through a +woodland plantation, drove a wedge into enemy territory, and +held it against all attempts to dislodge them.</p> + +<p>Heavy German counter-attacks were made during the past +few days to drive us off Crest Farm and the Meetscheele spur, +but they only made a slight lodgment near Crest Farm and were +thrust back with great loss to themselves. Meanwhile there +was the usual vast activity on our side in making tracks and +carrying railroads a few hundred yards nearer, and hauling +forward heavy guns out of the slough in which they were deeply +sunk, and carrying up stores of ammunition and supplies for +men and guns, and all this work by pioneers and engineers and +transport men and infantry was done under infernal fire and in +deep mud and filth. Last night the enemy increased his fire as +though he guessed his time was at hand, and all night he flung +down harassing barrages and scattered shells from his heavies +and used gas-shells to search and dope our batteries, and tried +hard by every devilish thing in war to prevent the assembly of +troops. The Canadians assembled—lying out in shell-craters +and in the deep slime of the mud, and under this fire, and though +there were anxious hours and a great strain upon officers and +men, and many casualties, the spirit of the men was not broken, +and in a wonderful way they escaped great losses. It was a +moist, soft night, with a stiff wind blowing. The weather +prophets in the evening had shaken their heads gloomily and +said, "It will rain, beyond all doubt." But luck was with our<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[379]</a></span> +troops for once, and the sun rose in a clear sky. There +was a great beauty in the sky at daybreak, and I thought +of the sun of Austerlitz and hoped it might presage victory +for our men to-day. Beneath the banks of clouds, all dove-grey, +like the wings of birds, the sun rose in a lake of +gold, and all the edges of the clouds were wonderfully +gleaming. The woods in their russet foliage were touched +with ruddy fires, so that every crinkled leaf was a little +flame. The leaves were being caught up by the wind and +torn from their twigs and scattered across the fields, and the +wet ditches were deep with leaves that had fallen and reddened +in last week's rain. But it was the light of the dawn that gave a +strange spiritual value to every scene on the way to the battlefield, +putting a glamour upon the walls of broken houses and +shining mistily in the pools of the Yser Canal and upon its +mud-banks, and the strange little earth dwellings which our +men once used to inhabit along its line of dead trees, with their +trunks wet and bright. When I went up over the old battlefields +this glory gradually faded out of the sky, and the clouds +gathered and darkened in heavy grey masses and there was a +wet smell in the wind which told one that the prophets were +not wrong about the coming of rain. But the duck-boards +were still dry and it made walking easier, though any false +step would drop one into a shell-crater filled to the brim with +water of vivid metallic colours, or into broad stretching bogs +churned up by recent shell-fire and churned again by shells +that came over now, bursting with a loud roar after their long +high scream, and flinging up water-spouts after their pitch into +the mud. The German long-range guns were scattering shells +about with blind eyes, doing guesswork as to the whereabouts +of our batteries, or firing from aeroplane photographs to tape +out the windings of our duck-board tracks and the long straight +roads of our railway lines. For miles along and around the +same track where I walked, single files of men were plodding +along, their grey figures silhouetted where they tramped on the +skyline, with capes blowing and steel hats shining. Every +minute a big shell burst near one of these files, and it seemed +as if some men must have been wiped out, but always when the +smoke cleared the line was closed up and did not halt on its +way. The wind was blowing, but all this grey sky overhead +was threaded through with aeroplanes—our birds going out to +the battle. They flew high, in flights of six, or singly at a swift<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[380]</a></span> +pace, and beneath their planes our shells were in flight from +heavy howitzers and long-muzzled guns whose fire swept our +with blasts of air and smashed against one's ears. Out of the +wild wide waste of these battlefields with their dead tree-stumps +and their old upheaved trenches, and litter of battle, and endless +craters out of which the muddy water slopped, there rose a +queer big beast, monstrous and ungainly as a mammoth in the +beginning of the world's slime. It was one of our "sausage" +balloons getting up for the morning's work. Its big air-pockets +flapped like ears, and as it rose its body heaved and swelled.</p> + +<p>It was beyond the line of German "pill-boxes" captured in +the fighting on the way to the Steenbeek, and now all flooded +and stinking in its concrete rooms, that I saw Passchendaele this +morning. The long ridge to which the village gives its name +curved round black and grim below the clouds, right round to +Polygon Wood and the heights of Broodseinde, a long formidable +barrier, a great rampart against which during these four months +of fighting our men flung themselves, until by massed courage, +in which individual deeds are swallowed up so that the world +will never know what each man did, they gained those rolling +slopes and the hummocks on them and the valleys in between, +and all their hidden forts. Below the ridge all our field-guns +were firing, and the light of their flashes ran up and down like +Jack o' Lanterns with flaming torches. Far behind me were our +heavy guns, and their shells travelled overhead with a great beating +of the wind. In the sky around was the savage whine of German +shells, and all below the Passchendaele Ridge monstrous shells +were flinging up masses of earth and water, and now and +then fires were lighted and blazed and then went out in wet +smoke.</p> + +<p>The Canadians had been fighting in and beyond Passchendaele. +They had been fighting around the village of Mosselmarkt, +on the Goudberg spur. It was reported they had +carried all their objectives and were consolidating their defences +for the counter-attacks which were sure to come. The enemy +had put a new division into the line before our attack, a division +up from the Champagne, and, judging from the prisoners taken +to-day, a smart, strong, and well-disciplined crowd of men. But +they did not fight much as soon as the Canadians were close +up on them. The Canadian fighting was chiefly through shell-fire +which came down heavily a minute or so after our drum-fire +began, and against machine-gun fire which came out of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[381]</a></span> +blockhouses in and around Passchendaele, from the cellars there, +and other cellars at Mosselmarkt.</p> + +<p>The Canadians on the right were first to get to Passchendaele +Church. Wounded men say they saw the Germans running +away as they worked round the church. On the left the +Canadians had farther to go, but wave after wave of them +closed in and got into touch with their right wing. The +enemy's machine-gun fire was very severe, especially from a +long-range barrage, but there was little hand-to-hand fighting +in Passchendaele, and the men who did not escape surrendered +and begged for mercy. Up to the time I write I have no +knowledge of any counter-attack, but it was reported quite +early in the morning that there were masses of Germans packed +into shell-holes on the right of the village, and others have been +seen assembling on the roads to the north of Passchendaele. +The Canadians believe they will hold their gains. If they do, +their victory will be a fine climax to these long battles in +Flanders, which have virtually given us the great ridge, all but +some outlying spurs of it, and the command of the plains +beyond.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class="right"> +<span class="smcap">November 7</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>Hindenburg's command that Passchendaele must be held at +all costs, or if lost retaken at all costs, has not so far been fulfilled +by the Eleventh Prussian Division which garrisoned the crest +of the great ridge. Passchendaele and the high ground about +it is firmly ours, and as yet there have been only a few feeble +attempts at counter-attacks by the enemy. Why there was no +strong and well-organized counter-attack is a mystery to the +German officers and men taken prisoner by us, and especially to +two battalion commanders whom I saw marching down to-day +behind our lines at the head of a small party of Prussian soldiers.</p> + +<p>One of the German colonels was the commander of the +support battalion. He had apparently come up to Passchendaele +the night before to confer with the commander of the front +line. Now from six o'clock yesterday morning until four o'clock +in the afternoon he sat, with his brother-officer and four or five +men, in that little stone house which was already their prison +and might be their tomb. For some queer reason this pill-box +of theirs, or dose-box as the Canadians call it, was overlooked +by the assaulting troops. As no machine-gun fire came from it, +it was passed by, perhaps as an empty house, and the moppers-up +did not trouble about it. The commander of the support line,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[382]</a></span> +a tall, bearded man, very handsome and soldierly as I saw him +to-day, urged the other commanding officer, a younger, weaker-looking +man, to stay quiet and await the counter-attack. "Our +men are sure to come," he said, "and then we shall be rescued."</p> + +<p>But hour after hour passed following the British attack at +dawn, and there was no sign of advancing Germans or of retreating +Canadians. Imagine the nervous strain of those two men, +and of the soldiers who sat watching them and listening to their +conversation, as it could be heard through the crashing of shells +outside. At four o'clock neither of these battalion commanders +could endure the situation longer.</p> + +<p>"If we stay here they will kill us when they find us," said +the tall, bearded man. "It is better to give ourselves up now," +they decided. So they have told their own story, and at four +o'clock they went outside and crossed a few yards of ground, +until they were seen by some of the Canadians, and raised their +hands as a sign of surrender.</p> + +<p>It may have been that the absence of the commander of the +support line was the reason for the poor effort made to counter-attack +yesterday after the Canadian assault had swept through +Passchendaele and on the right and on the left had fought +along the crest of the Goudberg spur through Meetscheele and +Mosselmarkt. I think there must have been other reasons, +but whether or no it is certain that no big attack developed. +Groups of men were seen assembling yesterday at various places +to the north of Passchendaele, but these were scattered by our +gun-fire. Other groups were seen to the north of Mosselmarkt +on the left, but these were also broken up and did not draw near. +One officer tried to get up his men, but when he saw there +was no support, and that our shell-fire was heavy, he retired, and +a few of his men were taken prisoners. After fierce gun-fire +yesterday afternoon all along the crest of the ridge, the enemy's +bombardment slackened off, and the night was quieter than +the Canadians had expected, though Passchendaele and its +neighbourhood could not be called a really quiet spot.</p> + +<p>I have told already in my message yesterday the general +outline of the Canadian attack, which has won ground for which +so many thousands of our men have been fighting, up the +slopes and through the valleys along the spurs, and since the +beginning of the battle of Flanders, until only this crown at the +northern end of the ridge remained to be dragged from the +enemy's grasp. In Passchendaele itself the Prussian garrison<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[383]</a></span> +did not fight very stubbornly, but fled, if the men had any +chance, as soon as the Canadians were sighted at close quarters. +In spite of the severe machine-gun fire the Canadian advance +on that right wing was rapid and complete, and they sent back +about 230 prisoners from the blockhouses and cellars and shell-craters +during the morning. The action was more difficult on +the left, up from Meetscheele to Mosselmarkt and Goudberg, +a distance of more than a thousand yards, and a farther objective +than that of their comrades on the right. The Canadians +here on the left were confronted with a difficult problem, owing +to the nature of the ground. Below the Goudberg spur on its +western side was the horrible swamp into which the Artists, +Bedfords, and others had plunged when they made their desperate +attack in the last days of October. The enemy had +outposts in these marshes at Vine Cottage—a sweet, pitiful name +for such a place—and Vanity Farm. For a time they had thrust +a wedge into our line here on the left of the Canadians between +Source Trench and Source Farm, but, as I have already told, an +heroic little attack by English and Canadian troops drove them +out before yesterday's battle, and these small groups of men +held on grimly under great difficulties, quite isolated in their +bog. It was necessary to capture Vine Cottage in order to +defend the Canadian left flank in this last attack, and for that +purpose a small body of Canadians were sent off the night before +last to seize it and hold it, while the main assault of the Canadian +left wing, avoiding the swamp altogether there, was to attack +along the Goudberg spur. This plan of action was carried out, +but not without hard fighting round Vine Cottage in the swamp. +All day yesterday there was very little news of that fight, for a +long time no news. The headquarters of the brigade was having +a hard time under intense shell-fire, and had lost many signallers +and runners. The men in the swamp had no communication +with the rest of the battle-front, and fought their fight +alone and unseen. It was a hard and bloody little action. The +German garrison of Vine Cottage fought with great courage and +desperately, not making any sign of surrender, and using their +machine-guns savagely. By working through the swamp and +getting on short rushes to close quarters, the Canadians were +able at last to close round this blockhouse and storm it. The +survivors of the garrison then surrendered, and they numbered +forty men. Meanwhile on the high road of Goudberg the main +left wing of the Canadian troops took the ground that was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[384]</a></span> +once Meetscheele village in their first wave of assault, and afterwards +closed round Mosselmarkt. Here in the desert of shell-craters +and wreckage there were some concrete cellars and forts, +one of them being used as a battalion headquarters and another +as a field dressing-station. Over a hundred prisoners were +gathered in from this neighbourhood, not in big batches, but +scattered about the ground in shell-craters and cellars. Three +German field-guns were captured, with other trophies, including +stores of ammunition. It will never be known how many +prisoners were taken yesterday. Many of them never reached +our lines, and never will. They were killed by their own +barrage-fire, which swept over all this territory when the +enemy knew that he had lost it. Rain fell in the afternoon, +and more heavily to-day, in sudden storms which are broken +through at times by bursts of sunshine gleaming over all +the wet fields, so that there is far visibility until the next +storm comes and all the landscape of war is veiled in mist. +It is a dreary and tragic landscape, and though I have seen +four autumns of war and the long, wet winters of this Flemish +country, the misery of it and the squalor of it struck me +anew to-day, as though I saw it with fresh eyes. In all this +country round Ypres, still the capital of the battlefields, +holding in its poor, stricken bones the soul of all this tragedy, +and still shelled—yesterday very heavily—by an enemy who +even now will not let its dust alone, there is nothing but destruction +and the engines of destruction. The trees are smashed, +and the ground is littered with broken things, and the earth is +ploughed into deep pits and furrows by three years of shell-fire, +and it is all oozy and liquid and slimy.</p> + +<p>Our Army is like an upturned ant-heap in all this mud, and +in the old battle-grounds they have dug themselves in and built +little homes for themselves and settled down to a life of industry +between one shell-crater and another, and one swamp and +another, for the long spell of winter warfare which has now +enveloped them, and while they are waiting for another year +of war, unless Peace comes with the Spring.</p> + + +<div class="center"> +PRINTED AT THE COMPLETE PRESS<br /> +WEST NORWOOD LONDON +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3> +<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p> + +<p>Thought breaks have been used consistently before a section that starts +with a new date.</p> + +<p>Captions have been added to most of the maps.</p> + +<p>High-resolution images of the maps can be accessed by clicking on them.</p> + +<p>Hyphens added: battle-ground (p. 174), pock-marked (p. 243), bog-land +(p. 243), hop-fields (page 257), water-spouts (p. 379).</p> + +<p>Hyphens removed: skyline (p. 141), blockhouse (p. 243), armpits +(p. 331).</p> + +<p>Page 58: "wooded" changed to "wooden" (his wooden bridges).</p> + +<p>Page 62: "Oberlieutenant" changed to "Oberleutnant".</p> + +<p>Page 82: "penumonia" changed to "pneumonia" (died of weakness and +pneumonia).</p> + +<p>Page 150: "Tilloy-les-Mufflains" changed to "Tilloy-les-Mufflaines".</p> + +<p>Page 160: "highly" changed to "lightly" (proportion of highly wounded).</p> + +<p>Page 163: "Spanbeckmolen" changed to "Spanbroekmolen".</p> + +<p>Page 203: "Blaupoortbeek" changed to "Blawepoortbeek".</p> + +<p>Page 222: "büer" changed to "über" (Viel tausend über Nacht) and +"durich den Frühlinges jubel" changed to "durch den Frühlingesjubel".</p> + +<p>Page 246: "deadful" changed to "dreadful" (their dreadful night).</p> + +<p>Page 269: "Thiépval" changed to "Thiepval".</p> + +<p>Page 323: "matellic" changed to "metallic" (metallic tinkling sound).</p> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917, by +Philip Gibbs + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FROM BAPAUME TO *** + +***** This file should be named 35403-h.htm or 35403-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/3/5/4/0/35403/ + +Produced by Moti Ben-Ari and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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