Combed Out.
by Fritz August Voigt.
I
SQUAD DRILL
Our Sergeant looked at us contemptuously and we looked anxiously back at him. Then he gave his first instructions:
"Now I"m goin" ter show yer "ow ter do squad drill. It"s quite heasy--yer"ve only got ter use a bit o" common sense an" do hexac"ly as I tell yer. Now we"ll start wi" the turns. When I gives the order Right Turn, yer turn ter yer right on yer right "eel an" yer left toe. When I gives the order Left Turn, yer turn on yer left "eel an" yer right toe.
Now just "ave a try an" see if yer can do it.--Squad!--now when I shouts Squad it"s a word o" warnin", an" it means I want yer ter be ready ter go through yer evverlutions. Now then, yer s"posed ter be standin" to attention. That"s not the way ter stand to attention--yer want ter use some common sense--when yer stand to attention, yer stand wi" yer chest out, yer stomach in, yer "eads erect an" facin" to yer front, yer shoulders straight, an" yer "ands "angin" down by yer sides wi" yer thumbs along the seams o" yer trousers. Now then, Squad! Stand at Ease!... When I gives the order Stand at Ease, yer places yer feet about eighteen inches apart an" yer clasps yer "ands be"ind yer backs, yer right "and inside yer left, but yer mustn"t look round or talk until I shouts Stand Easy! Now then, Stand at Ease!"
We obeyed the command with fair smartness, only a few stood awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do with their hands or doubtful whether their feet were really eighteen inches apart.
"That ain"t so bad for a first shot," said the Sergeant, to our great relief. "Now, remember what I told yer about standin" to attention--when I gives the order Tshn! yer all springs smartly to attention. Now then, Squad--Tshn!... No, no, I wants it done smarter"n that. Stand at Ease!
Now then, try agin: Tshn!--No, no, that ain"t "alf smart enough. Try agin. Stand at Ease!--Tshn! That"s a bit better, it wants a lot o"
improvin" though. Still, yer only a lot o" rookeys [recruits] an" yer can"t learn everythink all at once. Now we"ll "ave a bit of a change an" try the turns."
We turned to the right, the left, and the right-about. We were all depressed or resentful and thinking of home. We performed the movements mechanically and repeated the same mistakes time after time. The Sergeant was losing patience. He glared at us and bawled out his orders.
But the hour came to an end and we were dismissed for breakfast.
The breakfast interval seemed to pa.s.s like a flash. We were back on the parade ground, standing at ease. Another Sergeant approached us and yelled "Number Four Squad--Tshn!" We sprang to attention and stood rigidly erect, not daring to move. The roll was called and then the weary round of drill began again.
We marched up and down in response to commands that were barked at us in a sharp ringing voice. As the minutes and hours crept along we became sore-footed and thirsty, for the ground was hard and the sun very hot.
From time to time we were allowed a brief respite. We would then sit down on the parched gra.s.s and feel the stiffness of our limbs and the burning in our flushed faces.
We learned to "form fours" and to "form two deep." We formed fours again and again, but someone was sure to make a mistake every time. Our Sergeant shouted abuse at us, but no one cared. We pa.s.sed on to other movements. We "changed direction to the right" or to the left, we "formed squad," we advanced, we retired, we wheeled and turned and gyrated. The stultifying occupation dragged on as though it would never cease. Our sore feet, our aching limbs, the burning sun, and our clothes clammy with perspiration maddened us. Suddenly the man next to me began to sniff and a tear rolled down his cheeks. Our Sergeant observed him and shouted "Halt!" and said:
"Don"t take it ter "eart, yer"ll soon get used to it. I know it"s b.l.o.o.d.y awful at first. Fall out an" sit down a bit."
The man--a tall, elderly fellow, with dark hair and bushy eyebrows--left the ranks and flung himself down in the gra.s.s, sobbing violently.
"Pore bloke, "tain"t orften they"re took as bad as that."
Five minutes ago we hated our Sergeant, but this sudden revelation of humanity on his part changed our att.i.tude so completely that we felt ready to die for him. Moreover the interruption had distracted us, and the next half-hour pa.s.sed very quickly. But gradually our physical discomfort rea.s.serted itself. When at last the morning"s drill was over we were so dispirited that we hardly felt any relief. We received the order "Dismiss," and flocked towards the mess-room where we formed a long queue.
We filed slowly in and pa.s.sed by a trestle on which three foot-baths were standing. We held out our plates while a soldier in a grimy uniform ladled cabbage, meat and a greasy liquid on to them. We sat down on benches in front of tables that were littered with potato-peel, bits of fat, and other refuse. We were packed so closely together that we could hardly move our elbows. The rowdy conversation, the foul language, and the smacking of lips and the loud noise of guzzling added to the horror of the meal.
I was so repelled that I felt sick and could not eat. I sat back on the bench and waited. I observed that the man sitting opposite was watching me intently. Suddenly he asked: "Don"t yer want it, mate?" I said "No,"
whereupon he exclaimed eagerly, "Giss it." A b.e.s.t.i.a.l, gloating look came into his face as he seized my plate and splashed the contents on to his own, so that the gravy overflowed and ran along the table in a thin stream. He took the piece of meat between his thumb and his fork and, tearing off big shreds with his teeth, gobbled them greedily down.
We washed our plates outside the mess-room in a metal bath that held two or three inches of warm water. Others had used it before us, and it was thick with grease and little fragments of cabbage and fat were floating about in it. From a nail in the wall a torn shred of a disused woollen pant was hanging. It was black and glistening, for it had already been used times without number. Some of the men wiped their plates on it, but others preferred to rub them with earth and then clean them with a bunch of fresh gra.s.s from a patch of lawn near by.
Then, to our dismay, the bugle sounded. We were back on the parade ground, but no Sergeant took charge of us. Instead there appeared a man without a cap and wearing a jersey. He was of colossal size. He had coa.r.s.e, brutal features. He was our physical drill instructor.
He scowled darkly at us for a short while. Then he looked at one man after the other. His eyes rested on me. I wondered what was the matter.
I was kept in suspense for a brief s.p.a.ce and then he roared like a bull, "Take those b.l.o.o.d.y gla.s.ses orf," as though the wearing of gla.s.ses were a crime against humanity. I took them off and put them into my pocket. The instructor gave me a savage look and then bawled out a number of commands in rapid succession--so rapid that we were unable to follow any of them. We stood still and felt uncomfortable, not knowing what to do.
There was an embarra.s.sing pause, and then he thundered:
"b.l.o.o.d.y lot o" fools--gorne to sleep "ave yer? Don"t try any o" yer tricks on me. I ain"t "avin" any. _I"ll_ smarten yer up a bit--by Gawd--I"ll break yer bleed"n" "earts afore I"ve done wi" yer--by Gawd I will. When I tells yer ter do a thing yer"ve got ter _do_ it, else there"ll be trouble, Gawd strike me blind. Now then, let"s see what yer can do."
He gave his orders more slowly and performed each movement himself while we imitated him as best we could. We jumped and ran, we bent our bodies, and threw back our heads, we stretched our arms, we rose on our toes, we flopped down on to the ground and got up again with lightning rapidity.
We ran to and fro until we were breathless. Mistakes were frequent, and whenever a mistake was made the instructor would stride up to the culprit with bared teeth and clenched fist and bellow contemptuous and filthy abuse at him. Not one of us had the courage to remonstrate.
Suddenly our tyrant looked at his watch, and, to our immense satisfaction, walked off without saying a word.
We remained standing irresolutely for a while and then sat down on the gra.s.s one after another. It was not long before a Sergeant came up and said he was going to give us saluting drill.
"On the order "Right "and Ser-loot," yer bring up yer right "and to the peak o" yer cap an" turn yer "ead sharply to yer left an" "old it there while I counts six paces. At the end o" the six paces yer cuts yer "and away an" brings it smartly dahn ter yer side an" looks to yer front.
Squad--Tshn! By the Right, Quick March!... Right "and, Ser-loot!"
Up went our right hands and our heads turned smartly to the left, while the Sergeant shouted, "One, two, three, four, five, six, _Dahn!_"
whereupon we brought our hands smartly down to our sides and turned our heads to the front again. We marched to and fro saluting imaginary officers with our left hands, it may have been twenty times, it may have been fifty, we were so overcome with infinite boredom that we regarded everything with complete apathy and could not trouble to count. Then, by way of variety, we saluted with our right hands, and some more dreary minutes pa.s.sed by. Then we stood to attention and saluted to the front.
Finally, in order to complete our mastery of the art, each man had to leave the ranks in turn and salute the Sergeant in pa.s.sing. Some of us did so clumsily and incorrectly and were sent back in order to repeat the performance.
Although each one dreaded his own turn, lest he should make himself look ridiculous, yet the mistakes made by the others were greatly enjoyed, so that when five or six men saluted without a single error there was general disappointment. But consolation was at hand, for the next man walked past the Sergeant with trembling knees. He was so hampered by nervous fright that he saluted awkwardly and with the wrong hand. There was loud laughter and the Sergeant, simulating an outburst of intense fury, roared at the unfortunate man, "Use a bit o" common sense, can"t yer! Yer in the bleed"n" army now, yer not at "ome wi" a nurse to look arter yer! Get back an" b.l.o.o.d.y well do it agin!" The man"s nervousness increased, his mouth was open and his eyes were staring. With a violent effort of the will he mastered his fear and saluted correctly although in a grotesque and ungainly fashion.
We began to pity him, but one of our number, a man with long arms, a low forehead, and a protruding jaw, shouted, "Make "im do it agin, Sergeant."
The Sergeant swung round and bellowed--he was really angry this time:
"What"s the matter wi" yer? "Oo told you to interfere? Mind yer own b.l.o.o.d.y business! Come an" do it yerself an" show us what yer made of."
We applauded this utterance, while the nervous individual slunk back in the ranks, thankful that attention had been distracted from him. The man addressed stepped out with swaggering alacrity. We hoped he would make a mistake and were ready to jeer and laugh at him. But to our great annoyance his salute was perfect, affectedly perfect. As he came back to the ranks he leered horribly at the Sergeant and then looked at us with a smirk of triumph and self-congratulation.
More men were called out, one after the other, but as there were no further displays of pitiable shyness or nervous embarra.s.sment (although errors were frequent) the proceedings began to bore us intensely, and once again we counted the minutes and longed for the end of the afternoon.
The Sergeant"s voice was becoming hoa.r.s.e and he gave us brief intervals of rest with increasing frequency. Our movements became slower. Our mistakes, instead of disappearing, became more numerous. Our faces and necks seemed on fire. They were so sunburnt that to touch them was acutely painful. Our limbs moved sluggishly and reluctantly. The Sergeant looked at his watch. "Time yet, Sergeant?" asked someone in a drawling, agonized voice.
"There"s another twenty minutes ter go--we"ll risk it though, and knock orf in ten. Only get along to yer "uts as soon as I dismiss yer an"
don"t show yerselves nowhere, else yer"ll get me into trouble."
Our weary spirits were revived a little. The prospect of a quick termination to our discomforts caused the last ten minutes to pa.s.s with comparative rapidity. We were dismissed for the day, and straggled back to our huts, too broken in mind and body to think or do anything except lie down and rest.
So this was our first day in the army. How many more days of drill would we have to endure? Perhaps we would be sent to the front soon. That would be a change at least. I tried to visualize the future. What would actual warfare be like? I thought of bayonet charges and men falling under machine-gun fire. Then I recollected having heard somewhere that a soldier can take an active part in a modern war without ever seeing the enemy, and I imagined a low range of distant hills dotted with little puffs of smoke. I could not, however, realize the precise mental state of a soldier under fire, so that none of these pictures seemed convincing to me. I wondered whether I would be anxious, nervous, terrified, excited, exuberant, or calm and indifferent in the presence of danger, but I could not arrive at any conclusion. Even the term "under fire" conveyed no precise meaning. Nothing I had read about the present war was of any help to me. The reports of the war-correspondents in the daily press were so full of obviously false psychology, that I regarded them as obstacles in the way of a proper understanding of modern warfare, and no doubt that was partly the object with which they were written or rather inspired. I knew that within a few weeks I might be dead or terribly mutilated, but as I could not visualize the precise circ.u.mstances the prospect only filled me with an indefinite uneasiness.
The possibilities before me were too vague and too numerous, and I did not possess sufficient knowledge to estimate them accurately. I did not even know whether I would remain in a fighting unit. I hoped we would be sent to the front soon, for the one thing I feared was a prolongation of the dreary round of infantry drill. Moreover I was intensely curious as to the real nature of war and eager to experience new sensations and conditions. Nevertheless, from time to time I felt a wild desire to run away and enjoy a few days of freedom, but the realization of the futility of such a wish always brought on a fit of such black despair that I tried not to think about it at all.
II
THE FATIGUE PARTY
There was much gaiety amongst us. There was also much gloom and bitterness. We would often quarrel violently over nothing and enrage over little inconveniences--intense irritability is the commonest result of army life. Our morale was dominated by the small, immediate event.
Bad weather and long working hours would provoke outbursts of grumbling and fretful resentment. A sunny morning and the prospect of a holiday would make us exuberantly cheerful and some of us would even a.s.sert that the army was not so bad after all. A slight deficiency in the rations would arouse fierce indignation and mutinous utterances. An extra pot of jam in the tent ration-bag would fill us with the spirit of loyalty and patriotism. If an officer used harsh, brutal words we would loathe him and meditate vengeance. But if an officer spoke to us kindly or did us some slight service we would call him a "brick," a "toff," or a "sport,"
and overflow with sentimental devotion. It was not difficult to please us, indeed it was often touching to observe for how small a thing the men would show the most ardent grat.i.tude and work enthusiastically so as to show their appreciation. If those with high authority in the army had only realized the tremendous influence just a little kindness and consideration had on the morale of the troops, much hatred and misunderstanding, much useless suffering and humiliation would have been avoided.