There was much bustling and shouting and singing. It was easy to please us for pleasure was such a rarity. I was scheming how to make the most of this precious holiday. I decided to go for a solitary walk. I left the camp and strolled up a hill from where I could get a fine view of the surrounding country.
I gazed in an eastward direction. All the snow had melted, the fields, the bare trees and hedges, were steeped in warm sunlight. In the distance there was a gentle slope crowned by a long line of poplars.
Beyond the poplars, about eight miles away, there was something I did not see, although I knew it was there--a stupid, terrible, and uncouth monster that stretched in a zig-zag winding course from the North Sea to the Alps. It was strangely silent at that hour, but I was fascinated by it and thought about it harder and harder, in spite of myself. I became increasingly conscious of it and it grew upon me until it darkened everything and seemed to crush me beneath its intolerable weight.
If only the end would come! And, until it does come, give me hard work so that my own thoughts cannot oppress me and I may forget all except sore shoulders and aching limbs!
III
ON DETACHMENT
The light-railway engine pulled the trucks slowly along by winding circuitous routes. It was a warm, sunny evening. Everything was green and peaceful. The farms and cottages bore no signs of war. But soon we saw a number of sh.e.l.l-holes grouped round cross-roads, and gradually, as we proceeded, the fields came to be pitted more and more thickly. We skirted a large village. It was deserted. The roof of the church had three black holes. All the houses were damaged and we could see the splintered rafters standing out darkly against the sky.
We pa.s.sed by camouflaged sh.e.l.l dumps and guns of big calibre, camouflaged and concealed amongst trees and bushes, so that often the muzzle alone was visible. Sh.e.l.l-holes were dotted everywhere. Many of the trees were scarred and their branches wrenched away.
We steamed into the terminal siding. Some distance in front of us was a row of poplars, regular except for the gaps where branch or trunk had been shattered. To the right was a patched-up road with several ruined cottages on either side. To the left of the poplars was a wood in which a large white chateau was half concealed. It looked very dreary with its black, gaping windows. To our right was a big farmhouse. Most of the tiles had been blown from the roof, showing the bare rafters. The door was in splinters, and the walls were riddled. A little lane wound round the farm in a loop and then lost itself in the wood.
Behind us was a hedge and a group of trees amongst which a gun was hidden.
There was no sound of firing. No birds were singing, although it was spring. All was quiet except for the frogs that uttered raucous musical croaks in a pond near by and puffed out the bladders at the corners of their mouths, so as to produce long-drawn shrill vibrations.
We shovelled the stones out of the trucks. Several of the men expressed disappointment at the fact that there was no "excitement."
Soon after nightfall desultory firing broke out some distance off. Then a gun began to fire a long way behind us. The sh.e.l.ls pa.s.sing high overhead made a faint rustling noise, as though they were travelling along in leisurely fashion.
Suddenly all the batteries in the entire neighbourhood joined in. The uproar was like that of innumerable thunderstorms crashing together. The guns bellowed and roared and pounded and deep reverberations filled the night. From behind us there came flashes so dazzling that we could not bear to look at them, and great blasts of air and thunder-claps that seemed to strike our ears with colossal hammers and make them drone intolerably. Thunder-clap followed thunder-clap, long jets of white flame pierced the darkness, and now and again the very air seemed to kindle, and brilliant sheets and shreds of flame blazed and crackled round us. Above there was a noise as though thousands of devilish creatures were rushing along, helter-skelter, with inconceivable rapidity, howling, shrieking, screaming, wailing, laughing, exulting, whistling and gibbering.
The sh.e.l.ls burst over and beyond the belt of trees in front of us.
Vivid, multicoloured scintillations and innumerable glittering stars flashed out and thronged the sky. At times the sh.e.l.ls fell so thickly that a white flame of dazzling brilliancy would dart writhing along the tree-tops with lightning speed. The booming of the guns and the terrible screeching of the sh.e.l.ls continued unabated. We were blinded, deafened, and all our senses were confused.
At last the tumult began to die down. I looked round, curious to see the effect on the other men. Frequent flashes still lit up every detail of our surroundings.
Everyone had stopped working. Most of us were gazing ahead, thoroughly scared. Standing next to me was someone who said he had always wanted to see a bombardment and now he was satisfied. He was not at all frightened, being one of the few who realized that we had been in no danger. By the light of the gun-flashes I saw, a few yards in front of me, one of our men, a young nervous fellow, stretched out at full length, trembling, and sobbing hysterically and clutching at the gra.s.s with hands that opened and closed in mad spasms. Another man was cowering down by one of the trucks, his face buried in his arms.
Our Sergeant approached. He was quite unafraid and had a rather bored look on his face. Two men were walking beside him. One of them, a Corporal, who a few hours before had complained that we were having no excitement, was saying in a strained, halting voice, that he felt very unwell, that he had hurt his knee, and would like to go back to camp.
The other, a small, broad-shouldered, full-chested, squat individual, with a flat nose and a brutal face--the champion light-weight boxer of our unit--implored the Sergeant in whining tones to let him go home. The Sergeant, however, told him to shut up and go on with his work.
Gradually the firing became less and less frequent, until finally it died down altogether. Soon the big yellow disc of the moon rose above the tree-tops and all was silent except for the croaking of the frogs.
We finished emptying the trucks and then sat down inside them. The engine came along, rattling and puffing. It was coupled to the train, and the return journey began.
The landscape was plainly visible in the light of the rising moon.
Sh.e.l.l-holes, torn trees, and ruined houses decreased in number. We pa.s.sed a straw-thatched cottage nestling amid a group of bushes and poplars. A light shone from the window, a dog barked. A bat flitted silently past. It seemed as though the uproar of the cannonade had been a dream.
The engine stopped at the siding. We jumped out of the trucks and retired into our tents. Not a word was spoken by anyone.
The following day we again received orders to proceed to the terminal siding by the light railway.
In the morning our champion boxer had reported sick in antic.i.p.ation. He looked convincingly pale and complained of the usual "pains all over."
The Medical Officer gave him "light duty" and he spent the day in camp, picking up matches, bits of paper, and miscellaneous rubbish.
It seemed strange that the ruined houses, the belt of poplars, the damaged farm, and the wood with the white chateau were still standing there so peacefully after the bombardment of the previous night. The frogs, charming creatures, were still croaking merrily.
When we had unloaded the trucks we sat down in the gra.s.s and awaited the return of the engine.
The trees were dim in the warm haze. I gazed at the white chateau. It fascinated me, for some inexplicable reason, and I felt an impulse to go and explore it. I was seized by a mood such as I had rarely felt since childhood, when almost every lonely and desolate building filled me with a sense of awe and mystery, as though it were the home of ghosts or fairies or witches. I was conscious of the absurdity of the emotion, but I surrendered to it and even enjoyed its strangeness.
There was no sound of firing.
I obeyed the impulse and strolled down the little winding lane. It led through a gap in the green hedge that surrounded the wood. Knowing that the enchantment of the chateau would vanish as soon as I entered it, I dawdled on the way so as to prolong my pleasure. Suddenly the bushes in front of me caught fire and a bright sheet of flame shot upward and almost simultaneously there was a sharp report. I was so thrilled by the mysterious attraction of the chateau that I barely noticed the event. As I pa.s.sed a small ruined cottage, which I had not observed before, for it was hidden amongst the trees, there was a short whizz on a high note, and then a loud crash. Smoke issued from the windows and the riddled roof, and bits of wood and debris hurtled through the air. Then there was a loud wailing noise followed by a terrific detonation. The chateau was blotted from view by a dense ma.s.s of black smoke that rose out of the ground in front of me. The spell was broken. I hesitated whether to go on or not, when I became aware of a voice behind me. I looked round and saw one of our Corporals shouting and gesticulating. I turned back and rejoined the others, though not before I had been called a "b.l.o.o.d.y fool" and threatened with arrest for walking off without permission.
Suddenly the loud, rustling wail was repeated and a portion of the wood was enveloped in a dark cloud. There was a deafening thunder-clap and jagged sh.e.l.l fragments sailed over our heads or dropped in our midst.
Then sh.e.l.l followed sh.e.l.l in rapid succession, all bursting in the wood.
A piece of metal whizzed past the ear of a man standing a few yards away. He became unnerved, dashed towards one of the trucks and cowered down by the wheels, trembling in every muscle.
None of the others showed any sign of fear except anxious looks. We had been in no danger at all during the previous night"s bombardment, but many of the men had been terrified. Now, when they were in considerable danger, they felt nothing more than anxiety, simply because there was no awe-inspiring display of flame and thunder.
Murky smoke clouds issued from the trees and hung above them in thin streaks. Another sound was added to the uproar--a long-drawn whine--and a sepia coloured puff appeared high up in the sky. A sharp ringing crack followed. Then another puff appeared, and then another. High-explosive and shrapnel sh.e.l.ls continued to burst without intermission.
The frogs had ceased to croak, for one of our men, standing on the edge of the pond, was throwing pellets of mud at them. All at once he dropped like some inanimate object and lay on his side. At the same time a motor-ambulance came rushing up and stopped at the cross-roads. Two soldiers issued from the wood, carrying a stretcher. A wounded man was lying on it. He did not move arms or legs, but he howled and screamed;, his voice rising and falling in a weird inhuman manner. A little after, two more wounded were carried out on stretchers. They were white, silent and motionless.
A small crowd had gathered round the man who had fallen by the pond. He was laid on to a stretcher. He seemed rather dazed but did not look pale. A shrapnel ball had hit him in the back.
The human loads were pushed into the ambulance which disappeared in a cloud of dust.
Our anxiety had deepened. Many of us were walking up and down in agitation. Nevertheless, there was no hysteria and no ignominious expression of fear as there had been on the previous night.
At last the railway engine appeared, to the immense relief of everyone.
We climbed into the trucks and the return journey began. The sh.e.l.ling continued unabated. Above the belt of poplars a little black speck was moving along at great speed. Around it and trailing behind it were numerous black puffs. The frogs had resumed their concert.
When we reached our destination we were met by several others of our unit who had arrived during the afternoon and were quartered in the town. Two of my friends were amongst them and together we walked over to their billet.
We entered a huge bare room and sat down on some of the kits that were arranged neatly round the floor.
"What sort of a time have you had?" I asked.
"b.l.o.o.d.y awful.... The S.M. and the C.O. have been making our lives a misery. We"ve had umpteen extra drills and parades and kit inspections.
There"ve been at least a dozen orderly-room cases and several court martials since you left. You know Deacon? He got fourteen days. Fritz has been over a good bit lately and we have to put out our lights as soon as it gets dark, else we"d cop out for sure. Well, one of our Sergeants had a candle burning in his tent and the flap wide open--you could have seen it a mile off, you"ve no idea how a candle shows at night-time! We heard the archies firing in the distance and we yelled, "Put out that light!" The Sergeant didn"t take any notice though--he was reading a book. So Deacon, who"s got a decent bit of pluck, walked across and asked him to blow out his candle. The Sergeant told him to mind his own b.l.o.o.d.y business. So Deacon said he"d blow the candle out himself. The Sergeant flew into a rage and swore at him and told him to sling his b.l.o.o.d.y hook. Deacon got wild too--he"s one of those fellows who won"t stand any nonsense--and blew out the candle. The Sergeant went off the deep end properly and had him placed under arrest. Deacon got a District Court Martial and was charged with insubordination. They gave him fourteen days" Number 1. He"s serving it in camp. There"s no gun or wagon there, so they can"t crucify him on a wheel in the ordinary way.
They"ve been tying him to a post instead, one hour in the morning and one in the afternoon. That blackguard of a Police Corporal won"t let him be in the shade where the trees are, but has him tied up in the full glare of the sun.
"The C.O."s been down on people writing things in letters too. Lewis wrote home he"d starve on the rations we get if it weren"t for the parcels his people send him. The C.O. had him up. He told him to make complaints through the proper channels in future and gave him seven days Number 2. He has to collect and empty the latrine buckets every morning before breakfast. When he gets back from work in the afternoon he has to chop wood with that swine of a Police Corporal standing over him. Of course, he"s a b.l.o.o.d.y fool to write in that strain--our rations aren"t so bad, considering. Thompson was up for the same sort of thing. He wrote he"d seen a thing or two out here and when he got back home he"d open people"s eyes a bit about the war and the army. All bluff, of course, for the truth about the war and the army could never be published. He got five days for his trouble. I nearly got into hot water myself. Luckily for me I was the first one to be on the peg for writing things in my letters, else I"d have got a stiff sentence. I wrote: "Being in the army is just like being back at school; the only difference is that whereas at school your superiors generally know a little bit more about things than you do, in the army that is not the case." The C.O. told me off properly. He said it was most serious, a court martial offence, in fact. The charge would be one of "Conduct prejudicial to good order and military discipline." He let me off, though, because it was my first transgression. Old Peter Cowan was nearly run by the S.M. a couple of days ago. He was inspecting us and when he came to Peter he shouted, "Why haven"t you cleaned your boottons?" Peter answered with a perfectly solemn countenance, "I omitted to do so, sir." The S.M. glared at him, but he wasn"t quite sure about the meaning of the word "omitted," and being afraid of making a fool of himself he pa.s.sed on. Fletcher, who was standing only a few numbers away, smiled at Peter"s remark. The S.M. spotted him, and shouted, "What are you grinning at--anything foonny?" Fletcher said, "No, sir," and straightened his face with a wry contortion. The S.M.
shouted to the Orderly Sergeant: "Take this man"s name." Fletcher was up before the C.O. in the evening and got three days for laughing in the ranks. I"m sure Peter"ll get into trouble before long. He did the same sort of thing yesterday. Sergeant Hyndman was in charge of us and we were standing to attention. Peter started talking--you could hear him as loud as anything. Hyndman got his rag out and yelled, "Stop talkin"
there, will yer?" Peter dropped his voice and went on in a whisper.