Three of their guns had been smashed by direct hits, and they had lost horses as well. The Boche were swarming over the ca.n.a.l now, and our A and C and B Batteries were firing over open sights and cutting up Germans as they surged towards our trenches.
11 A.M.: Orders from our own brigadier to pull out the guns and retire to a crest behind Villequier Aumont. I heard the news come along the telephone wire, and went through the wood to seek further directions from the colonel. It was evident now that the wood could only be held at great sacrifice, and by determined hand-to-hand fighting. The Boche outnumbered us by at least four to one, and French help had not yet arrived in sufficient strength. I walked behind two rows of French and British infantry, lying ready in shallow newly-dug trenches. They looked grave and thoughtful; some of them had removed their tunics. I remember noting that of four hundred men I pa.s.sed not one was talking to his neighbour. I remember noticing a few horses waiting behind, and motor-cyclist messengers hurriedly arriving and hurriedly departing. I remember most of all the mournful, desolate howling of a dog, tied up to one of the now deserted huts--the poor friendly French pointer who the day before had snuggled his nose into my hand. Near the hedge leading to the hut where I should find the colonel stood a group of infantry officers. One of them, a tall lieutenant-colonel, I recognised as Colonel ---- who had dined with us in our mess in the quarry a few nights before the offensive started. His head was heavily bandaged. I learned some days afterwards that he had been wounded while leading a company of his battalion in a counter-attack; and that not long after I pa.s.sed him that morning in the wood he reorganised and exhorted his men, facing terrific rifle and machine-gun fire--and indeed showed such glorious and inspiring courage that he gained the Victoria Cross.
1 P.M.: The mounted orderlies had delivered orders to the batteries to retire, and D Battery was already trekking along the road the other side of Villequier Aumont. Machine-gun fire in the wood we had left was hotter than ever. And the German guns were moving up, as could be told when long-range efforts began to be made on the villages behind Villequier Aumont. Half a dozen high-velocity sh.e.l.ls struck the road we had traversed, one of them knocking out a Horse Artillery waggon and three horses. Two other horses had to be shot, and the sixth bolted.
From the markings on a good horse that I found tied to our own lines later in the day, I concluded that the runaway had strayed in our direction; and in the matter of strayed horses--good horses, that is--the sergeant-major always worked on the principle, "It"s all in the same firm." At any rate, we had a valuable spare horse for the trying march that followed.
2.30 P.M.: The colonel had selected the new positions for the batteries, and two of them were already in. While we waited the arrival of the others, we flung ourselves down in a hay-field and watched the now continuous stream of men, batteries, transport lorries, and ambulance cars coming up the hill leading from Villequier Aumont, and toiling past us towards Ugny. There was no doubting it now: it was a retreat on a big scale.
All round us were rolling fields, rich of soil, and tilled and tended with that French care and thoroughness that the war has intensified.
Even small irregular patches at road-crossings have been cultivated for the precious grain these last two years. "The Boche will get all this, curse him!" muttered the colonel.
Major Bullivant of B Battery came over the hill on the pet grey mare that, in spite of three changes from one Division to another, he had managed to keep with him all the time he had been in France. He didn"t dismount in drill-book fashion; he just fell off. It was spirit, not physique, that was keeping him going. Unshaven, wild-eyed, dirty, he probably didn"t know it. His mind centred on nothing but the business in hand. "My battery is coming through Villequier Aumont now, sir," he informed the colonel. "For a few minutes I was afraid we weren"t going to get out. My d.a.m.n fool of a sergeant-major, for some reason or other, took the gun-teams back to the waggon lines this morning. Said he was going to change them and bring fresh teams up after breakfast or something. When Beadle came up with the teams we were under machine-gun fire. Got one man killed and three wounded, and we have a few scratches on the shields.... If I don"t get up, sir, I shall fall fast asleep,"
he exclaimed suddenly. "Where are our new positions, sir?"
The colonel handed him his flask, and he smiled. "As a matter of fact, sir, I"ve kept going on ration rum."
When the colonel and Major Bullivant went off, up rode Beadle in an extraordinary get-up: British warm, gum-boots, and pyjamas. He had been able to get no change since the Boche 8-inch had wiped out B Battery"s mess at the opening of the Hun bombardment on the 21st. It was an amazing thing, but neither of us had remembered to eat anything since breakfast until that moment. The day"s excitements had caused us to ignore time altogether, and to forget hunger. But Beadle"s tired grin brought me back to such worldly matters, and we fell to on a tin of bully and a hunk of cheese that the signalling-sergeant discovered for us.
"They say we"ve done jolly well up north," said Beadle, his mouth full.
"Got as far as Cambrai, and 25,000 prisoners taken at Ypres."
"Who told you that?" I asked, at the same time ready to believe. Did not this entirely support my belief of the early morning? Certainly we must be doing something up north!
"I heard it at the waggon lines," went on Beadle. "They say it"s in Corps orders."
The line of retreating traffic and of loaded ambulance cars in front of us maintained its monotonous length. But the retirement continued to be orderly and under full control, although now and again a block in the next village kept the main road lined with immobile horses and men, while high-velocity sh.e.l.ls, directed at the road, whizzed viciously to right and left of them. One kilted Scot pa.s.sed us leading a young cow.
He paid no heed to the jests and the noisy whistling of "To be a Farmer"s Boy" that greeted him. "The milk "ull be a" richt the morn"s morn, ye ken," was his comfortable retort. And once a red-headed Yorkshireman broke the strain of the wait under sh.e.l.l-fire by calling out, "It"s a good job we"re winnin"!"
The colonel came back after showing Major Bullivant his new battery position, and told me to ride off at once to Ugny, where Divisional Artillery Headquarters had stationed themselves, and inform the staff captain that the ammunition dump on the roadside contained no ammunition. "Find out something definite," he ordered.
D.A. had settled themselves in two rooms in a deserted house, and the staff captain quickly sketched out the arrangements he had made for ammunition supply. "A Divisional ammunition column is too c.u.mbersome for this moving warfare," he said, "and your Brigade will be supplied by No. 1 section acting as B.A.C. There"s an ammunition park at ----, and if you will supply guides here (pointing to the map) at 6.30 to-night, your B.A.C. will supply direct to your waggon lines. And that arrangement will continue so long as we are conducting this sort of warfare. Is that clear?... Right!"
As I was about to depart, in came the brigade-major, who had been in consultation with the brigadier-general. "Ah, ----," he said, calling me by name, "you can give me some information. Is the colonel far away?"
"He"s with the batteries, sir, giving them targets from their new positions."
"Right! Can you tell me how many guns you have in action now?"
I was able to do this, and also told him where our batteries were going to establish waggon lines for the night.
"That won"t do," he interrupted; "you"ll be too far north. The Boche is coming down that main road. You"d better tell the colonel that any further retirement must be south-west, because the Boche is pinching us on our left. I"ll show you the line as it runs at present. I"ve just got it."
We bent over his large-scale map, and I copied the curved line on to my own map. "The French are properly in now," added the brigade-major, "and we are going to fight for that line. There"s to be no more retiring."
"Is it true, sir, that we"ve done well up north? Most encouraging rumours flying round."
"I don"t know," he replied with a tired smile. "I hope so."
A smile and a cheering word from the General, who said, "I"ve just seen the colonel, and I"ve put two of your batteries farther forward.
They"ll help to hold Villequier Aumont a bit longer." Then outside I met Beadle, and gave him the time and place where battery guides had to meet the B.A.C. ammunition waggons, and sent off my groom to convey this information officially to all the battery waggon lines. After which I cantered back, and discovered the colonel inspecting the two batteries that the General had moved to more forward positions.
It was 6 P.M., and the enemy advance machine-gun parties were now certainly closing in on Villequier Aumont, which lay in the hollow beneath us. But I shall always remember the handling of our composite A and C batteries on that occasion. It so exactly fulfilled drill-book requirements, it might all have been done on parade. The noses of the four 18-pdrs. peeped out from under a clump of beeches, close to a pond under the brow of a hill. Dumble had climbed to the top of a tower three-quarters of a mile from the battery, and directed the shooting from the end of a roughly laid telephone wire. He reported only fleeting glimpses of Huns, but could guess pretty well the spots at which they were congregating, and issued his orders accordingly. Young Eames, the officer pa.s.sing the orders to the gunners, stood very upright, close to the battery telephonist, and let his voice ring out in crisp staccato tones that would have won him full marks at Larkhill or s...o...b..ryness: "Aiming point top of tower. All guns ... Four 0 degrees Right.... Concentrate Two 0 minutes on Number One.... Corrector 152.... Why didn"t you shout out your Fuze Number 3?... Three Two-fifty--Two Nine-fifty.... Will you acknowledge orders, Sergeant Kyle?..."
The colonel, who was standing well behind Eames, smiled and said to me, "Good young officer that. If he keeps as cool all the time, the battery ought to shoot well."
Hun aeroplanes were beginning to come over. Trench war customs had made it almost axiomatic that firing should cease when enemy aircraft appeared. Three times the battery stopped firing at the cry, "Aeroplane up!"
The colonel intervened. "Don"t stop because of aeroplanes now," he said sharply. "We"re fighting moving warfare, and the enemy haven"t time to concentrate all their attention on this battery."
7 P.M.: The colonel and I walked slowly back to the roadway. "I"ve sent back to Bushman, and told him to bring Headquarters waggon lines up here," he said. "They are too far back the other side of Ugny, and we"re only a small unit: we can move more quickly than a battery. We"ll unhook on the side of that hill there, away from the road. It will be quite warm to-night, and we can lie down under those trees." ... A dozen or so 59"s rushed through the air, and burst with terrifying ear-racking crashes along the road in front of us. A charred, jagged rent showed in the wall of a farm building. Three hundred yards farther along we saw the Headquarter vehicles drawn up on the roadside. The drivers and the signallers were drinking tea, and seemed to be preparing to settle for the night in a barn whose lofty doors opened on to the road. "Look at those fellows," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the colonel testily.
"They"re never happy unless they can stuff themselves under a roof.
Fetch "em out, and tell "em to pull up to the top of that hill there.
As long as you keep away from villages and marked roads you can escape most of the sh.e.l.ling."
7.30 P.M.: We had tied up the horses, and parked the G.S. waggon and the telephone and mess carts. Twilight had almost merged into night now, but the moon was rising, and it was to be another amazingly l.u.s.trous moon. The cook had started a small log-fire to make tea for the colonel, Bushman, and myself, and after that we intended to lie down and get some sleep. "Swiffy" and the doctor seemed to have disappeared. Must be at one of the battery waggon lines, we concluded.
"While tea is getting ready, I"ll walk down to D Battery again. They"re pretty close up to the infantry, and I want to make sure they can get out easily if they have to make a rapid move," remarked the colonel, and he disappeared over the hill, taking his servant with him.
The kettle had not had time to boil. The colonel had only been away ten minutes. The tired drivers were unrolling their blankets and preparing for slumber. Suddenly my ear caught a voice calling up the hillside--the colonel"s--followed twice by the stentorian tones of his servant.
The cry was, "Saddle-up!"
VII. STILL IN RETREAT
8.15 P.M.: "I found that D Battery had moved off--gone towards the other side of Ugny, and A and C were also on the march," explained the colonel, when Headquarter carts and waggons--parked out for the night only half an hour before--had again got under way (taking the road between Villequier Aumont and Ugny) for the third time during twenty-two hours. "Division got news that the Boche was putting in two fresh divisions, and intended to attack by moonlight," he added, "and they thought our guns were too close up to be safe; so the brigade-major hurried down and told the batteries to move back at once.
We turn south-west from Ugny and make for Commenchon, and come into action there as soon as we get further news from Division. I have sent out orders to all the batteries, and they are marching to Commenchon independently."
It was a radiant night. The moon rode high in a star-spangled sky; there was a glow and a sense of beauty in the air--a beauty that exalted soul and mind, and turned one"s thoughts to music and loveliness and home. The dry hard roads glistened white and clean; and in the silvery light the silhouettes of men marching steadily, purposefully, took on a certain dignity that the garish sun had not allowed to be revealed.
Whether we spoke of it or not, each one of us listened expectantly for the swift-rushing scream of a high-velocity sh.e.l.l, or the long-drawn sough of an approaching 59. This main road, along which our retreating columns were winding their slow even way, was bound to be strafed.
We rode through Ugny, two days ago a Corps H.Q., deserted now save for the military police, and for odd parties of engineers, signallers, and stretcher-bearers. Then our way took us down a wide sunken road, through an undulating countryside that stretched up to remote pine-tipped hills to right and left of us. A battalion of French infantry had halted by the roadside; their voices, softer, more tuneful than those of our men, seemed in keeping with the moonlit scene; and in their long field-blue coats they somehow seemed bigger, more matured, than our foot-soldiers.
We had marched five miles when a horseman on a broad-backed black came towards us. He looked intently at every one he pa.s.sed as he rode the length of our column. "Is that the adjutant, sir?" he asked when he came level with me; and then, sure of my ident.i.ty, went on, "I"ve got our supply waggon with me, sir--halted it at the next cross-roads. I heard the Brigade was moving, sir, and came to find the best spot to pick you up. The battery supply waggons will be pa.s.sing this way in about half an hour, sir."
Keeping daily touch with your supply column is one of the fine arts of moving warfare, and the resourceful M"Donald had again proved his worth. "Refilling point, to-morrow, will be at Baboeuf, sir," he added, "and after to-morrow it will be only iron rations. Good forage to-day, sir."
11 P.M.: Brigade Headquarters had pulled into the right of the road behind B Battery, just outside a village that up to the 21st had been a sort of rest-village, well behind the lines. Army Ordnance, Army Service Corps, and battalions out of the line were the only units represented there, and a fair proportion of the civil population had re-established itself after the German retreat in the spring of 1917.
Now all was abandoned again, furniture and cattle bundled out, and houses locked up in the hope that shortly the Boche would be thrust back and the village re-occupied by its rightful owners.
The colonel had ridden forward with young Bushman to meet the brigade-major and to settle where the Brigade would camp. More French infantry pa.s.sed, going up to the Front by the way we had come back.
Twice, big lasting flares illuminated the sky over there where the fighting was--stores being burnt to prevent them falling into German hands, we concluded. Presently, Bushman returned and pointed out a particular area where Brigade Headquarters could settle down.
The small village green would do for horse lines and for parking our vehicles. I sent off the sergeant-major to scout for water supply, and took possession of a newly-roofed barn in which the men might sleep.
There was a roomy shed for the officers" horses and a stone outhouse for the men"s kitchen. Now about a billet for the colonel!