Five o'clock in the morning. En route for the Gare de l'Est. All the same, as I turn the corner of the street in which I live, I experience a feeling of heartrending distress1. I stop and glance back. Then I wave my hand to the window. Bah! I shall come back.
It is a fine, sunny day. There are crowds of people in front of the station—men of every description, most of them wearing caps, but no shirt-collar, some with musettes[1] slung2 over the shoulder, others carrying a valise. A few belonging to the ranks are wearing uniforms quite out of date. Any amount of bustle3 and noise but no shrieks4. Those who stay behind remain with cheeks glued to the iron railings, their eyes fixed5 on some particular individual until he is out of sight.
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On the platform I come across Verrier, a friend I have known all my life: at school, in the Latin Quarter, and during my military service. He is a tall, light-complexioned fellow, thin and pallid6, very cool and self-possessed7.
We find that we are both to be sent to the same depot8.
As there are some seats unoccupied in a second-class carriage, we quickly take possession of them, delighted at the prospect9 of travelling elsewhere than on the floor.
The train begins to move. We look at each other.
"This time things are serious," remarks Verrier.
Indeed, we have something more to think of than passing exams, at school or college, or being reviewed by the colonel.
We spring to the window like the rest and shout out, "Vive la France!"
Henceforward all our thoughts must be directed towards peace—peace along the path of victory.
Our compartment10 is stiflingly11 hot. There are eight of us, belonging to every division of the service: artillery12, cavalry13, and infantry14. Plunged15 suddenly into military life, we revive old memories and listen to interminable stories of stern adjutants and good-natured captains. A spirit of cordiality is immediately set up and at the same time a special brand of courtesy, for you have no idea to whom you may be talking; it is quite likely that the man in front of you will to-morrow be your corporal or your sergeant17.
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Every one of us is determined18 to do his duty; this is so manifestly taken for granted that no one mentions the matter. William II comes in for severe criticism.
"The whole thing's impossible. The Germans themselves will rise in revolt."
"They will do nothing of the kind," interrupts one who has lived in Germany. "They will do their best to kill us all."
"Whether they rise in revolt or not, they have Russia and England to deal with, and we also intend to do our share."
General approval. No one doubts but that the victory will be speedy—within three months, or before Christmas at the latest.
Provisions are distributed; we eat and drink. Toasts are passed. The train rumbles19 gently along; by noon we have only reached Villiers-sur-Marne. Along the whole length of the line stand people waving their handkerchiefs and wishing us good luck.
Our stops are frequent and prolonged. From time to time we jump down to stretch our legs a little. A red disc bars the way. Behind our train waits another, which sets up a loud strident whistle. The engine starts afresh. A few kilometres farther along, another stop. At the stations they offer us fresh, clear water in pails; they even offer us wine. Everything is very welcome.
It is sultry. Conversation begins to languish20. Those who have a photograph of their children[Pg 12] pass it round. We look at these portraits with the utmost sympathy and return them to the father, who apologizes for the fact that his eyes are brimming with tears.
Night descends21. The men, half asleep, drowsily22 nod their heads or drop them gently on to their neighbours' shoulders.
Wednesday, 12th August.
About three in the morning we reach Langres. In the dimly lit station a thousand men are moving to and fro, asking questions. At the exit stand sub-officers, holding above their heads, at the end of a pole, large boards stating the numbers of the regiments24. They collect their reservists and carry them off.
Is there no placard containing our number? What are we to do? I show my paper to an adjutant.
"The 352nd, 27th company? You must go to Humes."
"Humes! Where is that?"
"Have you come here for me to give you a lesson in geography? Find your way there as best you can."
A few paces away a detachment is forming: it is that of the 352nd. There are a hundred of us, and we are started along the road. Dawn appears. An hour and a half's march in silence. The men stagger along drowsily.
We reach Humes, a village five or six kilometres distant from Langres, situated25 in the valley[Pg 13] of the Marne. The houses are low, with thatched roofs. The sergeant calls a halt in one of the streets.
Shortly we hear a commanding voice say—
"Second section, muster26!"
Men issue from a shed near by, elbowing one another, some with and others without arms: this is the second section. They fall into line, form fours, and march off to drill, to the repeated call of one, two, one, two!
"Suppose we try to find the post-office?" says Verrier.
On reaching it, we each scribble27 a postcard and return to the street, wondering what to do next.
Before the sputtering28 tap of a street fountain stands a soldier at his ablutions, with bare breast, his red-trousered legs far apart. Of a sudden he gives a snort. I notice his closely cropped hair and his unshaven chin.
"Reymond!"
Reymond is a bosom29 friend of Janson's.
"I believe you're right," drawled Verrier. "We have not met for about a dozen years, so I don't suppose he'll recognize us."
Meanwhile, I call out—
"Hello, Reymond!"
The soldier stares at us from head to foot hesitatingly. We look like a pair of tramps, dirty and dishevelled, capless and collarless. Verrier affects a smoked eyeglass. Nevertheless, Reymond recognizes us.
"Ah! It's you, is it? Chouette!"
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He has been here five days. Having been called up by mistake on the second day of mobilization, he was sent from Bernay to Langres, and then on to Humes.
"Come along, let's have a talk over a bottle," he says.
"What! Is there drink to be had at Humes?"
"Rather! The beer they drink in these parts will take a lot of beating."
Ten minutes afterwards one would think we had been the closest friends all our life. How fortunate to have come across Reymond! He is a painter, quite a gay companion, and possessed of that kind of assurance and self-confidence peculiar30 to certain bashful individuals. He is quite at home in the village, and carries us off to the office of our company. There he introduces us to the corporal, has our names enrolled31 in his squad32, and supplies us with gamelles.
"I suppose you have had nothing to eat?" he asks.
"No."
"Come along with me."
He takes us to the cook.
"Here are a couple of men who feel peckish."
Our gamelles are filled and we sit down on the ground. We mess together and eat our share of the grub.
We are to receive our uniform to-morrow at the latest. Meanwhile, there is nothing left to do but wander about Humes. The Mouche is a pretty stream entering the Marne just on the[Pg 15] outskirts33 of the village. There is a pool, a windmill, giant trees, and dung all over the place; cows and geese, poultry34 of every description, but few inhabitants. Soldiers abound35.
At nine o'clock, Verrier, Reymond and myself make our bed in the hay. All around may be heard the usual jokes and pleasantries of the mess, just as in times of peace. One may distinguish the thick, rolling voices of those from Burgundy and the Franche-Comté, the accent of the Lyons silk-weavers, and the peculiar intonations36 of men from the various provinces. Bursts of laughter, then snoring followed by silence. Down below, in a stable, the plaintive37 lowing of a calf38.
Thursday, 13th August.
Four in the morning.
"Time to get up!"
We shake and stretch ourselves. It is rather chilly39.
The men come down from the loft40 on a tottering41 ladder which has one out of every two rungs missing.
In the street, the army cook, who has long been up and about, ladles coffee from a huge pot and fills the tins held out. In the tumult42 each man retires into a corner to avoid spilling the precious liquid.
Six o'clock. We are marched out of the village in columns of fours. The country is charming; the meadows through which flows the Marne are lined with poplars.
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We return to quarters at ten o'clock. The sun's rays are beating down upon us. We baptize our street Dung Avenue.
Fortunately for us, the impossibility of isolating43 ourselves prevents us from thinking of what we have left behind. Here solitude44 and silence are unknown.
Friday, 14th August.
This morning we march twenty kilometres. The company collects in a meadow which a bend of the Marne has converted into a peninsula. During the tropical hours about noontime we indulge in a siesta45 beneath the faint shade of the poplars.
This life is an extremely healthy one; it constitutes a regular camping-out cure.
We now take our meals at the H?tel du Commerce, kept by M. Girardot, nicknamed Père Achille. It is a large building on the main road between Paris and Belfort. Out in the yard and in both dining-rooms every table is engaged. Just as in the canteen, there is shouting and smoking, whilst the men call for drinks by hammering vigorously with their fists on the table.
Every evening amateur singers give us proof of their talent. The song relating the story of Suzette is a very popular one. No sooner is the last verse ended than "Bis! bis!" is roared out, and a willing encore is forthcoming. The artist raises his hand to his mouth and coughs, before recommencing, and every one joins in the chorus.[Pg 17] The smoke rising from the pipes casts a dim mist over the lamps which hang from the ceiling.
Saturday, 15th August.
Père Achille places his loft at our disposal, at the farther end of the yard, above the stable. Climbing a ladder, you find bundles of hay to right and left. In the centre is a large open space containing a folding-bed occupied by Vitrier, of the 28th company, a neighbour and friend of the proprietor46.
Here we shall get along quite comfortably, all the more so as we have also the run of a garden. There is an apple-tree, beneath whose shade we spend our leisure hours. Four stone steps enable us to go down to the river to wash our clothes or our persons. After all, cleanliness is a very simple matter, so far as we are concerned.
I have just seen the lieutenant47 in command of our company, and have given him my name. I am to leave with the next detachment which joins up, either with the regiment23 in reserve or with that in the field, according as the one or the other is the first to need reinforcements. This war will certainly not last long; we must hasten to reach the firing line if we could see anything of it.
What can be the matter? Letters take five or six days to arrive from Paris. The only journals we see are those of Langres: the Petit Haut-Marnais and the Spectateur, nicknamed at Humes Le Secateur. We crowd around the cyclists who[Pg 18] bring them and clear off their supplies in a few moments.
The Paris journals have altogether stopped.
Sunday, 16th August.
The company musters48 at seven in the morning; the four sections, each in two rows, forming a square around the lieutenants49 and sub-officers.
The lieutenant in command is a kind-hearted man, on whom the gravity of the situation weighs heavily. This morning he declares curtly—
"The musters take far too long!"
Profound silence.
"Far too long. And I don't wish to speak of the matter again...."
Gabriel reads the daily orders: "Every morning, drill and marching. Tuesdays and Thursdays, rifle practice. Afternoons, lectures in quarters from one to three; afterwards, Swedish gymnastics."
This existence in the depot, a blend between barrack-life and drill, will not be so very pleasant every day. May the powers that be send us speedily to battle!
This morning, at nine o'clock, military mass.
The church is situated on an eminence50 above Humes. Once the threshold is crossed, profound silence. Silence in broad daylight! Well, well! It rather puts one out!
There are flags around the walls. All the seats are occupied by soldiers and officers, pêle-mêle. A few peasant women are present, their sombre garments clashing with the blue and red uniforms.
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It is a musical mass, and the music is worthy51 of a cathedral: all the instrumentalists and singers of the depot have had their services requisitioned. How striking the contrast between this grave ritual and ceremonial, the successive chants and breaks of silence, and the rough, stirring military life we have been spending for several days past, made up of shouts and hay, of cattle and dung.
A young priest has passed a surplice over his soldier's coat. His words are mild and kind, his sermon straight to the point, as he pleads the claims of family and country. The listeners weave their own dreams around his simple words as they fall upon the attentive52 and thoughtful assembly.
The end of the mass brings with it a change; these men, who have suddenly been unexpectedly moved in spite of themselves, make up for an hour's silence and immobility by shouting aloud and hustling53 one another.
Back at the hotel, with the aid of pipe and beer, they laud54 to the skies the priest's eloquence55.
Big Albert, for whom it has been impossible to find a pair of pants large enough in the stores, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand after he has emptied his glass, and says—
"Believe me or not, as you please, but when that little priest spoke56 of our mothers and wives and children, well! I could no more keep back the tears than a woman!"
And there he stands, with legs outspread and hands in pockets, his vest unbuttoned over his[Pg 20] protruding57 paunch. Evidently he is not subject to nervous attacks.
Reymond, Verrier and myself have obtained a pass for Langres. Lunch at the hotel; napkins and tablecloth58. What luxury! The young lady who serves us is very polite. We enter various shops to purchase chocolate, wax candles, writing-paper, blacking, a lantern and some of Molière's plays to read aloud in the loft.
We return to Humes at six o'clock, shouting out songs at the top of our voice as the rain comes pouring down.
Monday, 17th August.
Five hundred men have been appointed to make up a detachment which is to hold itself in readiness to leave for the front at a minute's notice. My name is on the list, which includes men of the youngest classes and volunteers. It forms the contingent59 complement60.
We are fitted out from head to foot. First, we receive a blue muff with which each man immediately covers his képi. This is the rallying sign. Out in the streets, comrades who see us wearing a blue képi say—
"Ah! So you are one of the complement?"
We answer, "Yes," in a tone of modest indifference61 ill concealed62 by a big dose of vanity.
A score of times every day we receive the order: "Those belonging to the contingent complement are wanted with everything they have at the office."
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There we receive small packets of provisions, such as coffee, sugar, condensed soup; on another occasion, a musette; then again a can, leathern straps63, cartridges65; for each separate article of our equipment a special journey is necessary.
Such incidents as the following are quite common.
A man enters the office of the company, salutes66, and says—
"Beg pardon, sergeant, but I have no sling67 for my rifle"; or, "I have no strap64 for my can"; or, "I have no suspension hooks."
The sergeant, busy writing, answers his interrupter—
"Will you go away! And quick, too!"
The man disappears, as the sergeant remarks to the company generally—
"Silly fellow, to come and ask me for straps whilst I am distributing musettes!"
You are asked for the number of your rifle, your full name and address. Then you go to the bureau for your identification disc, your first field-dressing, and lastly you are called upon to give the names and addresses of those to whom information must be sent in case of death. Ah! This is something we had never thought of.
Three legal functionaries68 and five sergeants69, without counting the quartermaster, scribble away as fast as they can.
Again we are mustered70, and the lieutenant sees us arrive one by one. With a despairing gesture, he asks—
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"You call this a muster, do you?"
The contingent complement gathers round the door, waiting. At first whispering goes on, then voices are raised, there is jest and laughter. Suddenly a sub-officer leaves the sanctum.
"Stop this awful noise, will you! One can't hear oneself speak. Besides, what do you want here, lounging about the door? Off you go!"
We disappear, though not for long. Within a very few minutes an orderly is seen hurrying about and shouting—
"Quick! You are wanted at the office."
The sub-officer who has just dismissed us from the doorstep greets us with the words—
"Come, now, how is it that the men of the contingent complement are never to be found? Has some one to come and take you by the hand?"
Rain has been falling ever since the previous day. Humes is now a marsh71; the river overflows72 its banks.
Tuesday, 18th August.
It is again fine. The contingent complement is back from march and drill, and I am resting on a form. All around is a regiment of hens and geese, geese with blue eyes just like those of a lady I once met and whom I suddenly call to mind.
The ducklings waddle73 along in twos, plunge16 their beaks74 and roll about in the liquid manure75, and when they have become transformed into little balls of filth76, they march away with the utmost[Pg 23] gravity to gargle and clean themselves in the river. Farther away are cows, sheep, and dirty children. In front of me lie heaps of dung, two on my right and one on my left; it is quite unnecessary for me to turn round, for I am certain there is another behind me. The glorious sun, however, compensates77 for everything, and the scenery is very picturesque78.
I spring to my feet as I hear the words: "The contingent complement is wanted at the office."
I cross the meadow, pass the river by the narrow drawbridge, and ascend79 the pebbly80 road leading to the shed euphemistically called "the office." A gift: ninety-six cartridges; a piece of news: the contingent complement is expected to leave for the front at any moment.
Both the gift and the piece of news are very welcome.
Then follow musters upon musters; reviews by corporal, sergeant, chief of section; review by the lieutenant in command of the company.
That evening, in the loft, Verrier and Reymond, who are to stay behind at Humes, minutely check the contents of my haversack and musette. They add a tin of preserves and complete my first field-dressing and sewing materials. Evidently they think that those in the fighting line run considerable risks. My own thoughts are all of home, after the war, of the peace and quiet of daily existence once this task is over.
Vitrier, the fortunate possessor of a folding-[Pg 24]bed, returns at nine o'clock. The lucky fellow evades all the drills and marches, and spends his days at home in the neighbourhood. He is a charming person, whom we have affectionately nicknamed "the Spy," because he is to be met with only after twilight81 or before dawn. "The Spy" has brought young Raoul up to the loft; a gentle, light-complexioned, pallid-looking youth. He talks like a book and is full of such aphorisms82 as—
"For a man who, like me, is horrified83 at the very thought of death, a soldier's life is quite a mistake."
As he removes his foot-gear, Raoul tells us that he has been this afternoon watching the trains full of wounded pass by.
"My walk had a definite purpose, you see," he adds.
Down below, we hear the faint tinkling84 of a bell, suspended from the neck of an enormous dog, which we have nicknamed the chien à sonnettes.
In spite of his manifestly gentle disposition85, this animal fills us with terror. He is always lying stretched at the foot of the ladder, and frequently in the dark we step on his head. To our amazement86, he has bitten no one, so far.
Thursday, 20th August.
Is this the last réveillé in the loft? It has become a very comfortable spot. In the hay, where I lie wrapped up in a quilt, with a cotton nightcap coming over my ears, I would gladly[Pg 25] sleep on into the middle of the morning. But it is five o'clock, and we must rise.
Drill and march. In the afternoon, siesta and conversation beneath the apple-tree. The weather is gloriously fine. We wash our socks in the Mouche.
Reymond has managed to secure an order; the lieutenant says to him—
"Since you are a painter, paint my name on my canteen."
He takes advantage of this diversion to avoid drill. He paints two white letters every day, and even then....
Friday, 21st August.
When is the contingent complement to leave? Armed for war, we have seen nothing but the office. It's not enough.
A change in our existence: the arrival of Lieutenant Roberty at Humes, and his appearance in our clan87.
The other day, at muster, there was a rumour88 abroad that we were soon to have a new sub-lieutenant from Alsace. Here he is, in the centre of the square; of medium height, papier maché appearance, very dark moustache, and the half-closed eyes of a myope. He wears red trousers and an extraordinary black coat, chimney-corner style, with a little gold lace at the sleeves. I look curiously89 at him, wondering where the deuce I can have seen that profile, so reminiscent of a tame jaguar90.
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A voice calls me; it is that of the new sub-lieutenant.
"Don't you recognize me?" ...
"No, mon lieutenant, and yet ... really, I cannot remember your name...."
"Roberty."
Raising my hands, I say—
"I beg your pardon, I have never seen you except in a dress suit."
And indeed, I remembered on the occasion of more than one general rehearsal91 the elegant appearance of my confrère. Comparing to-day's silhouette92 with that of former times, I simply remark—
"What a change! You look better in civilian93 clothes."
Instead of getting angry with me he merely laughs. A few comrades approach. As Roberty has just come from Alsace, he tells us of the first attack on Mulhouse, in which he took part.
"They say," remarks some one, "that the Germans scamper94 off as soon as they see the French?"
"That's what they say at the depot, is it? Well, since you are about to leave for the front, you will see for yourselves."
Roberty is bored to death at Humes, though he tolerates the H?tel Girardot, with its garden and loft. He forgets his rank, and spends his leisure time with us. Discipline has already gained such a hold on us that at first we feel uneasy at such intimacy95 with a lieutenant. But really it is[Pg 27] impossible to keep one's distance with Roberty. And now we have an additional comrade under the apple-tree or under the spiders' webs in the loft.
News at last. The French have had to fall back in Alsace. A big effort, however, is soon to be made in the north. The Russians have crossed the Prussian frontiers. In spite of slight impediments, things continue to go well.
Saturday, 22nd August.
By flattering the quartermaster I have had my haversack, which was slightly worn, exchanged for a new one. I put my things in it with the contented96 feeling of one who has managed to purchase a glass cupboard after years of economy.
How calm it is to-day! In the corner where I have taken refuge with my writing materials geese are gobbling up haricots under my very feet, as pleased as Punch at their daring.
The youths of Class 14 appear on the scene; they are mostly from the Vosges.
We tell them—
"Hullo, young ones! The war will be over before your training is finished."
They agree with the sentiment, though vexed97 to think it may be true. And they assure us they would do everything required of them, if called upon, just as well as the older men.
"All the same," we reply, "you can't expect us to want the war to continue merely to enable you to give an exhibition of your talents!"
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