The order to leave came this evening. Our detachment is to join up with the 352nd.
Final preparations: all the tins of preserves we had piled up in Girardot's loft1 are divided out amongst the men of the squadron; these tins—foies gras, tongue, knuckle2 of ham, corned beef—are called Rimailhos, because of their calibre.
At seven in the morning we leave Humes. The entire depot3 is present, and the people of the district bring us flowers with which we adorn4 our rifles. Roll-call. A short address by the commander of the depot. Shouts of "Vive la France!" En route as we thunder forth5 the Marseillaise.
At Langres station we pile up our rifles. A few innocent fellows scribble6 postcards, whilst we poke7 fun at them.
"Do you mean to say you're writing? You know it will never reach its destination!"
There is a sense of satisfaction, however, in sending a thought to those at home.
The train is ready. Our haversacks are strapped8[Pg 59] on and we line up on the platform. The regulations order silence, but each man is shouting with all his might. When the train begins to move, there are ten heads and shoulders pressing out at the windows. We again shriek9 out the Marseillaise. In point of fact, where are we going? Where is the 352nd? No one knows, not even Roberty.
He has chosen our squadron to supply a police guard for the train. This is a sign of favouritism: the police guard fills three first-class compartments10, whilst the other poor fellows are piled in tens in third-class carriages, or even in vans. At each station the guard jump down on to the platform, bayonet fixed11, and helmet strapped round the chin. Theoretically they must see to it that no one leaves the station. In reality they say to their comrades, who disperse12 in every direction—
"Fetch me a quart, old man! See, here's my can! You understand I cannot go myself as it is my business to prevent any one leaving."
Belin, our corporal, has served nine years in the Foreign Legion, and so he knows the ropes. The gentlest and pleasantest of companions. In the two first-class carriages, besides Roberty, are Reymond and myself, Maxence, whom I have already mentioned, a handsome fellow from the Franche-Comté, head taller than the rest of us, a lawyer and big landed proprietor13, who knows Verlaine by heart, and lastly, Jacquard, Varlet and Charensac.
The day is spent in eating preserved food,[Pg 60] smoking pipes, playing cards, and roaring out songs and jokes.
Sometimes the train stops for a couple of hours in the open country. Men go off into the fields for the sheer pleasure of disobeying orders and stretching their limbs; when they see the train once again on the move they come running up like madmen and soon overtake it, for the driver carries us along at a jog-trot pace.
A comic alarm during the night: sudden firing in the neighbourhood of Troyes. Is the train being attacked, in the way we read about in a schoolboy's romance? Our valiant15 men, leaping up from sleep, immediately cram16 cartridges17 in their rifles and jump out on to the track. Simply a few petards exploded on the rails. Now we can sleep.
Thursday, 10th September.
Corbeil. Six hours' forced inactivity! We make some coffee along the track. A train full of wounded enters the station. We hurry to the doors of the vans and find that they are packed with soldiers of all sorts, lying pêle-mêle on the floor, arms, legs and heads intertwined. The uniforms are unrecognizable and in rags, covered with dust and blood.
And we, who are proceeding18 to the firing line, gaze open-mouthed on those who have just come back from it. Evidently there is terrible fighting going on, but the wounded have little to say. With a shake of the head they remark—
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"Yes, yes, things are progressing ... but it's a tough business!"
"We are winning, are we not?"
"Yes, but it takes time!"
Bayonet charges, frightful19 whirling gusts20 of shot and shell, fields and woods strewn with dead, the moaning of the wounded; such is a summary of what each man has witnessed, just a tiny corner of the battle. No clear general impression. Unshaken confidence in the final result, along with a consciousness of the difficulty of the task.
A carriage filled with German prisoners. We elbow one another to catch a glimpse of them. One of them, his shoulder and arm all twisted up, asks—
"Are you reservists?"
Some one nods assent22.
Thereupon he says—
"I, too, am a reservist like you."
Anxious to create a feeling of sympathy, he exhibits his wound.
I say to him—
"Mon gar?on, you shouldn't have gone to war."
No sooner has one train left the station than another steams up; for several hours the wounded file past without a break.
At five in the evening the lieutenant23, after a long conversation with the station-master, announces that the detachment is to cross Paris. Delirious24 joy.
We reach the Gare de Lyons and, shouldering arms, proceed in columns of fours to the Gare Saint-Lazare.
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Our men hail every taxi-cab driver they see.
"I say, old man, just go and tell my wife ... or my mother ... or my sister, will you? She lives in such a street, such a number. Hurry up and bring her along."
"All right!"
Off goes the chauffeur25. Half an hour after he is back with the whole family, and, amid the emotion and excitement of so unexpected a reunion, slips away without a thought of payment.
Halt in front of the Cirque d'Hiver. We pile our rifles and take off our haversacks. The crowd collects around and proves very emotional. Useless to say to one's friends or relatives—
"Don't carry things too far, we are not coming back, we are only going!"
The good-natured public will listen to nothing; they give us credit and treat us as heroes just the same.
A second halt at Rue26 Auber. The crowd around grows larger and larger. It appears that Paris has been really threatened. This morning's communiqué, however, states that the enemy has retired27 a distance of forty kilometres.
At the Gare Saint-Lazare more than two hundred out of the five hundred men belonging to the detachment have their family around them.
At nine the train is waiting and we have to leave. We embrace and shout, laugh and cry, promise to return soon and to write.
Roberty, Reymond and I have made up our mind to travel first-class. In one of the compart[Pg 63]ments a very stylish28, gentlemanly-looking individual has installed himself. Strapping29 my helmet under my chin, I assume a tone of voice at once firm and courteous30, and say—
"I beg pardon, monsieur, but you are occupying a seat reserved for the chief."
The gentleman, abashed31, vaguely32 stammers33 some excuse or other, hurriedly snatches up his valise and travelling rug and looks for another seat.
When he has gone, I remark—
"What a bouncer!"
The three of us sprawl34 at our ease over the six seats, posing as well-to-do persons off on a holiday.
We walk along the passage. A wounded corporal, belonging to Class 12, promises us victory, and is intoxicated35 at the prospect36.
In reply to our questions, he says—
"You ask if we have got them? We're simply sweeping37 the ground with them! I killed one this afternoon, a sergeant38. Here's his shoulder tab and his belt clasp. Read the words on it: Gott mit uns. What brazen39 effrontery40!
"Just think, he was running away. I caught him up and gave him a dig with my bayonet between the shoulders. Then, do you know what the cur did? He actually turned round and wounded me. I gave him another thrust and finished him off.
"I could never have thought it would give one so jolly a feeling to kill a man."
After a moment's reflection—
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"After all, this is an ugly cut in the thigh41. He might have maimed me for life."
"That's perhaps what he wanted to do."
The wounded man sinks into a meditative42 mood. All through the night we roll along until we reach our station, when we descend43 and march away for the front.
Friday, 11th September.
About noon we enter the devastated44 zone at Dammartin: the telegraph lines have been torn down. Right and left of the road trees lie stretched on the ground; heaps of ashes are all that remains45 of the hayricks. In a ditch lies a corpse46 in red trousers and blue coat. Most of the men of the detachment have not yet been in the fighting line, and this is the first dead man, left lying on the ground, that they have seen. They are considerably48 moved, and even surprised.
We reach Nanteuil-le-Haudouin. The station has been destroyed. A convoy49 of provisions and supplies passes, escorted by cuirassiers. A glorious sunset.
A prolonged halt in front of the mairie. The place is full of troops and the mayor is at loss where to put us up.
"Go to Wattebled's farm," he says to the lieutenant.
This is a fine farm, though situated50 at the farther end of the town. The farmer is serving. Officers of the enemy have lodged51 in the building and have left the place in a dreadful condition.[Pg 65] All the cupboards and wardrobes have been ransacked52, and the contents flung about the rooms. The cellar is empty; broken bottles lie in every corner.
The beds, however, have been left intact. We quickly stretch ourselves at full length, delighted to rest after travelling for two nights and three days. The dinner has been nothing to boast of—neither bread nor wine, and scarcely any light.
Saturday, 12th September.
Whilst awaiting fresh supplies, which postpone53 our departure several hours, we explore the district. Those stores whose proprietors54 were absent have been methodically pillaged55; whatever could not be carried away has been broken to pieces. In the wine and tobacco shops nothing but the walls are left standing56.
On the doors, chalk inscriptions57 indicate which German troops were quartered there. The inhabitants are still somewhat scared; they can hardly believe in their good fortune at finding themselves safe.
We obtain as much rum and wine as we want from a wholesale58 wine dealer59! The Germans had had time neither to remove nor to destroy his barrels and hogsheads. The news spreads like wildfire through the quarters.
Each squadron delegates a man laden60 with cans slung61 over his shoulder. They press around the barrels in an endless file. An artillery62 officer wishes to prevent the infantry63 from approaching[Pg 66] the wine store, especially his own men. Howls and protests. Lieutenant Roberty has to intervene before we can enter the place.
Meanwhile, the stores have arrived. Whilst the pots are boiling we improvise64 a lunch for twenty-five in the large dining-room. The manager lends us napkins and a tablecloth65, plates and glasses, and even a jardinière for putting flowers on the table. Our ordinary fare includes a fillet of beef and we have bought three fowls66. Each man brings his own wine and bread.
This sybaritic life, however, cannot last indefinitely. At two o'clock we make our way through a district which has witnessed terrible battles. Arms and equipments, képis and helmets and cloaks strew21 the ground. The smell of decomposing67 bodies passes in whiffs; it proceeds mainly from dead horses, still unburied, rotting away, their bodies all swollen68 and their legs rigid69. By the side of a stack of hay three German corpses70 await the services of a grave-digger. Their greyish-green uniform seems to harmonize with the colour of the hay.
At the halt, in a carriage left behind by the enemy, we find Berlin journals telling of victories in Belgium, along with a confused mass of note-books, night-lights—very convenient articles, these,—a broken phonograph, and German postcards all containing wishes that the recipients71 may have a good time in Paris, etc.
Peasants come along with tales that uhlans are lurking72 in the neighbourhood. We waste a[Pg 67] couple of hours in sending patrols to scour73 the woods. Not a single uhlan to be seen. We are caught in a shower of rain and reach Lévignen at nightfall, wet through. The silence and solitude74 are intense. Enormous gaps in the houses have been made by shells. The gamekeeper—perhaps the only inhabitant—proposes to the lieutenant that the detachment be lodged in the church. By the light of candles which are speedily lit, the men make the best of the situation, only too pleased to be out of the rain. The church, however, is too small. Half the detachment wanders about the abandoned village as the downpour continues.
At all hazards we enter a house. No one is there, but we find beds, a stove and wood. There is no water, however, for making coffee, so I fill a large bowl with the rain streaming from a spout75. A few tins of preserved meat and some wine have been left behind, so the lieutenant, Belin, Reymond, Maxence and myself easily manage to make a good meal and to sleep under a sheltering roof.
Sunday, 13th September.
It appears that there is a dead German at the mairie. We go to look at him. There the fellow lies, stretched on the floor. His head is concealed76 beneath his arms; his sides, back and legs have been stripped bare by a shell explosion and he has evidently dragged himself here to die. A smell of decomposing flesh puts us to flight.
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The detachment again starts off early across a devastated land. We are gaily77 received by the inhabitants of Villers-Cotterets, who, delivered from the enemy a couple of nights previously78, fête the French troops incessantly79 marching into the town.
We quarter ourselves in the goods station, already partly occupied by wounded soldiers awaiting evacuation. Two Red Cross ladies, who had remained during the occupation, are kept busily employed. One of them appears behind a huge pot filled with coffee, from which the wounded help themselves. A German, his field-grey uniform in tatters, his jaws80 contracted and arms and legs all twisted up, is dying in a corner between two men attendants who do their best to relieve his agony. Other Germans, more or less wounded, lie pêle-mêle on the straw near our own men. No disputes or quarrels, victors and vanquished81 are alike exhausted82.
The town gives more than ever the impression of a grand review. This is the headquarters of the Sixth Army; motor-cars rush up and down; in the streets are soldiers of every description, staff officers, generals. A 40-h.p. motor-car, flying the Stars and Stripes, stops in front of the mairie: immediately we imagine that the United States ambassador has come to offer peace on behalf of Germany, and we discuss the terms and conditions we must lay down.
Flanked by gendarmes83, a knot of prisoners files past. They are in rags, covered with dust, and[Pg 69] appear worn out. Soldiers and civilians84 line the road and watch them intently; not an exclamation85 is uttered; on every face is a look of radiant gaiety, forming a striking contrast with the surly expressions of the beaten Germans. Some of the latter have humble-looking, sensitive, fresh-complexioned countenances86; these are the ones who must have committed the worst atrocities87 of all.
We profit by the general confusion and good humour to slip into a hotel reserved for officers and indulge in a luxurious88 repast.
It is also by dint89 of cunning and astuteness90 that Reymond, Maxence and myself manage to find lodging91 with some honest people who place at our disposal two bedrooms and a dressing92-room. Only the previous week they had boarded a Prussian colonel who daily explained the mathematical reasons which would ensure the triumph of Germany. And then, only two days ago, he galloped93 off without finishing his demonstration94. He was so hurried that he kicked down his bedroom door. He was daily in the habit of locking it himself, but in his excitement he had forgotten where he had put the key ... perhaps even where the lock was! My host points to the broken panels, quite pleased to have such a proof of German disorder95 and confusion.
Monday, 14th September.
When shall we see white bed-sheets again? Such luxury has turned our heads, and Villers-[Pg 70]Cotterets, intact and full of life, in the midst of a scene of ruin and desolation, seems to us the very capital of the world! The dull growl96 of the cannon97 is heard away in the distance.
An abundant supply of fresh meat, preserves and wine. En route for the headquarters of the Army Corps47, where directions will be given us for joining the regiment98.
A long march through the forest. More dead horses and that intolerable stench of decomposing flesh which strikes one brutally99 full in the face like a lash100.
The roar of cannon draws nearer. We halt in a field. A detachment of prisoners passes along the road.
Still the wounded come; in groups of twos, threes and fours they make their way, after a summary dressing of their wounds, in the direction of the ambulance, hobbling along, leaning on sticks or on a comrade's shoulder.
They ask—
"Is it far to Villers-Cotterets?"
"Fifteen kilometres."
"Ah! Là là!"
Amongst them are men of the 352nd. Having met at the depot we recognize one another, and ask—
"Are the enemy retreating?"
"No, it seems as though they were determined101 to halt by the river."
We also learn that shells are beginning to fall a few hundred yards distant.
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At the entrance to Ambleny, near the Aisne, a staff captain stops Roberty: it is impossible to cross the bridge in the daytime; the headquarters have been transferred to Vic-sur-Aisne, which place it is too late to reach to-day. We are quartered in an abandoned saw-mill.
Our last Rimailhos supply us with a solid meal. There comes a knock at the door—a lost soldier in search of food and lodging. We invite him in. On seeing our repast, a broad smile illumines his face, and he remarks—
"How lucky I fell in with you!"
As the lieutenant gives him a copious102 portion and pours out a generous bumper103 of wine, the man says, his mouth full of food—
"Merci, Monsieur Roberty."
"What! Do you know me?"
"A little. And you also (indicating myself). I am a waiter in Lavenue's restaurant. I served you at lunch the day following the mobilization."
Greatly moved, we grasp his hand effusively104, and say—
"Excuse us, old man, we did not recognize you."
He quite understands, whereupon Roberty adds—
"Now just remain seated; I'm going to serve you myself."
Dinner over, we offer him the corner containing the most abundant supply of straw, and fall off to sleep.
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Tuesday, 15th September.
A long detour105 to reach Vic-sur-Aisne. Halt in front of the keep by the castle moat. The lieutenant goes for orders to the staff at headquarters. Whilst awaiting his return we watch German prisoners as they come and go in the enclosure.
A hostile aeroplane is hovering106 above the town. Received with a brisk fusillade and exploding shrapnel, it disappears. The general in command of the corps passes by on horseback, followed by a numerous staff. Lined up, behind our piles of arms, we salute107. A fine subject for an Academy picture.
Roberty returns; the regiment is in the first line, between Fontenoy and Port-Fontenoy. En route to join it.
We proceed along the Aisne in Indian file over a bombarded road. On our left, behind the hill, fighting is taking place; always the same sound, as of carpets being beaten or planks108 being nailed down. Here comes a battalion109 of our regiment; the other is in the trenches110. A bivouac is installed on the side of a hillock in a meadow surrounded by trees. Evening descends111. We build huts made of trusses of straw, torn from a neighbouring stack. The stack melts away and finally disappears, having been transformed into a little negro village. The fire needed for the cooking of our meal sets up great flares112 of light, ... too great, in all probability, for a hail of bullets whistles about our ears. Where does it come from? Mystery!
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"Put out the fires and lie flat on the ground!" shout the officers.
The bullets continue; some strike the ground with a sharp, cracking sound, others ricochet and glance off! Piou! Piou!
I lie there and wait until this storm of iron, more irritating than dangerous, has passed. The thought enters my mind—
"How bothering! It has even lost the attraction of novelty for me now."
As one who has already seen fire, I feel impelled113 to address a few words to my neighbours, Maxence and Sergeant Chaboy. Curious to gather their impressions, I crawl up to them and slyly ask—
"Well, raw ones, what do you think of the stew114?"
They are both asleep. As I receive nothing but a snore for an answer, I do not insist.
Firing ceases as suddenly as it began. We rise to our feet; one man is wounded and a gamelle shot through. That's all.
After fire comes water; an implacable shower beats down upon our poor straw shelters, penetrating115 right through and laying them flat on the ground. The place must be left.
At the foot of the hill, the village of Port-Fontenoy. Every house is full of troops. Not the tiniest shed or loft is available. And here stands the colonel, buried beneath his hood14, his face lit up by the intermittent116 lights coming from his pipe.
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"Those who have just come from the depot," he says, "had better make shift in the yard here."
We make shift.
Reymond and Roberty slip away under a cart; I follow suit. Two others join us. Here, at all events, we are somewhat sheltered from the rain. I feel the ground: it is a bed of dung, and soft to the touch. Somebody's muddy shoe is pressed against my face; my back is being used as a pillow by the lieutenant. Huddling117 together, we feel the cold less. We have had no dinner, merely some paté de foie gras spread between biscuits as hard as wood. There is a strange odour about our hands, and the dining-room is anything but comfortable.
Wednesday, 16th September.
The night has been a long one, rain falling all the time. We burst out laughing when we discover how dirty we look.
The order comes to cross the wood and reach the crest118 of the hill, beyond which something is happening—something serious, to judge by the noise. On the other bank of the Aisne, scarcely a kilometre distant, the small station of Ambleny-Fontenoy is being bombarded. The volleys pass over our heads, making a noise like that of a tram skidding119 over the rails. A flaky patch of white smoke indicates where the explosion takes place.
We make wagers120 as to where the next shell will fall.
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That one—looking in the air to see the snorting projectile121 pass—will be for the station.
Pan! The red roof crumbles122 in. At that moment a train enters the station. The Germans see it; a projectile falls twenty yards in front of the engine; another, ten yards in front; a third, well aimed, but a little short. The engine-driver does not lose his head; he reverses the engine. Four consecutive123 explosions on the very spot the locomotive has just left.
Applause and shrieks124 of joy.
Both train and station seem very much like Nuremberg toys. One must reflect if emotion is to be genuine.
The sun's rays speedily dry our coats on our backs. Some of the men sleep, whilst the artillery duel125 redoubles in intensity126.
Varlet has gone into the village to make lunch. He returns, furious, with dishevelled hair and empty hands.
"Well! Where's lunch?"
Varlet vociferates—
"Lunch, indeed, Zut! You'll have to tighten127 your belts a little more. A marmite fell right in the middle of it all."
Varlet tells his tale: he heard the whistling sound, and knew that he was in for it. He had just time to plunge128 head first into a dog's kennel129.
"When the thing exploded," explains our cook, "there was only my head inside, the dog prevented me from entering farther."
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Good-bye to lunch and the toothsome dishes. Belin is exasperated130.
"How will my squadron manage for meals now?" he wonders.
Prowling about, we discover a little grotto131, a comfortable shelter in case of bombardment. Meanwhile, each man makes his own conjectures132. Shall we attack this evening or to-morrow? Manifestly we have not been brought here to take an afternoon nap in the sun.
Suddenly an order comes that we are to be quartered at Port-Fontenoy. The deuce! This is the point of impact, the magnet that draws all the shells of the district.
A barn full of hay and straw. We fling ourselves on to the ground and sleep comes instantaneously.
About two in the morning Jacquard, whose turn it is to stand sentry133 before the door, shakes Roberty, who is soundly sleeping.
"Mon lieutenant, shells are falling in the yard, we shall all be blown to pieces if we stay here!"
Roberty, whose capacity for sleep is quite out of the common, turns over on to his side and growls—
"All right! don't disturb me. To-morrow I will look into the matter."
Jacquard, offended, returns to his post.
Thursday, 17th September.
Standing on a slight eminence134, we watch the shells, from early dawn, falling on to the station.
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In the evening we return to Port-Fontenoy. This time the squadron lodges135 in a goat-shed. It is very warm and intimate.
Friday, 18th September.
The 6th battalion comes down from the outposts. What a state they are in! They have just spent four days and nights in the first line, in trenches improvised136 and devoid137 of shelter. And yet we thought ourselves dirty!
They look haggard and dazed, and are covered with mud from head to foot. We crowd around. Their first words are—
"Have you any tobacco? All ours is finished."
We supply them with tobacco, even with a superior brand of cigarette.
Thereupon interest in life returns, and they consent to talk.
"And what of Verrier? Is he alive?"
"Yes."
"Which company?"
"The 23rd."
Reymond and I run off in the direction indicated.
In front of a grotto some men are lying on the ground.
"Is this the 23rd?"
"It is."
"Is there any one here named Verrier?"
Then Verrier himself, pale, emaciated138 and in rags, rises from the grotto, like Lazarus from the tomb. A Mephistophelean goat-beard, which he has grown, makes his long face appear longer[Pg 78] than ever. He sees us holding out our hands to him, but he bursts out, without the slightest greeting—
"Tell me, a war like this can't last a fortnight longer, surely, can it?"
This question puts us into a jovial139 mood.
"The war, old fellow? It will last a couple of years," we assure him.
"Well, then," sighs Verrier, "let me sit down."
We carry him off to Lieutenant Roberty. Then we place him in the sunshine, bring him coffee and tobacco, and lend him a brush. He feels better.
This evening the men of our detachment are distributed out amongst the various companies. The whole of our squadron becomes the first squadron of the 24th. Roberty is in command of the first section. He obtains permission for Verrier to be transferred from the 23rd to the 24th. How fortunate to be shoulder to shoulder again! It is so much easier to fight with one's friends by one's side.
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