A star-shell holds the sky beyond
Shell-shivered Loos, and drops
In million sparkles on a pond
That lies by Hulluch copse.
A moment's brightness in the sky,
To vanish at a breath,
And die away, as soldiers die
Upon the wastes of death.
"There'll be some char1 (tea) in a minute," said Bill, as he slid over the parapet into the trench2. "I've got some cake, a tin of sardines3 and a box of cigars, fat ones."
"You've been at a dead man's pack," I said.
"The dead don't need nuffink," said Bill.
It is a common practice with the troops after a charge to take food from the packs of their fallen comrades. Such actions are inevitable4; when crossing the top, men carry very little, for too much weight is apt to hamper5 their movements.
Transports coming along new roads are[166] liable to delay, and in many cases they get blown out of existence altogether. When rations6 arrive, if they arrive, they are not up to the usual standard, and men would go hungry if death did not come in and help them. As it happens, however, soldiers feed well after a charge.
Bill lit a candle in the German dug-out, applied7 a match to a brazier and placed his mess-tin on the flames. The dug-out with its flickering8 taper9 gave me an idea of cosiness10, coming in as I did from the shell-scarred village and its bleak11 cobbled streets. To sit down here on a sandbag (Bill had used the wooden seats for a fire) where men had to accommodate themselves on a pigmy scale, was very comfortable and reassuring12. The light of the candle and brazier cast a spell of subtle witchery on the black walls and the bayonets gleaming against the roof, but despite this, innumerable shadows lurked13 in the corners, holding some dark council.
"Ha!" said Bill, red in the face from his exertions14 over the fire. "There's the water singin' in the mess-tin; it'll soon be dancin'."
The water began to splutter merrily as he spoke15, and he emptied the tea on the tin which he lifted from the brazier with his bayonet. From his pack he brought forth16 a loaf and cut it into good thick slices.
"Now some sardines, and we're as comfy[167] as kings," he muttered. "We'll 'ave a meal fit for a gentleman, any gentleman in the land."
"What sort of meal is fit for a gentleman?" I asked.
"Oh! a real good proper feed," said Bill. "Suthin' that fills the guts17."
The meal was fit for a gentleman indeed; in turn we drank the tea from the mess-tin and lifted the sardines from the tin with our fingers; we had lost our forks as well as most of our equipment.
"What are you goin' to do now?" asked Bill, when we had finished.
"I don't know that there's anything to be done in my job," I said. "All the wounded have been taken in from here."
"There's no water to be got," said Bill. "There's a pump in the street, but nobody knows whether it's poisoned or not. The nearest well that's safe to drink from is at Maroc."
"Is there a jar about?" I asked Bill, and he unearthed18 one from the corner of his jacket. "I'll go to Maroc and bring up a jar of water," I said. "I'll get back by midnight, if I'm not strafed."
I went out on the road. The night had cleared and was now breezy; the moon rode high amongst scurrying19 clouds, the trees in the fields were harassed20 by a tossing motion[168] and leant towards the village as if seeking to get there. The grasses shivered, agitated21 and helpless, and behind the Twin Towers of Loos the star-shells burst into many-coloured flames and showed like a summer flower-garden against the sky. A windmill, with one wing intact, stood out, a ghostly phantom22, on a rise overlooking Hulluch.
The road to Maroc was very quiet and almost deserted23; the nightly traffic had not yet begun, and the nightly cannonade was as yet merely fumbling24 for an opening. The wrecks25 of the previous days were still lying there; long-eared mules27 immobile in the shafts28 of shattered limbers, dead Highlanders with their white legs showing wan29 in the moonlight, boys in khaki with their faces pressed tightly against the cobblestones, broken wagons30, discarded stretchers, and derelict mailbags with their rain-sodden parcels and letters from home.
Many wounded were still lying out in the fields. I could hear them calling for help and groaning31.
"How long had they lain there?" I asked myself. "Two days, probably. Poor devils!"
I walked along, the water jar knocking against my legs. My heart was filled with gloom. "What is the meaning of all this?" I queried32. "This wastage, this hell?"
[169]
A white face peered up at me from a ditch by the roadside, and a weak voice whispered, "Matey!"
"What is it, chummy?" I queried, coming close to the wounded man.
"Can you get me in?" he asked. "I've been out for—oh! I don't know how long," he moaned.
"Where are you wounded?" I asked.
"I got a dose of shrapnel, matey," he said. "One bullet caught me in the heel, another in the shoulder."
"Has anybody dressed the wounds?" I asked.
"Aye, aye," he answered. "Somebody did, then went off and left me here."
"Do you think you could grip me tightly round the shoulders if I put you on my back?" I said. "I'll try and carry you in."
"We'll give it a trial," said the man in a glad voice, and I flung the jar aside and hoisted33 him on my back.
Already I was worn out with having had no sleep for two nights, and the man on my back was heavy. For awhile I tried to walk upright, but gradually my head came nearer the ground.
"I can't go any further," I said at last, coming to a bank on the roadside and resting my burden. "I feel played out. I'll see if I can get any help. There's a party of[170] men working over there. I'll try and get a few to assist me."
The man lay back on the grass and did not answer. Probably he had lost consciousness.
A Scotch34 regiment35 was at work in the field, digging trenches36; I approached an officer, a dark, low set man with a heavy black moustache.
"Could you give me some men to assist me to carry in wounded?" I asked. "On each side of the road there are dozens——"
"Can't spare any men," said the officer. "Haven't enough for the work here."
"Many of your own countrymen are out there," I said.
"Can't help it," said the man. "We all have plenty of work here."
I glanced at the man's shoulder and saw that he belonged to "The Lone37 Star Crush"; he was a second-lieutenant. Second-lieutenants fight well, but lack initiative.
A captain was directing work near at hand, and I went up to him.
"I'm a stretcher-bearer," I said. "The fields round here are crowded with wounded who have been lying out for ever so long. I should like to take them into the dressing-station. Could you give me some men to help me?"
[171]
"Do you come from the Highlands?" asked the captain.
"No, I come from Ireland," I said.
"Oh!" said the officer; then inquired: "How many men do you want?"
"As many as you can spare."
"Will twenty do?" I was asked.
I went down the road in charge of twenty men, stalwart Highlanders, massive of shoulder and thew, and set about collecting the wounded. Two doors, a barrow and a light cart were procured38, and we helped the stricken men on these conveyances39. Some men were taken away across the Highlanders' shoulders, and some who were not too badly hurt limped in with one man to help each case. The fellow whom I left lying by the roadside was placed on a door and borne away.
I approached another officer, a major this time, and twelve men were handed over to my care; again six men were found and finally eight who set about their work like Trojans.
My first twenty returned with wheeled and hand stretchers, and scoured40 the fields near Loos. By dawn fifty-three wounded soldiers were taken in by the men whom I got to assist me, and I made my way back to the trench with a jar full of water. Wild, vague, and fragmentary thoughts rioted through[172] my mind, and I was conscious of a wonderful exhilaration. I was so pleased with myself that I could dance along the road and sing with pure joy. Whether the mood was brought about by my success in obtaining men or saving wounded I could not determine. Anyhow, I did not attempt to analyse the mood; I was happy and I was alive, with warm blood palpitating joyously41 through my veins42.
I found a full pack lying in the road beside a dead mule26 which lay between the shafts of a limber. The animal's ears stuck perkily up like birds on a fence.
In the pack I found an overcoat, a dozen bars of chocolate, and a piece of sultana cake.
I crossed the field. The darkness hung heavy as yet, and it was difficult to pick one's way. Now I dropped into a shell-hole and fell flat on my face, and again my feet got entangled43 in lines of treacherous44 trip-wire, and I went headlong.
"Halt!"
I uttered an exclamation45 of surprise and fear, and stopped short a few inches from the point of a bayonet. Staring into the darkness I discerned the man who had ordered me to halt. One knee was on the ground, and a white hand clutched the rifle barrel. I could hear him breathing heavily.
[173]
"What's wrong with you, man?" I asked.
"'Oo are yer?" inquired the sentry46.
"A London Irish stretcher-bearer," I said.
"Why are yer comin' through our lines?" asked the sentry.
"I'm just going back to the trench," I said. "I've been taking a wounded man down to Maroc."
"To where?" asked the man with the bayonet.
"Oh! it seems as if you don't know this place," I said. "Are you new to this part of the world?"
The man made no answer, he merely shoved his bayonet nearer my breast and whistled softly. As if in reply to this signal, two forms took shape in the darkness and approached the sentry.
"What's wrong?" asked one of the newcomers.
"This 'ere bloke comes up just now," said the sentry, pointing the bayonet at my face. "'E began to ask me questions and I 'ad my suspicions, so I whistled."
"That's right," said one of the newcomers, rubbing a thoughtful hand over the bayonet which he carried; then he turned to me. "Come along wiv us," he said, and, escorted by the two soldiers, I made my way across the field towards a ruined building which was raked at intervals47 by the German artillery48.[174] The field, was peopled with soldiers lying flat on waterproof49 sheets, and many of the men were asleep. None had been there in the early part of the night.
An officer, an elderly man with a white moustache, sat under the shade of the building holding an electric lamp in one hand and writing in a notebook with the other. We came to a halt opposite him.
"What have you here?" he asked, looking at one of my captors.
"We found this man inquiring what regiment was here and if it had just come," said the soldier on my right who, by the stripes on his sleeve, I perceived was a corporal. "He aroused our suspicions and we took him prisoner."
"What is your name?" asked the officer, turning to me.
I told him. As I spoke a German shell whizzed over our heads and burst about three hundred yards to rear. The escort and the officer went flop50 to earth and lay there for the space of a second.
"You don't need to duck," I said. "That shell burst half a mile away."
"Is that so?" asked the officer, getting to his feet. "I thought it——Oh! what's your name?"
I told him my name the second time.
"That's your real name?" he queried.
[175]
I assured him that it was, but my assurance was lost, for a second shell rioted overhead, and the escort and officer went again flop to the cold ground.
"That shell has gone further than the last," I said to the prostrate51 figures. "The Germans are shelling the road on the right; it's a pastime of theirs."
"Is that so?" asked the officer, getting to his feet again. Then, hurriedly, "What's your regiment?"
Before I had time to reply, three more prisoners were taken in under escort; I recognised Pryor as one of them. He carried a jar of water in his hand.
"Who are these?" asked the officer.
"They came up to the sentry and asked questions about the regiment," said the fresh escort. "The sentry's suspicions were aroused and he signalled to us, and we came forward and arrested these three persons."
The officer looked at the prisoners.
"What are your names, your regiments52?" he asked. "Answer quickly. I've no time to waste."
"May I answer, sir?" I asked.
"What have you to say?" inquired the officer.
"Hundreds of men cross this field nightly," I said. "Working-parties, ration-fatigues, stretcher-bearers and innumerable others cross[176] here. They're going up and down all night. By the way you duck when a shell passes high above you, I judge that you have just come out here. If you spend your time taking prisoners all who break through your line" (two fresh prisoners were brought in as I spoke) "you'll be busy asking English soldiers questions till dawn. I hope I don't offend you in telling you this."
The officer was deep in thought for a moment; then he said to me, "Thanks very much, you can return to your battalion53." I walked away. As I went off I heard the officer speak to the escorts.
"You'd better release these men," he said. "I find this field is a sort of public thoroughfare."
A brigade was camped in the field, I discovered. The next regiment I encountered took me prisoner also; but a few shells dropped near at hand and took up the attention of my captor for a moment. This was an opportunity not to be missed; I simply walked away from bondage54 and sought the refuge of my own trench.
"Thank goodness," I said, as I slid over the parapet. "I'll have a few hours' sleep now."
But there was no rest for me. A few of our men, weary of the monotony of the dug-out, had crept up to the German trench,[177] where they amused themselves by flinging bombs on the enemy. As if they had not had enough fighting!
On my return they were coming back in certain stages of demolition55. One with a bullet in his foot, another with a shell-splinter in his cheek, and a third without a thumb.
These had to be dressed and taken into Maroc before dawn.
A stretcher-bearer at the front has little of the excitement of war, and weary hours of dull work come his way when the excitement is over.
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
char
|
|
| v.烧焦；使...燃烧成焦炭 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
trench
|
|
| n./v.(挖)沟，(挖)战壕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
sardines
|
|
| n. 沙丁鱼 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
inevitable
|
|
| adj.不可避免的，必然发生的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
hamper
|
|
| vt.妨碍，束缚，限制；n.(有盖的)大篮子 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
rations
|
|
| 定量( ration的名词复数 )； 配给量； 正常量； 合理的量 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
applied
|
|
| adj.应用的；v.应用，适用 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
flickering
|
|
| adj.闪烁的，摇曳的，一闪一闪的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
taper
|
|
| n.小蜡烛，尖细，渐弱；adj.尖细的；v.逐渐变小 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
cosiness
|
|
| n.舒适，安逸 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
bleak
|
|
| adj.(天气)阴冷的；凄凉的；暗淡的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
reassuring
|
|
| a.使人消除恐惧和疑虑的，使人放心的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
lurked
|
|
| vi.潜伏，埋伏（lurk的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
exertions
|
|
| n.努力( exertion的名词复数 )；费力；（能力、权力等的）运用；行使 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
guts
|
|
| v.狼吞虎咽，贪婪地吃，飞碟游戏（比赛双方每组5人，相距15码，互相掷接飞碟）；毁坏（建筑物等）的内部( gut的第三人称单数 )；取出…的内脏n.勇气( gut的名词复数 )；内脏；消化道的下段；肠 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
unearthed
|
|
| 出土的（考古） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
scurrying
|
|
| v.急匆匆地走( scurry的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
harassed
|
|
| adj. 疲倦的，厌烦的 动词harass的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
agitated
|
|
| adj.被鼓动的，不安的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
phantom
|
|
| n.幻影，虚位，幽灵；adj.错觉的，幻影的，幽灵的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
deserted
|
|
| adj.荒芜的，荒废的，无人的，被遗弃的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
fumbling
|
|
| n. 摸索,漏接 v. 摸索,摸弄,笨拙的处理 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
wrecks
|
|
| n.沉船( wreck的名词复数 )；（事故中）遭严重毁坏的汽车（或飞机等）；（身体或精神上）受到严重损伤的人；状况非常糟糕的车辆（或建筑物等）v.毁坏[毁灭]某物( wreck的第三人称单数 )；使（船舶）失事，使遇难，使下沉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
mule
|
|
| n.骡子，杂种，执拗的人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
mules
|
|
| 骡( mule的名词复数 )； 拖鞋； 顽固的人； 越境运毒者 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
shafts
|
|
| n.轴( shaft的名词复数 )；（箭、高尔夫球棒等的）杆；通风井；一阵（疼痛、害怕等） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
wan
|
|
| (wide area network)广域网 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
wagons
|
|
| n.四轮的运货马车( wagon的名词复数 )；铁路货车；小手推车 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
groaning
|
|
| adj. 呜咽的, 呻吟的 动词groan的现在分词形式 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
queried
|
|
| v.质疑，对…表示疑问( query的过去式和过去分词 )；询问 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
hoisted
|
|
| 把…吊起，升起( hoist的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
scotch
|
|
| n.伤口，刻痕；苏格兰威士忌酒；v.粉碎，消灭，阻止；adj.苏格兰(人)的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
regiment
|
|
| n.团，多数，管理；v.组织，编成团，统制 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
trenches
|
|
| 深沟，地沟( trench的名词复数 )； 战壕 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
lone
|
|
| adj.孤寂的，单独的；唯一的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
procured
|
|
| v.（努力）取得， （设法）获得( procure的过去式和过去分词 )；拉皮条 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
conveyances
|
|
| n.传送( conveyance的名词复数 )；运送；表达；运输工具 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
scoured
|
|
| 走遍（某地）搜寻（人或物）( scour的过去式和过去分词 )； （用力）刷； 擦净； 擦亮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
joyously
|
|
| ad.快乐地, 高兴地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
veins
|
|
| n.纹理；矿脉( vein的名词复数 )；静脉；叶脉；纹理 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
entangled
|
|
| adj.卷入的；陷入的；被缠住的；缠在一起的v.使某人（某物/自己）缠绕，纠缠于（某物中），使某人（自己）陷入（困难或复杂的环境中）( entangle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
treacherous
|
|
| adj.不可靠的，有暗藏的危险的；adj.背叛的，背信弃义的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
exclamation
|
|
| n.感叹号，惊呼，惊叹词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
sentry
|
|
| n.哨兵，警卫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
intervals
|
|
| n.[军事]间隔( interval的名词复数 )；间隔时间；[数学]区间；（戏剧、电影或音乐会的）幕间休息 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
artillery
|
|
| n.(军)火炮，大炮；炮兵(部队) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
waterproof
|
|
| n.防水材料；adj.防水的；v.使...能防水 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
flop
|
|
| n.失败(者)，扑通一声；vi.笨重地行动，沉重地落下 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
prostrate
|
|
| v.拜倒，平卧，衰竭；adj.拜倒的，平卧的，衰竭的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
regiments
|
|
| （军队的）团( regiment的名词复数 )； 大量的人或物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
battalion
|
|
| n.营；部队；大队(的人) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
bondage
|
|
| n.奴役，束缚 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
demolition
|
|
| n.破坏,毁坏,毁坏之遗迹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |