The moon looks down upon a ghost-like figure,
Delving1 a furrow2 in the cold, damp sod,
The grave is ready, and the lonely digger
Leaves the departed to their rest and God.
I shape a little cross and plant it deep
To mark the dug-out where my comrades sleep.
"I wish I was in the Ladies' Volunteer Corps3," said Bill Teake next day, as he sat on the fire-step of the trench4 and looked at the illustrated5 daily which had been used in packing a parcel from home.
"Why?" I asked.
"They were in bathing last week," said Teake. "Their picture is here; fine girls they are, too! Oh, blimey!" Bill exclaimed as he glanced at the date on the paper. "This 'ere photo was took last June."
"And this is the 28th of September," said Pryor.
We needed a rest now, but we still were in the trenches6 by the village, holding on and hoping that fresh troops would come up and relieve us.
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"Anything about the war in that paper, Bill?" someone asked.
"Nuthin' much," Bill answered. "The Bishop7 of —— says this is a 'oly war.... Blimey, 'e's talkin' through 'is 'at. 'Oly, indeed, it's 'oly 'ell. D'ye mind when 'e came out 'ere, this 'ere Bishop, an' told us 'e carried messages from our wives, our fathers an' mothers. If I was a married bloke I'd 'ave arst 'im wot did 'e mean by takin' messages from my old woman."
"You interpreted the good man's remarks literally," said Pryor, lighting8 a cigarette. "That was wrong. His remarks were bristling9 with metaphors10. He spoke11 as a man of God so that none could understand him. He said, as far as I can remember, that we could face death without fear if we were forgiven men; that it was wise to get straight with God, and the blood of Christ would wash our sins away, and all the rest of it."
"Stow it, yer bloomin' fool," said Bill Teake. "Yer don't know what yer jawin' about. S'pose a bishop 'as got ter make a livin' like ev'ryone else; an' 'e's got ter work for it. 'Ere's somethin' about parsons in this paper. One is askin' if a man in 'oly Orders should take up arms or not."
"Of course not," said Pryor. "If the parsons take up arms, who'll comfort the women at home when we're gone?"
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"The slackers will comfort them," some one remarked. "I've a great respect for slackers. They'll marry our sweethearts when we're dead."
"We hear nothing of a curates' regiment," I said. "In a Holy War young curates should lead the way."
"They'd make damned good bomb throwers," said Bill.
"Would they swear when making a charge?" I inquired.
"They wouldn't beat us at that," said Bill.
"The holy line would go praying down to die," parodied12 Pryor, and added: "A chaplain may be a good fellow, you know."
"It's a woman's job," said Bill Teake. "Blimey! s'pose women did come out 'ere to comfort us, I wouldn't 'arf go mad with joy. I'd give my last fag, I'd give—oh! anything to see the face of an English girl now.... They say in the papers that hactresses come out 'ere. We've never seen one, 'ave we?"
"Actresses never come out here," said Pryor. "They give a performance miles back to the R.A.M.C., Army Service Corps, and Mechanical Transport men, but for us poor devils in the trenches there is nothing at all, not even decent pay."
"Wot's the reason that the more danger men go into the less their pay?" asked[181] Teake. "The further a man's back from the trenches the more 'e gets."
"Mechanical Transport drivers have a trade that takes a long apprenticeship," said Pryor. "Years perhaps——"
"'Aven't we a trade, too?" asked Bill. "A damned dangerous trade, the most dangerous in the world?"
"What's this?" I asked, peeping over the parados to the road in our rear. "My God! there's a transport wagon13 going along the road!"
"Blimey! you're sprucing," said Bill, peeping over; then his eye fell on a wagon drawn14 by two mules15 going along the highway. "Oh, the damned fools, goin' up that way. They'll not get far."
The enemy occupied a rise on our right, and a machine gun hidden somewhere near the trench swept that road all night. The gun was quiet all day long; no one ventured along there before dusk. A driver sat in front of the wagon, leaning back a little, a whip in his hand. Beside him sat another soldier.... Both were going to their death, the road at a little distance ahead crossed the enemy's trench.
"They have come the wrong way," I said. "They were going to Loos, I suppose, and took the wrong turning at the Vallé Cross-roads. Poor devils!"
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A machine gun barked from the rise; we saw the driver of the wagon straighten himself and look round. His companion pointed16 a finger at the enemy's trench....
"For Christ's sake get off!" Bill shouted at them; but they couldn't hear him, the wagon was more than a quarter of a mile away from our trench.
"Damn it!" exclaimed Bill; "they'll both be killed. There!"
The vehicle halted; the nearside wheeler shook its head, then dropped sideways on the road, and kicked out with its hind17 legs; the other animal fell on top of it. The driver's whip went flying from his hands, and the man lurched forward and fell on top of the mules. For a moment he lay there, then with a hurried movement he slipped across to the other side of the far animal and disappeared. Our eyes sought the other soldier, but he was gone from sight, probably he had been shot off his seat.
"The damned fools!" I muttered. "What brought them up that way?"
"Wot's that?" Bill suddenly exclaimed. "See, comin' across the fields behind the road! A man, a hofficer.... Another damned fool, 'im; 'e'll get a bullet in 'im."
Bill pointed with his finger, and we looked. Across the fields behind that stretched from the road to the ruined village of Maroc we[183] saw for the moment a man running towards the wagon. We only had a momentary18 glimpse then. The runner suddenly fell flat into a shell-hole and disappeared from view.
"He's hit," said Pryor. "There, the beastly machine gun is going again. Who is he?"
We stared tensely at the shell-hole. No sign of movement....
"'E's done in," said Bill.
Even as he spoke the man who had fallen rose and raced forward for a distance of fifty yards and flung himself flat again. The machine gun barked viciously....
Then followed a tense moment, and again the officer (we now saw that he was an officer) rushed forward for several yards and precipitated19 himself into a shell-crater. He was drawing nearer the disabled wagon at every rush. The machine gun did not remain silent for a moment now; it spat20 incessantly21 at the fields.
"He's trying to reach the wagon," I said. "I don't envy him his job, but, my God, what pluck!"
"'Oo is 'e?" asked Bill. "'E's not arf a brick, 'ooever 'e is!"
"I think I know who it is," said Pryor. "It's the Roman Catholic chaplain, Father Lane-Fox. He's a splendid man. He came over with us in the charge, and he helped to[184] carry out the wounded till every man was in. Last night when we went for our rations22 he was helping23 the sanitary24 squad25 to bury the dead; and the enemy were shelling all the time. He is the pluckiest man in Loos."
"He wanted to come across in the charge," I said, "but the Brigadier would not allow him. An hour after we crossed the top I saw him in the second German trench.... There he is, up again!"
The chaplain covered a hundred yards in the next spurt26; then he flung himself to earth about fifty yards from the wagon. The next lap was the last; he reached the wagon and disappeared. We saw nothing more of him that day. At night when I went down to the dressing-station at Maroc I was told how the chaplain had brought a wounded transport driver down to the dressing-station after dusk. The driver had got three bullets through his arm, one in his shoulder, one in his foot, and two in the calf27 of his leg. The driver's mate had been killed; a bullet pierced his brain.
The London Irish love Father Lane-Fox; he visited the men in the trenches daily, and all felt the better for his coming.
Often at night the sentry28 on watch can see a dark form between the lines working with a shovel29 and spade burying the dead. The bullets whistle by, hissing30 of death and[185] terror; now and then a bomb whirls in air and bursts loudly; a shell screeches31 like a bird of prey32; the hounds of war rend33 the earth with frenzied34 fangs35; but indifferent to all the clamour and tumult36 the solitary37 digger bends over his work burying the dead.
"It's old Father Lane-Fox," the sentry will mutter. "He'll be killed one of these fine days."
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