"The villa1 dwellers2 have become cave-dwellers."—Dudley Pryor.
The night was intensely dark, and from the door of the dug-out I could scarcely see the outline of the sentry3 who stood on the banquette fifteen yards away. Standing4 on tiptoe I could glance over the parapet, and when a star-shell went up I could trace the outline of a ruined mill that stood up, gaunt and forbidding, two hundred yards away from our front line trench5. On the left a line of shrapnel-swept trees stood in air, leafless and motionless. Now and again a sniper's bullet hit the sandbags with a crack like a whip.
Lifeless bodies still lay in the trench; the blood of the wounded whom I had helped to carry down to the dressing6-station was still moist on my tunic7 and trousers. In a stretch of eight hundred yards there was only one dug-out, a shaky construction, cramped8 and leaky, that might fall in at any moment.
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"Would it be wise to light a fire?" asked Dilly, my mate, who was lying on the earthen floor of the dug-out. "I want a drop of tea. I didn't have a sup of tea all day."
"The officers won't allow us to light a fire," I said. "But if we hang a ground-sheet over the door the light won't get through. Is there a brazier?" I asked.
"Yes, there's one here," said Dilly. "I was just going to use it for a pillow, I feel so sleepy."
He placed a ground-sheet over the door while speaking and I took a candle from my pocket, lit it and placed it in a little niche9 in the wall. Then we split some wood with a clasp-knife, placed it on a brazier and lit a fire over which we placed a mess-tin of water.
The candle flickered10 fitfully, and dark shadows lurked11 in the corners of the dug-out. A mouse peeped down from between the sandbags on the roof, its bright little eyes glowing with mischief12. The ground-sheet hanging over the door was caught by a breeze and strange ripples13 played across it. We could hear from outside the snap of rifle bullets on the parapet....
"It's very quiet in here," said Dilly. "And I feel so like sleep. I hope none get hit to-night. I don't think I'd be able to help with a stretcher down to the dressing-station[241] until I have a few hours' sleep.... How many wounded did we carry out to-day? Nine?"
"Nine or ten," I said.
"Sharney was badly hit," Dilly said. "I don't think he'll pull through."
"It's hard to say," I remarked, fanning the fire with a newspaper. "Felan, the cook, who was wounded in the charge a month ago, got a bullet in his shoulder. It came out through his back. I dressed his wound. It was ghastly. The bullet pierced his lung, and every time he breathed some of the air from the lung came out through his back. I prophesied14 that he would live for four or five hours. I had a letter from him the other day. He's in a London hospital and is able to walk about again. He was reported dead, too, in the casualty list."
"Some people pluck up wonderfully," said Dilly. "Is the tea ready?"
"It's ready," I said.
We sat down together, rubbing our eyes, for the smoke got into them, and opened a tin of bully15 beef. The beef with a few biscuits and a mess-tin of warm tea formed an excellent repast. When we had finished eating we lit our cigarettes.
"Have you got any iodine16?" Dilly suddenly inquired.
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"None," I answered. "Have you?"
"I got my pocket hit by a bullet coming up here," Dilly answered. "My bottle got smashed."
Iodine is so necessary when dressing wounds. Somebody might get hit during the night....
"I'll go to the dressing-station and get some," I said to Dilly. "You can have a sleep."
I put my coat on and went out, clambered up the rain-sodden parados and got out into the open where a shell-hole yawned at every step, and where the dead lay unburied. A thin mist lay low, and solitary17 trees stood up from a sea of milk, aloof18, immobile. The sharp, penetrating19 stench of wasting flesh filled the air.
I suddenly came across two lone20 figures digging a hole in the ground. I stood still for a moment and watched them. One worked with a pick, the other with a shovel21, and both men panted as they toiled22. When a star-shell went up they threw themselves flat to earth and rose to resume their labours as the light died away.
Three stiff and rigid23 bundles wrapped in khaki lay on the ground near the diggers, and, having dug the hole deep and wide, the diggers turned to the bundles; tied a string round each in turn, pulled them forward and[243] shoved them into the hole. Thus were three soldiers buried.
I stopped for a moment beside the grave.
"Hard at work, boys?" I said.
"Getting a few of them under," said one of the diggers. "By God, it makes one sweat, this work. Have you seen a dog about at all?" was the man's sudden inquiry24.
"No," I answered. "I've heard about that dog. Is he not supposed to be a German in disguise?"
"He's old Nick in disguise," said the digger. "He feeds on the dead, the dirty swine. I don't like it all. Look! there's the dog again."
Something long, black and ghostly took shape in the mist ten yards away and stood there for a moment as if inspecting us. A strange thrill ran through my body.
"That's it again," said the nearest digger. "I've seen it three times to-night; once at dusk down by Loos graveyard25 among the tombstones, again eating a dead body, and now—some say it's a ghost."
I glanced at the man, then back again at the spot where the dog had been. But now the animal was gone.
An air of loneliness pervaded26 the whole place, the sounds of soft rustling27 swept along the ground: I could hear a twig28 snap, a man cough, and in the midst of all the little noises[244] which merely accentuated29 the silence, it suddenly rose long-drawn30 and eerie31, the howl of a lonely dog.
"The dirty swine," said the digger. "I wish somebody shot it."
"No one could shoot the animal," said the other worker. "It's not a dog; it's the devil himself."
My way took me past Loos church and churchyard; the former almost levelled to the ground, the latter delved32 by shells and the bones of the dead villagers flung broadcast to the winds of heaven. I looked at the graveyard and the white headstones. Here I saw the dog again. The silver light of a star-shell shot aslant33 a crumpled34 wall and enabled me to see a long black figure, noiseless as the shadow of a cloud, slink past the little stone crosses and disappear. Again a howl, lonely and weird35, thrilled through the air.
I walked down the main street of Loos where dead mules36 lay silent between the shafts37 of their limbers. It was here that I saw Gilhooley die, Gilhooley the master bomber38, Gilhooley the Irishman.
"Those damned snipers are in thim houses up the street," he said, fingering a bomb lovingly. "But, by Jasus, we'll get them out of it." Then he was shot. This happened a month ago.
In the darkness the ruined houses assumed[245] fantastic shapes, the fragment of a standing wall became a gargoyle39, a demon40, a monstrous41 animal. A hunchback leered down at me from a roof as I passed, his hump in air, his head thrust forward on knees that rose to his face. Further along a block of masonry42 became a gigantic woman who was stepping across the summit of a mountain, her shawl drawn over her head and a pitcher43 on her shoulder.
In the midst of the ruin and desolation of the night of morbid44 fancies, in the centre of a square lined with unpeopled houses, I came across the Image of Supreme45 Pain, the Agony of the Cross. What suffering has Loos known? What torture, what sorrow, what agony? The crucifix was well in keeping with this scene of desolation.
Old Mac of the R.A.M.C. was sitting on a blanket on the floor of the dressing-station when I entered. Mac is a fine singer and a hearty46 fellow; he is a great friend of mine.
"What do you want now?" he asked.
"A drop of rum, if you have any to spare," I answered.
"You're a devil for your booze," Mac said, taking the cork47 out of a water bottle which he often uses for an illegitimate purpose. "There's a wee drappie goin', man."
I drank.
"Not bad, a wee drappie," said Mac.[246] "Ay, mon! it's health tae the navel and marrow48 to the bones."
"Are all the others in bed?" I asked. Several hands work at the dressing-station, but Mac was the only one there now.
"They're having a wee bit kip down in the cellar," said Mac. "I'll get down there if you clear out."
"Give me some iodine, and I'll go," I said.
He filled a bottle, handed it to me, and I went out again to the street. A slight artillery49 row was in progress now, our gunners were shelling the enemy's trenches50 and the enemy were at work battering51 in our parapets.
A few high explosives were bursting at the Twin Towers of Loos and light splinters were singing through the air. Bullets were whizzing down the street and snapping at the houses. I lit a cigarette and smoked, concealing52 the glowing end under my curved fingers.
Something suddenly seemed to sting my wrist and a sharp pain shot up my arm. I raised my hand and saw a dark liquid dripping down my palm on to my fingers.
"I wonder if this will get me back to England," I muttered, and turned back to the dressing-station.
Mac had not gone down to the cellar; the water bottle was still uncorked.
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"Back again?" he inquired.
"It looks like it," I replied.
"You're bleeding, Pat," he exclaimed, seeing the blood on my hand. "Strafed, you bounder, you're strafed."
He examined my wound and dressed it.
"Lucky dog," he said, handing me the water bottle. "You're for blighty, man, for blighty. I wish to God I was! Is it raining now?" he asked.
"It is just starting to come down," I said. "How am I to get out of this?" I inquired.
"There'll be an ambulance up here in a wee," Mac said, then he laughed. "Suppose it gets blown to blazes," he said.
"It's a quiet night," I remarked, but I was seized with a certain nervousness. "God! it would be awkward if I really got strafed now, on the way home."
"It often happens, man," said Mac, "and we are going to open all our guns on the enemy at two o'clock. They're mobilizing for an attack, it's said."
"At two o'clock," I repeated. "It's a quarter to two now. And it's very quiet."
"It'll not be quiet in a minute," said my friend.
I had a vivid impression. In my mind I saw the Germans coming up to their trench through the darkness, the rain splashing on their rifles and equipment, their forms bent[248] under the weight which they carried. No doubt they had little bundles of firewood with them to cook their breakfasts at dawn. They were now thanking God that the night was quiet, that they could get into the comparative shelter of the trenches in safety. Long lines of men in grey, keeping close to the shelter of spinneys sunk in shadow; transport wagons54 rumbling55 and jolting56, drivers unloading at the "dumps," ration57 parties crossing the open with burdens of eatables; men thinking of home and those they loved as they sat in their leaky dug-outs, scrawling58 letters by the light of their guttering59 candles. This was the life that went on in and behind the German lines in the darkness and rain.
Presently hell would burst open and a million guns would bellow60 of hatred61 and terror. I supposed the dead on the fields would be torn and ripped anew, and the shuddering62 quick out on the open where no discretion63 could preserve them and no understanding keep them, would plod64 nervously65 onward66, fear in their souls and terror in their faces.
Our own men in the trenches would hear the guns and swear at the gunners. The enemy would reply by shelling the trench in which our boys were placed. The infantry67 always suffers when Mars riots. All our[249] guns would open fire.... It would be interesting to hear them speak.... I would remain here while the cannonade was on.... It would be safer and wiser to go than stay, but I would stay.
"Is there another ambulance besides the one due in a minute or two coming up before dawn, Mac?" I asked.
"Another at four o'clock," Mac announced sleepily. He lay on the floor wrapped in his blanket and was just dozing68 off.
"I'm finished with war for a few weeks at least," I muttered. "I'm pleased. I hope I get to England. Another casualty from Loos. The dead are lying all round here; civilians69 and soldiers. A dead child lying in a trench near Hulluch. I suppose somebody has buried it. I wonder how it got there.... The line of wounded stretches from Lens to Victoria Station on this side, and from Lens to Berlin on the other side.... How many thousand dead are there in the fields round there?... There will be many more, for the battle of Loos is still proceeding70.... Who is going to benefit by the carnage, save the rats which feed now as they have never fed before?... What has brought about this turmoil71, this tragedy that cuts the heart of friend and foe72 alike?... Why have millions of men come here from all corners of Europe to hack73 and slay74 one[250] another? What mysterious impulse guided them to this maiming, murdering, gouging75, gassing, and filled them with such hatred? Why do we use the years of peace in preparation for war? Why do men well over the military age hate the Germans more than the younger and more sober souls in the trenches? Who has profited by this carnage? Who will profit? Why have some men joined in the war for freedom?"
Suddenly I was overcome with a fit of laughter, and old Mac woke up.
"What the devil are you kicking up such a row for?" he grumbled76.
"Do you remember B——, the fellow whose wound you dressed one night a week ago? Bald as a trout77, double chin and a shrapnel wound in his leg. He belonged to the —— Regiment78."
"I remember him," said Mac.
"I knew him in civil life," I said. "He kept a house of some repute in ——. The sons of the rich came there secretly at night; the poor couldn't afford to. Do you believe that B—— joined the Army in order to redress79 the wrongs of violated Belgium?"
Mac sat up on the floor, his Balaclava helmet pulled down over his ears, and winked80 at me.
"Ye're drunk, ye bounder, ye're drunk," he said. "Just like all the rest, mon. We'll have no teetotallers after the war."
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He lay down again.
"I know a man who was out here for nine months and he never tasted drink," I said.
Mac sat up again, an incredulous look on his face.
"Who was he?" he asked.
"The corporal of our section," I replied.
"Well, that's the first I've heard o'," said Mac. "He's dead, isn't he?"
"Got killed in the charge," I answered. "I saw him coming back wounded, crawling along with his head to the ground like a dog scenting81 the trail."
Sleep was heavy in my eyes and queer thoughts ran riot in my head. "What is to be the end of this destruction and decay? That is what it means, this war. Destruction, decay, degradation82. We who are here know its degradation; we, the villa dwellers, who have become cave dwellers and make battle with club and knobkerry; the world knows of the destruction and decay of war. Man will recognise its futility83 before he recognises its immorality84.... Lines of men marching up long, poplar-lined roads to-day; to-morrow the world grows sick with their decay.... They are now one with Him.... Yes, there He is, hanging on the barbed wires. I shall go and speak to Him...."
The dawn blushed in the east and grew redder and redder like a curtain of blood—and[252] from Souchez to Ypres the poppy fields were of the same red colour, a plain of blood. For miles and miles the barbed wire entanglements86 wound circuitously88 through the levels, brilliant with star-clusters of dew-drops hung from spike89, barb85 and intricate traceries of gossamer90. Out in front of my bay gleamed the Pleiades which had dropped from heaven during the night and clustered round a dark grey bulk of clothing by one of the entanglement87 props91. I knew the dark grey bulk, it was He; for days and nights He had hung there, a huddled92 heap; the Futility of War.
I was with Him in a moment endeavouring to help Him. In the dawn He was not repulsive93, He was almost beautiful, but His beauty was that of the mirage94 which allures95 to a more sure destruction. The dew-drops were bright on His beard, His hair and His raiment; but His head sank low upon the wires and I could not see His face.
A dew-drop disappeared from the man's beard as I watched and then another. Round me the glory of the wires faded; the sun, coming out warm and strong, dispelled96 the illusion of the dawn; the galaxy97 faded, leaving but the rugged98 props, the ghastly wires and the rusty99 barbs100 nakedly showing in the poppy field.
I saw now that He was repulsive, abject,[253] pitiful lying there, His face close to the wires, a thousand bullets in his head. Unable to resist the impulse I endeavoured to turn His face upward, but was unable; a barb had pierced His eye and stuck there, rusting101 in the socket102 from which sight was gone. I turned and ran away from the thing into the bay of the trench. The glory of the dawn had vanished, my soul no longer swooned in the ecstasy103 of it; the Pleiades had risen, sick of that which they decorated, the glorious disarray104 of jewelled dew-drops was no more, that which endured the full light of day was the naked and torturing contraption of war. Was not the dawn buoyant, like the dawn of patriotism105? Were not the dew-decked wires war seen from far off? Was not He in wreath of Pleiades glorious death in action? But a ray of light more, and what is He and all with Him but the monstrous futility of war.... Mac tugged106 at my shoulder and I awoke.
"Has the shelling begun?" I asked.
"It's over, mon," he said. "It's four o'clock now. You'll be goin' awa' from here in a minute or twa."
"And these wounded?" I asked, looking round. Groaning107 and swearing they lay on their stretchers and in bloodstained blankets, their ghastly eyes fixed108 upon the roof. They had not been in when I fell asleep.
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"The enemy replied to our shellin'," said Mac curtly109.
"Ay, 'e replied," said a wounded man, turning on his stretcher. "'E replied. Gawd, 'e didn't arf send some stuff back! It was quiet enough before our blurry110 artillery started. They've no damned consideration for the pore infantry.... Thank Gawd, I'm out of the whole damn business.... I'll take damn good care that I...."
"The ambulance car is here," said Mac. "All who can walk, get outside."
The rain was falling heavily as I entered the Red Cross wagon53, 3008 Rifleman P. MacGill, passenger on the Highway of Pain, which stretched from Loos to Victoria Station.
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