Medicine, Military; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, Canadian
All these things combined to make it the
most miserable, soul-torturing night we had
ever experienced. And, to add to it all, our
artillery was in a hollow nearby where the gas
was so thick that it prevented our gunners
from retaliating, making it all take, and no
give. We all learned that night what it felt
like to long to desert. We learned that there
are times when a man who is brave enough to
be a coward deserves sympathy. But, thank
God! there are few such men in our armies.
The brave man and the coward, both, at times,
experience the same sensation of fear, the
coward allowing the emotion to conquer him, while
the brave man grits his teeth and carries on.
For nearly five hours we endured this
misery, wondering when we would have
inhaled enough of the poison to put our names
among the casualties. One of the strange
things that struck me during that long night
was that I heard no word of censure or
condemnation of the Germans who were the cause
of our suffering. We cursed war in general;
we cursed Vimy and all that pertained to it;
we cursed the inactivity of our artillery; and
we cursed the gases; but the misery was taken
as one of the fortunes of war, and no one
wasted his breath in vain attempts to beat the
Germans with his mouth--as Lord Roberts
expressed it at the beginning of the conflict.
Often when I am five thousand miles away
from the firing line, sitting, perhaps, in a
smoking-car, and listening to the abuse of our
enemy, I think of this circumstance.
After nearly three hours of the wretched
gassing, I had been lying for some little time
in the upper of two bunks, wearing my mask,
feeling very much smothered, and wondering
if it were pleasanter to die quickly from the gas
or slowly from the mask. For the masks give
a most uncomfortable feeling of impending
suffocation. Finally, I decided that I
preferred the gas to the mask. I pulled it off,
swore softly to myself, and muttered that I
chose a quick death in preference to a slow one.
"Same here, doc," said a jolly voice from
below me. "I took off my bally mask some
time ago, and have been lying here wondering
how long you were going to endure it."
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