Best o' luck: How a fighting Kentuckian won the thanks of Britain's KingMcClintock, Alexander
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Best o' luck: How a fighting Kentuckian won the thanks of Britain's King
McClintock, Alexander
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, American
Our men evened things up with the Germans, however, the next night.
Some of our scouts crawled clear up to the German barbed wire, ten
yards in front of the enemy fire trench, tied empty jam-tins to the
barricade and then, after attaching light telephone wires to the barbed
strands, crawled back to our trenches. When they started pulling the
telephone wires the empty tins made a clatter right under Fritz’s nose.
Immediately the Germans opened up with all their machine-gun and rifle
fire, began bombing the spot from which the noise came and sent up “S.
O. S.” signals for artillery fire along a mile of their line. They
fired a ten-thousand-dollar salute and lost a night’s sleep over the
noise made by the discarded containers of five shillings’ worth of jam.
It was a good tonic for the Tommies.
A few days after this, a very young officer passed me in a trench while
I was sitting on a fire-step, writing a letter. I noticed that he had
the red tabs of a staff officer on his uniform, but I paid no more
attention to him than that. No compliments such as salutes to officers
are paid in the trenches. After he had passed, one of the men asked me
if I didn’t know who he was. I said I didn’t.
“Why you d----d fool,” he said, “that’s the Prince of Wales.”
When the little prince came back, I stood to salute him. He returned
the salute with a grave smile and passed on. He was quite alone, and I
was told afterward, that he made these trips through the trenches just
to show the men that he did not consider himself better than any other
soldier. The heir of England was certainly taking nearly the same
chance of losing his inheritance that we were.
After we had been on the front line fifteen days, we received orders
to make a bombing raid. Sixty volunteers were asked for, and the whole
battalion offered. I was lucky--or unlucky--enough to be among the
sixty who were chosen. I want to tell you in detail about this bombing
raid, so that you can understand what a thing may really amount to
that gets only three lines, or perhaps nothing at all, in the official
dispatches. And, besides that, it may help some of the young men who
read this, to know something, a little later, about bombing.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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