Covered with mud and glory : $b a machine gun company in action ("Ma mitrailleuse")Lafond, Georges
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Covered with mud and glory : $b a machine gun company in action ("Ma mitrailleuse")
Lafond, Georges
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, French
COVERED WITH MUD AND GLORY
[Illustration: “HE’S HIT,” SERGEANT LACE CRIES SUDDENLY. AND INDEED HE IS
HIT. _See page 101_]
COVERED WITH MUD
AND GLORY
_A Machine Gun Company in Action_
(“MA MITRAILLEUSE”)
BY
GEORGES LAFOND
SERGEANT-MAJOR, TERRITORIAL HUSSARS, FRENCH ARMY; INTELLIGENCE
OFFICER, MACHINE GUN SECTIONS, FRENCH COLONIAL INFANTRY
_With a Preface by_ MAURICE BARRÈS
_of the French Academy_
_Translated by_ EDWIN GILE RICH
INCLUDING
“A TRIBUTE TO THE SOLDIERS OF FRANCE”
BY
GEORGES CLEMENCEAU
[Illustration]
BOSTON
SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1918
BY SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY
(INCORPORATED)
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.
To the Memory of
MY COMRADES of the second company of machine guns of the ...
first Colonials
who fell at the battle of the Somme in July, 1916, and of the
Aisne in April, 1917;
To
LIEUTENANTS MAISONNAVE AND DUPOUY
in remembrance of the hours of fine, sincere comradeship we
lived together;
To
DENYS MAURIN
the quartermaster-sergeant, wounded heroically before Soissons,
in testimony of a sincere friendship which was born under
shell-fire, which grew amid the horrors of grim madness, and
which was firmly fixed through sharing common hopes and common
joys;
_I dedicate these simple pages_ which are only a modest
contribution to the monumental narrative which these anonymous
epics of every day would make
A TRIBUTE TO THE SOLDIERS OF FRANCE
BY GEORGES CLEMENCEAU
I watch our blue-uniformed men at war, as they pass with a friendly and
serious look, generously covered with mud. This is the artillery—slow
marching—which is moving its cannon under a fantastic camouflage, a
mockery of reality. A glistening slope of soaked earth is set in a frame
of shattered trees, twisted into indescribable convulsions of anguish
with the gaping wounds inflicted by the storm of iron. On their horses,
already covered with winter shag, the poilus, slouched in all sorts of
positions, having no suggestion of the rigid form of the manœuvre, are
going from one battlefield to another without any other thought except
that of just keeping on going.
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