Good-bye to all that : $b An autobiographyGraves, Robert
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Good-bye to all that : $b An autobiography
Graves, Robert
Authors, English -- 20th century -- Biography; Graves, Robert, 1895-1985; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, British
The Second Royal Welch, unlike the Second Welsh, believed themselves
better trench fighters than the Germans. With the Second Welsh it
was not cowardice but modesty. With the Second Royal Welch it was
not vainglory but courage: as soon as they arrived in a new sector
they insisted on getting fire ascendancy. Having found out from the
troops they relieved all possible information as to enemy snipers,
machine-guns, and patrols, they set themselves to deal with them one
by one. They began with machine-guns firing at night. As soon as one
started traversing down a trench the whole platoon farthest removed
from its fire would open five rounds rapid at it. The machine-gun
would usually stop suddenly but start again after a minute or two.
Again five rounds rapid. Then it usually gave up.
The Welsh seldom answered a machine-gun. If they did, it was not with
local organized fire, beginning and ending in unison, but in ragged
confused protest all along the line. There was almost no firing at
night in the Royal Welch, except organized fire at a machine-gun or
a persistent enemy sentry, or fire at a patrol close enough to be
distinguished as a German one. With all other battalions I met in
France there was random popping off all the time; the sentries wanted
to show their spite against the war. Flares were rarely used in the
Royal Welch; most often as signals to our patrols that it was time to
come back.
As soon as enemy machine-guns had been discouraged, our patrols would
go out with bombs to claim possession of No Man’s Land. At dawn next
morning came the struggle for sniping ascendancy. The Germans, we
were told, had special regimental snipers, trained in camouflaging
themselves. I saw one killed once at Cuinchy who had been firing all
day from a shell-hole between the lines. He had a sort of cape over his
shoulders of imitation grass, his face was painted green and brown,
and his rifle was also green fringed. A number of empty cartridges
were found by him, and his cap with the special oak-leaf badge. Few
battalions attempted to get control of the sniping situation. The
Germans had the advantage of having many times more telescopic sights
than we did, and steel loopholes that our bullets could not pierce.
Also a system by which the snipers were kept for months in the same
sector until they knew all the loopholes and shallow places in our
trenches, and the tracks that our ration-parties used above-ground by
night, and where our traverses came in the trench, and so on,
better than we did ourselves. British snipers changed their trenches,
with their battalions, every week or two, and never had time to learn
the German line thoroughly. But at least we counted on getting rid of
the unprofessional German sniper. Later we had an elephant-gun in the
battalion that would pierce the German loopholes, and if we could not
locate the loophole of a persistent sniper we did what we could to
dislodge him by a volley of rifle-grenades, or even by ringing up the
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