Human Bullets: A Soldier's Story of Port ArthurSakurai, Tadayoshi
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Human Bullets: A Soldier's Story of Port Arthur
Sakurai, Tadayoshi
Lüshun (China) -- History -- Siege, 1904-1905
Our position was on a steep, rocky, skeleton-like mountain, over
valleys with sides almost perpendicular. There were no trees to shield
us from the sun, no streams of water to moisten our parched lips.
Our only comfort was that we could see through the mist the forts on
far-away Lautieh-shan and ramparts on nearer hills and peaks, and
imagine that soon the curtain would be raised and a great living
drama again be presented on the stage. We pictured to ourselves the
joy of another valiant struggle and wished that we might be allowed
to sacrifice ourselves so completely that not a piece of our flesh be
left behind. Days passed in hard work and vain imaginings. When the
curtain of night covered the scene, a body of black forms would climb
the hill. What were they? They were fresh men to take the places of
those exhausted by the day’s hard work. Had they to work even at night?
Yes, on the line of defense this night work was the more important.
In the daytime the enemy’s artillery would fire and try to find out
where we were working, and therefore steady progress was impossible.
To make up the time lost we had to work at night. Looking at the
distant smoke rising from the camp-fires of the enemy, our men dug
earth, piled up stones, carried sand, filled sacks, and planted stakes
for wire-entanglements. In doing this we had to try to make as little
noise as possible, and of course could not smoke. Even the lighting of
a cigarette might give occasion for the enemy to fire at us. At two or
three o’clock in the morning, we were still working hard, in spite of
heavy rain or furious storm. The men did all this without complaining,
ungrudgingly; they only thought of doing their very best for their
country, and for their sovereign. They truly deserve the heartfelt
thanks and praises of the nation.
In the small hours of the morning the body of pioneers would rest their
arms awhile. Even then there were some who stood straight like statues
with their guns on their shoulders, straining their eyes toward the
enemy. The duty of the sentinels was also far from easy. Exposed to the
night wind of the peninsula they would smile and say: “It’s very cool
to-night! Shall we have another night assault as usual?”
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