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
uplifted state of mind that we had taken the whole of Taipo-shan before
beginning hostilities.
The scene in the camp presented an extraordinary sight during the night
previous to our march. Comrade was whispering with comrade here and
there. Some there were who grasped their rifles lightly and smiled a
lonely smile by themselves. Others changed to their best and cleanest
underwear, so that they might not disgrace themselves before the enemy,
dead in dirty clothing. Still others were looking vacantly into the
heavens and singing in an undertone. And what was I thinking at this
moment? All, I hope, were equally anxious to be able to die happy and
contented, saying, “I have done my duty, by the blessing of Heaven.”
Before daybreak of the 26th of July, when the fog was so thick that
we could not see a foot ahead, and a cool breeze was sweeping through
space after the shower of the previous evening, thousands of warriors
began to move like a long serpent through the dark. At 3 A. M. we
reached the foot of Iwayama, which was assigned to the reserve of our
regiment. On the top of this hill was the position for the skirmishers;
another hill to the right was assigned to the artillery. Until the
signal for opening hostilities was given, even one man’s head was
not allowed to be thrust out of the line. All loaded their guns and
were breathlessly waiting for the colonel’s order, “Fire!” He was
standing on the top of Iwayama with his field-glasses in his hand;
his aide-de-camp stood before him with an open map, and occasionally
fumbled about in his knapsack. Pack-horses loaded with ammunition were
gathered together at the foot of the hill, and the soldiers detailed
to distribute it were eagerly waiting to begin work. The signal was to
be a cannon-shot; we studied the hands of our watches and our hearts
jumped as the time went on minute after minute.
At forty-nine minutes past seven, the first roar was at last heard on
the left wing. It was the signal for commencing attack on the enemy
along Laotso-shan and Taipo-shan. For the last twenty days, we had not
discharged a single shot, so this cannon report must have taken the
enemy unawares, and their hurried response sounded dull and sleepy and
went high above our heads. Our plan was that the left wing should first
attack and defeat the enemy on Laotso-shan, and then our detachment was
to reinforce it. So we had to remain idle for some time and watch the
progress of their attack on Laotso-shan. After a while, our naval guns
began to make such a tremendous noise, that we hoped the enemy would
soon be scared to death and give up their advance posts as our easy
prey. But they proved stronger than we thought and did not disperse
themselves like baby-spiders before our assault.
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