World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, Canadian
In a previous counterattack the Huns had lost this part of No Man's
Land. The result was that quite a number of German dead lay on this
particular sector unburied. This was due to the continual artillery
activity on both sides.
As we reached the middle of No Man's Land, I raised my head carefully
above the lip of a shell hole while a German white flare was up. To my
consternation I saw what was evidently a German battle patrol coming
crouching through their barbed-wire. I counted in all twenty-five men.
Things looked ominous for my party, as they outnumbered us over two
to one. I had no desire to go back, without accomplishing my mission.
Neither did I wish to engage my men in personal conflict with such odds
against them. So I sent my scout with a message to the officer who was
on duty in our sector of the line and informed him what I had observed.
At the same time I asked him to pass the word along to open up a
machine gun fire at a point that would get the approaching Hun battle
patrol.
It was with mixed feelings of pleasure that I heard our Lewis guns
open fire in the required direction, and I had the satisfaction of
seeing the approaching Huns beat a hasty retreat, leaving a number of
dead and wounded behind them. We waited for what seemed to be hours,
in reality it was only fifteen minutes, and then we crawled carefully
forward towards the German barbed-wire entanglements. The Huns in
their somewhat hasty retreat had forgotten to haul in their white tape
line and this was the means that guided us through their barbed-wire.
As soon as I got almost through the barbed-wire, I immediately jumped
up, my boys doing likewise, and made a rush for the German trench.
Here I discovered a German sentry in the act of loading a pistol
to send up a flare. He was so taken by surprise and fear that he
immediately held up his hands, mumbling "_Kamerad_." We at once gagged
him. As previously arranged my party divided in two, one-half going to
the right under my command and the other to the left in charge of the
sergeant. We had no time to lose as their trench mortars might open up
at any moment.
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