Impressions and Experiences of a French Trooper, 1914-1915Mallet, Christian
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Impressions and Experiences of a French Trooper, 1914-1915
Mallet, Christian
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Belgium; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, French
What road have they found? Why have they abandoned me? The terror of
desolation took the place of my former calm. To die with the others in
the midst of a charge would have been fine; but to feel oneself lost
and alone in all this mystery, in this endless night, in the midst of
thousands of invisible enemies, was a bit too much. It was a childish
nightmare and, seized with the same panic as the lost horses, I too
spurred mine till his flanks bled, and I set off straight before me
galloping like a madman. Luck, or perhaps my horse who scented his
stable companions, brought me all at once to a small contingent of
dragoons,—Captain de Salverte and eleven men, with whom I joined up. I
questioned the Captain, who could tell me nothing. He had found himself
detached and lost like me, and he had put himself at our head to try to
get us out of this inextricable position. We walked on gloomily through
a country cut up by hedges and streams. Shortly, we found ourselves
within a few mètres of an enemy’s bivouac, the fires of which made the
shadows dance on our drawn faces. A stupid sentry was warming himself,
and had his back turned to us. What was the good of struggling? Why cheat
oneself with chimerical illusions? The day would dawn and we would be
ingloriously surprised and sent to some prisoner’s camp in the centre of
Germany, unless, choosing to die rather than yield, we kept for ourselves
the last shot in our magazines.
However, we reached the forest. In the maze of dark paths we lost the
Captain and Sergeant Pathé. With Farrier Sergeant-Major Delfour, and
Sergeant-Major Desoil of the machine-gun section, nine of us were left,
and we were determined to try a last effort, spurred by an awakening of
that instinct of self-preservation which stiffens the desire to live in
the very face of death.
Deep in the forest we passed the night concealed in a thicket, taking
pity on our horses, which would have died had we demanded a further
effort of them. Soon we were overpowered by sleep, sleep so profound that
the entire German army might have surprised us, without our raising a
little finger to get away.
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