World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, Australian
In the quiet days they brought their offering of flowers to this shrine.
To-day we bring our howitzers drawn by huge traction engines, our
field-guns, our mortars, our machine-guns, our rifles, and these are our
offerings.
More: from distant lands many thousands of miles across the ocean _men_
have come. Nay, they have been _sent_. They have been given up by their
women, for they are husbands, fathers, sons, and brothers. These men,
greater than they know themselves to be, are the living offerings at
this shrine, given to the cause of Notre Dame de Délivrance.
III
NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND
There's a zone,
Wild and lone,
None claim, none own,
That goes by the name of No Man's Land;
Its frontiers are bastioned, and wired, and mined,
The rank grass shudders and shakes in the wind,
And never a roof nor a tree you find
In No Man's Land.
They that gave
Lives so brave
Have found a grave
In the haggard fields of No Man's Land.
By the foeman's reddened parapet
They lie with never a head-stone set,
But their dauntless souls march forward yet
In No Man's Land.
H. D'A. B.,
Major, 55th Division, B.E.F., France.
III
NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND
'No Man's Land' is that bit of ground six hundred yards, and sometimes
only thirty yards, between our trenches and those of the enemy. Over
this disputed area we 'strafe' each other night and day. There are often
water-holes, even swamps, in No Man's Land, and both sides have a habit
of draining trenches into it. Wild flowers and even garden flowers grow
in this area, for it contains ruined farm-houses and orchards. Poppies
red as blood, lilies white as snow, roses, and blue cornflowers are
often seen there waving in the breeze, sometimes swaying before the hail
of bullets from machine-guns.
The birds sing oblivious of war here, but sometimes you see pigeons
trying to fly across. I say trying, because our men always endeavour and
sometimes succeed in shooting them. Why? Because probably they are
carrying spies' messages to the Huns which may mean death to us. We do
not want the enemy to know how we are distributing our batteries in the
rear, so we try to stop enemy aeroplanes or pigeons crossing either way.
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