Their first job was burying the dead and clearing up the battlefields of
the weeks before. Parties went out to gather up the stiffened corpses of
all nations. In places, too, they found human bodies torn, shattered,
and disfigured. It was a gruesome job, still the apprenticeship was
sound. The more irresponsible at once realised the seriousness of the
game; the older men perceived that this was different to the wars they
had seen before. The dead occasionally found in heaps showed the cruel
power of the modern shell; the great craters made in the ground also
illustrated the disastrous impact of those huge missiles from the German
guns. Blood-stained accoutrements, broken guns and rifles, dead and
wounded horses, trenches which had become cemeteries, dug-outs
transformed into catacombs, revealed what they were up against. It was
the science of fifty years exploited by the most cruel, clever, and
cunning disciples of Mars. And all the while there passed through their
ranks the motor transport with loads of wounded and dying men.
Prisoners, too, came in batches. Great strong men they were, some
stricken with hunger and cruel hardships, others dumb with the sense of
humiliation and despair. Over their heads the regiment frequently noted
the airships of their own army and the enemy. A bomb occasionally fell
in their ranks, forming a useful introduction to the game beyond. It
taught them how to run, how to take cover, and how to hit the
petrol-tank of such impudent offenders. They also acquired at first hand
a knowledge of our Allied arms. Little Belgians, they realised, were
poor at the pomp and flashwork of war, but sound at the game of killing
and holding men. The French, they saw, had all the _élan_ of their
fathers, but less of their stomach and nerve. They needed victories to
inspire them, and the sight of the khaki troops to remind them that war
is only for the patient and the strong. These early days created a sense
of comradeship with their Allies. The ever-generous heart of the French
and Belgians inspired a mutual feeling of love and respect. This, they
all felt, would hold them in the days to come.
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