The Cornhill Magazine (vol. XLII, no. 247 new series, January 1917)Various
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The Cornhill Magazine (vol. XLII, no. 247 new series, January 1917)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
While we waited we saw eleven Albatross biplanes leave for Austria by
air, piloted by Austrian officers, each accompanied by a mechanic. The
presence of very obvious organisation and the entire absence of any
excitement or confusion impressed us both. Clearly German aeronautics
had left the purely experimental stage, and the aeroplane had become
as much a part of military life as had the motor-car years before. The
method of construction and the degree of finish of each machine showed
the existence of a settled industry. While until the beginning of the war
the average English aeroplane had the appearance of being the only one
of its type, a step in a series of experiments, the German aeroplane of
the time was as finished and complete as if it were one of a batch of a
thousand. All that was practically possible at that date was to be found
on these German machines which were so soon to test their prowess against
the English.
During dinner at Potsdam the head waiter stood in the middle of the
room and recited, amidst general enthusiasm, the speech the Kaiser had
delivered from the balcony of his palace in Berlin during the afternoon.
True patriotism was shown. The day had come and the training and hopes of
a century were to be put to the test at last.
After dinner we walked through the crowded streets and watched the
excited people snatch the single news sheets from the newsboys as they
passed along. Great masses of enthusiastic youth rushed along the streets
singing national songs, of which ‘Deutschland über Alles’ was the most
popular. The beautiful strains of the Austrian National Anthem were often
heard. Every officer who appeared from any direction was cheered loudly,
and even the police were not unpopular on this night of nights. We,
though we were obvious foreigners and quite possible Englishmen, were not
molested in any way. Long after we had gone to bed the noise continued
without intermission, until even Keating lost some of his joyous
enthusiasm for war in his greater and more immediate desire for sleep.
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