The Cornhill Magazine (vol. XLII, no. 251 new series, May 1917)Various
History
The Cornhill Magazine (vol. XLII, no. 251 new series, May 1917)
Various
England -- Periodicals; English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
‘It was a scene of heartrending suffering—much the same sort of horror
the British went through in Flanders a year before—and the Italians were,
very naturally, in a rage with the savagery of the Austrian methods
of war. If there ever was a moment when they might have been capable
of cruelty or roughness with their prisoners, this was the one when
their fury would have carried them away. Their comrades, racked with
unspeakable agony, were dying around them by scores. Yet even on that
night I observed with admiration that they medicated the Austrian wounded
prisoners with exactly the same kindness and attention they showed to
their own, passing them on to our waiting cars in due time without injury
or insult.’
Under the leadership of Geoffrey Young, Alpine climber and poet, the
ambulances of the British Red Cross were the first motor vehicles to
enter Gorizia following its capture in August 1916. Perhaps I cannot
convey a better idea of the conditions under which the drivers work, and
the spirit in which that work is carried out, than by quoting from Mr.
Young’s report to Mr. Trevelyan, the commander of his unit, a copy of
which has kindly been put at my disposal.
‘On August 8, 6.30 P.M.,’ he writes, ‘I picked up at Lucinico and carried
back two cavalry officers, still wet from the ride across the Isonzo.
All August 9 Bersaglieri, &c., passed, moving on to cross the river. At
7.50 P.M. Captain Z⸺, who had just moved with us from the Osteria to
Vallisella, informed me that he had an urgent call from Gorizia to fetch
in cavalry wounded. He asked me if I could get an ambulance across. I
selected the light touring car, loaded with bandages (Driver Sessions),
and the Ford Ambulance, as that could pass where heavier cars might not
be able to; also the Crossley (Watson) as the next in size, and the No.
14 Buick, in case the bridge would allow it.
‘... The roads were still full of shell holes and blocked by munition
carts and guns. We reached the Iron Bridge just as darkness fell. Here
the cars had to halt, as the holes in the bridge were making it necessary
to unharness the artillery horses and man-handle the guns across. At the
worst passages the shells were being unloaded from the carts and reloaded
beyond the obstacles.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account