Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction; War stories
trained assistants. At the very last moment it was discovered that
thirty thousand rifles were practically useless owing to the absence of
some small pin or other interchangeable mechanism about the
breech-blocks, and the officer who posted off in hot haste to Paris
succeeded with the greatest difficulty in securing five thousand of the
missing implements. Their inactivity, again, was another matter that
kept him on pins and needles; why did they idle away their time for two
weeks? why did they not advance? He saw clearly that each day of delay
was a mistake that could never be repaired, a chance of victory gone.
And if the plan of campaign that he had dreamed of was clear and
precise, its manner of execution was most lame and impotent, a fact of
which he was to learn a great deal more later on and of which he had
then only a faint and glimmering perception: the seven army corps
dispersed along the extended frontier line _en échelon_, from Metz to
Bitche and from Bitche to Belfort; the many regiments and squadrons
that had been recruited up to only half-strength or less, so that the
four hundred and thirty thousand men on paper melted away to two
hundred and thirty thousand at the outside; the jealousies among the
generals, each of whom thought only of securing for himself a marshal’s
baton, and gave no care to supporting his neighbor; the frightful lack
of foresight, mobilization and concentration being carried on
simultaneously in order to gain time, a process that resulted in
confusion worse confounded; a system, in a word, of dry rot and slow
paralysis, which, commencing with the head, with the Emperor himself,
shattered in health and lacking in promptness of decision, could not
fail ultimately to communicate itself to the whole army, disorganizing
it and annihilating its efficiency, leading it into disaster from which
it had not the means of extricating itself. And yet, over and above the
dull misery of that period of waiting, in the intuitive, shuddering
perception of what must infallibly happen, his certainty that they must
be victors in the end remained unimpaired.
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