Great Britain -- Defenses; Imaginary wars and battles
"The street was fairly full of people. The Germans, it is true, had
ordered that no one should be out of doors between eight in the evening
and six in the morning; but just now they appeared to have their hands
pretty full elsewhere, and if any of the few soldiers that were about
knew of or thought anything of the interdiction, they said nothing.
"The crash of a salvo of heavy guns from the direction of my own house
interrupted him.
"'That'll be the guns in my garden,' I said.
"'Yes, sir, and they've got three monstrous great ones in the opening
between the houses just behind the church there,' said Clydesdale.
"As he spoke, the guns in question bellowed out, one after the other.
"'Look--look at the tower!' I cried.
"The light at the top had disappeared and the lofty edifice was swaying
slowly, slowly, over to the left.
"'She's gone at last!' exclaimed Clydesdale.
"It was true. Down came the old steeple that had pointed heavenward for
so many generations, with a mighty crash and concussion that swallowed
up even the noise of the battle, though cannon of all sorts and sizes
were now joining in the hellish concert, and shell from the English
batteries began to roar over the town. The vibration and shock of the
heavy guns had been too much for the old tower, which, for years in a
tottery condition, had been patched up so often.
"As soon as the cloud of dust cleared off we ran towards the huge pile
of débris that filled the little churchyard. Several other people
followed. It was very dark down there, in the shadow of the trees and
houses, despite the fire-light overhead, and we began striking matches
as we looked about among the heaps of bricks and beams to see if there
were any of the German signal party among them. Why we should have taken
the trouble under the circumstances I do not quite know. It was an
instinctive movement of humanity on my part, and that of most of the
others, I suppose.
"I caught sight of an arm in a light blue sleeve protruding from the
débris, and took hold of it in a futile attempt to remove some of the
bricks and rubbish which I thought were covering the body of its owner.
To my horror, it came away in my hand. The body to which it belonged
might be buried yards away in the immense heap of ruins. I dropped it
with a cry, and fled from the spot.
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