Epistolary fiction; Tramp shipping -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Fiction
At Salonica, Fourgues caught it, naturally. He was late with the wine,
late with the firewood, late with the mules. It was some sort of Naval
Captain, I’m not sure what, who came on board to tell us this. If you
ever see him, he is a chap with a square jaw, big and strong as an oak,
who doesn’t mince his words any more than Fourgues. So you can imagine
what they said to each other. Fortunately Fourgues was able to show his
papers quite in order and the other had to take it all back. They must
be in crying need of wine, mules, and wood here, for they made us come
alongside the principal quay of the Port Authority on the very evening
of our arrival and we had unloaded all our cargo in three days. We were
then sent to the outer harbour to wait for orders, and are now kicking
our heels. It’s good for us, for we’ve all had about as much as we
could stand, ever since Algiers.
I must have slept twenty-four hours at one stretch after the unloading
of the _Pamir_, and now Fourgues, Villiers, and I go on land about
three or four o’clock and come back when all the lights are out. What a
dirty hole Salonica is! There are two or three cafés, all crowded. In
the streets the policing is done by Greeks, French, and English, and
one is about as agreeable as the other. And there is an exchange of
eighteen or twenty per cent., and Fourgues says it is shameful that
the French Government permits French paper to lose a fifth when it’s
exchanged into Greek. And then everybody says there is no use having
an Army of the East if the French G.H.Q. refuses it supplies, troops,
guns, aeroplanes, and everything. I could write volumes if I told what
I have heard here about the fix they are in. I had rather be on the
_Pamir_ than in General Sarrail’s shoes, and from what they say, he is
pretty smart to have held on here against the Boches, the Austrians,
the Bulgarians, and the Turks, without counting the Greeks at his back,
and with such weak forces that if any general on the French front had
been treated similarly he would have sworn by all the gods that his
line was going to be pierced.
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