The Red Glutton: With the German Army at the FrontCobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
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The Red Glutton: With the German Army at the Front
Cobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Western Front; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
The troops--there must have been a full battalion of them--piled off
the coaches to exercise their legs. They skylarked about on the earth,
and sang and danced, and were too full of coltish spirits to eat the
rations that had been brought from the kitchen for their consumption.
Seeing our cameras, a lieutenant who spoke English came up to invite
us to make a photograph of him and his men, with their bedecked car
for a background. He had been ill, he said, since the outbreak of
hostilities, which explained why he was just now getting his first
taste of active campaigning service.
"Wait," he said vaingloriously, "just wait until we get at the damned
British. Some one else may have the Frenchmen--we want to get our
hands on the Englishmen. Do you know what my men say? They say they
are glad for once in their lives to enjoy a fight where the policemen
won't interfere and spoil the sport. That's the Bavarian for you--the
Prussian is best at drill, but the Bavarian is the best fighter in the
whole world. Only let us see the enemy--that is all we ask!
"I say, what news have you from the front? All goes well, eh? As for me
I only hope there will be some of the enemy left for us to kill. It is
a glorious thing--this going to war! I think we shall get there very
soon, where the fighting is. I can hardly wait for it." And with that
he hopped up on the steps of the nearest car and posed for his picture.
Having just come from the place whither he was so eagerly repairing I
might have told him a few things. I might for example have told him
what the captain of a German battery in front of La Fère had said, and
that was this:
"I have been on this one spot for nearly three weeks now, serving my
guns by day and by night. I have lost nearly half of my original force
of men and two of my lieutenants. We shoot over those tree tops yonder
in accordance with directions for range and distance which come from
somewhere else over field telephone, but we never see the men at whom
we are firing. They fire back without seeing us, and sometimes their
shells fall short or go beyond us, and sometimes they fall among us
and kill and wound a few of us. Thus it goes on day after day. I have
not with my own eyes seen a Frenchman or an Englishman unless he was a
prisoner. It is not so much pleasure--fighting like this."
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