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
Thinking of her so, I do not mean by this comparison to reflect in any
wise on the courage of her people. It will be a long time before the
rest of the world forgets the resistance her soldiers made against
overbrimming odds, or the fortitude with which the families of those
soldiers faced a condition too lamentable for description.
Unsolicited, so competent an authority as Julius Cæsar once gave the
Belgians a testimonial for their courage. If I recall the commentaries
aright, he said they were the most valorous of all the tribes of Gaul.
Those who come afterward to set down the tale and tally of the Great
War will record that through the centuries the Belgians retained their
ancient valor.
First and last, I had rather exceptional opportunities for viewing the
travail of Belgium. I was in Brussels before it surrendered and after
it surrendered. I was in Louvain when the Germans entered it and I was
there again after the Germans had wrecked it. I trailed the original
army of invasion from Brussels southward to the French border, starting
at the tail of the column and reaching the head of it before, with my
companions, I was arrested and returned by another route across Belgium
to German soil.
Within three weeks thereafter I started on a ten-day tour which
carried me through Liège, Namur, Huy, Dinant and Chimay, and brought
me back by Mons, Brussels, Louvain and Tirlemont, with a side trip
to the trenches before Antwerp--roughly, a kite-shaped journey
which comprehended practically all the scope of active operations
among the contending armies prior to the time when the struggle for
western Flanders began. Finally, just after Antwerp fell, I skirted
the northern frontiers of Belgium and watched the refugees pouring
across the borders into Holland. I was four times in Liège and three
times in Brussels, and any number of times I crossed and recrossed
my own earlier trails. I traveled afoot; in a railroad train, with
other prisoners; in a taxicab, which we lost; in a butcher's cart,
which we gave away; in an open carriage, which deserted us; and in an
automobile, which vanished.
I saw how the populace behaved while their little army was yet intact,
offering gallant resistance to the Germans; I saw how they behaved when
the German wedge split that army into broken fragments and the Germans
were among them, holding dominion with the bayonet and the bullet; and
finally, six weeks later, I saw how they behaved when substantially all
their country, excluding a strip of seaboard, had been reduced to the
state of a conquered fief held and ruled by force of arms.
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