The Retreat from Mons: By one who shared in itCorbett-Smith, Arthur
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The Retreat from Mons: By one who shared in it
Corbett-Smith, Arthur
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Western Front
That settled it. "Signal the teams up and let's get out of it!" said
the major; and it was so. The quartermaster-sergeant put the fear of
God, not the Germans, into the drivers; up came the teams, "rear limber
up," and away they went, damaged guns and all. The Guards meanwhile
had gone on.
There was nothing particularly heroic about it all, but it was very
excusable, and it certainly helped to buck the men up a little.
The Guards, however, gave further excellent evidence of their fighting
qualities in a series of stiff hand-to-hand encounters in the forest
glades. While they suffered badly, they succeeded again and again in
beating back the enemy's attacks, and so further relieving the pressure
on the rear.
Now, despite the continuous fighting and marching, there was no doubt
whatever that the men were daily becoming more war-hardened and fit.
The worst was over, and with that firm conviction their spirits grew
lighter. During the first few days the troops were marching perhaps 25
to 30 miles a day, apart from the fighting. Take, for instance,
Wednesday, the 26th. The men had begun that great fight practically
tired out. They fought all day, and then at the end of it did a
retirement of some 25 miles. Staff officers were simply worn out by
the nerve-racking ordeal, and General Smith-Dorrien himself says that
he did not average more than two hours' sleep during the first six days.
But the week's campaigning had done more for the troops than ten years'
peace work. Their self-reliance, their confidence in and affection for
their officers were evidenced in a hundred ways; while officers, for
their part, had perfect confidence in their men and knew that, however
impossible an order might seem, it would be carried out. The Force
was, in short, one big happy family. Everybody seemed to know
everybody else, and that meant that everybody helped everybody else.
After the Marne it was never quite the same, because the Force began to
increase in size. New-comers were immediately recognised, and the old
hands could never resist a momentary exhibition of very pardonable
pride at having "been out since the beginning."
The heavy losses in officers and N.C.O.'s had an inevitable effect on
discipline, though it might well have been worse had not the sense of
discipline amongst the rank and file been so strong. It must be
remembered that so soon as the vanguard of the retiring Force passed
through a village, practically the whole of the inhabitants would pack
up such few of their belongings as they could carry on light carts,
perambulators and any available vehicle, and then join the ever-growing
stream of refugees. So the next units to pass through would find
nothing but empty houses, and the temptation to carry away a few
"souvenirs" was very hard to check, especially in the case of food.
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