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
The park was, however, actually lost for nearly a week. They had
vanished as completely as though the earth had opened and swallowed
them. They were eventually heard of by the merest accident, when a
sergeant came in to one of the towns on the line of retreat to get
provisions. But even then they could not be found, for the sergeant
had gone again without leaving his address. So for days Staff officers
scoured the country in swift cars, and thus the park was eventually run
to earth. No one was more surprised than the C.O. to hear that he had
been lost. They had not seen a single German, and they had had such a
jolly time, thank you, seeing the pretty country.
But to tell of half the curious or amusing incidents I should need a
volume many times the size of this one. Things happened every day any
one of which would provide a newspaper with a column of excellent
"copy." At the time one thought little about them, for everybody was
too busy looking after his job and himself. There was, for instance,
the Adventure of the Flat-Nosed Bullet, the Adventure of the Man with
the Crooked Ear, the Adventure of the Field Cashier and the Pay Chest,
the Adventure of the Blood-stained Putty Knife, the Adventure of the
Perishing Cat, and many another.
The great question on the morning of Friday, September 4th, was: "Are
we going right back to the Seine, with our left on Paris?" You picture
the Force, tired enough but in most excellent fettle, growing hourly
more impatient, longing with all their hearts to turn and have a go at
the enemy who had caused them all that trouble and discomfort.
"Give a guess," I asked two of my sergeants that day, "how long we have
been out here?"
They thought for a few minutes. "Six weeks," they said; "perhaps
seven."
And, you see, it was only a fortnight after all. But they would not
believe it until a calendar was produced. Unconsciously everyone
reckoned each night as another day, for nights and days were alike so
far as work was concerned. I think that remark was more telling than
pages of descriptive writing.
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