The Soul of the Soldier: Sketches from the Western Battle-FrontTiplady, Thomas
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The Soul of the Soldier: Sketches from the Western Battle-Front
Tiplady, Thomas
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, English
There is a new judgment of the nations now proceeding and who shall
predict what shall be? The Cross of Christ is the arbiter, and our
attitude towards it decides our fate. I have seen the attitude of our
soldiers towards the cross at Neuve Chapelle and towards that for which
it stands; and I find more comfort in their reverence for Christ and
Christianity than in all their guns and impediments of war.
The Cross of Christ towers above the wrecks of time, and the nations
will survive that stand beneath its protecting arms in the trenches of
righteousness, liberty and truth.
*XV*
*THE CHILDREN OF OUR DEAD*
There are times when we get away from the Front for a rest. We hear no
more the sound of the guns, but give ourselves up to the silence and
charm of the country. Before going into the Somme fighting we were
billeted for ten days in the neighboring village to Cressy; and as the
anniversary of the battle came that week the colonel chose the day for a
march to the battlefield. The owner of the field, when the old windmill
stood, from which King Edward III directed his army, came to meet us and
describe the battle. When the war is over he is going to erect a
monument on the spot to the memory of the French and British troops who
in comradeship have died fighting against the common foe.
They were happy days that we spent around Cressy. The last that some
were destined to know this side of the Great Divide. The bedroom next
to mine was occupied by two fine young officers of utterly different
type. One was a Greek whose father had taken out naturalization papers
and loved the country of his adoption with a worshiping passion that
would shame many native born. The other was a charming, argumentative,
systematic, theological student of Scots parentage. The night before we
left, the Greek accidentally broke his mirror and was much upset. It
was, he said, a token that Death was about to claim him. The Scot
laughed heartily, for he had not a trace of the superstitious in him;
or, if he had--which was more than likely--it was kept under by his
strong reasoning faculties.
"If you are to be killed," he replied, "I am to be killed too, for I
also have broken my mirror."
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