The Thirteenth Hussars in the Great WarDurand, H. Mortimer (Henry Mortimer)
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The Thirteenth Hussars in the Great War
Durand, H. Mortimer (Henry Mortimer)
Great Britain. Army. Hussars, 13th; World War, 1914-1918 -- Regimental histories -- Great Britain
air and made it difficult to clearly distinguish things.) Of course
a Regiment in this order covers a lot of ground and takes a certain
amount of time to get its formation, and even before the formation was
complete a shell bursting on our left warned me that we were seen, and
that the enemy had at least one gun, and made me wonder whether the
convoy was just a convoy, or whether it was not a gun or two with their
ammunition-carts. At this time too, rifle-fire was opened on us from
apparently a trench, for no Infantry were then visible, a few hundred
yards to the front of the leading squadron; at the same time I heard
rifle-fire well away to our left, showing that the advance-guard was
coming into touch with the enemy. All this convinced me that we were up
against a much bigger thing than the scattered bands of Turks reported
by the aeroplanes and armoured cars, but already the leading squadron
was on top of the first line of Turks, and the latter, about forty
or fifty in number, were already running for all they were worth, or
standing with their hands up. Some of these latter, I am told, picked
up their rifles after we had passed and fired into our backs, but very
few of that first lot reached their friends; they were either “stuck”
or taken prisoners. In the meantime our impetus had carried us on two
or three hundred yards, and into a very heavy rifle and machine-gun
fire, from what I took to be a big nullah or water-cut some eight
hundred yards to our front. Men and horses were dropping right and
left, so I tried to wheel them right-handed and backwards until we had
crossed the trench, or as it proved, small water-cut, from which the
Turks had first opened fire on us. Having crossed that, I halted the
remnants of the three squadrons (‘C’ Squadron was still operating by
itself out on the right) some three or four hundred yards farther on,
dismounted them, sent the horses back out of rifle-range, and advanced
on foot until we had reached this trench originally held by the Turks,
and which was still full of their equipment and rifles. I may say
here that the test to which I put these squadrons--viz., of halting
and dismounting under fire, and when the squadrons were all mixed up
and actually retiring at a gallop, albeit a slow one--was a very high
one, and the way in which they responded was beyond all praise. It was
only when we reached the Turkish trench that we were able to take a
breather and take stock, and then only did I fully realise the cost
of our ride. Major Twist, I heard, was hit, though slightly; Captain
Eve was missing, and it was feared killed; Captain Dawson missing,
Lieutenants Rolfe, Pinnington, and Lynch Staunton missing, and Welstead
hit; my trumpet-major killed, and my orderly badly wounded, and a
number of sergeants and men missing. It was patent to me that the men
who were missing must be lying, if hit, between us and the big nullah
in which the Turks were, and that our only chance of getting to them
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