Bone, Muirhead, Sir, 1876-1953; World War, 1914-1918 -- Art and the war; World War, 1914-1918 -- Pictorial works
From these mortifications the men in the firing trench, and the gunners
who had endured the sharper torment of not being able to help them,
were saved by the women, whom Mr. Bone shows us working at home,
arming their knights for battle in a sense more valid than any known
to Froissart or Malory. There came a time, most moving and memorable
to all who were then in our trenches, when any German attempt to gall
them began to evoke new, heart-warming sounds. All the upper air, over
the place where the pelted sentries were crouching, seemed to have come
to life on our side. At last our own trench mortars were answering,
not in a few grudged monosyllables, but volubly, out of the fulness of
the dump. Higher up also, there rose arch over arch, as it were, of
audible, reassuring protection--first the low-pitched bridges of sound
traced by the whizz of our field guns, and then the vast rainbow curve
of our heavier shells making wing, high over head, with a more august,
leisurely waft that sounded divinely. It was a changed and cheered
world to be living in. We had the upper hand now, and every woman
turning a shell or driving a crane in England had helped us to have it.
We have it now still more securely. Since that time we have learnt the
technique of attack--how to keep what we take and how to take what we
want at no more than it need cost in lives. We have won, in hard fight,
the best of all posts of observation--the sky, so that during the great
engagements last year on the Somme there was not a German aeroplane
to be seen in the air while ours were ranging everywhere over the
battlefield, each with its eyes on the enemy’s lines and its voice at
the ear of our guns. Our men and the gunners have now crossed bayonets
so often that all the old awe in which Europe held the men of Sedan and
Sadowa is gone; boys from Wiltshire and Worcestershire farms, recruits
of a few months before, have chased Prussian guardsmen uphill out of
their trenches and then held these ruined defences against all that
those picked products of intensive military culture could do to regain
them.
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