Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
Barnet seems to have spent the morning in rescue work along the track
of the canal, in helping people who were adrift, in picking up derelict
boats, and in taking people out of imperilled houses. He found other
military barges similarly employed, and it was only as the day wore on
and the immediate appeals for aid were satisfied that he thought of
food and drink for his men, and what course he had better pursue. They
had a little cheese, but no water. ‘Orders,’ that mysterious direction,
had at last altogether disappeared. He perceived he had now to act upon
his own responsibility.
‘One’s sense was of a destruction so far-reaching and of a world so
altered that it seemed foolish to go in any direction and expect to
find things as they had been before the war began. I sat on the
quarter-deck with Mylius my engineer and Kemp and two others of the
non-commissioned officers, and we consulted upon our line of action. We
were foodless and aimless. We agreed that our fighting value was
extremely small, and that our first duty was to get ourselves in touch
with food and instructions again. Whatever plan of campaign had
directed our movements was manifestly smashed to bits. Mylius was of
opinion that we could take a line westward and get back to England
across the North Sea. He calculated that with such a motor barge as
ours it would be possible to reach the Yorkshire coast within
four-and-twenty hours. But this idea I overruled because of the
shortness of our provisions, and more particularly because of our
urgent need of water.
‘Every boat we drew near now hailed us for water, and their demands did
much to exasperate our thirst. I decided that if we went away to the
south we should reach hilly country, or at least country that was not
submerged, and then we should be able to land, find some stream, drink,
and get supplies and news. Many of the barges adrift in the haze about
us were filled with British soldiers and had floated up from the Nord
See Canal, but none of them were any better informed than ourselves of
the course of events. “Orders” had, in fact, vanished out of the sky.
‘“Orders” made a temporary reappearance late that evening in the form
of a megaphone hail from a British torpedo boat, announcing a truce,
and giving the welcome information that food and water were being
hurried down the Rhine and were to be found on the barge flotilla lying
over the old Rhine above Leiden.’...
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