To the Fore with the Tanks!Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
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To the Fore with the Tanks!
Westerman, Percy F. (Percy Francis)
Adventure stories; War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
Poison gas shells added to the horror of the desperate struggle.
Aerial torpedoes, missiles from trench mortars, and the deadly shells
from the Stokes' guns, rained upon the enemy position. It was a
wonder that the Huns stood it as they did; yet, with their back to
the wall and unable to retreat or even to take shelter in their deep
dug-outs, they fought with a courage that could only be described as
fanatical.
Ploughing her way through the mazes of barbed wire Setley's Tank came
astride a deep trench that flanked one side of the redoubt to where
the glacis terminated in what was a few hours before an elaborately
constructed covered way bristling with loopholes, each one of which
showed the muzzle of a machine-gun. Now there was little left but a
crumbling mound of earth and disrupted sand-bags, in which
half-buried Germans still maintained a furious but erratic
rifle-fire.
Almost before he was aware of it Ralph found himself within the once
considered impregnable redoubt. There was practically nothing to mark
its position. It was only when he found himself confronted by a
landship strongly resembling his own that he realized that he had
gained his objective, for the oncoming Tank was not, as he at first
imagined, one of German workmanship, but a British machine that had
entered the redoubt on the opposite side.
Narrower and narrower grew the encircling ring of khaki. With bomb
and bayonet the British infantry swept the flattened earthwork, until
the surviving Huns, finding further resistance useless, threw down
their arms and raised shouts of "Kamerad." Greatly to their surprise
they found that, contrary to the statements of their officers, the
British Tommy is a generous victor. As if by magic the heat of combat
gave place to a light-hearted, almost considerate, treatment of the
remnant of the garrison of the redoubt, and it was by no means an
uncommon sight to see a British soldier bind up the wounds he had
inflicted on a German only a few minutes previously.
The paucity of prisoners testified to the stubbornness of the enemy
resistance. Quickly the captives were formed up and marched to the
advance cages--a task not without great peril, since the German
gunners, according to their customary indifference to their ill-fated
comrades, were putting up a barrage behind the captured position.
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