True Stories of the Great War, Volume 5 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
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True Stories of the Great War, Volume 5 (of 6): Tales of Adventure--Heroic Deeds--Exploits Told by the Soldiers, Officers, Nurses, Diplomats, Eye Witnesses
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives
On hearing the sound of our horses they sprang to arms with guttural
cries, but when they had recognised that we were French they insisted
on embracing our officer and danced round us like children.
We billeted at Parvillers in a half-destroyed farm, and there at
daybreak a sight that suggested an hallucination met our eyes. Some ten
German soldiers were there in the courtyard dead, mowed down by the
"75," but in such natural attitudes that but for their waxen colour
one could have believed them alive. One was standing holding on to a
bush, his hand grasping the branches. His face bespoke his terror, his
mute mouth seemed as if in the act of yelling and his eyes were dilated
with fear. A fragment of shell had pierced his chest. Another was on
his knees, propped against a wall, under cover of which he had sought
shelter from the murderous fire. I approached to see where his wound
was and it took me a moment to discover it, so intact was the corpse.
I saw at last that he had had the whole of the inside of his cranium
carried away and hollowed out, as if by some surgical instrument. His
tongue and his eyes were kept in place by a filament of flesh, and his
spiked helmet had rolled off by his side. An officer was seated on some
hay, with his legs apart and his head thrown back, looking at the farm.
All these eyes fixed us with a terrifying immobility, with a look of
such acute terror that our men turned away, as if afraid of sharing it;
and not one of them dared to touch the magnificent new equipment of
the Germans, which would have tempted them in any other circumstances.
There were aluminum water-bottles and mess tins, helmet plates of
shining copper and sculptured regimental badges dear to the hearts of
soldiers, and which they have the habit of collecting as trophies.
VII--LAST CHARGE OF THE HORSEMEN
The dawn of the 25th broke without a cloud over the village of Folies.
A heat haze hid the early morning sun. The enemy were quite near, and
the sentries on the barricades gave the alarm. The cuirassiers and
dragoons, leaving their horses under cover, had been on watch in the
surrounding country since the morning to protect the village and the
batteries of "75's," which were firing from a little way back.
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