World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, French
To entrain a regiment of three thousand men with its baggage, its
horses, its wagons, its stores, and its service, has become mere play
for our strategists of to-day. To call it a heavy task would make one
smile, for it now appears so simple. At the period of which I speak,
the month of August, 1914, when our defense was hardly organized and
when the enemy rushed on, driving before him the terrified populace, it
was not, by long odds, the simple problem of to-day. The railroads were
congested, there was a shortage of cars, and orders were not always
certain of prompt execution.
Nevertheless, in spite of these circumstances, the regiment entrained,
departed, reached its destination without losing a minute or a man.
We reached our assigned place at the scheduled time, just as if this
tour de force had been planned for a long time or had been made easy by
habit.
We arrived thus in our garrison without knowing each other, but none
the less completely equipped and accoutred, although less than four
days had elapsed since the mobilization call had been sent to these
three thousand men, most of whom had forgotten all but the rudiments
of their military training. This miracle of execution was reproduced
throughout our territory, and after three years of war there has not
arisen a single voice to claim that the French mobilization failed
in any detail, or that in either plan or execution it fell short of
perfection.
This was in reality a remarkable achievement. It must be here noted
that France was prepared for the war neither in spirit nor in
material. Most of our citizens were pacifists, who refused even to
acknowledge the possibility of a war. Yet, when confronted by the
inevitable, each brought to the task an abundant good-will and an
enthusiastic patriotism which gave speed and efficiency to each act
of the mobilization. This was in truth the first step, the beginning
of the “Miracle of the Marne.” It was indeed a miracle, this splendid
co-ordination of good-will and eager effort into an organization,
enormous but almost improvised, which worked without clash or creaking,
with an almost mathematical ease that could not have been assured to a
method prepared and perfected by the most careful study.
After all, we were not destined to remain long in our new post. In
fact, we were hardly installed when an order came which placed us
once more on the train, and sent us at last to the frontier. We were
delighted.
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