With my regiment : $b From the Aisne to La BasséeMills, Arthur
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With my regiment : $b From the Aisne to La Bassée
Mills, Arthur
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, English
In those days it did indeed happen that an officer only survived one
day after reaching railhead. Some had been killed literally on their
way to the trenches. However, Mulligan's cheery attitude of fatalism,
combined with the sound of the guns, did not infect me with any wild
good spirits, and I pulled out my pipe and filled it for the fifth time
since lunch.
The four of us had been living for three days in the first-class
carriage ever since we had entrained with our respective drafts at the
base. We had slept, eaten, smoked, and made ourselves as comfortable
as space would permit, and had also become very good friends. They
were splendid boys, the two cadets from Sandhurst--one eighteen, the
other nineteen. Theirs had been a short interval between the schoolboy
and the man. A month after leaving the Royal Military College they
had found themselves responsible officers sent out with a draft to
their regiment in France. It had been instructive to watch the perfect
self-possession of the boys and the way they handled their men. Now
as we neared our journey's end they sat calmly looking out of the
window, their ears pricked to catch the sound of the distant guns,
liking the thought of war perhaps no more than others do when they find
themselves very near to it, but perfectly self-possessed and prepared
to do whatever was required of them. They have both given their lives
for their country now, poor lads--such bits of life as they had to
give, having passed through only two stages of it, and never known "the
lover" or the full strength of man.
At railhead the train stopped about half a mile outside the station.
The railway transport officer came down the line to give us our
instructions. He said he proposed to leave us in a siding for the
night and we could have the train to ourselves, which would be better
than turning out in a field to sleep. The men could light fires by
the railway line for cooking, but they must not drink the water from
a stream which ran alongside the line as it was unsafe. There were
two wells from which water could be drawn for the troops a little way
beyond a level-crossing further up the line. If each draft would send
water-carrying parties they should be directed to the wells. He wished
a guard put at the level-crossing to prevent any man walking up the
line into the town. He was with us about four minutes giving his orders
concisely, and so that they could be clearly understood; then he went
back towards the station to attend to the multitude of duties which
fall to the lot of a railway transport officer. He spoke without flurry
or excitement and gave the impression, which every staff-officer should
give, of being a thoroughly capable man who knew exactly what he
wanted the troops he was handling to do.
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