With the GunsStreet, Cecil J. C. (Cecil John Charles)
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With the Guns
Street, Cecil J. C. (Cecil John Charles)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Artillery operations, British; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, British
Of course, it is an unpardonable crime to do anything in or near an
O.P. which might draw the enemy's attention to it. A battery of my
acquaintance had for some weeks been installed in a pretty little villa
residence of which they were very proud, situated on the outskirts
of a mining village. They had certainly spared no pains to make it
comfortable or safe; indeed, the interior was a solid mass of sandbags
through which a sort of tunnel ran to the little observation chamber,
elaborately reached by a series of ladders and passages. One day the
battery commander was conducting a deliberate and deeply calculated
series, his mind too full of figures and angles to allow room for
any idea of possible molestation by the enemy. Suddenly, directly
behind the house, he heard a series of violent explosions. In rather
less than the proverbial twinkling of an eye he was down below in
the dug-out, nearly flayed by violent contact with ladders and other
unyielding substances, but still alive and safe. Still the explosions
continued, but no shell seemed to strike the house. At last one of his
telephonists, more daring than the rest, ventured to peer out, and
there, right in the sacred enclosure, was an armoured car in full and
noisy action. The scene that followed baffles description. Two heads,
one thrust through the hatchway of the car, one cautiously hidden
behind a projecting sandbag, discussed the question of unmentionable
idiots who wheeled their indescribable tin perambulators into other
people's preserves, until the hardy navigators in the car and the
stalwart gunners in the O.P. blushed to hear them. Finally, upon a
reiterated threat from the major to turn his own battery on to the car
if it did not move off, the nuisance was abated. But "Sans Souci," as
we called the place, was never its old self again, its restful charm
had departed. Some hostile battery had seen the flashes of the car's
gun, and afterwards, at uncertain intervals, presumably when things
were dull with it, would fire a few rounds in friendly greeting.
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