Defiance!: Withstanding the Kaiserschlacht by G.H.F. Nichols

Author:G.H.F. Nichols
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: HISTORY / Military / World War I
ISBN: 9781473866928
Publisher: Pen and Sword
Published: 2015-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

“Hallo! they’re expecting a big advance to-morrow,” said the adjutant. The note also decided a discussion in which the adjutant, the signalling officer, and the cook had joined as to whether we should dine early and pack up ready to go, or pack up and have dinner when we got to the new position behind Mametz Wood.

It was a dark night again; other brigades of artillery were taking the same route as ourselves, and, apart from the congestion, our own guns had shelled this part so consistently since August 8 that the going was heavy and hazardous. We passed one team with two horses down; at another point an 18-pdr. had slipped into a shell-hole, and the air rang with staccato shouts of “Heave!” while two lines of men strained on the drag-ropes. We reached a damp valley that lay west of a stretch of tree-stumps and scrubby undergrowth - remnants of what was a thick leafy wood before the hurricane bombardments of July 1916. D Battery had pulled their six hows. into the valley; the three 18-pdr. batteries were taking up positions on top of the eastern slope. Before long it became clear that the Boche 5·9 gunners had marked the place down.

“I’m going farther along to X 30 A.M. as zero hour, and I circulated the news to the batteries. Some time later the telephone bell aroused me, and the adjutant said he wanted to give me the time. Some one had knocked over my stub of candle, and after vainly groping for it on the floor, I kicked Wilde, and succeeded in making him understand that if he would light a candle and check his watch, I would hang on to the telephone. Dazed with sleep, Wilde clambered to his feet, trod once or twice on the doctor, and lighted a candle.

“Are you ready?” asked the voice at the other end of the telephone. “Ready, Wilde?” said I in my turn.

“I’ll give it you when it’s four minutes to one… thirty seconds to go,” went on the adjutant.

Now Wilde always says that the first thing he heard was my calling “thirty seconds to go!” and that I did not give him the “four minutes to one” part of the ceremony. I always tell him he must have been half asleep, and didn’t hear me. At any rate, the dialogue continued like this -

Adjutant (over the telephone to me): “Twenty seconds to go.”

Me (to Wilde): “Twenty seconds to go.”

Wilde: “Twenty seconds.”

Adjutant: “Ten seconds to go.”

Me: “Ten seconds.”

Wilde: “Ten seconds.”

Adjutant: “Five seconds.”

Me: “Five.”

Wilde: “Five.”

Adjutant: “Now! Four minutes to one.”

Me: “NOW! Four minutes to one.”

Wilde (blankly): “But you didn’t tell me what time it was going to be.”

It was useless arguing, and I had to ring up the adjutant again. As a matter of fact it was the colonel who answered, and supplied me with the “five seconds to go” information; so there was no doubt about the correctness of the time-taking on this occasion, and after I had gone

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