France at War - On the Frontier of Civilization by Rudyard Kipling
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usual grenade fighting at------. We made appreciable advance
at------," &c. The original material comes in sheaves and sheaves, where individual character and temperament have full and amusing play. It is reduced for domestic consumption like an overwhelming electric current. Otherwise we could not take it in. But at closer range one realizes that the Front never sleeps; never ceases from trying new ideas and weapons which, so soon as the Boche thinks he has mastered them, are discarded for newer annoyances and bewilderments. "The Boche is above all things observant and imitative," said one who counted quite a few Boches dead on the front of his sector. "When you present him with a new idea, he thinks it over for a day or two. Then he presents his riposte." "Yes, my General. That was exactly what he did to me when I --did so and so. He was quite silent for a day. Then--he stole my patent." "And you?" "I had a notion that he'd do that, so I had changed the specification." Thus spoke the Staff, and so it is among the junior commands, down to the semi-isolated posts where boy-Napoleons live on their own, through unbelievable adventures. They are inventive young devils, these veterans of 21, possessed of the single ideal--to kill--which they follow with men as single-minded as themselves. Battlefield tactics do not exist; |
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