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- Herausgeber: World War Classics
- Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
- Sprache: Englisch
This is the full-illustrated version for the first time in ebook format including all original sketches.“On the outbreak of the war I joined the Royal Fusiliers, uninfluenced by the appeal of wall-posters or the blandishments of a recruiting sergeant. My former experience as a trooper in the Hertfordshire Yeomanry being accounted unto me for military righteousness, I sailed with my regiment from Southampton on September 3rd, 1914. We thought we were bound for France direct, and only discovered on the passage that we were to be landed, first, at Malta.”
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A SOLDIER’S SKETCHES UNDER FIRE
Harold Harvey
WORLD WAR CLASSICS
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PART I: ON THE WAY TO THE FRONT
CHAPTER I. FROM SOUTHAMPTON TO MALTA
At Malta
Malta and the Pirates
Sergeants’ Mess
Fortifications
The Maltese
CHAPTER II. FROM MALTA TO MARSEILLES
The Story of “The Marseillaise”
CHAPTER III. FROM MARSEILLES TO ARMENTIÈRES
Tub, Tea and a Halt
“Doomsday Book”
The Last Stage
Lady Angela Forbes’s Soldiers’ Home at Etaples
On the Road to the Trenches
PART II: AT THE FRONT
CHAPTER IV. SOME SAMPLE EXCITEMENTS OF LIFE IN THE TRENCHES
At Armentières
Fetching Water
Capture of a German Trench
A Night Relief
Ration Parties
Gathering In our Firewood
“Stand To”
CHAPTER V. THE LIGHTER SIDE OF TRENCH LIFE
Sing-Songs
“Dirty Dick’s”
“Seventy-Five Hotel”
“Chicken Farm”
A French Comedian
CHAPTER VI. THE “MAKE” OF A BRITISH TRENCH
A Traverse
The Birth-Place of a Song
Trench Periscope
CHAPTER VII. THE RUSE OF A GERMAN SNIPER
The Sniper who Lived in a Tree
CHAPTER VIII. THREE DEATH TRAPS
Suicide Bridge
Suicide Signal Box
A Mile-and-a-Half of Hell
The Hole in the Wall
CHAPTER IX. GERMAN BEASTS IN A FRENCH CONVENT
CHAPTER X. ANOTHER SCENE OF BOCHE BRUTALITY
CHAPTER XI. THE TRICK THAT DIDN’T TRICK US
“Jam-tin Artillery Party”
Dilapidated Quarters
CHAPTER XII. THE BARRED ROAD TO CALAIS
“Golgotha.”
In Hospital
PART I: ON THE WAY TO THE FRONT
CHAPTER I. FROM SOUTHAMPTON TO MALTA
ON THE OUTBREAK OF THE war I joined the Royal Fusiliers, uninfluenced by the appeal of wall-posters or the blandishments of a recruiting sergeant. My former experience as a trooper in the Hertfordshire Yeomanry being accounted unto me for military righteousness, I sailed with my regiment from Southampton on September 3rd, 1914. We thought we were bound for France direct, and only discovered on the passage that we were to be landed, first, at Malta.
I think I know the reason why the short trip across Channel was avoided, but, as it behoves me to be very careful about what I say on certain points, I don’t state it.
I show the fore part of the boat, the bows being visible in the distance. The doorways on the right are those of the horse boxes, specially erected on the deck. In fact, the whole liner, with the most creditable completeness and celerity, had been specially fitted up for the use of the troops, still retaining its crew of Lascars, who did the swabbing down and rough work required.
My sketch shows a crane bringing up bales of fodder for the horses from the hold, with two officers standing by to give orders.
Aboard the Transport.
We experienced some exciting incidents on the way out; for instance, in the Bay we ran into a fog, and the order was given for all to stand by. For the next two or three hours all were in doubt as to what might happen—of course there was fear of torpedoes.
We heard in the distance several shots fired, presumably by the battle-cruiser which was our escort. When the fog lifted, we could just see the smoke lifting on the horizon of some enemy craft, which had been chased off by our own warship. We again steamed ahead towards our destination and were soon sailing into smooth and calm waters, the temperature becoming quite genial and warm as we approached the Straits of Gibraltar. As we passed through the Straits the message was signalled that those two notorious vessels, the “Goeben” and the “Breslau,” were roaming loose in the Mediterranean.
AT MALTA
On arrival at Malta, I and others were put through our firing course, and the regiment took over the charge of prisoners and interned Germans, of whom, together, there were on the island—so soon after the beginning of hostilities—no fewer than 8,000. One of the first sketches I made was of our Bivouac.
Bivouac at Malta.
MALTA AND THE PIRATES
Malta, which has been called “the master key of the Mediterranean and the Levant,” “the stepping-stone to Egypt and the Dardanelles,” and “the connecting link between England and India,” is one of our Empire’s most valuable possessions, and its physical formation has made it for generations past of great maritime value. The island is, in itself, a rock, and all its earth and mould has been imported. In the days when there were no submarines or warships, it was the headquarters of pirates roaming at large in the Mediterranean. These pirate crews, after capturing their prey, used to bring their captures into one of the entrances of the island, now called the Grand Harbour. At the base of the harbour is the town of Valetta, which was catacombed in those early times, and tunnels were made through the island rock. When pirates had brought a ship under cover of the natural harbour to these tunnels, they took all the merchandise ashore and then broke up the vessel, so as to leave no trace of the incident. The crew were usually massacred to a man, and when chase was given, no trace whatever could be found of either the pirates or their captures, and later on their ill-gotten gains would be shipped off from the other end of the tunnel in another part of the island.
Looking through between the trees in my sketch of the Casement Gardens, under the Barracks of Floriana, which stand on an eminence overlooking the spot, a portion of the harbour is seen which commands the back moorings, and the water where the P. & O. liners lay up. Beyond the vessel drawn I indicate the island of Fort Manoel, which is an ancient fortress which possesses a very handsome gateway, which may have been built by the Romans. In fact, all over this island are remarkable relics, some of them probably as old as those of Stonehenge, but how or by whom the original materials were brought there or the original buildings constructed is now left by historians to conjecture.
