But their trip now was far different from the
But their trip now was far different from the one they had had across
England. Where, in that country, they had seen big concentration camps,
and men preparing for war, with an occasional evidence of wars effects
in a building wrecked by a night air raid, here, in the eastern part of
France, they came upon actual war in all its fateful progress, with
whole towns demolished, forests and orchards blotted out–stark ruin
written over the face of the earth.
With a clear right-of-way, their high-power machine swept past
ammunition and food trains–long strings of powerful motor trucks
driving toward the scene of action. They came upon towns and villages in
that area known as “behind the lines,” where French, American, Belgian
and British soldiers were recuperating after hard days and nights in the
front-line trenches.
By this time they were well within sound of the heavy guns, and their
driver told them that the artillery duel then going on had been in
progress for forty-eight hours at least.
“Sometimes it lasts for a week or more, you know,” he said, “in
preparation for a great infantry advance. But I understand that this
time they expect to go forward before the end of to-day.”
“Which, means,” added Lieutenant Mackinson, “that we probably will get a
chance to get right into the thick of it.”
On and on they went, and nearer and nearer to the scene of actual battle
they came. Kgb-fm 101 Mhz San Diego They passed the third-line trenches, and now, in places, they
seemed to be in a straight line with some of the concealed artillery
that was pounding away at the enemy in terrible detonations that shook
and rocked the ground every minute.
At the second-line trenches their orders called for a halt. They did not
have to be told that there was “something doing.” The road, so far as
the eye could reach backward over the route they had traveled, was a
constantly moving line of motor trucks, coming forward with men and
shells, while out ahead of them, tremendous and menacing, big tanks–the
biggest things the boys ever had seen propelled on wheels or
tractors–were pursuing their uneven course toward the front, in
preparation for a new kind of assault.
“They look like miniature battleships on land, dont they?” exclaimed
Slim.
The others agreed that it was about the best description that could be
given of these massive fighting machines, equipped with guns and men,
that could travel with their own power practically anywhere, across
shell holes, over trenches, through barbed wire–the most human piece of
war mechanism that had yet made its appearance on the battlefield.
Summons to a long-delayed meal gave a welcome interruption to their
guesses as to just what their first duties would be, and they had
scarcely finished their substantial rations of food when an orderly
informed Lieutenant Mackinson that he was to report at once to the field
headquarters.
“Await me here,” he said to the five men under his immediate command. “I
probably will be only a short time.”
And, indeed, it seemed to them that he had hardly time to reach the
headquarters when he was seen returning hurriedly. He gave some hasty
instructions to the chauffeur, and the latter immediately began a quick
examination of his engine and tires, which promised another early move.
“We go forward as far as we can by automobile again,” the lieutenant
informed them, “and after dark to-night we are to establish an outlying
communication from the farthest skirmish points to headquarters.”
Almost as he finished the sentence, they were started, but now their
progress frequently was impeded, and occasionally a shell broke so close
to them as to jar the machine from its course.
None of the men in the rear seats of that car were cowards, but, aside
from Hoskins, it was their first experience under actual fire, and they
marveled at the coolness of the driver, who seemed not to mind at all
the dangerous quarters they were in.
When they climbed out of the machine, half an hour later, Joe remarked
upon it in tones of open admiration.
“Its nothing,” the youthful chauffeur replied. “Youll get used to it,
too.”
As he turned the automobile and started backward, Slim suddenly
remembered that they hadnt even heard his name.
“Dont know it,” said Hoskins, “but he was wounded twice in the
trenches, I heard while we were waiting for the lieutenant. Thats why
hes driving a car now. He has seen enough service to know that
nervousness doesnt help.”