After the opening assaults on the last day of July, the opposing armies settled in their new lines, which weren't all that much different from the old, and shelled and bombed and skirmished with each other while the intermittent sun dried the surface of the bogland sufficiently for the Allied High Command to contemplate the next major push. Main objectives were the village of Langemarck on the left of the Salient and Glencorse Wood on the right. August 13th was the chosen day for the attacks to start. On August 11th it started to rain again, and rained, and rained, and rained…
… and rained! After the opening attack wed come out of the line – weather had improved a bit then – sunshine and showers – and Gertie was back to his old form. I knew how he were feeling – first time under fire and youve survived – you feel like youve just come out of the dentists – it were hell but its over and everythings going to be all right from now on.
Except that its not – youve got to do it again – and again – and again – and it never gets any better – and its when you realize that that the real test comes.
But for now Gertie felt like a hero. Bank Holiday back home, Pascoe – he said – everyone off to the coast. Wish I were with them sir – I said.
No you dont – he said – better off here. Think how they put up the price of ice cream on a Bank Holiday.
Well it were all very jolly for a while – but I knew that the longer the sun shone the more certain it was thered be another push – and sure enough on the 10th we went back into reserve – and sure enough on the 11th the rain started again.
Word is the bombardment has really got Jerry on the back foot up in Glencorse – said Gertie – doubt if well even be called forward this time.
I caught Jammy looking at me to see if Id agree -! said nothing – all I knew was the Huns had got more pillboxes than Doctor Dick in Glencorse and that Id never been in reserve yet but what we were called forward.
But still you hope against hope – when you hear the whistles and see the flares and know that up ahead the far side of Sanctuary its started – mebbe this time itll go to plan. We are cold and wet in our mud filled holes – but nobodys complaining – up there in Glencorse therell be heat enough from bombs and bullets – and men lying in the wet crying for water. Mebbe this time we wont be called – but I know we will – I know what Gerties still got to learn – that theres no such thing as worst – theres always more – and the only way to get Fritz out of his concrete pillboxes is to pile our dead so high in front of them he cant see out to fire.
It took longer than I thought afore we were called forward – not because things went better but because things were so bad hardly anybody was left to send the news back.
In a battle you only know later what youve been doing, while youre doing it all you know is what you can see right ahead of you – and when this is a sodden pock-marked desolation with a bristle of pathetic stumps that had once been trees – and theres no glimmer of sun to give you a hint of direction – then you might as well be anywhere – except there was something to give us a hint
– bodies – this was where the first attack had gone in no doubt – like a trail dropped in a paperchase the bodies of our own dead showed us the way – we even trod on them – no helping it – and besides they kept you out of the mud.
I could hear Gertie jabbering away – lots of encouraging words like he was at a football match – but a bit too high a bit too fast – then suddenly they stopped and I thought hes bought it! But when I looked along the line I saw hed just come to a halt – just like that first time – mouth open like a hen with gapes – staring at a head which had got blown clean off some poor devils shoulders and landed squat on the end of one of those blasted stumps.
I saw Jammy give him a push – then when that didnt work a real jab in the kidneys – that woke him up and off he went again – only he wasnt shouting any more – Jerry had been pretty quiet up till now – maybe to let us get close – but suddenly he opened up from those bloody boxes – we all went down so quick it must have been hard to say whod been hit who not – only when we started to move and slither into better protection it soon became clear – Johnny Cadger was hit – hed always been looking for a Blighty but from the awful bubbling screams he was letting out hed overdone it – a lot of others too – but worst of all Jammy had taken one in the chest. Steve was close by him and had managed to drag him into cover, somehow I wriggled across to join them – Gertie was in the same hole – he looked so bad I felt sure he mustve caught one too – but Steve said – no hes all right but the sergeants bad – Jammy looked up at me and said – acting sergeant now Pete – mebbe permanent from the way I feel – I said – Nay Jammy – miserable sod like you wouldnt do owt nice like dying on us – he tried to smile then said
– Hows the platoon? – Fine – I said – He said – Get them back soon as its dark – thats the order right sir? – We all looked at Gertie who made an effort and nodded – Then Jammy said – Youd best lead Pete – Mr Grindal ull bring up the rear – I could see his point – Gertie was likely to lead us straight to the nearest pillbox – but I didnt like leaving Jammy – Steve said – Itll be right Pete me and the lieutenant ull bring the sarge along – so I set off crawling to see what was left of the platoon.
Dark came soon and off we set back – soon as we started moving Jerry sent flares up and started shooting but we kept going till we came to the end of the stumps of Glencorse and were looking across the open stretch between us and our lines in Sanctuary. We closed up here. There were more of us left than Id feared at first. In fact I saw a couple of faces – including Doyles – that Id not seen for some time – and I wondered if theyd been lying low looking for a chance to get back unscathed. Well I wasnt going to bubble them. All that concerned me was that Jammy was still with us – held up between Steve and the lieutenant – I began to feel almost hopeful.
I offered to take Gerties place – but Steve said – No hes better with something to do – so I went back to leading – would it have made any difference if Id insisted? – Maybe – but at least I got the others back safe despite a flurry of flares and bullets as we crawled the last hundred yards.
But there was a long pause after the last squaddie reached Sanctuary – then Gertie appeared by himself.
Where are the others? – I yelled. They caught it – he said – back there – it was hopeless – theyre dead.
I almost hit him – would have done if Chuffy hadnt grabbed my arm – not cos I didnt believe him – but cos I felt it were my fault – trusting him. Just as well I didn't connect as Cap Evenlode the adjutant showed up just then – dont know what hed seen but he gave us an old fashioned look. Word is he dont much like Gertie – typical stuck up family – likely thinks the Grindals are trade – and when he took Gertie aside with him to make his report I bet he gave him a rollocking too about controlling his men. But I didnt have time to worry about that – I was listening to a voice shouting somewhere out towards Glencorse – nothing unusual in the Salient – the air was full of voices calling screaming sobbing – it was the mud – once you were wounded and by yourself you soon got stuck fast – stretcher bearers did all they could but it often needed half a dozen men to pull one out – God knows how many died that might have been saved if they could have made it to a dressing station – so when I said – Listen – thats Steve – they all thought I was being delirious – but I knew that voice – and besides now he was calling my name – Pete – Pete – so I didnt stop to think but went back out of the trench before anyone could try to stop me. I wer-ent being brave – I just knew I could never go back to Kirkton and tell the usual lies about him dying like a hero if Id left him to a long slow drowning in that mud.
I had a piece of rope coiled round my waist – that was one thing wed learned in that first attack on Sanctuary – Jammy had managed to scavenge a whole coil while we were in rest – and everyone in the platoon got a length – and I had a field dressing pack – those apart I had nowt – I hadnt even bothered to bring my bondook – I wasnt going out there to kill anyone – but there were plenty who had other ideas.
From time to time a flare went up from either side making me think of the shepherds in the field when glory shone around. It were like that glory too – meaning that for a short while you saw everything perfectly clear, then darkness came rushing back worse than before and I had to lie still till I got my night sight back again. But oh the sights I saw under that floating white light – wed fought back and forth over this ground for more than a week and there was scarcely a shellhole I looked into in search of Steve that didnt have its occupant. Desperate now to find Steve even if only to know for certain he were dead I turned corpses over – and sometimes they were men I knew – and sometimes they were men their own mothers would not have known – but none was Steve.
Id not dared call his name for fear of letting Fritz know I were out here – but in the end anything were better than slithering endlessly through this hell so I yelled his name – and discovered that even a man at the extreme of fear can still be made to jump when a reply came back so close it seemed almost in my ear. I turned my head and peered into the gloom of a deep hole – after a while something moved down there – a darkness moving against a darkness – then a tiny gleam – a sliver of whiteness – gave me a point to focus on – it was an eye – and as I looked a face formed around it – and Steves voice said – You took your fucking time.
