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diff --git a/old/67351-0.txt b/old/67351-0.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 6a526ce..0000000 --- a/old/67351-0.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,2659 +0,0 @@ -The Project Gutenberg eBook of News from No Man's Land, by James -Green - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and -most other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms -of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: News from No Man's Land - -Author: James Green - -Contributor: W. R. Birdwood - -Release Date: February 7, 2022 [eBook #67351] - -Language: English - -Produced by: Guus Snijders and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team - at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from scans - of public domain works at The National Library of - Australia.) - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND *** - - - - Transcriber's note: - - This version of the text cannot represent certain typographical - effects. - Italics are delimited with the '_' character as _italic_. - The illustrations with a caption have been replaced with - [Illustration: caption]. - -The few minor errors, attributable to the printer, have been corrected. -Please see the transcriber's note at the end of this text for details -regarding the handling of any textual issues encountered during its -preparation. - - - - - NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND - - - - - [Illustration: "Now they begin to return." - (See page 60.) ] - - - - - - NEWS FROM - NO MAN'S LAND - - BY - JAMES GREEN - SENIOR CHAPLAIN THE AUSTRALIAN IMPERIAL FORCE - - WITH INTRODUCTION BY - LIEUT.-GEN. SIR W. R. BIRDWOOD, - K.C.S.I., K.C.M.G., C.B., C.I.E., D.S.O. - - LONDON - CHARLES H. KELLY - 25-35 CITY ROAD, AND 26 PATERNOSTER ROW, E.C. - - - First Edition, 1917 - - - - - INTRODUCTION - - -I am indebted to the Rev. James Green for the privilege of writing an -introduction to his book, in which he gives a lucid and interesting -description of the life of our gallant soldiers of the A.I.F. In his -capacity as one of our Chaplains to the Force, all of whom have done -such noble work during the war, he has been able to enjoy a close -personal touch with our men—more particularly perhaps at Gallipoli; the -record of his sympathetic observation and experience will, I am sure, be -heartily welcomed by all who are interested in the welfare of the A.I.F. - -Previous publications have, I know, chronicled the incidents of our -campaign in Egypt and on the Gallipoli Peninsula—deeds in which the -greatest courage, determination, and self-sacrifice have been displayed -by our men from the Southern Seas, many of whom, alas! have made the -supreme sacrifice in the cause of Justice and Freedom. Chaplain Green's -work will, however, be an interesting sequel in that he describes what -one may call our second phase of operations on the Western Front. - -Here, in France, our Australian troops have continued to show that -magnificent bravery and spirit which has enabled them to undergo -cheerfully the severest hardships, and even to enhance their fine -reputation as soldiers, which now stands second to none in this huge -Army. No words of mine can adequately express my admiration and -affection for them. I am proud to think that for nearly three years now -I have been privileged to serve with them, during which period they have -made traditions which will live for all time in the history of -Australia. - -I wish all success to Chaplain Green in the publication of his book. - - W. R. BIRDWOOD. - -FRANCE, May 13, 1917. - - - - - FOREWORD - - -For reasons known to the men of the Australian Imperial Force, I am -always interested in meeting others who wear the green badge on their -arm. A good soldier is always as proud of the colours he wears on his -shoulder as the colours he wears on his breast. He knows that each -brigade and battalion possesses a soul of its own, and he is proud to -belong to his battalion and to worthily wear its colours. For these -reasons I ask the privilege of dedicating this book to the officers and -men of the First and the Fourteenth Brigades. Sister brigades they are, -from the Mother State; with them I campaigned, and for them I have a -proud affection. - -Heroes of many a fight,--for those two Brigades will stand out specially -in Australian History, the story of the Landing at Anzac, the Battle of -the Lone Pine, Pozières, Fromelles, Bapaume, and Bullecourt. Some of the -men drafted from the First to the Fourteenth shared in the perils of -Gallipoli, and all are associated with the fighting on the Western -Front. - -For them all, I wish that they may fight on to the certain and glorious -victory, and have the luck to return to Australia, the land of sunshine -and opportunity—there to help in building up the Commonwealth in harmony -with the principles of freedom for which they are fighting. - -In spite of necessary suppression, or vagueness of names of localities, -my comrades of the Fifty-fifth Battalion, to which I was attached, will -recognize many of the incidents described, and I can only hope that -reading what the padre has to say may cheer them in some lonely places, -or help them to be happy though miserable in some indifferent billets. - - JAMES GREEN. - - - - - CONTENTS - - - CHAPTER PAGE - I. A QUIET NIGHT ON THE WESTERN FRONT 11 - II. NOTRE DAME DE DÉLIVRANCE 29 - III. NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND 43 - IV. THE BOMBER 67 - V. ROMANCE AND REALITY 79 - VI. THE GOD OF BATTLES 97 - VII. THE CHIMNEY-POTS OF LONDON 121 - VIII. HORSEFERRY ROAD 135 - - - - - I - A QUIET NIGHT ON THE WESTERN FRONT - - - We marched along, the sun was high; - We marched along—the halt was nigh; - We marched along, a little parched, - It seemed we marched—and marched—and marched; - We sang a song, a little dry, - We sang a song, a halt was nigh. - The whistle blew, ah! welcomed cry-- - 'Halt!'--welcomed rest from wearied road, - With opened tunic, laid-down load; - Ah! welcomed rest with opened vest, - 'Twere worth that strain to rest again! - - H. H. V. CROSS, - - London Rifle Brigade. - 'A Route March in Northern France, 1916.' - - - - - I - - A QUIET NIGHT ON THE WESTERN FRONT - - -We are getting near IT at last. We have started our march through the -quaint Flemish villages, past canals where long strings of barges, -painted grey, and bearing the marks of the wonderful Army Service Corps -of the British Army, are being towed steadily forward. - -Occasionally, we march through good French towns, with their fine -churches and cathedrals. We hate the pavé. It is hard for marching; but -we recognize that it is a great advantage to possess such hard roads to -bear the enormous War traffic of great guns and heavy motor-lorries, -proceeding constantly to the front. Our band cheers us up. We are proud -of it. The tunes we like best are, 'Advance, Australia Fair,' 'Australia -will be There,' and 'Bonnie Dundee.' - -The women and children and a few old men come out to cheer and clap, -and, occasionally, we see some woman in black turn aside to weep. Is she -thinking of some brave husband or son who marched to the front just as -gaily as we are doing, and who did not come back? - -But what rouses the enthusiasm of those stricken people is the -'Marseillaise.' When our band strikes up the martial strains of that -most wonderful melody, the old men square their shoulders and the boys -march bravely alongside us, and the whole roadside seems to be vibrant -with the fighting spirit. - -I remember one little fellow with a crutch who, though a confirmed -cripple, hobbled in front of our band for miles. It was a sight which -made us forget that we were footsore and hungry. Away, behind us, are -the memories of the long train journey from Ismailia to Alexandria. Only -a vague recollection remains of our small fleet of transports sailing -the beautiful waters of the Mediterranean. We do sometimes think of the -reception we got as we steamed into Marseilles, with its statue of Notre -Dame guarding the seas from her eminence on the hill above. Then the -long troop trains and longer journey across La Belle France. A beautiful -country, 'worth fighting for,' is the verdict of many a stalwart -Australian from 'out back,' and from perhaps some little Bush township, -with but a church, a blacksmith's shop, and an hotel. Further out, of -course, there was a race-course, and divided by miles there were the -stations and farms, but it was a land of magnificent distances. Here, -however, there is intensive cultivation, and towns close to each other. -A pleasant land of beautiful trees and rivers, and grass of greenness -new to us. But we are getting closer to the desolation of war, closer to -the valley of decision. - -By and by we rest in a small village, and it is Sunday. The church bells -are ringing, and as I have made elaborate arrangements for church -parades, I am looking forward to a good padre's day. - -The brigadier, however, cancels everything. 'Sorry, padre, the men are -going to be "gassed" this morning, but not by you.' They are, and they -look very uncanny manœuvring there in the fields with gas-helmets on. No -one is harmed by the gas, and they learn that it is possible to live and -move under gas. But I am sure they would have preferred my gas for once. - -I am billeted with a very nice family here; and as the daughter is quite -charming, I have many visits from the younger officers. I did not know I -was so popular with them. Mademoiselle has learnt to speak English quite -well. - -'Don't you like Australians best of all?' said Lieutenant Gallant, with -a languishing look to mademoiselle. - -'We have many good soldiers here; English (they do not say much); -Scotch—very good men; they speak more, and ask if there is any place -where they can buy whisky. I like them all, and I do like Australians -best.' The gallant lieutenant beams with joy; but she continues archly, -'Because I always like those best who come last.' - -Now the battalion is formed up to march. My batman says to mademoiselle: - -'You are very sorry we are going, aren't you?' - -'But, yes,' and one could see it was real sorrow. - -'I know why,' I ventured to say. 'It is Sunday, and to-day you would -have worn your beautiful dress.' - -'Ah, _oui_,' she says sadly, 'you are very wise, and it is true. Come'; -and she leads us into the house again, opens the wardrobe, and behold -the costume from Paris, _très chic_, the lovely hat—a creation; the -high-heeled boots, they are all there. Quite innocently she tells us -that, had we stayed, she, with many another fair one, would have 'made -promenade.' - -Oh, what we have missed! and what greater pleasure they have missed who -would have 'made promenade' to the big church and along the quaint -streets of that beautiful village. We have seen them working in the -fields, on the railway, in the signal-boxes; but the brave women of this -village would have liked us to see another side of their life when in -their Parisian costumes they promenaded the streets with the grace which -seems natural to every Frenchwoman. - -We have had the deep sound of the big guns in our ears for days now, and -we are getting so near that we have seen fights in the air. Our band -instruments have been packed away, and we are in our last billet before -'going in.' - -It is afternoon, the day following. The whole brigade is on the move in -readiness to fight. The men march in file under the avenues of -poplar-trees. The points where the various companies enter the sector -have all been detailed, and officers who have been down to the sector -before act as guides. At a cross-road the colonel on his horse watches -the men break off for their different directions, and receives reports -from time to time; nevertheless, in the darkness, the transport which I -am temporarily with goes too far, and we have to halt for instructions. - -By this time our guns are booming out. We don't know whether there is -some 'stunt' on, or whether they are merely firing to cover our -'changing over.' Some thousands of men are 'coming out' and 'going in.' -It is a difficult operation. The noise of shell-fire is great, and now -we can see the festoons of flares going up in the Hun lines. The -lieutenant has inquired, and he says we are right and must go on. I -don't believe it. I have been down the road and I saw a parapet. I wish -I had not come with the transport. They are so visible on the white -road. At any time we may be discovered and a machine-gun turned on to -us. The horses are getting restive. The doctor has kindly lent me his -horse, and it is jumping about. I seem so high up and exposed there in -the saddle, and yet I cannot hold the beast when I dismount. - -The wagons, too, make such a distinct noise as they rumble over the -metal road. I agree with one of the men whom I hear declaring to a chum -that 'the whole bally thing is "no bon."' The men inquire, when a fresh -gun-shock is heard, 'Is that ours or theirs?' With a brave optimism, I -assure them that all the guns in action are ours. They take me for a -veteran, and say, 'It's all right; the padre says they are all ours.' -Most of the men who have been in action before add to their authority by -agreeing with me. But I have a shrewd suspicion that, like me, they -_think_ they are all ours, and I know they _hope_ they are all ours. -With a splendid audacity and tone of finality, reminiscent of my -cricket-umpiring days, I continue coolly to announce to every inquirer, -'Yes, of course that's one of ours.' At last a shell breaks on the road -with a vicious 'whiz-bang.' No one is hurt, thank God, but it was close, -and the horses are playing up. Amid the silence which follows, one of -our Australians cries out: 'Now, then, padre, what about that? Is that -one of ours?' Such a question, and at such a time, demands a moment's -thought. But I answer quite confidently, 'Yes, that's ours—now.' -Everybody laughs, but it relieves the tension. It is relieved more by -the fact that the lieutenant, realizing that we _have_ gone too far, has -given the order to 'About turn,' and we are getting the horses and -wagons behind the bend of the road. - -More inquiries. I've lost my faith in the transport. The doctor's groom -has come for the restless 'Rosinante,' and I'm free. If I am to get to -the Battalion Head Quarters, I must proceed 'on my own.' But first I -will turn into this little shelter, a forsaken dug-out covered with -stout beams and sand-bags. - -Two of us light up our pipes, but a profane sentry draws near. 'Now, -then, you blighters, put out those pipes. You mustn't show the Huns a -light. Don't you know you're in a very dangerous place?' - -It's all dangerous, but we didn't know that this place was specially -dangerous. I must make some inquiries of my own. I would have to leave -the transport some time. Why not now? I get into a long communication -sap. Like many another on the Western Front it is called Watling Street. -But it gives me a cue. I remember now that it leads into Convent Avenue, -and that, I heard them say, leads into Plug Street, and that is the road -to the Battalion Head Quarters. - -I pull my tin-hat firmly down, and when the banks are low I crouch, for -the machine-gun bullets are whistling overhead, and all the choir and -orchestra of the guns on both sides are in full voice now. The Concert -of Europe has, by a metallic crescendo, reached its fortissimo. - -The full diapason is out, but, as always in war, the _vox humana_ is -silent. There are little islands (traverses) in the communication -trench, and suddenly emerging from the sap near one of these, I nearly -bump into a sturdy machine-gunner I know well. He is a member of my -Church, a sweet singer in my choir when he is at home. And this is the -night for the choir practice, too. I see it now as in a vision. The -choir is gathered round the great organ, and the conductor raps out his -admonitions with the baton. They are practising one of my favourite -anthems, 'Send out Thy Light.' - -'You must duck your head here, padre; it is a bad place, and you are not -supposed to loiter.' - -But I must wait. I am asking myself, 'Are these guns sending out the -Light and Truth?' 'Yes, they are,' I say to myself. It is a quick mental -process, but I am satisfied with the conclusion. - -We crouch down together and talk of the old church. He gives me more -information, and I press on again. I am talking to myself, a bad sign, -but the meeting and the memory has stirred up emotions not to be -stilled. - -'We must have two anthems next Sunday,' I say to the conductor as though -he were present. 'First, "Send out Thy Light," and second, "The Radiant -Morn."' - -I wonder if, after this fury, there will be a radiant morn for Europe; -not one that has passed away. - - - When wilt Thou save the people? - O God of mercy, when? - Not kings alone, but nations! - Not thrones and crowns, but men! - Flowers of Thy heart, O God, are they; - Let them not pass like weeds away, - Their heritage a sunless day. - God save the people! - - -A few more turns of the sap, and then I come to three trenches meeting, -and it is a dangerous spot, for shells are dropping close. But the -sentry, with bayonet fixed, is on guard. - -'A hot place here.' - -'Yes, padre, you can plop one any time here. I keep to the left side as -much as possible under the bank.' - -'You're wise; and what are you here for?' - -'Men of the "Fifty-fifth" are to be directed down this sap to the front -line, and men of the "Fifty-fourth" go down that, and by this you can -find your way to the Battalion Head Quarters.' - -'Eureka! I've found it. _Bon soir_,' and '_bonne chance_, sonny'; my -present troubles are over. - -Arriving at the Battalion Head Quarters, I find it to be a farm-house, -ruined beyond recognition as such. Kindly nature has covered it with a -screen of verdure, rendering it almost invisible. The cook is there and -his assistant. My kit has not come down to trolley-line yet, but the -major, who has been 'in' some days, shows me my dug-out, a mere hole. - -Hours after the officers begin to turn up after various adventures. They -seem surprised to see me in first. 'Our padre is the limit,' says the -colonel. 'Chuck him into the centre of Darkest Africa, and he would -strike out for home.' They glare at me with vengeful jealousy, but they -have to confess I got supper on the way with the help of the cook. - -Hot coffee melts them. It is professional jealousy. I tell them we ought -to have a few non-combatants to settle this war. We're good pals after -all, and I know they would not care for a padre who got lost; worse -still, they wouldn't want one who didn't _go in_ with them at all. - -There's nothing like sticking up to these fine young fellows now and -again. Mutual admiration, tempered by strong opinions on irrelevant -questions. The colonel is jubilant because our battalion is right in now -without a casualty. Others, both going in and getting out, have, -unfortunately, not been so lucky. - -Bed made at last. Fritz is still letting off fireworks. - -Now to get to my dug-out. I walk quietly to the left behind a wall of -sand-bags, then going through an opening, I run smartly for the hole, -for machine-gun bullets are splitting the air. I have a bag in front of -my dug-out, and a sheet of corrugated iron to keep in the light. All -night long the guns boom, but you sleep all the same. - -When we get our papers up a day afterwards, we read of this particular -night a neutral paragraph, headed, 'A Quiet Night on the Western Front.' - - - - - II - - NOTRE DAME DE DÉLIVRANCE - - - From city homes—from country homes we came; - From mother's love and father's gift we came, - A wind most terrible blew o'er earth's seas; - It waved a smouldering ash, and blazed up war; - The smoke and heat of that great Hell drew us, - And from our lives we came to live, to live. - - From sluggish routine, sluggish wrong we came. - From heedless walks, from ageing rust we came - --we called it life. - 'Twas not! We came to live. - Out of the profound, profound we'll come, out, up; - Out of the deep we'll come, not from the shallows. - - H. H. V. CROSS, - - London Rifle Brigade. - 'A Young Soldier's De Profundis.' - - - - - II - - NOTRE DAME DE DÉLIVRANCE - - -At the gate of a ruined farm in our sector in Flanders is a little -chapel to 'Our Lady of Deliverance.' It is seventy years old. The -brickwork at one corner is broken down by shell-fire, but the ancient -picture above the altar, and the altar also, are intact. - -What was the idea of the ancient proprietor in building this chapel at -his gate? for most of the wayside sanctuaries hereabout are dedicated to -our Saviour. It was a large farm-house, evidently the property of some -wealthy farmer. It must have survived the Franco-German War of 1870; but -it has not survived this, for the huge grange is a mass of ruins. -Perhaps the shrine is a recognition of deliverance during the first war. -Although it stands amid ruin to-day, the chapel is prophetic of a -deliverance which is in process of being worked out. - -Near it there is a battery of field-guns, and in rear of it a battery of -'heavies'; in fact, all around there are guns, guns, and more guns! - -They were hurling an avalanche of shells into the Hun lines when I -passed on a Sunday afternoon to conduct a service at a post in the -second line. What a horror of sound! - -The Huns began to reply, and they sent nothing over but high explosives. -'Crump, crump, crump,' went the shells as they exploded, raising clouds -of dust and smoke, but fortunately missing all our batteries. To be -comparatively safe it was necessary for me to go by a way which avoided -all the targets the German gunners were aiming at. As though despairing -of getting our guns the Germans began to belabour our trenches with -minenwerfers, and soon the crash of mortars began to mingle with the -noise of our howitzers, field-guns, and machine-guns. - -Thank God it did not last long. In ten minutes' intense bombardment in a -large sector like this hundreds of projectiles are launched in the air. -But we had the last word in this duel, and when it died down we were not -done. A flight of our aeroplanes droned overhead. They were going over -for the usual afternoon 'strafe.' There is some danger to pedestrians -from fragments of anti-aeroplane shells, for the Germans ceaselessly -bombard our 'planes, usually without any luck. They go right over the -German lines, probably carrying bombs for some depot or ammunition dump. -When they have passed, a different, a solitary aeroplane appears. The -'flight' was of battle-planes. This one is for spotting purposes, and a -single battery begins to fire in its direction. - -The intense bombardment therefore gives place to a deliberate slow -firing of shell after shell in obedience to the observer above. They are -trying to get some special object, and 'registering' their shots for -future guidance. - -At night-time this little sanctuary of Our Lady of Deliverance becomes -the centre of a scene which might be taken from some drama of the -underworld. Huge ammunition motor-lorries dash past with a reverberation -which makes the ruined walls tremble. They are delivering stores of -shell (largely made by the women of England) for the daily consumption -of the guns. Our Lady of Deliverance has many disciples among both -English and French women in these days; daughters of deliverance we -might call them. - -Then very often at night-time the gun positions are changed, and by -immense efforts great howitzers are hauled into new pits. The Army -Service Corps must deliver its goods also by the light of the moon, and -from the front glide past the motor-ambulances with wounded and sick. -They are protected by a mesh of expanded steel, for they go right into -the zone of fire. - -In this way deliverance is worked out for unhappy Flanders. Amid -thunderous roar of cannon, the rising and falling of star-shells, -rockets, and flares, of all colours and meanings, and the ceaseless -rattle of machine-guns, Our Lady of Deliverance is thrusting forth the -flail of retribution and the banner of freedom. - -It is no sacrilege to ascribe our slow and sure pressure on the enemy to -higher and divine powers, even if we acknowledge, for our sins, that the -backward sweep of the awful flail smites us also. This would be the last -thought to the inhabitants of these war-stricken areas. To begin with, -they are a deeply religious people, and their religion gives them hope -and faith for the future. The Germans have destroyed their church but -not their faith. They have removed the altar from the ruins of their -once beautiful church to a neighbouring farm-house, and there they pray -to Notre Dame de Délivrance. - -The same spirit is seen in the neighbouring towns and villages. In such -churches as are left standing you usually see the Union Jack and the -Tricolour at each side of the chancel, and always the statue of St. -Jeanne D'Arc is prominent, decorated, sometimes illuminated, and ever -the object of many devotions. It is this spirit which possesses the -women of France. Yet religion here to-day manifests itself in masculine -types, and even the Maid of Orleans is portrayed in the garb of a -soldier and with a drawn sword. - -It is the effigy of Christ which is usually seen in wayside sanctuaries, -and they are not usually dedicated to Notre Dame. This is natural enough -in such a virile country as Northern France. The women, however, are -doing their share in working out the deliverance. Near this very -sanctuary you may see women and girls on the top of the haystacks -building them up. A soldier on leave is usually seen tossing the stooks -up, and boys drive the big Flemish horses in the lumbering old fashioned -wains, but all the rest is the work of the women, even to harrowing the -fields. The harvest is being got in right up to the guns, and the -soldiers are not allowed to harm crops or traverse fields. The heavy -traffic on roads by guns and army transport has necessitated a good deal -of reconstruction. The boys and the old men are doing it. How the women -can stay on and attend to the little shops in the villages at the front -is a mystery to us, for these shops and houses are being steadily -demolished by gunfire. - -During one of our heavy bombardments recently I went into a little shop -to make a small purchase. The building alongside had been shelled the -previous week and had to be abandoned. The girl behind the counter was -obviously nervous, and she said to me in broken English, 'Too much -bombardment I do not like.' '_Tout Anglais_,' I replied. Immediately she -brightened up wonderfully. '_Très bon pour les Allemands_,' she said, -and went about her work singing. - -A curious note amid this quaint Flemish environment of red brick and -tiles, interspersed with trees and grass of a greenness unknown to -Australia, is produced by the London motor-buses. They rush past with a -roar, filled with Tommies singing, 'Keep the home-fires burning.' - -From one end of the line to the other every man has his job. There are -snipers, machine-gunners, trench-mortar men, bombers, signallers, -pigeon-men. This last suggests the pigeon service. Men who _know_ -pigeons are chosen for this work, and they like it. In the stress and -strain of battle 'wireless' and 'wire' may break down, so pigeons are -trained by a daily service of duplicate messages. They have their -regular flights, and there is a constant service of cages being brought -up to the lines by motor-bike, and flights of pigeons returning to their -lots at stated times. We see the German birds flying back too, so that -man, beast, and bird have all been drawn into this great war. They get -very wise too, and the older pigeons fly low along the hedges and by the -avenues of poplar-trees to avoid gunfire. The pigeon-man follows the -commander into battle as well as the telephonist. - -But most useful and enthusiastic of all are the observers. 'O. Pip' -observers' post is a place the enemy is always seeking to discover and -'knock out.' But they are cleverly hidden. The other day, however, one -of our men fell by his enthusiasm. He was directing gunfire on an enemy -battery, and by and by he got it. When the Hun gun position was hit he -forgot for a moment how precarious a foothold he had in his eyrie in the -spreading branches of a tree. 'We've got it!' he cried, standing up and -waving his hands. He fell out of his perch and broke his leg. He is now -rejoicing in a hospital. We must not forget the wonderful work of the -miners. They drive tunnels and construct weird 'bomb-proofs' and other -works, thus contributing their share to the coming deliverance in which -everybody at the Front firmly believes. - -Yes, that little chapel is a parable and a prophecy. Itself intact amid -the ruins, it reminds us that although we ourselves are imperfect -instruments, our cause is good, and the day is surely coming when these -farm-houses and churches will be rebuilt in this beautiful countryside -and prosperity and peace will rule. Every gun-shot expresses our faith -and what we suffer in the price we pay for freedom and security which -shall be ours and for many long years our children's. - -In the quiet days they brought their offering of flowers to this shrine. -To-day we bring our howitzers drawn by huge traction engines, our -field-guns, our mortars, our machine-guns, our rifles, and these are our -offerings. - -More: from distant lands many thousands of miles across the ocean _men_ -have come. Nay, they have been _sent_. They have been given up by their -women, for they are husbands, fathers, sons, and brothers. These men, -greater than they know themselves to be, are the living offerings at -this shrine, given to the cause of Notre Dame de Délivrance. - - - - - III - - NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND - - - There's a zone, - Wild and lone, - None claim, none own, - That goes by the name of No Man's Land; - Its frontiers are bastioned, and wired, and mined, - The rank grass shudders and shakes in the wind, - And never a roof nor a tree you find - In No Man's Land. - - - They that gave - Lives so brave - Have found a grave - In the haggard fields of No Man's Land. - By the foeman's reddened parapet - They lie with never a head-stone set, - But their dauntless souls march forward yet - In No Man's Land. - - H. D'A. B., - - Major, 55th Division, B.E.F., France. - - - - - III - - NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND - - -'No Man's Land' is that bit of ground six hundred yards, and sometimes -only thirty yards, between our trenches and those of the enemy. Over -this disputed area we 'strafe' each other night and day. There are often -water-holes, even swamps, in No Man's Land, and both sides have a habit -of draining trenches into it. Wild flowers and even garden flowers grow -in this area, for it contains ruined farm-houses and orchards. Poppies -red as blood, lilies white as snow, roses, and blue cornflowers are -often seen there waving in the breeze, sometimes swaying before the hail -of bullets from machine-guns. - -The birds sing oblivious of war here, but sometimes you see pigeons -trying to fly across. I say trying, because our men always endeavour and -sometimes succeed in shooting them. Why? Because probably they are -carrying spies' messages to the Huns which may mean death to us. We do -not want the enemy to know how we are distributing our batteries in the -rear, so we try to stop enemy aeroplanes or pigeons crossing either way. - -As soon as daylight appears you will usually hear the droning of a swarm -of great bees humming their way across No Man's Land. They are British -aeroplanes, often flown by young men from eighteen years of age and -upwards. They never refuse a fight, and the best proof of their -efficiency is seen in the fact that fortunes are wasted by the Germans -every day in anti-aeroplane fire, in the vain hope of stopping them. -They often cross in ordered ranks, and go through wonderful evolutions -on their way—circling over each other like catherine-wheels, and looping -the loop as if in the joy of battle and contempt of the enemy. - -Our airmen are the pride of the infantry. If you want to be cheered up, -all you have to do is to look up, and watch these adventurers of the -air. Many a stirring fight have we witnessed in the air over that -unowned terrain called No Man's Land. One evening we watched a fearless -observer making his regular circles amid such intense anti-aeroplane -fire that we trembled for him. By-and-by he began to fall, and we -watched his descent with our hearts in our mouths. When we saw that he -was going to land just in our lines, we raced madly to the spot. Some of -the officers, revolver in hand, thinking they might need to fend off the -enemy, were so eager that they forgot their _tin-hats_ which were really -more necessary. To make sure of him the Boches simply plastered the spot -where he had landed with shell-fire. Arriving, we saw him desperately -dragging the engine, which was intact, under a parapet. Then he took -refuge, and we congratulated him, saying he was 'very lucky.' - -'Lucky, do you call it?' he responded. 'Why, they have ruined my -machine.' - -Why, so they had! - -There was a legend with us in one sector not far from Armentières of an -airman whom we called 'the mad major.' I don't know whether he was one, -or two, or three. Like the gun we called 'Beechy Bill' at Gallipoli, -perhaps there were several of him. All we knew was that we would see an -airman flying gamely among the puffballs of the breaking anti-aeroplane -shells of the enemy, and sometimes he seemed to get into trouble, and we -used to cry out, 'They have got him!' He would fall like a stone, -recover, fall again, and then when we looked for the awful end he would -skim low over the German trenches plying his machine-gun like one -o'clock. Good luck to the mad major! There was a method in his madness, -although we never knew what he was going to do next. Nor did the Hun. In -spite of danger and orders, we used to crouch behind the parapets -watching our airmen, and it was a tonic to us. - -Of course at any time, and for long periods all the time, shells, from -spitting rifle batteries to 60-lb. projectiles from big guns in the -rear, are screaming and hissing over No Man's Land; and wherever you are -'you never know your luck.' Moral: Do not despise your tin-hat. It may -be uncomfortable, but it would be more uncomfortable to 'stop one' even -if it were but a fragment. - -New monsters called Tanks have taken to moving across the debateable -territory called No Man's Land, spitting out flaming death as they go. -In short, all the accumulating frightfulness which we are learning to -use is being used to say to the Hun in tongues of fire and steel, 'This -is not your land; begone, and take up once more your watch on the -Rhine!' - -But you wonder why we do not annex No Man's Land, and advance. The -strategy of staying here till the right moment comes is wise and humane. -There are fine towns and villages containing non-combatants on the other -side of No Man's Land. It would be but to mock their hopes to advance -unless we could sweep on everywhere. Nor do we wish to conquer in such a -way that every village is left in ruins. Here and there at strategic -points we may have to do that. It is not so much that we want to break -through as that we want the whole line to break. Meanwhile it is a very -hot and unhealthy place for Fritz. - -Besides that, we are beating the enemy every day on this line. It suits -us. We have organized it. Here we have trolley-lines, concrete -bomb-proof stores, and many things that take time to build. Later, when -the right time comes, we shall cross No Man's Land at many places, and -it will become France again for ever. Until that time comes we cannot do -more than present our claim to No Man's Land. We do this frequently and -'in person.' Our patrols and scouts enter it nightly, and it requires -courage and craft to do this. Through secret sally-ports, over parapets, -and where the line has been damaged by shell-fire, they steal out in the -darkness, and the German sentries keep a succession of flares and -star-shells going to detect them. What hairbreadth escapes they have, -and what escapes the Hun sentries have; for sometimes they find -themselves very near to one, and they have to get back with their -information without raising an alarm if possible. Sometimes, however, -through a mistake, in the fog or darkness they get into the German line, -and they have to fight and escape amid following bullets. At such times -our men at the parapets have carefully to cover their return with -rifle-fire, and even help them over or under our defences back again to -safety. Young intelligence officers take many risks as they crawl amid -the hollows in No Man's Land, revolver in hand, in search of -information. - -We got a few body-shields for our scouts in our battalion, and they went -out for a long time with a greater confidence. The protection they -afforded gave them a calmer frame of mind, which produced extra -efficiency. But we make more serious claims on this disputed ground by -our 'raids,' which occur in many places every night. The raid is a -survival, or perhaps a revival, of the old hand-to-hand fighting. It is -a curious anti-climax of science in war, of which there are so many -illustrations to-day. - -In spite of long-range guns of great power and high-velocity telescopic -rifles, we fight in trenches close together, and we have got back to -grenadier days. Hand-grenades, rifle-grenades, and trench-mortar bombs -as big as howitzer-shells are tossed over to the enemy lines at the same -murderous distances as those at which Wellington's and Napoleon's -veterans fired at each other in Peninsula days. - -The raid is the last illustration of our backsliding in an age of -science to the primaeval fighting instinct, unrelieved by the chivalry -of a knightly age. You may be sure there are no banners flying or -trumpets blowing, no heraldic challenge to warn the Hun that he is to be -raided. It is a form of frightfulness calculated to jar the nerves of -the most militant disciple of the gospel of blood and iron. - -We were warned that our battalion, in common with others, would be -expected to raid the enemy's lines in its turn, and volunteers were -immediately called for. There was no lack of response. Then the men had -to go through a long and careful training, as those do who are out to -win a county football cup. In the rear of the sector they dug trenches -which were a replica of those to be raided. They did this from -photographs provided by our indomitable airmen. On this ground the men -were trained physically, and in the use of the special arms they were to -carry. Relay races to give them speed, crawling attacks at night to make -them wary and acquaint them with the 'lie of the land'; and added to -this, bayonet-fighting, revolver-practice, and all this again and again, -and in all sorts of light or darkness, until at last they were smitten -with a desire to 'get it through,' and a confidence that they could 'put -it through.' So much so, that two of their number who became due for -leave declined it, as they thought it was 'up to them' to be in the raid -after training for it. - -At last the great day arrived. No one knew until almost the last moment. -When the raiders came up in two London motor-buses singing 'Australia -will be There,' we did not know them at first. They were a disgrace to -the battalion as far as clothing went, for they were clad in ragged and -dirty clothes from which all marks of identification were absent. Short -as the notice was, we had organized a 'banquet' for them, and even got a -huge three-decker bride-cake from a neighbouring village. We had a solid -meal of three courses, and you may be sure it was none the less hearty -because of the absence of intoxicants. Every one was cheerful, but there -was an undercurrent of seriousness and grim determination. The chaplain -had to propose a toast, and after he had wished them 'Good luck' and -'God bless you,' the men came up with apparent casualness to say a word -or two of intimate confidence not to be divulged in this sketch. - -Then the men were prepared. They all wore aprons containing bombs; some -had rifle and bayonet, some clubs, entrenching-tool handles with -cog-wheels at the end—commonly called chloroform sticks—some bombs and -revolvers. Every non-com. had a watch set to divisional time and an -electric torch. - -Amid a good deal of merriment they blackened each other's faces—not for -fun, but because white faces would be easily revealed under the white -light of the German flares. Then the motor-lorries came up to take them -into the sector, and with many cheerful wishes they drove away as jolly -as though they were going to a party. A motor-ambulance followed with -the regimental doctor, the chaplain, and the stretcher-bearers. Down the -long communication trenches we followed them silently over the -duck-boards, from which occasionally some would slip partially into the -water draining below. - -The arrival at the front line is marked by a 'fading away' of the troops -holding it. 'It's me for my dug-out,' I heard one man say. 'It ain't -healthy with raiders about.' This is wise, because when the raid begins -the Boches will rain shells on No Man's Land, and then put a barrage on -or about the parapets to get them on the return. Now the raiders are -sorted out and put round the three secret sally-ports through which each -party will enter the 'verboten' land. The doctor inspects the special -aid-posts to see if all arrangements are perfect. Yes, the bandages and -doctor's kit are all laid out, and the A.M. Corps men at their posts, -and I and the doc., with an A.M.C. sergeant, repair to the main aid-post -to wait. It is three-quarters of an hour yet to zero time, but before -that many of the raiders will be lying out in No Man's Land in holes and -hollows. We try to read a bit, then talk, and all the time smoke. -Smoking has a curious psychological effect. It steadies the nerves, -makes you believe you are not perturbed, but there is no doubt that the -time of waiting is always the worst. - -Every now and again we look at the watches. 'Quarter of an hour to go.' -'Yes,' says the doc. 'I expect some of them have crawled out now.' 'Ten -minutes to go.' You throw down your book. It is no good pretending to -read. For three days our gunners have been 'wire-cutting.' They have cut -the wire over a very wide front, but they always take care to cut it -where our men are going to attack. - -Zero time is 9 p.m., and exactly on the second hell breaks out. Guns in -the rear roar out in fury. Trench mortars close at hand vomit forth -their missiles of death, and even machine-guns and rifle batteries help -to swell the crescendo of battle. The ranges are well known, and the -guns do their work without harming our men, who are now crawling -forward. - -Our aid-post is a dug-out covered with steel joists and sand-bags; but -it rocks with the swish, swish, swish of the shells flying through the -air like hail. Now the Boche begins to reply, and every now and then a -'whiz-bang' bursts on the parapets. We can only hope that no high -explosive will happen to break on _our_ dug-out. Now the guns lift, and -the raiders get closer up. A frenzy of flares go up, and we are so -curious that we sneak out to see across No Man's Land. We cannot see a -man of our party, and we take that to indicate that the Huns, too, -cannot see them yet. - -Now it is 9.10, and on the instant there is a silence as terrible as was -the fearful noise. The raiders are among the Germans now. They rush from -dug-out to dug-out bombing. Meeting Huns, they fight face to face and -hand to hand. German fire breaks out on No Man's Land, and occasionally -a rifle shot. Then, 'bad luck to us,' the Hun ceases to engage our guns, -and he puts his high explosives on, and just over our parapets. And this -is the time we must get out for our work, for casualties soon come back; -indeed a message has come to say that two are back. One man who has -brought a wounded comrade and himself has suffered a fall, injuring the -knee. As we run along the duck-boards behind the parapet we bend low and -listen fearfully to the crump, crump, crump of shells exploding behind -our line. The raiders have just ten minutes for their fighting. At that -time our guns will raise another curtain of fire behind them to keep the -Huns from a counter-attack. - -They must not stay under our own fire. Now they begin to return, with -their eyes bright with the excitement of battle, covered with mud, with -a German helmet or two, with many stories of the fighting, and with -their wounded. The stretcher-bearers are out in No Man's Land seeking -others, and we have enough to do dealing with those at hand. We have got -most of them close up to the parapet, and the doctor has difficult work -to do under circumstances the reverse of helpful, for German shells are -landing in our lines pretty thickly. But when you reach this point in a -'stunt' you cease to think of danger; you are absorbed in helping. The -wounded turn to the padre as a friend and almost as a father. They -babble of their home folks, give you messages, and they hold your hand -tightly when they are in pain. You cannot stay with one longer than is -necessary, for others ask for you. 'Ask the padre to come' is something -which makes it worth your while to be with the men in battle. One man, -not at all young, gives me many loving messages to one whom I took to be -his wife. I send them all to Australia, and receive thanks from his -mother, who explains that her son was a confirmed bachelor. Another poor -chap has a slight wound; but it does not bleed, and he is so cold. We -heap blankets and new sand-bags on him and give him stimulants. But he -gets colder and colder, and just as the ambulance reaches the billets in -the village he dies of shell-shock. The wounded men are put on the -trolleys, and the stretcher-bearers begin to push them out of the -sector; and while they do so the Huns' shells fall all round. 'But who -cares?' That is the feeling you have at this stage. Now we have a -bother. Some of the raiders are not easily persuaded to start on the -homeward march up the communication trench. The special officer stands, -notebook in hand, ticking off the names of the raiders who have -returned. In spite of his assurance some want to go back to find chums -who are really not lost. Others seek excuses because they want to go -back for trophies or booty which they now remember to have seen. - -One of our company is still missing, and a wounded man tells me where he -has seen him. As a matter of fact, things have quietened down a lot now, -and we have virtual possession of No Man's Land; the Huns have hidden. -They are satisfied to sprinkle our sector with shells in the hope of -getting returning men. But our stretcher-bearers are indignant at the -idea of my attempting to get the lost man. Securing my information, they -go into No Man's Land and find him. We still have a number of less -seriously wounded men behind the parapets. Everybody is talking of the -exploits of one of them. He is an athletic fellow whom the doctor is -attending. To counterbalance the pain he is suffering I congratulate -him, and suggest that he will probably get recommended for reward. - -'No fear of that,' he says laughing. 'More likely ten days' C.B.' -(confinement to barracks). - -'Why?' I inquire. - -'Well, I shouldn't have been there at all,' he replies. - -'I can't understand that,' I say. - -'Well, sir, I'm not a raider at all; but when I heard the shots, I -couldn't resist, so I slipped over the parapet and into it.' - -It is difficult to tell exactly what success the raid has had; but the -men seem to agree that with those they accounted for and Huns they found -killed by our artillery fire altogether twenty-five of the enemy were -destroyed. We have lost three killed in action, and a number of wounded -who will recover. One prisoner has been brought back, and he seems to be -a regular walking orderly-room for the number of official documents in -his possession. It may be but a small affair; but when we remember that -there were twenty-five raids the same night, it will be recognized that -we are not sitting down tamely and submitting to the German occupation -of any part of France. - -Probably the British press will announce to-morrow, 'All calm on the -Western Front'; but we know that every night No Man's Land is the scene -of deeds of valour and self-sacrifice, proving that our men have the -fighting spirit of their fathers; and that apart from the clash of -material forces, in the great battle of spirits which is the ultimate -basis upon which a decision in war depends, we need not doubt the 'will -to victory' of our men. No Man's Land, with all its pathos and sorrow, -the grave of unknown heroes, the battle-ground on which many a brave -exploit is enacted which is unnoticed and unrecognized, is still the -pledge and prophecy of our final victory. - -Now we must trudge back to the village. We walk about two miles in saps, -and then join the ambulances waiting on the road. You begin to feel -tired at this stage! - - - - - IV - - THE BOMBER - - - 'THE CALL OF THE BUGLE.' - - The Bugles of England were blowing o'er the sea, - As they had called a thousand years—calling now for me. - They woke me from my dreaming in the dawning of the day, - The Bugles of England—and how could I stay! - - The Banners of England unfurled across the sea, - Floating out upon the wind, were beckoning to me. - Storm-rent and battle-torn, smoke-stained and grey: - The Banners of England—and how could I stay! - - O England, I heard the cry of those who died for thee, - Sounding like an organ voice across the winter sea; - They lived and died for England, and gladly went their way: - England, O England—how could I stay! - - PTE. J. D. BURNS, A.I.F. - - (Killed in action, Gallipoli.) - Son of Rev. ---- Burns, late of Bairnsdale, Victoria. - - - - - IV - - THE BOMBER - - -We had a treasure in our battalion—a sergeant who knew all about bombs. -He liked them, and knew exactly how to treat them. Of course we could -not keep such a man in the battalion. He was manifestly called to the -vocation of Instructor for Bombing Schools. - -They will never make a general of him—he is too valuable in his present -capacity. Besides, his grammar and pronunciation are not equal to such a -strain. The more lucid his explanations are, the looser is his control -of the aspirate; although that is nothing in these days, for I heard a -member of the British Parliament speaking the other day, and he---- But -that is another story! - -'Bombs is all right if you treat them properly. They will never do no -'arm to you if you don't monkey with them. They are gentle and 'armless -things to them as is wise to them,' he would say, addressing his group -of humble disciples. 'Gather round and I'll learn you about bombs.' And -what time he toyed with the vicious missile the 'class' would gather -somewhat fearfully around him. - -'When you remove this 'ere pin you release the spring which causes the -charge to explode the bomb in the time that you count five—so.' He -removes the pin and proceeds to deliberately count, 'One, two, three'; -now his disciples begin to melt away, 'four'--'Oh, you needn't worry, -five, there ain't no charge in this one. It's empty for experimental -purposes.' - -He has a wonderful command of hard, technical words, only equalled by -his disregard of the proper pronunciation of simple words. - -[Illustration: "Gather round, and I'll learn you about bombs."] - -Now with reassured courage the class gather round again, and he takes up -a 'live' bomb. - -'As you count three, you hurl the bomb, not with a jerk, but with a -smooth round arm bowling motion. So—one, two, three,' and he hurls the -bomb clear into a trench forty yards away. It explodes with a loud -detonation, smashing up the trench, and he resumes his lecture. - -'Although you 'ave removed the pin, you can still keep your bomb right, -by pressing the spring until you are ready for action, so you can 'ave a -bomb in your 'and just ready for throwing as you go up a German trench. -You've got to do it just right, so that Fritz has no time to pick up -your bomb and throw it back at you. - -'You can 'ave faith in your bombs now. It's not like them there -Gallipoli days, when we 'ad to fire jam-tin bombs made on the premises. -They was filled with Turkish bullets and all sorts of things, but they -couldn't be relied on to do the same thing every time. Did you ever 'ear -of Lieutenant Forshaw, V.C., down Cape Hellis way? He hurled jam-tin -bombs for forty-two hours at Johnny Turk. He 'ad to light them with his -cigarette. - -'Not been used to smoking cigarettes, 'im 'aving been brought up as a -schoolmaster, the smoking did 'im a lot of 'arm, for which reason the -King made 'im a V.C. Lucky fellow, I call 'im. Many's the time I've been -short of a fag.' - -At once quite a number of the sergeant's pupils present fags, and having -made a selection and put a few in his pocket for future use, the -sergeant proceeds: - -'There's another man I want to tell you about—Captain Shout, V.C., of -the 1st Battalion. 'E was throwing bombs at such close range at the -Turks that 'e had to have three lit at once for 'im, and 'e fired them -just so as they would explode among the enemy. 'E kept this up a long -time, and 'eld the enemy up, but one burst too near 'im, and after some -time, he died of 'is wounds. A great loss to the A.I.F., believe me. You -needn't worry about such-like 'appenings now; only one in two thousand -of our Mills' grenade goes wrong, and with the odd one you've got your -sporting chance. - -'Now, what about bombs that land close to you, sometimes thrown by the -enemy, and sometimes by accident, our own, when a man 'its the side of -the trench? Don't be too scared. Even then bombs is 'armless properly -treated. Get behind a traverse if there is one. If not, then you render -the live bomb 'armless. Gather round. I'll show you.' - -Sitting on a chair, he took a bomb, and, after counting three, threw it -on the ground, not a great way off. The men scatter for all they are -worth; but the sergeant, having thrown an overcoat over the bomb, calmly -resumes his seat. Crash! goes the bomb at the fifth second. The coat -rises with the bomb, the fragments drop harmlessly around, and the coat -is not much worse. - -'Now then, let that learn you to throw sand-bags, blankets, your own -overcoat or some such thing over a bomb, and ten to one no 'arm will -follow. - -'Did you ever hear of Mulga Bill at Quinn's Post? A bomb dropped in the -trench amongst them, and 'e promptly put a sand-bag from the parapet on -top of it. To make sure, 'e sat on top of the sand-bag. When it exploded -'e went up with the bag a little way. 'E came down all right and none -the worse. But 'e was _narked_--annoyed, to find his chums laughing at -'im. "What are yer laughing at?" 'e said. "I did that to save you -fellows, but I'll never do it again." - -'That's where Mulga Bill was wrong. He done right, except sitting on top -of it. That was an extra act—a sort of curtain-raiser at the wrong end -of the play. - -'Let that learn you not to put 'ard substances on a live bomb. It don't -take kindly to pressure. I'll show you. Gather round.' - -The instructor then proceeds to throw another bomb. As, counting three, -he throws the bomb down, he proceeds quickly to put a sheet of -corrugated iron on it. - -'Now,' he cries, 'run like hell!'--and he showed them the example. - -The bomb, exploding, sends fragments, throws the torn iron all around, -and the men have learnt another strange lesson in regard to the -behaviour of bombs. - -Notwithstanding the confident handling of bombs by this expert, I am -privately of opinion that men should beware of 'the familiarity which -breeds contempt' in the matter of bombs. - -There was a man in our Brigade who had just returned from a bombing -school with his head stuffed full of all sorts of knowledge about the -manufacture and use of bombs. He had a small collection of them, and one -morning in the shadow of the Calvary at the cross-roads-at Fleurbaix, -having an audience, he held forth on his new subject, illustrating his -remarks by fiddling with a small screw-driver at a bomb which he -professed to know all about. Suddenly it exploded, wounding him sadly. -'A little learning' had for the moment 'made him mad.' - -To get back to our Bombing School. After the instructor's talks, the men -in turn would hurl bombs from one trench to another, until they were no -longer 'bomb-shy.' As a matter of fact, a good bomber is just as good a -'life' in the army as any other expert. Indeed, a man may lose his life -through the absence of a bomb or the knowledge of how to use it. - -In the words of our instructor, 'The cure for the bombing craze is--"A -hair of the dog that bit you."' - -The Germans are good bombers, and when, in their counter-attack, they -come down a trench throwing bombs, the only way is to bomb them back and -out again. - -He used to say, 'The Boches began this blooming bombing business,' only -his adjectives were sometimes profane. 'What we have to do is to give -them a fair sickening of it. Bomb their Zeppelins, bomb their -submarines, bomb their dug-outs'--then, in one final outburst, he would -say, 'Bomb the Boches; and if you don't believe what I say, ask the -Chaplain.' - -If they ask me, how can I contradict him? - -Our 'bomber' often surprised us, even to alarm. But the biggest surprise -he ever gave us was when he had been granted ten days' (well deserved) -leave in 'Blighty,' he turned up again in six. Wondering, the men, who -envied him his leave, inquired why he had returned before his leave was -up. - -'I was very lonely in London,' he replied simply. 'I like to be with my -pals.' - - - - - V - - ROMANCE AND REALITY - - - Page from a world-old palimpsest - Shrined on the altar of the sea, - Whereon a Nation's new-limned crest - Glitters in glorious blazonry! - Grave that our race shall kneel anigh - For aye—Gallipoli; good-bye! - - Dying to rank as men with those - Who manned the wall while Ilium burned-- - This is the crown your story knows, - The need their rare dear madness earned! - Troy's heroes cry to ours and thee, - Gallipoli, Gallipoli! - - They watched through fierce weeks many a one - While, from his tent of rose-hued lawn - The unclenched fingers of the sun - Unloosed the westering birds of dawn; - For them those sun-birds stoop and fly - No more! Gallipoli, good-bye! - - God's acre, bare and barren woods, - Cross-guarded mounds where noon-rays burn-- - Like pale knights praying by their swords, - Set upright in the bracken-fern-- - Thy love shall keep our freemen free, - Gallipoli, Gallipoli! - - J. ALEX. ALLEN in the _Sydney Bulletin_. - - - - - V - - ROMANCE AND REALITY. - - -The Army Chaplain, drawn by Mars from his quiet round of parish work and -life, made up, as it is, of pastoral visitation, educational and -devotional meetings, and the public services of the Sabbath, is certain -to find active service a restless experience. His battles aforetime, -fierce enough sometimes, were in the arena of Synod or Conference Hall, -and his duels were of the more or less friendly sort of the Ministers' -Fraternal. Now he sees something of battles more dramatic, in which the -missiles are more than words. He moves in an atmosphere of romance -mingled with grim reality, and he begins to feel that he is living in -heroic days. He sees the world in process of reconstruction, and looks -on whilst the fabric of man's life and character is taken down and built -up again according to a new pattern. - -Our disappointment in not being allowed to proceed straight to the front -in France was somewhat mitigated by the news that we were to train and -wait beneath the shadows of the mighty Pyramids at Cairo. On the ground -where Napoleon, addressing his troops, reminded them that 'forty -centuries looked down upon them' and awaited their achievements, we -trekked through the sand, sweated through the hot days and shivered -during the cold nights, as we camped amid sand which is always either -very hot or cold. There was a hard winter's work for padres here who -desired to do something to counteract the evil attractions of Cairo for -the troops. The reality was, however, always tinctured with the romantic -glamour of Egypt and the Nile. - -There was Vieux Cairo—the ancient Forstad—with its undoubted earliest -Christian Church; the place to which we can say with almost certainty -that Joseph and Mary came with the Infant Christ. Wanderings amid the -antiquities of this ancient place full of Coptic traditions, and an -occasional mingling with the multi-coloured crowds gathering among the -Bazaars of the Monsky, somewhat relieved the tedium of evolutions amid -the eternal sand of the Libyan Desert. - -A hard three days' manœuvring was set over against the interesting fact -that we fought our sham battles at Sakkara, the City of the Dead, and -our Brigade signallers flashed or flagged their messages from the Step -Pyramid—the very oldest building in the world to-day. - -'Going down to Egypt' had the same dangerous fascination for us as for -the ancient Israelites, and padres had to be modern Isaiahs, warning the -men of the languorous seductions which Egypt in modern times, as in -ancient, holds out to men of a sturdy race. - -Then came the never-to-be-forgotten day when we marched out of our Mena -Camp, headed by our bands—away from the sand of the desert, and on -through the crowded streets of Cairo, singing, 'Advance, Australia Fair' -and 'Good-bye, Cairo.' We were going to fight, and we were glad. We had -left the back-block townships away beyond sunset for this very purpose: -to strike a blow for Old England. - -That we were going to strike a blow at the heart of the Turkish Empire -made it all the more thrilling. Whether we would succeed or not we could -not tell, but we knew that we were going to strike hard. No ancient -crusaders ever felt higher enthusiasm than did we amid the marshalling -of the armada of transports at Alexandria. Then, with Pompey's Pillar -looking down upon us, we sailed away from the city of Alexander the -Great, passed the Pharos and out to the blue Mediterranean. - -Whither bound? We hardly knew, but in those days, when padres stood upon -the higher decks and spoke to the men in their ranks below in the deep -well decks of those huge transports, the romance of it all impelled them -to call men to high endeavour and heroic faith. We had to 'do censor' on -this voyage, and we found that the men's letters were surcharged in -almost equal quantities with reality and romance. They complained that -they had to sleep on an iron deck, eat iron rations, and, to crown all, -some one said, 'We are commanded by a General called Iron Hamilton.' But -they felt the glory of it, and displayed the spirit of adventurers. - -With St. John's Patmos in sight, with its white buildings on the summit -of the hill, we steamed on for Lemnos. Lemnos, the island to which, in -Greek myth, Jove's son was hurled from heaven, in disgrace, and where -the Greek army called on its way to the Trojan War, was beautiful to us -after the hot sands of Egypt. - -We manœuvred on shore among the most beautiful wild flowers, and we -sailed in Mudros Bay around the formidable battleships of a mighty -allied fleet. - -Those were romantic days for the padre. Everything one said was -flavoured with the seriousness of last words and final exhortations. The -last Communion service, and the last service on the huge flagship of the -A.I. Force, the _Minnewaska_, is something to remember. On April 11 the -topic was 'Consecration.' 'And Joshua said unto the people, Sanctify -yourselves; for to-morrow the Lord will begin to do wonders among you.' -The lesson was the story of the preparation of Joshua's army for the -crossing of the Jordan. Knowing how desperate was our enterprise, we -girded ourselves for the attack, and whatever the result of our campaign -may have been—and we shall not know that fully until the war is over—we -can claim that we obeyed the word which said, 'When ye come to the brink -of the water of Jordan, ye shall stand still in Jordan.' How many of our -brave fellows on the brink of the water of the last Jordan stood firm on -that bit of land we wrested from the Turk? - -The last service of all on the deck of the flagship, on April 18, 1915, -had for its message: 'Faith in God's leadership,' 'The Pillar of Cloud -by day and the Pillar of Fire by night.' It _was_ a pillar of -cloud—clouds of battle-smoke—and a pillar of fire from the thunderous -guns of our Fleet; and although it was not written in the Book of Fate -that we should take Gallipoli, we may yet believe that God was with us. - -In that address, after showing, first, that God does lead nations, and, -secondly, we are not in the war for Empire aggrandizement, but for the -preservation of God-given ideals—I turned to ask: 'Are we suitable -instruments for the fulfilment of God's will?' - -I look back with thankfulness to the fact that my last words to the men -who were going to land at Gallipoli were on 'personal salvation.' 'Some -of you may be satisfied that we are right as a nation in regard to God, -but you may have confused and troubled thoughts about your own relation -to God. You say, "I am not a church member or communicant. What about my -personal salvation?" In regard to the forgiveness of sins, there is no -magic or mystery about it. A man can be a Christian without knowing the -creeds, just as a man can be a soldier without knowing the military -text-books. The great revelation of the Bible is of God as a Father. -Think of a good father. He would forgive even a prodigal son. So will -God. But there must be repentance. If you thus come, God will accept you -and say: "Thy sins which were many are all forgiven; go in peace and sin -no more." Thus you may go forward, and fight all your battles knowing -that at last, when you ground your arms before the Throne of God, and -answer the roll-call of eternity, you will hear the Father say, "Well -done, thou hast been faithful unto death; enter into Life."' - -On a brilliant day of Mediterranean beauty our ships lifted their -anchors, and, amid resounding cheers, one after another steamed out into -the Ægean Sea, in the wake of the fabled Argonauts and on the ancient -track of the Greek army sailing for the Plains of Troy. In the darkness -battleships and transports took up their allotted positions, and in the -early dawn there began one of the greatest combined naval and military -battles which the world has ever seen. - -Even amid the tragedy of those Gallipoli days we lived under the spell -of the storied past. We were living in St. Paul's world. On a certain -bright Sunday morning we addressed some hundreds of men on 'Paul's -vision and call to Macedonia.' - -We were fairly safe, for the shells flew over us on their way to the -beach, and the hill intervening stopped the rifle-fire of the enemy. It -is a good thing to be on the right side of the hill. - -The men were always glad to hear about that indomitable fighter, Paul. -We were able to point to Kum Kale in the distance, which our battleships -had bombarded some days previously. It is the ancient Troas, from which -Paul sailed, and Troas again is the more ancient Troy. He 'made a -straight course to Samothrace.' - -This would take his little ship (something like that Greek lugger -sailing in our sight) over the place where a few days before our good -friend, H.M.S. _Triumph_, was sunk by a submarine. And there, to the -right, was Samothrace, in its snow-capped beauty, facing us. - -That was the romance. We were in the ancient world. The reality was that -we were verminous, plagued with flies and all the diseases they bring. - -After visiting the dug-outs that day, I had to bathe in the Gulf of -Saros, wash all my clothes, and, dressed in others less worrying, try to -sleep in my cave of Adullam that night. Experiences solemn and weird -were ours on that craggy shore. - -A Communion service at that same place stands out in my memory. How -freely the men came to the Table of the Lord! In the beautiful twilight -they sang hymn after hymn as relays of men took their places. It was a -setting solemn and impressive as any cathedral of man's building for -such a service. But there was a grim reality about it too, for as they -sang: - - - I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless! - Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: - Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? - I triumph still if Thou abide with me! - - -others, who had left the service for duty, were passing in single file -up the long communication trench armed for the fray. - -It seems a strange and romantic fact that when we returned to Egypt, -after the evacuation of Gallipoli, our main camp was at Tel-el-Kebir. -Sir Garnet Wolseley's trenches were visible on the outskirts of our -camp. But what is more interesting, is that on the march to the desert -front our force followed the line mainly of the sweet-water canal, which -is probably the route of the Israelites under the wise generalship of -Moses. - -Some units took a route through the Desert to Ismailia. There was less -romance about their experiences, and a reality which does not lend -itself to description here. Crossing the Suez Canal, we campaigned for -some months on a route which ultimately brought us to a post seventeen -miles out in the desert. What an opportunity for the padre of re-telling -the story of the wandering and fighting of the hordes of Israel under -Moses and Joshua! - -Our Arab camel convoys, on a new-made road parallel with a strategic -railway, traversed by electric locomotives—East and West together!--lent -an air of romance to this period of service. But it was counterbalanced -by a severe reality, for on occasions we marched at 7 a.m. with the -thermometer at 100 degrees. And a padre's Sunday, beginning with the -first church parade at 5 a.m. and conducting others at various posts -among the sand-dunes, was a day which left one more conscious of reality -than romance. - -An atmosphere of romantic interest hangs about our French campaign. The -scene changes, and for the white-robed hosts following Saladin or -Mehemet Ali, for the bronzed warriors who followed Cambyses, Alexander -the Great, Rameses II, for the Red and Blue arrayed against each other -under Napoleon or Abercromby, we have to exchange the chivalry and -battle represented by such names as Poictiers, Cressy, or Waterloo. In -our fleet of six transports, our division _en route_ had to _watch_ and -pray, wearing a lifebelt always. - -We steamed into a bay of Malta on a Sunday morning. This gave us another -memory of Paul, and we had to speak of his shipwreck and landing there. - -Arriving in La Belle France, we realize that it is a land of chivalry -and romance. We move under the banner of Joan of Arc, and fight on old -battle-fields. Every town has its storied past; but this is no war of -chivalry, and our battalions do not flaunt the banners of heraldry. The -reality is cold mud, dripping dug-outs, and hard fighting night and day; -and yet over all are the crossed flags of the two most romantic and -adventurous races in the world—the British and the French. - -The achievements both of Napoleon and Wellington call us, the one to the -path of glory and the other to the path of duty; and a second greater -Waterloo awaits us as victors in the struggle for the freedom of Europe. - -At this time we may still hear the ringing cry of Henry V at Harfleur in -our English ears: - - - 'Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; - Or close the wall up with our English dead! - In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man - As modest stillness and humility; - But when the blast of war blows in our ears, - Then imitate the action of the tiger; - Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, - Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage; - Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; - Let it pry through the portage of the head, - Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it - As fearfully as doth a gallèd rock - O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, - Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean. - Now set the teeth, and stretch the nostril wide; - Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit - To his full height!--On, on, you noblest English.' - - - - - VI - - THE GOD OF BATTLES - - - Lord God of Hosts, whose mighty hand - Dominion holds on sea and land, - In Peace and War Thy will we see - Shaping the larger liberty. - Nations may rise and nations fall, - Thy Changeless Purpose rules them all. - - JOHN OXENHAM. - - - - - VI - - THE GOD OF BATTLES - - -Everything is in the melting-pot. Even our ideas of religion are -changing. The development of theology is being hastened by the 'big -push,' and orthodoxy is being tested in the red crucible of war. There -is a lot of confusion, and that all the contending nations claim God is -embarrassing to _us_, but not to God. We may be sure that there is no -jostling or confusion in the Eternal mind. The Good Shepherd knows His -own and is not deceived by our claims and counter-claims. 'Gott mit uns' -is engraved upon the belt of each German soldier, and the Kaiser claims -God as the German God. He has been appealed to by the Austrian Emperor, -by the Czar; even the Sultan's soldiers advance to the charge crying, -'Allah, Allah.' We appeal to God too. It is all natural and, from the -human standpoint, right. We may be sure that the God of Battles knows -the worth of all our claims, knows how much of truth is contained in our -cause. In His name the conscientious objector declines to fight, and God -only knows where conscience ends and cowardice begins. 'The Lord is a -Man of War,' and if history shows anything it shows that God does not -despise the sword as an instrument whereby men contend for the faith, -and even the blood of men is not too precious to spill for the defence -of the ideals of freedom and right. Like the pulsator on the diamond -fields of Kimberley, war, the mill of God, throbs back and forth. We may -throw on it the heaps of earth, but as it throbs it will shake away the -clods and wash away the mire; the true diamonds will remain. - -To the superficial, war seems to be a grim contradiction of the fact -that God is the Ruler of the world. To them it seems as though this -world were governed by a demon. But really war is a terrible -confirmation of God's presence in the world and a lurid re-emphasis of -His inevitable and inexorable Law. - -The mental disease of selfishness, lust of power, and military glory was -present; it was slumbering in the heart of the nations in times of -peace. The disease (which shows itself in commercial competition too) -broke out in the violent inflammation and irruption of war. War is a -delirium, a delusion, and a degeneracy. It is made possible by the brute -strength of a soulless people on the one part and the weak -unpreparedness of an easy-going, prosperous, and pleasure-loving people -on the other part. - -Suddenly a bolt from the blue fuses all antagonisms into the mad storm -which we call 'War.' A good deal of dross will be burnt up, but the pure -gold will remain. Out of the collision of national ideals which are -right or wrong, heroism and self-sacrifice are born. Out of the -commotion of contending ideals, truth, single-eyed, in clear perspective -and circular, containing every point of view in its comprehensiveness, -will emerge. It is not to the balance of power or the inter-relation of -dynastic connexions that we must look for peace, but to the balance of -the naked truth and the essential solidarity and brotherhood of man. - -The Concert of Europe has broken down in discord, the Conductor is -rapping out with His baton the true music of humanity, and He insists -that we should all recognize the Keynote. - -The pre-millenarian sees in it all a superhuman interference with the -human will which is the prelude to a forcible application of the Divine -Will and a millennium of peace and perfection. But when we investigate, -we see that there is no mental violence in the coming of the Great War. -We are reaping what we sowed. It arises out of logical and adequate -causes. It will not end until these causes have been removed. - -Political excrescences must be sloughed off. Nations will be born or -reborn in a day. So war is working the world-fever out of our blood, -cleansing our hearts, and making us seriously face life's issues. - -To get to particulars. We hear much about man-power to-day. It is the -last word of the strategist, the first thought of the statesman, and the -secret of victory. But who bothered about man-power a few years ago? - -A Russian peasant in Petrograd, after the Revolution, said to an English -press correspondent: 'We shall have fine times in the church now. There -will not be so many long prayers for the Czar, the Imperial family, and -all the nobility, with a little prayer for the poor peasants at the tail -end.' - -Yet it is the great mass of _men_ which Russia possesses which forms the -famous 'steam-roller' upon which so many have placed their hope for the -liberation of Europe. It may be that the God of Battles has ordained -that in saving Russia, and in part Europe, the Russian people are to -save themselves. - -How was it with us? How many cubic feet of air have our men had to -breathe in the wretched and monotonous tenements in which they were -compelled to live? Houses must be built that way, I am told, because the -land is dear. Who made the land dear and men cheap? - -Men in many callings could not obtain a living wage. Some weird economic -law--'supply and demand' or other phrase—made it impossible to give the -worker more! But, suddenly, a struggle for national life is thrust upon -us, and there is money enough! - -I know it is a very complicated question, but it is _there_. We must -face it; we _are_ 'our brothers' keepers.' They are like 'sheep without -a shepherd,' unless they are cared for. It is a national obligation to -provide right conditions of life, proper education for mind and body for -the boy who is going to be the unit in the man-power of the nation. - -We must organize our national life to allow of this, for we have no -right to permit our industrial development to outpace our humanitarian -provision of the fair conditions of a full-orbed, manly life. Each -nation contending is 'up against it.' Men are precious in France, but -scarce. The birth-rate has fallen off. Why? We leave it to French -patriots to solve, and turn to our own affairs once more. - -We have suffered in this war, and victory has been delayed because we -lacked organization, and yet we prided ourselves upon being organizers. - -The victories in war are manufactured in days of peace. We were not -organized in pre-war days. Things _happened_. Under the pressure of war -we have had to organize ourselves in many ways. The railways have been -brought under central control to serve _England_ and not companies -merely. The vested interest of the Drink Traffic has had to be squeezed -into more reasonable proportions, and may have to go altogether to -secure victory. Men and women are being mobilized for national service, -and agitation for women's suffrage is silenced for the present. In the -silence it may be that we shall learn that the claim for suffrage -depends not upon _being_ but upon _doing_. National service is surely a -good claim for suffrage. Representation should not merely depend upon -taxation, but upon a wider qualification—service for the common good in -war and peace. - -We are not the only people under the pressure of war and compelled to -listen to the will of the God of Battles. - -We have seen an Anglo-Saxon nation, claimed to be the freest in the -world, struggling to grasp at the same time peace and conserve its -liberty, reluctant to grasp the sword even to protect its nationals. Led -by a far-seeing, cautious, and astute President, it made a wonderful -attempt to keep out of war; but the grim circles of battle have with -ever-widening sweep reached this huge nation of peace-lovers, and it is -learning that in citizenship quantity is not everything; quality, racial -purity, counts for something. - -Moreover, nations are not permitted, any more than individuals, by the -God of Battles to evade or shirk the great moral issues of life: - - - Once to every man and nation - Comes the moment to decide, - In the strife of truth with falsehood, - For the good or evil side. - - -The Church is being tested by war. It had not been prepared by its human -leaders for this test, though history shows clearly War, Revolution, -Crisis, and Persecution are the foster-mothers of Religion. - -But we built up the Church for peace and prosperity. Its ordinances, -ceremonials, customs, and solemn pomps; its appeal, apparel, and -ambition, all needed peace for their opportunity and prosperity for -their support. When a nation strips for war, however, it needs a -religion from which everything which is extraneous and superfluous is -eliminated. - -When the soldier, living in the world of elemental passions and away -from all the Church aids and props, free from the suggestiveness of the -church as a sacred place and all the sensuous accessories and aids to -worship, asks for religion, he wants it _neat_. He needs the -fundamental, the essential, the irreducible minimum. - -Now the Church has to work in an altogether different atmosphere. It -must not be thought that it is an atmosphere less favourable to -religion. The drama of the soul never has so fitting a setting as in the -red landscape of war, with its alternations of lively death and deadly -life. - -The very processes of soul growth and the problems of time and eternity -are, so to speak, 'filmed.' A lifetime is compressed into a campaign. - -As the individual soul has its tragic opportunities, so the Church -itself has its great chance. Never was such a setting for the divine -drama since it was first enacted. Never were the truths of religion so -clearly illustrated or the comforts of religion so pathetically needed. -The suitability of the gospel message as a response to man's needs, and -the perfection of Christ as man's Comrade and Saviour, never shine forth -so fully as in the lurid glare of war's terrible perspective. - -It is the business of the soldier's preacher to interpret this. He has -abundant mental material to hand, and he works in an atmosphere solemn, -insistent, and impressive. - -If he turns aside to talk of lesser things, he wastes his time. He must -not get between the men and God, or put the Church, or its ordinances, -or its rules, so far as they are human, between the men and God. - -If this is so when we speak of the Church in the larger sense, how much -more is it so when we speak of the Church as a denomination!--and all -Churches are denominations when we are at war. - -The minister, too, has to cut his baggage down. His spiritual equipment -is in his mind and heart. The soldier does not inquire what college his -padre comes from, or what qualifications the titles before or after his -name stand for. Whether he is a bishop, a great evangelist, or a popular -preacher means little to the man. What the man asks is, 'What sort of -chap is he? How is he sticking it? What has he got to say? Does he help -a fellow?' - -The chaplain's one object is to lead men in thought and faith to God as -God is revealed in Christ, and to get him _there quickly_. - -In regard to the Church as an institution, there is a feeling among the -men, more or less articulate, that it has humbugged them. It has -denounced the sins it does not often commit, but has been too silent -about the sins which are common to its own membership. The Church, in -time of peace, has built up a vast superstructure of respectability. The -sins of the flesh and drunkenness and swearing were not respectable; but -it has not turned the white burning light of truth against the sins of -the spirit—covetousness, selfishness, lying, fraud, greed, and -injustice. The soldier has many things to put up with, but for the time -he is freed from the soul-destroying influence of an industrial system -built upon the basis of competition. He is not afraid of losing his job, -and he need not toady to any one to secure the chance of his -bread-and-butter. Under the pressure of campaigning he begins to exalt -comradeship and self-sacrifice to the first place in the list of -virtues. Battle forges a new and strong bond of brotherhood. - -He does not possess this at first. He comes out of a world of -self-seeking, but he gradually discovers that men depend on each other. -In a word, the shells that fly, knocking the parapets about, and the -rough and tumble of campaigning knock a man's creed about fearfully. He -has to re-sort his ideas of religion and the Church, and when he puts -them together again, he finds that they fit his complex needs better -when they are built up the other way. Perhaps an arrangement of topics -which I have found to be dead topics as far as work amongst soldiers is -concerned, and others which seem to be _live_ topics, will help to show -what I mean. - - - DEAD TOPICS LIVE TOPICS. - - - Future punishment Personal salvation - - Baptismal regeneration Prayer and providence - - Apostolic succession Comradeship and Communion - - Claims of the Church Christ as Friend and Lord - - Sabbath observance Righteousness - - Observance of Holy Days and God as a Ruler - Church ordinances - - Sectarianism and all Church Here, hereafter, and the - shibboleths soul's destiny - - -The soldier is particularly interested in spiritual biography, and very -glad to hear about what God did for Paul, Peter, Moses, Joshua, and -David. There are vestiges of superstition lingering in many men, and it -is hard to see where superstition ends and faith begins. I have known -men sample all sorts of religion during the campaign, trying to find out -perhaps what different chaplains have to say about things. - -There is a species of fatalism; they value luck, and would sympathize -with the Prayer-Book phrase, 'Good luck in the name of the Lord.' - -It is strange that men should turn to the elements of religion in which -the Church is getting slack. They value prayer, and I think most of them -pray in their own way. They believe in providence, but do not expect -that prayer for them means necessarily immunity from wounds or death; -but they know quite well that whatever may be their lot they will be the -better for the prayers which ascend for them and for their own prayers. - -An Australian of the real primitive sort was moving across No Man's Land -to the attack on Fromelles, and he stopped amid the hail of bullets and -bursting shells and leaned on his rifle. A comrade rushed up and -inquired, 'What is the matter, mate; are you hit?' 'Hit, no,' he -shouted; 'if you want to know what I am doing, I'll tell you. I am -saying a prayer.' With that he seized his rifle and went forward to the -charge. - -An Australian non-com., who went right through Gallipoli and was in many -a fight, wrote to me and said that since a certain service at Mena Camp, -in Egypt, he had made prayer the habit of his life, and it helped him to -play the game. 'I have never gone over the bags without prayer first, -and specially commending myself to God, and I find it bucks me up a -lot.' - -Another, referring to an address on the text, 'Thy rod and Thy staff -comfort me,' wrote: 'The note of guidance and strengthening helped me a -great deal in the hard business of the attack on the Lone Pine, and it -was constantly with me in the Gallipoli days.' - -Whilst so many in pulpit and pew have ceased to ponder and wonder at the -mystery of the Atonement, soldiers have seen a new meaning in it. A man -in our force at Anzac said to me: 'I never could understand before; but -now, when I know I may be blown out, I reckon there isn't much chance -for me unless somebody has made up for my failure and done for me what I -have not been able to do for myself. I guess that is what it means.' - -He did not express it very well, but agreed with me when I said that -'Calvary has made up for our failure to come up to the standard of -Sinai.' - -That most difficult idea of substitution for us and representation of us -in the death on the cross is forced into men's minds by many an -illustration now. To a soldier dying at Étaples, a chaplain said, 'Do -you understand, and does it help you to know that Christ died for you?' -'Oh, yes,' he said, 'I know He died for me, just as I am dying for those -shirkers at home.' He used the word 'shirkers' without condemnation, -just as the first word which came to him, and passed away at peace and -content. - -For so long the Cross, with its extended arms, has spoken to the world -of a redemption of love. But we passed by carelessly, not choosing to -understand; so that we might well ask of the multitude: - - - All ye that pass by, - To Jesus draw nigh: - To you is it nothing that Jesus should die? - - -Now we know a little of what it means, for so many of our best have died -for us. So many real if not material crosses have been lifted on the low -hills of Flanders; so many have laid down their lives for the race, that -we are beginning to understand. - -There is nothing morbid in these thoughts of Christ dying. The Cross to -the soldier is full of sweet helpfulness, it appeals to him with -comfort. - -Everard Owen, in a poem which we are allowed to reprint from _The -Times_, called 'A Kind Hill to Souls in Jeopardy,' gives us the idea of -tender succour which men see in Calvary: - - - There is a hill in England, - Green fields and a school I know, - Where the balls fly fast in summer, - And the whispering elm-trees grow. - A little hill, a dear hill, - And the playing-fields below. - - There is a hill in Flanders - Heaped with a thousand slain, - Where the shells fly night and noontide - And the ghosts that died in vain. - A little hill, a hard hill - To the souls that died in pain. - - There is a hill in Jewry, - Three crosses pierce the sky, - On the midmost He is dying - To save all those who die, - A little hill, a kind hill - To souls in jeopardy. - - -What will the Church do with the men when the God of Battles gives the -remnant back to us? We shall have to make room for them. They will want -a simple and strong religion. Something to call forth and use the heroic -in them. They will not stay in the Church if there is 'nothing doing,' -for they are intensely practical. - -To recapitulate. The war has shown the political unimportance of the -Churches in Europe. The Will of God was not expressed clearly enough or -sufficiently by them to prevent the war. The World was stronger than the -Church and imposed its will upon the Church. - -Now that we are at war, the Churches are still divided in their witness -for righteousness. Even the Church, which, beyond all others, calls -itself Catholic, is not catholic in the sense of unity, for it speaks -with different voices in Austria, Belgium, Germany, and France. The -Church which calls itself Orthodox has failed to give the people a lead -in Russia. With us the lack of unity in the Christian Church has -weakened its testimony in the nation and marred its work in the Army. -Once more, therefore, in the history of the world, the King of -Righteousness, who is also the Prince of Peace, is recalled in human -life as the God of Battles. - -Still, He will make the wrath of men to serve Him, and He will gird the -soldier to execute His purposes, unconsciously, it may be, as He girded -and used Cyrus the Persian: 'I girded thee, though thou hast not known -Me' (Isa. xlv. 5). In spite of the failure of the Churches, He is -setting up His kingdom of Brotherhood and righteousness in the earth. - - - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; - He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; - He hath loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword: - His truth is marching on. - - He hath sounded out the trumpet that shall never call retreat; - He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgement-seat; - Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him, be jubilant, my feet; - Our God is marching on. - - I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps; - They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; - I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps; - His day is marching on. - - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, - With a glory in His bosom which transfigures you and me. - As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free, - While God is marching on. - - - - - VII - - THE CHIMNEY-POTS OF LONDON - - - I will not cease from mental fight - Or let the sword sleep in my hand, - Till we have built Jerusalem - In England's green and pleasant land. - - BLAKE. - - - - - VII - - THE CHIMNEY-POTS OF LONDON - - -There is some very fine architecture in London, and buildings which -reveal some of the finest workmanship in the world, for the London -craftsmen are famous. - -But all this is crowned with the craziest collection of chimney-pots. - -Sometimes the brickwork of the chimneys is built from one angle to -another above the roof; like a zigzag, and then surmounted on the same -building with chimney-pots of different designs and heights, pointing, -too, in different directions, and again capped with many weird -contrivances to make them _draw_. They are certainly _out of drawing_, -as any artist will confess. - -There are machines that whirl in the wind and by their mad circling -withdraw the smoke, and there are _cowls_ that move with the wind, -swinging in such a direction that the wind cannot blow down the chimney. -There are _hoods_, and tin monstrosities that rear their ugliness over -palaces, and there are chimneys that have been built up so much higher -than the original ending, that in their fresh start to the sky they -spoil the sky view as well as the contour of the building. There are -beautiful chimneys, which begin well, but have to be assisted to do -their work by horrible tin extensions soaring into the air. - -These hideous makeshifts disfigure the dwellings of the rich and the -poor alike with a deadly equality of utility unrelieved by any beauty. -To see it all stretching out beneath you from the Monument fills you -with disappointment at the wretched discord. I believe there are experts -in chimneys in London, men who _doctor_ them. If one could be found with -an artistic soul, who could make them beautiful, he would deserve well -of his country. - -But it would never do to take all these ugly things down, for uniformity -and even beauty may cost too much. A house full of smoke would, added to -the London fog, be intolerable. 'Handsome is as handsome does.' - -The housewife says 'Ours is a beautiful chimney. It draws so well.' When -you sit by the bright fire on a winter's night, you do not think of the -ugly chimney aloft except as a plain-featured but dear friend. - -But, for all that, these chimney-pots of London are a sad commentary on -our human nature. Our architecture and building goes wrong just where it -comes into contact with rough nature, with its treacherous tempest and -veering winds. The architect plans a beautiful Gothic mansion and -everything goes right. It is a dream, a vision of harmony, until he -comes to the chimneys—then brief and tragic experience demands a -distorted chimney or a tin contrivance, and the plan is spoiled. - -So we build our lives up to a point. It is to be a Gothic career for the -noble son. What Eton, Harrow, Rugby, Oxford, or Cambridge can do for him -is done. The Church, the Army—Society (with a big 'S') lend a hand, and -he is turned out true to sample—the right accent, the right dress, the -right manner. But, alas! when he comes into contact with the intricate -promptings of nature and the subtle temptings of the world, some strain, -inherited from the days of the Conqueror, makes him wobble. He marries -the wrong woman, or doesn't marry her at all, misses the bus, or catches -the wrong one. His career is altogether different from plan and -specification, and yet he may be quite a good sort! - -Here is another case. We set out to build a really artistic life. She, -the favoured creature, is nurtured amid culture and reared in the -atmosphere of poetry. Listening to smart conversation in epigram and -lightning-sketch style, she goes out into the world without a practical -notion; and because these things 'require money,' drifts into a -business-like marriage with an unpoetic person, who makes glue or blue. -Settles down—a Queen Anne villa with Mary Ann chimneys. - -These are mild cases. How few of us live up to our fond parents' hopes -and prayers! How many of us end far otherwise than our education, -advantages, and associations seemed to promise. We have power of choice, -we are not made uniform, and we do wobble a lot when we are turned loose -among the currents and storms of life. - -We overseas Britons are apt to expect too much of dear old London. - -At first we are foolish enough to think that this mighty capital of our -far-flung Empire should be an epitome of all our British virtues. Coming -to the fountainhead, we expect the water to be pure. We soon learn that -it is not a fountainhead of anything. It is a great bay of human life -and action into which a thousand rivers, of different quality and force, -empty themselves. - -London is a magnified expression of the life of the whole Empire. The -currents which we on the frontiers of the Empire set going all come -pulsing towards this mighty mother of cities; but with the boundless -generosity of a mother of nations, mature but still vigorous, she -receives this inflowing life and sends it back again in responsive -floods to the end of the earth. - -The jaundiced critic treads this mighty city with the blinded eyes of -ignorance, and seeing faults and sins, identifies her as 'Babylon the -Great, Mother of Harlots'; but to those who look for goodness, London -suggests the city of which it is written: 'And the nations of them which -are saved shall walk in the light of it; and the kings of the earth do -bring their glory and honour into it.' - -Let us not hide the truth from ourselves. These chimney-pots of London, -for all their ugliness, mean a lot of kindly comfort. They draw well, -they are comfortable to live with. - -You may find the worst in London, but you will always find the best -also. - -There is a warm sympathy for sorrow, a motherly helpfulness in need, a -maternal solicitude for the welfare of the humblest, which stretches -down from the throne, and is reflected in the kindness of the poor -towards each other. No good movement will ever lack support here, and no -stauncher friend to freedom is planted four-square upon this earth than -the City of London, which so gallantly fought for its own freedom and so -jealously guards it still. - -If all these classic characters planned by fond parents had materialized -right up to the very chimney-pots, they would probably have been less -companionable and kindly. Purity of style does not always mean domestic -harmony. Go into these houses with the distorted chimneys, and you will -often find them 'all beautiful within,' carrying an atmosphere of peace -and well-being which is refreshing to the soul. Think, too, of how many -of them have been turned into hospitals for our wounded soldiers, and of -others which dispense a hospitality to the men from overseas which helps -them to forget or at least to bear their exile. - -It is unreasonable to expect the discourse and decisions of the great -mother of Parliaments to match the classic purity of the building in -which it meets. Its members are men, swayed by many winds of interest -and influence, and if they wobble a bit it is only natural. We -youngsters would settle the Irish Question and the problem of the Drink -Traffic monopoly very quickly! We would fix up the Suffrage for them and -bring everything up-to-date very soon! We would indeed—until we get the -over-sea mail and are reminded of our own lesser problems unsolved and -see our own wobbling. If we have nicer chimneys it is because our -climate is more kindly; and if life seems easier with us it is because -we are so young. We did not have so much hoary feudalism to dig up; -neither, however, have we such golden traditions and such a storied -history. Our life is free, but is it so full? - -Let us be very charitable to the homely chimney-pots of London. We have -poured out our treasure and blood for the Empire in this great war -gladly, but this one city has sent over a million of her sons to fight -and given readily scores of millions of her wealth without a murmur, and -is still giving out, giving out, without stint. It is the most heroic, -adventurous city in the world, where men use big maps, think in -millions, and build nationhood not for to-day only but for the centuries -to come. - -To speak of lesser things, where is there a more orderly, a more -good-tempered crowd than the crowd of London? Paris has its gay beauty, -Edinburgh its classic lines; but here they have dug parks out of the -quarries of bricks and mortar. The trees, squares, little green patches, -breathing-spaces, unexpected quiet nooks—all these are a surprise to us -because they have cost so much, and they represent a city of ideals -which embrace the past as well as the future. - -Later on, when we are older and wiser, you will call us to your -council-chambers. And we shall bring something with us of the freedom of -the large spaces, some vaulting ambitions from new countries where life -is a young man's adventure, some clearness of vision brought from the -solitary places. - -We shall bring Home some of the sweeping perspective of a land of -magnificent distances. Freighted, too, we shall be with that love for -England which only those can feel who have left her shores behind to -strike the long trail of Empire. But we can never bring back such gifts -to the mother county as she first dowered us with when she sent us out -to the great new lands with a love for freedom which she nourished -through the centuries with her own blood. - -Ah, London of the crazy chimney-pots! what we like about you specially -is your marvellous courage. London afraid, shrinking, timorous! Only -madmen would think it! How you wrestled with your mighty -problems!--problems of transport (you plant mighty railway systems in -your heart, and dig ways underground for your people), and problems of -administration greater than those of many nations! - -But your courage is still challenged. You will not fail us, Great Mother -of Cities! We look to you for a lead. You _are_ going to root out your -slum public-houses. You _are_ going to do more for the housing of your -people. And in the larger sphere of the politics of the world you are -still going to hold aloft the banner of freedom and righteousness. Send -out your life-blood of brave endeavour, and we shall feel every -heart-beat and respond to it, away under the Southern Cross, and -wherever the Union Jack flies or English is spoken. - - - - - VIII - - HORSEFERRY ROAD - - - Hail to the brave! - Who, going, come no more; - Th' imperious call broke on their slumb'ring souls, - And woke to action all their manhood strong, - And bade them go, that Right might conquer wrong. - Hail to the brave! - Who, going, come no more. - - Hail to the brave! - Who going, come again, - Though our poor vision may not see their form; - Yet in the silent hour, when thought seems deep, - We hail them near, and holy vigil keep - With all the brave, - Who going, come again. - - J. WILLIAMS BUTCHER. - - - - - VIII - - HORSEFERRY ROAD - - -When the great war is over there are some places which will live in the -minds of the Australians. Mena and the desert around the Pyramids has -become a part of the perspective of many Australian lives. It is stamped -there by many a long route march, and the training of the Australian -Forces there is a page in the annals of the history of Egypt, which -includes so much that is military, most noteworthy being the assembling, -training, and fighting of Napoleon's Army at the same place. We had our -Battle of the Pyramids, strenuous enough if only a sham battle. - -Heliopolis, with its old associations—the City of the Sun in the days of -Joseph and the place of his marriage, was the centre for our New Zealand -troops and also for many of our Australian units. Particularly will it -be remembered by the thousands of sick and wounded who came there to our -great No. 1 Australian General Hospital, which occupied the largest -hotel in the world, the Heliopolis Palace. The classic island of Lemnos, -both before our landing at Gallipoli and after our evacuation, loomed -large in our life. Salisbury Plain with its ancient towns and its -Druidical remains at Stonehenge also comes into the picture. - -But Horseferry Road has its special place in our records. Thousands of -Australians, on business bent, visit Head Quarters there, and the number -who report there on duty or leave every week never falls below four -figures. They see that it is a college, and that the officers are -working in libraries surrounded by memorial busts and bronzes of old -Masters, Tutors, and Scholars. They see hundreds of clerks working in -lecture-halls, class-rooms, or College Chapel. It will be interesting -for them to know that Horseferry Road is worthy of coming into the -historic perspective of the Australian Army. - -To begin with, it is probably the oldest road in England, certainly -older than Watling Street. The Archbishop's horse ferry began when his -Grace was more powerful than any of the several kings in England, and -brought the traffic from one side of the Thames to the other before -bridges were thought of. The Horseferry Road carried this ancient -traffic, and was laid out by use, very much the same as Parramatta Road -followed the tracks of the bullock teams along the ridge leading from -Sydney to Parramatta—and thus became in a casual way the first road in -the history of the new nation under the Southern Cross. - -The ancient Archbishop never could in his wildest dreams foreshadow the -time when hosts of British soldiers from the other side of the world -would march along his narrow horse ferry road. - -The building occupied by our Head Quarters is the Westminster Training -College for teachers, whose principal is Dr. Workman, a leading scholar -of England, and one of the first authorities on Mediaeval History. It -was first thought of taking the College for an officers' training depot, -but the War Office ultimately handed it over to the Australian -Commonwealth. - -The Australian Imperial Force but continues the war record of this great -college. Of its 800 or more pre-war students who have attested, 735 are -on active service: 47 have been killed in action, 23 wounded, 7 reported -missing, and 3 are prisoners of war. It has contributed 97 commissioned -officers and 218 non-commissioned officers to the army. The men of this -college have obtained many distinctions in the field. Lieutenant William -F. Forshaw and Lieutenant Donald Simpson Bell have won the V.C. The -first case is well known to Australians, for Lieutenant Forshaw won his -V.C. in the critical days of Gallipoli by holding up Turks for forty-one -hours by throwing bombs. Captain C. H. Hill Roberts and Captain J. W. -Wood won the Military Cross, and Lieutenant E. J. Phillips the -Distinguished Conduct Medal and the Médaille Militaire. Private Herbert -Brindle and Gunner W. L. Cooper, B.A., have won the Military Medal. - -This does not profess to be a complete record of the honours won by -Westminster Training College men, but just a list dug out of the -statistics while the war continues, to show that the Australians have -become citizens of no mean city in coming to Horseferry Road, -Westminster. - -Besides this _war work_, the Westminster College has done a great deal -for Britain in sending one of its old tutors, Dr. Lowry, to the Munition -Board. He is a great chemist, and the author of some of the surprise -packets which have been sent to Fritz in the shape of new explosives. - -In peace, as well as war, the college, which was founded over seventy -years ago at Horseferry Road, has gained honourable distinction. Hedley -Fitton, the famous etcher, was one of its old pupils. Sir James Yoxall, -author and M.P., is another old student. James Smetham, the famous -artist and letter-writer, was a tutor here. John Scott, grandfather of -the Rev. Dr. Scott Lidgett, was the first Principal, and was followed by -Dr. Rigg, the great educational expert and writer on Methodism and -Anglican theology. Besides that, it is linked to Australia by the fact -that some of its old pupils have gone to occupy honourable positions as -teachers and in some cases ministers in the Commonwealth. - -At least one of our great Australian schoolmasters, Mr. F. Chapple, -M.A., B.Sc., Principal of the largest boys' college in Australia, Prince -Alfred College, Adelaide, was a student and a member of the staff here. - -One of the strange things that war does is to bring back in khaki men -from Australia, on business to the A.I.F. Head Quarters to find that it -is their own old college. Men from Westminster Training College are -fighting in France, Palestine, Mesopotamia, on the Salonica front, and -some of them are in naval work; and while this famous Alma Mater sends -out her own sons to the frontiers of the Empire, she opens wide her -hospitable portals to receive the brawny pioneers of New Lands away -'down under.' Thus men from back-block townships in Australia are -brought into a sort of fellowship of service with the English trainers -of the old Horseferry Road Training College. - -Our men will think kindly, too, of Horseferry Road, because the War -Chest Club, just opposite the Head Quarters, was so often their home. -Here, under the hostess, Mrs. Samuel, a capable group of lady workers -have dispensed thousands of hot meals to sore-footed and war-weary -Australians on leave from France. Then there was the quiet refuge of the -Y.M.C.A. Hostel on the other side of the road, in the Wesleyan Central -Hall, where, under the lady superintendent, Mrs. Workman, and her -voluntary assistants, similar good work was done. - -To Horseferry Road the Australian came gladly, leaving it regretfully -for war again; and when the war is over it will be a kindly memory. In -close proximity to Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament, where -so many bonds of Empire are forged, the old Westminster Training College -will continue to do its useful part in Empire building. - - - - - * * * * * - - _Printed by Jarrold & Sons, Ltd., Norwich, England._ - - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - - Transcriber’s Note: - - ● Where hyphenation occurs on a line break, the decision to - retain or remove is based on occurrences elsewhere in the - text. - ● The errors deemed most likely to be the printer’s have - been corrected, and are noted here. - ● The numbers are references are to the page and line in the - original book. - ● Errors in punctuation and quotes have been silently - restored. - - - Reference correction original text - 22.26 tin-hat I pull my tin hat firmly down - 32.6 field-guns a battery of field guns - 33.18 depot bombs for some dépot - 37.16 gunfire demolished by gun-fire - 77.5 Zeppelins Bomb their Zeppelyns, - 81.20 process world in prosess of reconstruction - 83.8 Bazaars Bazars of the Monsky - 86.3 battleships battle-ships of a mighty - 86.10 Minnewaska the Minniwaska is something - 99.16 by the by Austrian Emperor - 116.1 chaplain at Étaples, a chaplaín said - - - ------------------------------------------------------------------------- - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NEWS FROM NO MAN'S LAND *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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