Not everyone was so sanguine though, it seemed. At the main camp at Etaples the soldiers had grown silent as they saw line after line of rough wooden coffins being moved up from the depot. Someone was
china gay male hedging his bets. Phillip had long ceased to ponder the workings of the kind of mind that could allow the furnishing of such a reminder of one’s own mortality to men who were just about to go into the line. The men seemed inured to it after a time and it wasn’t long before macabre
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“’ere, Jack, one of them ‘ad
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“Yeah, well, they got a biscuit tin for you, you fuckin’ little runt.”
“They ain’t got one big enough to fit Geordie’s gut in.”
“They will once ‘e’s spilled ‘em!”
“Oh, right fuckin’ cheerful you are, Spud.”
Phillip hid a smile. The Tommies were in good heart. He was filled with admiration for these men, the last of the old, pre-war, Regular Army. Their ranks had been filled out now by Territorials and the arrival of the Foreign Service battalions that had been stationed overseas. He recalled the grim retreat from Mons the year before. The anger and bitterness of the men at having to move back. He remembered the frantic fighting at Le Cateau, where they had stood and checked the German advance in defiance of orders. That defiance had ultimately cost
china gay male Smith-Dorien his job. Philip and his brother officers had been angered and saddened by that. They all considered Sir Horace Smith-Dorien the best General in the Army.
Back, now, in the assault trenches, the first pre-battle nervousness had begun to tighten Phillip’s
china gay male guts. He knew he’d be all right once it once started. The waiting was a torture, though. There were only so many letters home one could write, only so many times one could check equipment or study the trench maps. He went through the Orders Group notes he
china gay male had taken at battalion HQ that morning. He checked his watch; the bombardment was due to commence in a few minutes’ time.
A voice was counting down to the start of the bombardment
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“Fifteen seconds…”
“For what they are about to receive…”
“…I ‘opes the fuckers is truly grateful!”
The air seemed to explode around them as the first massed salvo was hurled from the guns. They heard the passage of the projectiles overhead, a rasping, ripping sound that culminated
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