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Updated: June 20, 2025
Our guns, which will never fire any more, sit in a neat row, "dressed by the right," along the garden path outside the Villa, their noses pointing across a grass lawn. Their names, which are the Battery's Italian history, are painted on their muzzles and their trails in large white letters, picked out with red upon a dark green ground: Carso, Piave, Altipiano and Trentino. Trentino is my gun.
To "camouflet" became a new English verb British planes tested out a battery's visibility from the air. Landscape painters were called in to assist in the deceit. One was set to "camouflet" the automobile van for the pigeons which, carried in baskets on the men's backs in charges, were released as another means of sending word of the progress of an attack obscured in the shell-smoke.
The good doctor, to whose unwearied care and kindness I owe much, had cut it open and inserted a drainage tube; an added charm being given the operation, and the subsequent dressings, by the enthusiasm with which the piums and boroshudas took part therein. I could hardly hobble, and was pretty well laid up. But "there aren't no 'stop, conductor, while a battery's changing ground."
"Every bridge over the canal was blown up by 6.30 this morning," he said; "but, do you know that D Battery's cook, who had got left behind last night, and seems to have wandered about a good deal, did not come over until nine o'clock this morning? No wonder we retired in comfort." The brigadier had told him more of what had happened to the rd, our companion Divisional Artillery Brigade.
The doctor came back and said that A Battery were all right, but could not get communication with their F.O.O., not even by lamp. The 8-inch shell had made very short work of B Battery's mess. "Poor old Drake," went on the doctor, "he'd got a new pair of cavalry twill breeches, cost him £5, 10s., and he'd never even worn them.
"Further news from Charlie! How was his wound? What! a letter from his own hand with full account of what was this one? not a pitched battle, but ?" "Anyhow a victory!" cried Constance. "You know, Flora, don't you," asked Miranda, "that the battery's ordered away across to Tennessee?" Flora was genuinely surprised. "Yes," put in Constance, "to rejoin Beauregard and Brodnax!"
By a hand-shake with their god I had ground-circuited their wire and got their monster battery's whole charge. He was tall and slender, indeed emaciated. He had a clean cut and conspicuously intellectual face, and a deep and kindly eye.
What made you start when Miranda mentioned Yes, you did. You're excited, you know you are. When we came in from the garden you and Flora were both " "Now, Connie " "Pshaw, Nan, I know he's been here, it's in your face. Who was with him; Charlie?" "Yes. They just dropped in to say good-by. The battery's ordered to Virginia.
So did the round, three hundred yards shorter in range, by which it had been hoped to complete a plus and minus bracketing of the target. After a bold shortening of the range, the subaltern, directing the shooting of A Battery's guns, was about to order a wide deflection to the left, but the colonel stopped him. "Your line is all right," he said.
And I had been greatly cheered by the sudden appearance, mounted on a horse, of Briercliffe, the missing brigade clerk. He explained his absence. When one of the orderlies returned to Grandru, saying he couldn't find B Battery's waggon lines, the admirable Briercliffe had retorted that they must be found, and he went in quest of them himself.
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