br-r-rum-m

Updated: May 19, 2025

A bird-man might have flown over the neighborhood a dozen times without guessing that they were there. We were hidden in the pines, and only an occasional far-off Br-r-rum-m! from the cannons in the south broke the stillness. Some one had brought up a cask of native claret from Chanak, and the field-marshal's staff were helping to put it into the bank in front of the arbor.

Arthur Ruhl - Antwerp to Gallipoli: A Year of the War on Many Fronts—and Behind Them