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"Division got news that the Boche was putting in two fresh divisions, and intended to attack by moonlight," he added, "and they thought our guns were too close up to be safe; so the brigade-major hurried down and told the batteries to move back at once. We turn south-west from Ugny and make for Commenchon, and come into action there as soon as we get further news from Division.
I have sent out orders to all the batteries, and they are marching to Commenchon independently." It was a radiant night. The moon rode high in a star-spangled sky; there was a glow and a sense of beauty in the air a beauty that exalted soul and mind, and turned one's thoughts to music and loveliness and home.
His brigadier had arrived at Commenchon at 4 A.M., and was lying down in the white house at the corner. "The Boche gave us no rest at all last night," he went on. "He'd got two fresh divisions opposite us, and shoved up thousands of men after ten o'clock. We killed hundreds of 'em, but there was no stopping them. And aren't they hot with the machine-gun?
My groom told me that the colonel had had a very narrow escape as he passed through Commenchon. A shell dropped thirty yards from him, and a splinter had wounded his mare. 8.30 A.M.: The eternal machine-guns were spluttering devilishly in the wood opposite.
The colonel's mare was fresh and ready to shy at heaps of stones and puddles. "She's got plenty of spirit still," said the colonel, "but she's not the mare she was before the hit in the neck at Commenchon. However, I know her limitations, and she's all right providing I spare her going uphill."
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