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Updated: June 2, 2025
Directly to the rear was the cut through which the company had come from the main pass road, and beyond that the Galland house, which was to be the second stand. "Can you see them from up here?" chirped a voice in a jubilant, cackling laugh that drew Dellarme's attention to his immediate surroundings, and he saw Grandfather Fragini coming up to join him on the crest.
In a silence like that before the word to fire in a duel, all orders were heard and the more readily obeyed because Dellarme's foresight had impressed their sense upon the men in his quiet way. The sand-bags by the tree were blown up by the Grays.
A battery of heavy guns of the Grays broke their flashes from a knoll this side of the one where Dellarme's men had made their first stand. At the foot of the garden, where yesterday she had distributed flowers to the wounded Browns, a regiment of Gray infantry was marching past a train of siege-guns. All the figures moving on the landscape, which yesterday had been brown, had changed to gray.
Yes, he was right next me in the line." "Say, did you notice Dellarme's smile? It was wonderful." "And old Bert Stransky! I heard him whistling the wedding march as he fired." "Miss, I'll keep this flower forever!" "They say Billy Lister will live his cheek was shot away!" "Once we got going I didn't mind. It seemed as if I'd been fighting for years!" "Hole no bigger than a lead-pencil.
She heard the roar of artillery not far distant and followed their gaze toward the knoll where Dellarme's men had received their baptism of fire, now under a canopy of shrapnel smoke. "That's about their last stand in the tangent, their last snarl on our soil," remarked the brigade commander. "And we're raining shells on it!" said his aide.
"I ain't going to and you're a traitor, anyway; that's what you are!" "No back talk! No politics in this!" Stransky replied. "Get up! You carry your skin and I'll carry your bones. Get up quick!" With Dellarme's authoritative assistance grandfather mounted. Then Dellarme put Stransky's pack on his own back. "Let me carry your rifle, too," he said to Stransky as they started.
Pilzer, the butcher's son, wanted to kill for the sheer joy and revenge of killing. He rejoiced in the dead and the blood spots that, as clearly as the trench itself, marked the line that Dellarme's men had occupied along the crest of the knoll.
One company after another left the road at a given point, bound for the position mapped in its instructions Dellarme's, however, went on until it was opposite the Galland house. "We are depending on you," the colonel said to Dellarme, giving his hand a grip. "You are not to draw off till you get the flag." "No, sir," Dellarme replied.
The indefatigable captain of engineers had turned spectator. With high-power binoculars glued to his eyes, he was watching to see if the faint brown line of Dellarme's men were going to hold or break. If it held, he might have hours in which to complete his task; if it broke, he had only minutes.
The Gray batteries have ceased firing; certain gunners' ears burn under the words of inquiry as to the cause of the mistake from an artillery commander. Dellarme's men are hugging the earth too close to cheer. A desire to spring up and yell may be in their hearts, but they know the danger of showing a single unnecessary inch of their craniums above the sky-line.
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