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Updated: May 22, 2025
Tarzan recognized Numa as he whom he had muzzled with the hide of Horta, the boar as he whom he handled by a rope for two days and finally loosed in a German front-line trench, and he knew that Numa would recognize him that he would remember the sharp spear that had goaded him into submission and obedience and Tarzan hoped that the lesson he had learned still remained with the lion.
Others are doomed to remain in the trenches for the rest of their lives not the trenches of the front-line where they've been strafed by the Hun, but the trenches of physical curtailment where self-pity will launch wave after wave of attack against them. It won't be easy not to get the "wind up." It'll be difficult to maintain normal cheerfulness.
Captain Thom was leaning up against the wall of the front-line trench, smoking a cigarette, with his steel hat on the back of his head a handsome, laughing figure. He did not look like a man who had just been buried and dug out again. "It was a narrow shave," he said. "A beastly shell covered me with a ton of earth... Have a cigarette, won't you?" We gossiped as though in St. James's Street.
Prisoners of the 351st Regiment, which lost thirteen hundred men in fifteen days, told of officers who had refused to take their men up to the front-line, and of whole companies who had declined to move when ordered to do so. An officer of the 74th Landwehr Regiment is said by prisoners to have told his men during our preliminary bombardment to surrender as soon as we attacked.
The French infantry, advancing with masses of black troops in the Colonial Corps in the front-line of assault, all exultant and inspired by a belief in victory, swept through the forward zone of the German defenses, astonished, and then disconcerted by the scarcity of Germans, until an annihilating barrage fire dropped upon them and smashed their human waves.
Officially the order was obeyed by a front-line fire of musketry, as well as by the staunch artillery, which again gave its infantry the comfort of the guns. But that was all. Thus ended the battle of Cold Harbor, the last pitched battle on Virginian soil. Grant reported it in three short sentences; and afterwards referred to it in these other three.
He is essentially a front-line man and always takes the greatest satisfaction in being in the place of most danger. The following is a brief excerpt from his diary when he manned the dugout hut in Coullemelle: May 12 "Arrived in Coullemelle Sunday night, May 12. Was busy with my work by mid-day, Monday, 13.
"I was in a front-line trench with my 'outfit, down near Amiens," he said. "We were having a pretty warm scrap. I was firing a machine-gun so fast that it was red-hot. I was afraid it would melt down, and I would be up against it.
The last unsuccessful attack was launched a week before the capitulation of the garrison, and it was almost a year later before the position was eventually taken. The front-line trenches were but a short distance apart, and each side had developed a strong and elaborate system of defense. One flank was protected by an impassable marsh and the other by the river.
They had been fairly taken in by the "old man's" leg-pulling... No, it was clear they did not find any real joy in the line. They would not choose a front-line trench as the most desirable place of residence. They were all volunteers, having been rejected by the ordinary recruiting-officer on account of their diminutive stature, which was on an average five feet high, descending to four feet six.
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