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The telephonist repeated the message, listened a moment and commenced, 'The Major says, sir when his officer interrupted sharply, 'Three rounds gun-fire quick. 'Three rounds gun-fire quick, sir, bellowed the telephonist into his mouthpiece. 'Here they come, lads. Let 'em have it, yelled the Platoon commander, and commenced himself to fire through a loophole.
Then he told the telephonist on duty to get him each battery in turn; and the Brigade was soon a stage nearer in its preparations for supporting the Infantry brigade selected to make the attack. Ten minutes later the brigade-major again rang up to say that the how. battery was required to fire smoke-shells on certain points. Before the fight began the colonel made a tour of the batteries.
"I'm going to keep an officer at B Battery's rear O.P. until the last moment, and the line must run from him to here and thence over the canal to the batteries in their new positions. You quite understand? Leave me one telephonist. We'll have dinner and get the kit and the mess cart back to the waggon lines; and you'd better get your line out immediately after dinner."
'In George's last letter he told me he had to go with a message across a bit of ground that was being shelled. He went with a telephonist. He crossed first. The other man was to wait and follow him after an interval. George got across, then the man with the telephone wire started, and was shot just as he reached George. He fell into George's arms and died.
"Do you think there's any chance of them pushing in the line and rushing this house?" he asked. The telephonist didn't know. "Well," said the man and lay down again. "It's none o' my dashed business if they do anyway. I only hope we're tipped the wink in time to shunt out o' here; I've no particular fancy for sitting in a cellar with the Boche cock-shying their bombs down the steps at me."
Three, Four, Five, Six fired, sir, called the telephonist, and as he spoke there came the shrieks of the shells, and the white puffs of the bursts low down and between the prone British line and the advancing Germans. 'Number Three, one-oh minutes more left! shouted the Forward Officer. 'Number Five, add twenty-five repeat.
One's so helpless against them, sticking here waiting to know where the next will drop. And they don't even give a fellow the ordinary four to one chance of a casualty being a wound only. They make such a cruel messy smash of a fellow. . . . Are you going? 'Must find that break in my wire, said the gunner, and presently he and the telephonist ploughed off along the trench.
Wherever the sweep of the kiltie went, there was going to be something doing. Daylight. "Stand to the battery! Targets, front-line trenches!" We opened up for thirty minutes; our telephonist reported there was such a smoke from the barrage that they could not see the infantry, but the woods were on fire.
Leaving four men and the telephonist with the guns that night, we went to Anges, half a mile from the gun position, to our billets; this was an old French château, and comfortable beyond expression. As the foes of our anatomies had again attacked in mass formation, this time we were annoyed to a degree. Procuring creolin, we rubbed it on our bodies pure; it should have been adulterated.
The most persistent of the last was Egypt, based in the first instance on a telephone conversation between a Corps and Divisional Signaller, overhead by a telephonist at Brigade, in which the Corps Signaller told his friend that he had seen a paper in one of the offices which said that we were to go to Egypt. On the other hand, Lieut.
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