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Updated: June 29, 2025
For some strange reason Cassel itself was never bombed. "We are a nest of spies," said some of the inhabitants, but others had faith in a miraculous statue, and still others in Sir Herbert Plumer. Once when a big shell burst very close I looked at Mademoiselle Suzanne behind the desk. She did not show fear by the flicker of an eyelid, though officers in the room were startled.
"Yer've got some bleed'n' 'opes do anythink, 'e would. Didn't yer see it in the papers? 'E bombed a French C.C.S. at Verd'n an' knocked out umpteen wounded." "I bet that's all bloody lies yer can't believe nothin' what's in the papers." "Can't yer! If yer don't it's because yer don't want ter. I believe yer a bleed'n' Fritz yerself, always stickin' up fer the bastard.
Dug-outs were bombed, emplacements destroyed, and a respectable bag of captives brought over. But the element of surprise, upon which so much insistence was laid above, was visited upon both attackers and attacked. To the former the contribution came from that well-meaning but somewhat addlepated warrior, Private Nigg, who formed one of the raiding party.
With her, Tam invariably ended his romances at the point where they could only be continued by the relation of his own prowess, "and I'm glad you brought him down it makes me shudder to see the balloons burning. Oh, and do you know they bombed Number One-Three-One last night?" "Ye don't say!" There was amazement in his look, but there was pain, too.
One officer, Raymond, I think, said in a careless manner: "Guynemer's fate will be ours, of course." Somebody protested: "The country needs men like you." To which Deullin answered: "Why does it? There will be others after us, and the life we lead...." But Captain d'Harcourt broke in gaily: "Come on; dinner's ready and with this bright moon and clear sky we are sure to get bombed."
They bombed and strafed the little farm-towns and villages. They scattered radioactives that killed as many as the bombing. And after they had gone away, this other ship came." "The Damnthing? She bore the head of a beast with three very big horns?" "That's the one. They did a little damage, at first. When the captain found out what had happened to us, he left some food and medicines for us."
Rome is a bit somber, but London is as black as the inside of your hat. For London has been bombed and bombed by the German airmen, until London in the prevailing mist which threatens fog becomes mere murk.
One day the German aeroplanes came over, and next night they came again and bombed our hospital. Oh, it was awful worse than the front lines. They dropped six bombs, killed a doctor, wounded some nurses, and killed and wounded many of the boys. I lay in bed hanging onto the pillows and listened to the crash of the bombs, and the screams of the wounded. I hope I will never hear the like again.
You would have laughed to see the jewellers showing hams in their windows instead of diamonds and pearls and gold purses, and the piles of preserved meat and fruit tins at the perfumers! The confectioners ordered stores of sugar and the wine merchants restocked their cellars. Then things began to happen. Houses were bombed, and people hustled out in a hurry. You have seen some of those houses!
They don't entirely see it. Once outside of a poor French village near the war zone, that had been bombed from the German lines, bombed from the German airships and ravaged by fire and sword, some American soldiers, looking at the desolation and the ruin of the place, so grotesque in its gaping death, so hopeless in its pitiful finality, painted on a large white board, and nailed on a sign post just at the edge of the town this slogan: "Watch Commercy Grow!
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