Волхв

Chapter 19

           Montague,attheperiscope,cried,’They’reup!’Andthen’TheBochesaredonefor!’Heleaptontotheparapetandwavedtoallofusaroundhimtolookovertheedgeofthetrench.Ahundredyardsaheadalonglineofmentrottedslowlyacrossthescarredearthtowardssomeshatteredtreesandbrokenwalls.Afewisolatedshots.Amanfell.Thenstoodupandranon.Hehadsimplytripped.Themenaboutmebegantoshoutasthelinereachedthefirsthousesandacheercameback.Aredlightsoaredup,andthenweinourturnadvanced.Itwasdifficulttowalk.Andaswewentforward,fearwasdrivenoutbyhorror.Notashotwasfiredatus.Butthegroundbecameincreasinglyhideous.Namelessthings,pink,white,red,mud-bespattered,stillwithragsofgrayorkhaki.Wecrossedourownfronttrenchandtraversedtheno-man’s-land.WhenwecametotheGermantrenchestherewasnothingtosee.Everythinghadbeenburiedorblownoutofthem.Therewehaltedforamoment,lyingdowninthecraters,almostinpeace.Tothenorththefiringwasveryintense.TheCameronianshadbeencaughtonthewire.Intwentyminutestheylosteveryofficerexceptone.Andfour-fifthsoftheirmenwerekilled."Figuresappearedbetweenthewreckedcottagesahead,theirhandshigh.Someofthembeingheldupbyfriends.Theywerethefirstprisoners.Manyofthemwereyellowwithlyddite.Yellowmenoutofthewhitecurtainoflight.Onewalkedstraighttowardsme,lurching,withhisheadtilted,asifinadream,andfellstraightintoadeepcrater.

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