Over the Top With the Third Australian Division eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 68 pages of information about Over the Top With the Third Australian Division.

Over the Top With the Third Australian Division eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 68 pages of information about Over the Top With the Third Australian Division.

[Illustration:  With the aid of electric torches ... we descended to the cellar.]

The enemy generally commences shelling these places at the close of day, and the men have described these operations as ’The Hun’s evening hate.’  On one occasion a certain village was being strafed.  Several men of a certain battalion were on the road at the time.  They quickly availed themselves of the shelter of a cellar.  The building was hit several times.  Shortly after the bombardment commenced a man leading a mule was observed, coming along the road.  He was invited to take shelter in the cellar.  The invitation was accepted with alacrity.  The mule was tethered to the window-sill, and the man was soon in their midst.  Shells continued to burst overhead and round about.  The newcomer proved to be a blessing.  He soon had the men laughing despite the noise and danger.  When a shell burst in close proximity to the building, he evinced great concern for the safety of his mule.  ’My poor old “donk,"’ he would exclaim; ‘there goes his tail.’  Another burst:  ‘There goes his hind-quarters.’  It seemed impossible for the mule to escape injury or death.  Turning to his companions he declared that he would carry part of that mule back.  If his head were left intact he would gather the harness and wrap it round the head and carry it back to the lines, and if the O.C. transport asked where the ‘donk’ was, he would say, ‘Shot from under me, sir.’  Suddenly the shelling ceased, and they emerged from their shelter.  The mule’s master was the first outside.  He fully expected to see but a blood-stain on the spot where he had left the beast, but to his great surprise and satisfaction he saw the mule serenely nibbling at the grass growing alongside the building.  The old ‘donk’ had not sustained an injury.  To say that he was proud to lead a whole mule back to his quarters instead of having to carry only its head, is an altogether inadequate way of describing his actual feelings.

[Illustration:  ‘Did you hear that one, Bill?’]

‘Did you hear that one, Bill?’ asked one man of another who had come along the shell-swept road rather hurriedly.

‘Yes,’ replied the nearly exhausted man, ’I heard it twice; once when it passed me, and again when I passed it.’

MESSINES

JUNE 7, 1917

    A shell-struck souvenir of hellish war,
      A monument of man’s stupendous hate! 
    Can this have been a Paradise before,
      Now up-blown, blasted, drear and desolate? 
    Aye, once with smiling and contented face
    She reigned a queen above a charming place.

    But soon the sport of leaders and of kings
      Transformed her to a resting-place for guns,
    Rude scars across her breasts the worker flings,
      To shelter countless hordes of hell-born Huns,
    The while, upon the next opposing crest,
    Our men died gamely as they did their best.

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