A piece of difficult
trench work was allotted to the men,
to be finished in one night. "Each was given the limit,
that he was
supposed to be able to complete in the time.
It happened that Rif Baer was ill, and, after
working a while,
his strength gave out. Alan completed his own job and R. B.'s also,
and although he was quite exhausted by the extra labour,
his eyes glowed with happiness, and he said he had never done
anything in his life that gave him such entire
satisfaction."
Summing up the results of the battle, Alan wrote (still in the same letter,
October 25): "It was a
satisfaction at least to get out of the
trenches,
to meet the enemy face to face and to see German arrogance
turned into suppliance. We knew many splendid moments,
worth having endured many trials for. But in our larger aim,
of
piercing their line, of breaking the long deadlock,
of entering Vouziers in
triumph, of course we failed." Then he proceeds:
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This affair only deepened my
admiration for, my
loyalty to, the French.
If we did not entirely succeed, it was not the fault of the French soldier.
He is a better man, man for man, than the German. Anyone who had seen
the
charge of the Marsouins at Souain would
acknowledge it.
Never was anything more
magnificent. I remember a captain,
badly wounded in the leg, as he passed us, borne back on a litter
by four German prisoners. He asked us what
regiment we were,
and when we told him, he cried "Vive la Legion," and kept repeating
"Nous les avons en. Nous les avons en." He was
suffering, but,
oblivious of his wound, was still fired with the
enthusiasm of the
assaultand all
radiant with
victory. What a
contrast with the German wounded
on whose faces was nothing but
terror and
despair. What is the stimulus
in their slogans of "Gott mit uns" and "Fuer Koenig und Vaterland"
beside that of men really fighting in defense of their country?
Whatever be the force in
international conflicts of having justice
and all the principles of personal
morality on one's side, it at least
gives the French soldier a strength that's like the strength of ten
against an
adversary whose
weapon is only brute violence.
It is inconceivable that a Frenchman, forced to yield,
could
behave as I saw German prisoners
behave, trembling, on their knees,
for all the world like criminals at length overpowered and brought to justice.
Such men have to be
driven to the
assault, or intoxicated.
But the Frenchman who goes up is possessed with a
passionbeside which any of the other forms of experience that are reckoned
to make life worth while seem pale in comparison.
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A report appeared in the American newspapers that he had been killed
in the battle of Champagne. On
learning of it, he wrote to his mother:
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I am `navre' to think of your having suffered so.
I should have arranged to cable after the attack, had I known
that any such
absurd rumours had been started. Here one has
a
wholesome notion of the unimportance of the individual.
It needs an effort of
imagination to
conceive of its making
any particular difference to anyone or anything if one goes under.
So many better men have gone, and yet the world rolls on just the same.
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After Champagne, his
regiment passed to the rear and did not return
to the front until May 1916. On February 1st he writes: "I am in hospital
for the first time, not for a wound,
unfortunately, but for sickness."
Hitherto his health, since he joined the army, had been superb.
As a youth he had never been
robust; but the soldier's life
suited him to
perfection, and all remnants of any
mischief left behind
by the
illness of his
childhood seemed to have vanished.
It was now a sharp attack of bronchitis that sent him to hospital.
On his
recovery he obtained two months `conge de convalescence',
part of which he spent at Biarritz and part in Paris. About this time,
much to his
satisfaction, he once more came into the possession
of "Juvenilia". On April 13th he wrote to his mother:
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