The Secrets of a Kuttite Part 7
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It is on the knees of the G.o.ds, and I for one hope it comes off. In fact we all do. An impression has stolen upon us that if we don't help ourselves we shall stay here altogether.
_2 p.m._--There is heavy firing downstream. Fritz has just flown by to see what's doing. The G.O.C.'s intention, according to rumour, is to consign matters to final issue, and to force a great battle, provided the show downstream goes decently well.
I am glad the horses have not been in their harness all day.
Four teams have had to be lent to the batteries as theirs have been eaten more largely than ours.
Now I'm off to have another look round my show and then on to the observation post.
_6 p.m._--There has been nothing to report except a decided Turkish movement downstream from the right bank. It has been a beautiful day with plenty of cloud.
Downstream the firing, which had lulled this afternoon, is increasing. I have been on the _maidan_ near the pine woods watching distant bursts.
_February 22nd._--There has been another hitch downstream.
The Turkish position blocking the relief advance is evidently much stronger than was antic.i.p.ated. This we hear in the form of a rumour that there was insufficient artillery preparation of the position before the infantry got in. Also a lot of difficulty and uncertainty has arisen over some of the native troops. Two or three times to-day the heavy bombardment downstream has suddenly ceased, a phenomenon pregnant with meaning in war, for it means that the infantry has advanced to the last stage and awaits the cessation of gun-fire to spring up and rush the position. But as often as it ceased, it recommenced an hour later and continued until the next break.
As yesterday, we are all ready and awaiting the order for immediate debouch. I am "booted and spurred" and feeling very important. The Turks are reinforcing heavily on the other bank, the sly dogs, as appears from the movement in their trenches. Our little affair is supposed to be awfully secret, but there is no doubt that Arabs scuttle away across the river or swim it and keep their religious pals in the know.
_February 23rd._--Last night at 11.30 p.m., as a counter demonstration, there was a night attack on Woolpress Post, our village over the river. This induced an attack from the enemy facing our 16th Brigade. The town was alive with bullets that cracked incessantly on the _mutti_ walls of the town.
Through the deserted streets I ran to the observation station, river front, in case the field-guns were required to go into action.
For forty yards I had to run the gauntlet from the street end to the door. There was not an inch of cover and the bullets were splas.h.i.+ng on the road and into the buildings on my left.
The fire was swis.h.i.+ng as thick as water from a powerful fire hose. Goodness knows how I got through. I pa.s.sed several poor wretches on stretchers and ran up the ladder.
On the first floor bullets were viciously cutting through the _tatti_ and interstices, and some plopped into sandbags, and the air seemed full of that tiny buzzing music as from some lightning-winged bee.
When I returned I found that some men and several horses had been hit, and in my room one bullet had ricochetted across the bed and three others had entered by the doorway and gone out by the window. Anyway it is more pleasant up here, and the bed zone is safe enough, so I'm going to risk it. And I must dress on the far side of the room. I am sure, after the awful air in that wretched dug-out, with swamp water oozing through it, that most people would risk something for this comparatively delightful air.
_February 24th._--We are to remain in a state of diminis.h.i.+ng expectancy and increasing disappointment. We acknowledge the colossal difficulties that beset our friends downstream, nor do we forget one division there has been previously decimated in France, and has many recruits. The fighting is against the pick of Turkish troops entrenched behind seas of mud.
The Mussulman soldiers here will not eat horseflesh.
Among their excuses is one that the signature from India of their High Priest's permission to eat it is not authentic. It came by wireless!
Generally speaking, the native soldier for first-rate work in the field is only third cla.s.s if he has no _khana_ (food).
_February 25th._--The show downstream has been postponed.
More reinforcements are necessary. History repeats itself, and we are down to three slices of bread a day. It is a lovely morning. Some gunners and Fritz, R.A.M.C., were around to dinner last night bringing their own bread, as is the correct order of things in Kut. We had an excellent roast of horse. For sweets we had rice and date juice, and instead of savoury, "post mortems" on Ctesiphon.
Our friend, Tudway, R.N., has been awarded the Military Cross for Essin services. This we celebrated.
_February 26th._--Much firing downstream. Last night I dreamed that Alphonse (Townshend) was communicating with Aylmer by megaphone, all Kut excepting I being asleep. And this is what happened--
"There, Aylmer?"
"Of course."
"Why didn't you attack on the 22nd? What happened?"
"Sweet d.a.m.n all. Didn't even get a look in!"
"Then why on earth didn't you? You've had your reinforcements and sufficient time."
"'Tis not in the nature of mortals to command success.
We've done better, Townshend--we've deserved it!"
"Rot! There's a screw loose somewhere. At Essin I turned him out of a much stronger position than he's got now, and with one-fourth of your force. Do you suppose we like being here or can hold out indefinitely?"
"Don't gibe! Do you know you're certain for a peerage--Townshend of Ctesiphon, I hear--nice alliteration too."
"No, really? Well, old chap, get through when you can.
Some old time! We're eating door-mats and dubbin [Liar]!
My pigeon though."
"Oh, I say! Last night I thought of suggesting we risked a plane landing in Kut for you and bringing you away so that you could have had the honour of relieving Kut."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Well, I thought what a G.o.dless a.s.s you would look if you didn't succeed. Nothing seems certain except these floods!"
"Do you really think there is any chance of your getting through?"
"Not in the least! Even Lloyds wouldn't look at it.
But the Bishop of London says you are making a glorious page in British history!"
"Page, sir, be d.a.m.ned! We've finished two volumes long ago. Is there anything else?"
"Yes! The people in all the churches at home are praying for you."
Loud laughter sounded through both megaphones, and I bethought me of the queer temperament of our race--and awoke.
_10 p.m._--c.o.c.kie has retired to bed. I am alone with the "dim glim." The Turkish aeroplane has left us unmolested to-day, and for a change one of our own machines from below flew past us and bombed the Turkish main camp. It also dropped some money for the troops and letters for the General, as it has several times previously. There has been a considerable increase in the scurvy cases lately among the native troops. Of course all the drivers in the ammunition column are native troops. I had a scurvy inspection to-day, and the regimental surgeon picked out the grubby ones. It is due to total lack of vegetables. This is what we must chiefly guard against--disease.
Anthrax also has broken out in a few isolated cases and the orders are for livers of all animals to be buried.
I am much more comfortable here, as we have a long table and chairs and two or three stock books, "Monte Cristo" and Longfellow. That simple poet's lines in "Sand of the Desert in an Hour Gla.s.s" seem to have added to themselves additional appeal since the siege.
"Or caravans that from Ba.s.sorah's gate With Westward steps depart; Or Mecca's pilgrims confident of Fate, And resolute in heart!"
That is the old Basra downstream: I must, if possible, visit the ruins of Babylon some sixty odd miles from here and forty directly west of Azizie. Also I would like to see Istamboul as they call it: and if Aylmer doesn't hurry up I possibly shall.
_February 28th._--Alarming reports are to hand that the river is rising. It is already three feet higher than it was two days ago. The Shat-el-hai now has changed from a water-course to a broad deep river that _mahelas_ can navigate quite easily. It is worthy of mention how very close the _mahela_ resembles one's nursery pictures of the Ark and possibly most correctly so, for with its great beams and high bow and stern it has remained unchanged for thousands of years. This land, we are told, is G.o.d-forsaken. Animals there are none, beside the goat, sheep, camels, donkeys, jackals, and river buffaloes. A few herds of the latter used to bask downstream near Kut. Now they too have deserted us.
It is reported that the Russian General Baratoff has taken Kermanshah on the road to Baghdad. We are all anxiously hoping he may get through.
A large sweepstake on the date of the relief has been started for all European troops. Relief is defined as the time when our first boat pa.s.ses the Fort. The contingency of our having ultimately to surrender is not included. For who could entertain that possibility except in the extremest banter?
A Reuter tells us of a big German shove at Verdun. What an awful slaughter yard that will be! The news has become most unsatisfactorily fragmentary. We hear that something or other is about to take place; then subsequently the wireless is blocked and we never know whether it happened or not.
There is much anxiety in the town about the floods that must soon come, and the river's level is the all-absorbing topic.
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