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I am releasing a chapter a day of a story I wrote as a tribute to a WWI digger, for background click here. For the previous chapter click here.
Jacko arrived in France. Behind the front lines. They were over the border in Belgium. Men of the 2nd reinforcement were placed in their billets. Jacko made sure he stayed close to Mick. They would have a brief rest before heading to the front for the first time.
Currently they were in the relief line, soon they would move to the reserve line and then onto the front line. The intention was to spend a week in each section in reality that was unlikely.
Although technically not at the front, they were not out of the reach of German artillery. All had to be wary in case of a barrage of fire. There were scars everywhere and many buildings had been razed. Amazingly in this small village so destroyed by the war locals remained. They lived amongst the soldiers and helped them where possible. This included providing food. The men liked this as it was much better than bully beef and army rations.
The landscape was horrific nothing natural was left. Only mud. Trees, flowers, grass, crops were completely gone. Replaced by shell holes, debris and the occasional corpse of a horse or worse.
The train ride to this area had not been enjoyable, locked in carriages with no windows and crowded. Jacko had stayed near Mick but remained in complete silence for the entire journey.
Some men chatted or sang, many tried to sleep. Jacko just sat and endured the ordeal. The train crawled along as the track integrity could not be guaranteed. Gunners were stationed on the train in case of enemy aircraft attack, thankfully none was forthcoming.
Leaving the train, the men had a short march to the relief line.
Jacko recognised many faces. Men from the first deployment of the battalion. Men from the recruitment march who had been so feted upon their departure. The bumpkins that were so full of bravado that had been loud and quarrelsome. The men who had ruined his pub and town. These men no longer had the same demeanour. They appeared tired. They had expressionless faces and their eyes were missing the life they once contained. These men had arrived at the front only a couple months prior but, already the war appeared to be sucking the life out of them.
The new arrivals assessed their surrounds, those who upon leaving England that had been loud and cocky had subsided. The arrival of a cargo of coffins passed nearby, reinforced the seriousness of the situation.
Men begun unloading this cargo. Soon followed a second truck carrying wooden crosses, one man vomited and some gasped. The more experienced men sniggered at the reactions of the newbies.
Mick was quiet, Jacko asked how he was to only have the reply “Freezing.”
Whilst settling into their billets Jacko noticed two men chuckling and making notes. The men wore ANZAC shoulder patches meaning they were Gallipoli veterans. Jacko would later find out the experienced men of the front ran a book on the newbies. Who would shit themselves first when they got to the front. This was in many ways sick and perverse but entertainment at the front was thin. Jacko would also find out later that Mick had been the favourite.
Coming up towards evening the men were fed and split into companies. Jacko along with Mick stayed together and were appointed to C Company. They were introduced to their company commander a man by the name of Willis. He told the men to get some rest as it was important to rest when you could out here.
As Jacko and Mick were bunkering down, an enormous roar was heard. Shells began falling all around. This was their first experience of being under fire. It would not take long for the book to be won with one man becoming hysterical and shitting himself. In training he’d had one of the loudest mouths full of grand proclamations of what he’d do. The German shells knocked that out quickly.
The noise was like nothing Jacko had ever heard. It was horrifying. With each deadly explosion a man knew a little to the left or right and they were done. Jacko faced his mortality on his first night in France, an experience that he would grow accustomed to.
“FUCK!” Someone yelled. Jacko had no idea where from.
“MUM!” Another man wailed. He continued screaming hysterically.
“Shut that bastard up!” Willis cried. Two men grabbed him and held him down.
BOOM!
“Shit, that was close Jacko.” Mick tried looking him in the eye.
BOOM!
Dust fell on Jacko’s face. He tried to curl up tighter, his hands tight on his head. His brain felt like it was trying to get out of his head to escape the din.
BOOM!
More dust. Another man begun to scream.
“ALL YOU BASTARDS SHUT UP!” Willis screamed.
“GET DOWN AND KEEP QUIET!” He followed up with.
BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Finally, after what seemed an eternity the deadly rain ceased. And the noise was replaced with an eerie silence.
“That’s the Germans sayin ‘ello boys.” Willis spoke quietly.
“You new lads got a bit to learn. That ain’t half of what ol’ Fritz got in store.”
“They won’t bother us again tonight so get some sleep.” Willis concluded.
Mick looked at Jacko “You right mate?”
“Yep, you?”
“Yeah all good.”
A restless night ensued, tomorrow evening under the cover of darkness the battalion would move further forward. Some returning some for the first time.
Morning came and the men were called to stand to. Prior to moving up the line under darkness. Work details were set to clear the damage from the overnight shelling. No men had been killed but there was a large amount of debris that needed clearing. The coffins had taken a direct hit and now lay scattered everywhere. The men tasked with cleaning up the coffin mess were not happy.
Whilst clearing the road Jacko saw Dick. He was weathered, his face grey and he had aged since Jacko last saw him which wasn’t that long ago.
“Dick!”
“Jacko.” Dick walked up to him.
“How’s it been out here?” Jacko asked not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
“There’s a few things they didn’t say in the recruitment pitch.” Dick still had a similar manner and sense of humour.
“Where’s Tiny?”
“Dead.” Dick paused and looked down.
“Shit. Hope it was quick. Did he see it coming?”
“Given he did it himself, yeah.”
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