The Glory of the Coming
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Cobb Irvin Shrewsbury. The Glory of the Coming
CHAPTER I. WHEN THE SEA-ASP STINGS
CHAPTER II. “ALL AMURIKIN – OUT TO THEM WIRES”
CHAPTER III. HELL’S FIRE FOR THE HUNS
CHAPTER IV. ON THE THRESHOLD OF BATTLE
CHAPTER V. SETTING A TRAP FOR OPPORTUNITY
CHAPTER VI. THROUGH THE BATTLE’S FRONT DOOR
CHAPTER VII. AT THE FRONT OF THE FRONT
CHAPTER VIII. A BRIDGE AND AN AUTOMOBILE TIRE
CHAPTER IX. ACES UP!
CHAPTER X. HAPPY LANDINGS
CHAPTER XI. TRENCH ESSENCE
CHAPTER XII. BEING BOMBED AND RE-BOMBED
CHAPTER XIII. LONDON UNDER RAID-PUNISHMENT
CHAPTER XIV. THE DAY OF BIG BERTHA
CHAPTER XV. WANTED: A FOOL-PROOF WAR
CHAPTER XVI. CONDUCTING WAR BY DELEGATION
CHAPTER XVII. YOUNG BLACK JOE
CHAPTER XVIII. “LET’S GO!”
CHAPTER XIX. WAR AS IT ISN’T
CHAPTER XX. THE CALL OF THE CUCKOO
CHAPTER XXI. PARADOXES BEHIND THE LINES
CHAPTER XXII. THE TAIL OF THE SNAKE
CHAPTER XXIII. BRICKS WITHOUT STRAW
CHAPTER XXIV. FROM MY OVERSEAS NOTE-BOOK
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HE was curled up in a moist-mud cozy corner. His curved back fitted into a depression in the clay. His feet rested comfortably in an ankle-deep solution, very puttylike in its consistency, and compounded of the rains of heaven and the alluvials of France. His face was incredibly dirty, and the same might have been said for his hands. He had big buck teeth and sandy hair and a nice round inquisitive blue eye. His rifle, in good order, was balanced across his hunched knees. One end of a cigarette was pasted fast to his lower lip; the other end spilled tiny sparks down the front of his blouse.
Offhand you would figure his age to be halfpast nineteen. Just round the corner from him a machine gun at intervals spoke in stuttering accents. At more frequent intervals from somewhere up or down the line a rifle whanged where an ambitious amateur Yankee sniper tried for a professional and doubtlessly a bored German sniper across the way; or where the German tried back.
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Anyhow it was not these things that interested us; rather was it the bearing of our men, accustoming themselves to new duties in new surroundings; facing greater responsibilities than any of them perhaps had ever faced before in his days, amid an environment fraught with acute personal peril. And studying them I was prouder than ever of the land that bore them and sundry millions of others like unto them.
We halted at a spot where the trench was broken in somewhat and where the fresh new clods upon the dirt shelf halfway up it were all stained a strange, poisonous green colour. The afternoon before a shell had dropped there, killing one American and wounding four others. It was the fumes of the explosive which had corroded the earth to make it bear so curious a tint. This company then had had its first fatality under fire; its men had undergone the shock of seeing one of their comrades converted into a mangled fragment of a man, but they bore themselves as though they had been veterans.
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