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Over The Top

Chapter 10 THE DAY'S WORK

Word Count: 1201    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

outine about the work of the trenches, althou

commences at sundown. Tommy is

his orders, he replies without turning around or taking his eyes from the expanse of dirt in front of him. The remainder of the occupants of his traverse either sit on the fire step, with bayonets fixed, ready for any emergency, or if lucky, and a dugout happens to be in the near vicinity of the traverse, and if the night is quiet, they are permitted to go to same and try and snatch a few winks of sleep. Little sleeping is done; generally the men sit around, smoking fags and seei

ack, with a tin hat for a pillow; and feeling very damp and cold, with "cooties " boring for oil in your arm pits, the air foul from the stench of grimy huma

pment. The "cooties" take advantage of this order and mobilize their forces, and Tommy swears vengean

ds rapid" is passed along the trench. This means that each man must rest his rifle on the top and fire as rapidly as possible five shots aimed toward the German trenches, and then duck (with the emphasis on the "duck"

fire trench one afternoon when orders came up from the rear that he had been granted sev

beside him on the fire step with the good times in store for him. He figured it out that i

r a couple of souvenirs to Fritz, so that he'll miss me when I leave," he stuck his rifle over the top and fired two shots, when "crack" went a bu

rloo Station he was laid to rest in a little ce

ever tell, -- it is not s

d wait for the "rum issue" to materialize. Immediately following the rum, comes breakfas

try to amuse themselves until "tea" appears at about fo

ted by his platoon officer, and has breakfast. At 8.45 he parades (drills) with his company or goes o

ainder of the day, unless he has clicked for a digging or working party, and so it goes

le Tommy is searching his shirt, serious thoughts come to him. Many a time, when performing

nerally ran in

ng one, and so on? While your mind is wandering into the future it is likely to be

ive it up as a bad job and generally saunter over to the nearest estaminet to drown your moody forebodings in a glass of sickening French beer, or to try your luck at the alw

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“Excerpt: ...of the trench. One dead German was lying on his back, with a rifle sticking straight up in the air, the bayonet of which was buried to the hilt in his chest. Across his feet lay a dead English soldier with a bullet hole in his forehead. This Tommy must have been killed just as he ran his bayonet through the German. Rifles and equipment were scattered about, and occasionally a steel helmet could be seen sticking out of the mud. At one point, just in the entrance to a communication trench, was a stretcher. On this stretcher a German was lying with a white bandage around his knee, near to him lay one of the stretcher-bearers, the red cross on his arm covered with mud and his helmet filled with blood and brains. Close by, sitting up against the wall of the trench, with head resting on his chest, was the other stretcher-bearer. He seemed to be alive, the posture was so natural and easy, but when I got closer, I could see a large, jagged hole in, his temple. The three must have been killed by the same shell-burst. The dugouts were all smashed in and knocked about, big square-cut timbers splintered into bits, walls caved in, and entrances choked. Tommy, after taking a trench, learns to his sorrow, that the hardest part of the work is to hold it. In our case this proved to be so. The German artillery and machine guns had us taped (ranged) for fair; it was worth your life to expose yourself an instant. Don't think for a minute that the Germans were the only sufferers, we were clicking casualties so fast that you needed an adding machine to keep track of them. Did you ever see one of the steam shovels at work on the Panama Canal, well, it would look like a hen scratching alongside of a Tommy "digging in" while under fire, you couldn't see daylight through the clouds of dirt from his shovel. After losing three out of six men of our crew, we managed to set up our machine gun. One of the legs of the tripod was resting on the chest of a half-buried body. When...”
1 Chapter 1 FROM MUFTI TO KHAKI2 Chapter 2 BLIGHTY TO REST BILLETS3 Chapter 3 I GO TO CHURCH4 Chapter 4 INTO THE TRENCH 5 Chapter 5 MUD, RATS, AND SHELLS6 Chapter 6 BACK OF THE LINE 7 Chapter 7 RATIONS8 Chapter 8 THE LITTLE WOODEN CROSS9 Chapter 9 SUICIDE ANNEX10 Chapter 10 THE DAY'S WORK 11 Chapter 11 OVER THE TOP12 Chapter 12 BOMBING13 Chapter 13 MY FIRST OFFICIAL BATH14 Chapter 14 PICKS AND SHOVELS15 Chapter 15 LISTENING POST16 Chapter 16 BATTERY D 23817 Chapter 17 OUT IN FRONT18 Chapter 18 STAGED UNDER FIRE19 Chapter 19 ON HIS OWN20 Chapter 20 CHATS WITH FRITZ 21 Chapter 21 ABOUT TURN22 Chapter 22 PUNISHMENTS AND MACHINE-GUN STUNTS23 Chapter 23 GAS ATTACKS AND SPIES24 Chapter 24 THE FIRING SQUAD25 Chapter 25 PREPARING FOR THE BIG PUSH26 Chapter 26 ALL QUIET ( ) ON THE WESTERN FRONT27 Chapter 27 BLIGHTY