Part 7 (1/2)
”Have you got any ammunition, sergeant?”
”Yes, sir. About thirty belts.”
”Thank G.o.d! We can use it, and you. As for you, Captain, I don't know....”
The wire came up. The general seized the instrument and cranked.
”Get me Spearmint ... Spearmint? Slayton-give me Weatherby.... This is Slayton ... yes, but ... No, but I want ... h.e.l.landd.a.m.nation, Weatherby, shut up and let me talk-don't you know that this wire's apt to be cut any second? We're on top of Hill Fo-wer, Ni-yun, Sev-en-that's right-about two hundred men; maybe three. Composite-somebody, apparently, from half the outfits in France. Too fast and too far-both flanks wide open-cut off ... h.e.l.lo! h.e.l.lo! h.e.l.lo!” He dropped the instrument and turned to Kinnison. ”You want to go back, Captain, and I need a runner-bad. Want to try to get through?”
”Yes, sir.”
”First phone you come to, get Spearmint-General Weatherby. Tell him Slayton says that we're cut off, but the Germans aren't in much force nor in good position, and for G.o.d's sake to get some air and tanks in here to keep them from consolidating. Just a minute. Sergeant, what's your name?” He studied the burly non-com minutely.
”Wells, sir.”
”What would you say ought to be done with the machine-guns?”
”Cover that ravine, there, first. Then set up to enfilade if they try to come up over there. Then, if I could find any more guns, I'd....”
”Enough. Second Lieutenant Wells, from now. GHQ will confirm. Take charge of all the guns we have. Report when you have made disposition. Now, Kinnison, listen. I can probably hold out until tonight. The enemy doesn't know yet that we're here, but we are due for some action pretty quick now, and when they locate us-if there aren't too many of their own units here, too-they'll flatten this hill like a table. So tell Weatherby to throw a column in here as soon as it gets dark, and to advance Eight and Sixty, so as to consolidate this whole area. Got it?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Got a compa.s.s?”
”Yes, sir.”
”Pick up a tin hat and get going. A hair north of due west, about a kilometer and a half. Keep cover, because the going will be tough. Then you'll come to a road. It's a mess, but it's ours-or was, at last accounts-so the worst of it will be over. On that road, which goes south-west, about two kilometers further, you'll find a Post-you'll know it by the motorcycles and such. Phone from there. Luck!”
Bullets began to whine and the general dropped to the ground and crawled toward a coppice, bellowing orders as he went. Kinnison crawled, too, straight west, availing himself of all possible cover, until he encountered a sergeant-major reclining against the south side of a great tree.
”Cigarette, buddy?” that wight demanded.
”Sure. Take the pack. I've got another that'll last me-maybe more. But what the h.e.l.l goes on here? Who ever heard of a major general getting far enough up front to get shot in the leg, and he talks as though he were figuring on licking the whole German army. Is the old bird nuts, or what?”
”Not so you would notice it. Didn'cha ever hear of 'h.e.l.land.a.m.nation' Slayton? You will, buddy, you will. If Pers.h.i.+ng doesn't give him three stars after this, he's crazier than h.e.l.l. He ain't supposed to be on combat at all-he's from GHQ and can make or break anybody in the AEF. Out here on a look-see trip and couldn't get back. But you got to hand it to him-he's getting things organized in great shape. I came in with him-I'm about all that's left of them that did-just waiting for this breeze to die down, but its getting worse. We'd better duck-over there!”
Bullets whistled and stormed, breaking more twigs and branches from the already shattered, practically denuded trees. The two slid precipitately into the indicated sh.e.l.l-hole, into stinking mud. Wells' guns burst into action.
”d.a.m.n! I hated to do this,” the sergeant grumbled, ”On accounta I just got half dry.”
”Wise me up,” Kinnison directed. ”The more I know about things, the more apt I am to get through.”
”This is what is left of two battalions, and a lot of casuals. They made objective, but it turns out the outfits on their right and left couldn't, leaving their flanks right out in the open air. Orders come in by blinker to rectify the line by falling back, but by then it couldn't be done. Under observation.”
Kinnison nodded. He knew what a barrage would have done to a force trying to cross such open ground in daylight.
”One man could prob'ly make it, though, if he was careful and kept his eyes wide open,” the sergeant-major continued. ”But you ain't got no binoculars, have you?”
”No.”