Grenfell’s second great exploit came on the same day. It was equally
daring. When the survivors of the 9th Lancers rode off the field the
Captain, although not seriously wounded, was greatly in need of rest.
That, however, was not yet to be. He had espied a railway embankment,
and quickly made for it with the men under his charge. When they
arrived at the shelter they found a number of men of the 119th Field
Battery, which had been put out of action and abandoned. There was the
danger of the guns being captured by the enemy and turned against the
English. It had been a great day for the artillery, no less than for
the cavalry.
“This battery had been in action earlier in the day with the object of
delaying the German advance and relieving the terrible pressure on the
harassed infantry, who were being driven back from Mons by superior
forces. The 119th Battery had given and received a terrific fire. One
Germany battery had been silenced by the gunners, who were afterward
attacked by three of the enemy’s batteries from different directions.
The unequal contest was very fierce while it lasted. All the gunners
had been killed by shrapnel, and the survivors of the battery were
ordered to seek safety.
“Up till now it had been found impossible to attempt the rescue of
the guns. They remained exposed to the German shells and would have
been captured but for the gallantry of Captain Grenfell. An officer of
the 119th Battery, Lieutenant Geoffrey Blemell Pollard, who had been
trying to devise means to save his guns, came to where the Lancers were
resting, and put the matter before them. Would they assist him to get
the guns away?”
Captain Grenfell heard the lieutenant’s request. He carefully climbed
to the top of the embankment, surveyed the position, and returned. He
had seen that the Germans had now captured the guns.
Grenfell determined to get the guns, regardless of the cost. He asked
for volunteers and before he had done speaking two dozen Lancers had
given in their names. They did not need to be told that Grenfell would
lead—they had been in the charge with him and knew that he would not
send others to do his work. They would have followed him anywhere.
Grenfell led his little party of troopers into the open. Bullets were
flying around, shrapnel was bursting near. “He was as cool as if he was
on parade,” said a corporal who took part.
He led his men right into the hurricane of shot and shell. Every few
minutes they stopped for breath, then on again. Advancing at a rapid
rate they reached the guns.
“So unexpected was the charge of Grenfell’s squadron that the Germans,
taken by surprise, fled in panic. Grenfell gave quick directions;
rapidity of action was essential, for the Germans in the rear of the
guns were pouring in a rapid fire. One gun was safely man-handled out
of action. Grenfell was not the man to leave a task half-finished,
and, braving the shells, he galloped back to the guns. By the time he
reached them some of the battery’s horses had been brought up, and
Grenfell assisted to hitch them to the guns. This done, the latter were
galloped off the field. Not one gun of the 119th Battery was lost, and
most of the wagons were recovered. Only three men were hit during the
rescue operations. Thus ended one of the quickest and most gallant
gun-saving exploits of the war.
“Later in the day Captain Grenfell was wounded. A bullet struck him in
the thigh, and two of his fingers were injured. He was brought back
from the firing-line, and an ambulance was sent for.
“While awaiting the ambulance a motor-car dashed along. ‘That’s what I
want,’ said Captain Grenfell. ‘What’s the use of an ambulance to me?
Take me back to the firing-line.’ He entered the motor-car and went
back to fight....
“Captain Grenfell was twice invalided home, but on each occasion
curtailed his rest in order to get back to the firing-line. He was
killed while in command of the left section of the 9th Lancers on May
24, 1915. The Germans had broken through the line, but Grenfell held,
and in the words of his Commanding Officer, Major Beale Browne, ‘saved
the day.’”
Thus died one of the greatest heroes of the war, a soldier to his
fingertips, a born leader, a true gentleman. His men loved him because
they knew his worth. In his will he left his Victoria Cross—the most
honorable decoration England bestows—to the men of his regiment, “to
whom the honor of my gaining it was entirely due.”