BEFORE ST. QUENTIN
The "Hindenburg" Line--A Diabolical Piece of
Vandalism--Brigadier H.Q. in a Cellar--A Fight in
Mid-air--Waiting for the Taking of St. Quentin--_L'Envoi_.
Still the great German retreat continued. Village after village fell
into our hands; mile after mile the enemy was relentlessly pursued by
our cavalry and cyclist corps. Still the Germans burnt and devastated
everything in their path although, in some instances, there was evidence
that they were shifted from their lines of defence with far more force
and promptitude than they imagined we would put up against them in this
particular section. The enemy had arranged his operations, as usual, by
timetable, but he had failed to take into consideration the character of
the British soldier, with the result his schemes had "gone agley." To
save men the German high command gave orders for a further retirement to
their Hindenburg defences, a fortified line of such strength as had
never been equalled.
If this line was not impregnable, nothing could be. It was the last word
in defence system and it had taken something like two years to perfect.
The barbed wire, of a special kind, was formidable in its mass; three
belts fifty feet deep wound about it in an inextricable mass in the form
of a series of triangles and other geometric designs. The trenches
themselves were constructional works of art; switch lines were thrown
out as an extra precaution; in front of the most important strategical
positions, machine-gun posts and strong points abounded in unlimited
quantities. It was the Hun's last and most powerful line of defence this
side of the Franco-German frontier. This "Hindenburg" line stretched
from a point between Lens and Arras where it joined the northern trench
system, which had been occupied for the past two years, down to St.
Quentin, passing behind the town at a distance of about five kilos, with
a switch line in front to take the first shock of the Allies' blow when
it came.
Behind this trench the Huns thought they could safely rest and hold up
the Allies' advance. But, with their wonderful and elaborate system of
barbed-wire defence which they anticipated would keep us out, they
probably forgot one point--it would certainly keep them in--tightly
bolted and barred. Therefore, under such conditions, it was the side
which had the predominance in guns and munitions that could smash their
way through by sheer weight of metal, and force a passage through which
to pour their troops, taking section by section by a series of flanking
and encircling movements, threaten their line of communication, finally
cracking up the whole line and compel a further extensive falling back
to save their armies.
Against the front portion of this line we thrust ourselves early in
March, 1917, and our massed guns poured in the most terrible fire the
world had ever known. Lens was practically encircled--the Vimy ridge was
taken by assault, and dozens of villages captured, resulting in the
capture of eighteen thousand prisoners and over two hundred guns.
Hindenburg threw in his divisions with reckless extravagance; he knew
that if this section gave way all hope of holding on to Northern France
was gone. Time and again he sent forward his "cannon fodder" in massed
formation--targets which our guns could not possibly miss--and they
were mown down in countless numbers; his losses were appalling. In
certain places his attacking forces succeeded for a time in retaking
small sections of ground we had gained, only to be driven out by a
strong counter-attack. His losses were terribly disproportionate to his
temporary advantage.
I moved down to the extreme right of the British line; St. Quentin was
the goal upon which I had set my mind. In my opinion the taking of that
place by a combined Franco-British offensive with the triumphant entry
of the troops would make a film second to none. In the first place the
preliminary operations pictorially would differ from all previous issues
of war films, and in the second place it would be the first film
actually showing the point of "liaison" with the French and their
subsequent advance--making it, from an historical, public, and
sentimental point of view, a film _par excellence_. Therefore in this
section of the British line I made my stand.
I left my H.Q. early in April, 1917. I intended to live at the line in
one of the cellars of a small village situated near the Bois de Holnon,
which had been totally destroyed.
I proceeded by the main St. Quentin road, through Pouilly into
Caulaincourt. The same desolation and wanton destruction was everywhere
in evidence; but the most diabolical piece of vandalism was typified by
the once beautiful Château of Caulaincourt, which was an awful heap of
ruins. The Château had been blown into the Somme, with the object of
damming the river, and so flooding the country-side; partially it
succeeded, but our engineers were quickly upon the scene and, soon, the
river was again running its normal course. The flooded park made an
excellent watering-place for horses. The wonderful paintings and
tapestries in the library on the Château had been destroyed. As I
wandered among the ruins, filming various scenes of our engineers at
work sorting out the débris, I noticed many things which must have been
of inestimable value. Every statue and ornamentation about the grounds
was wilfully smashed to atoms; the flower-pots which lined the edges of
the once beautiful floral walks had been deliberately crushed--in fact a
more complete specimen of purposeless, wanton destruction it would be
impossible to find.
I filmed the most interesting sections; then continued my way through
Bouvais on to see the General of a Division. This Division was working
near the French left. After a very interesting conversation this officer
recommended me to call on a Brigadier-General.
"He is stationed at ----," he said. "I will ring him up and tell him you
are on the way. He will give you all the map references of the O.P.'s in
the neighbourhood. Anyway, you can make your own arrangements, I
suppose, about views?"
"Oh, yes, sir, certainly, so long as I can get very near to the place."
"Right. You go into all these details with General ----."
Thanking him I hurried away. I found the mines which Bosche had exploded
at all cross-roads very troublesome, and on one occasion, in
endeavouring to cross by way of the field alongside, I got badly stuck;
so I had to borrow a couple of horses to get me out on to the road
again.
I duly arrived and reported to Brigadier H.Q. It was the cellar of a
once decent house by the appearance of the garden. I went down six steps
into a chamber reeking with dampness about six feet high by ten feet
square; a candle was burning in a bottle on a roughly made table, and,
sitting at it, was the General closely studying details on a map.
He looked up as I entered.
"Are you the Kinema man?" he enquired. "General ---- told me you were
coming; what do you want?"
"Well, sir," I said, "I want to obtain films of all the operations in
connection with the taking of St. Quentin; if you have an
observation-post from which I can obtain a good view it will suit me
admirably."
"I am sure we can fix you up all right. But we are just going to have a
meal; sit down and join us. We can then go into details."
Lunch was served in primitive fashion, which was unavoidable under such
conditions--but we fared sumptuously, although on a rough plain table
with odds and ends for platters, and boxes and other makeshifts for
chairs.
During the meal I went into details with the General about my
requirements. He quite understood my position and thoroughly appreciated
my keen desire to obtain something unique in the way of film story.
"The taking of St. Quentin by the Allied troops, sir, would be one of my
finest films."
"Well," he said, "the French are bombarding the suburbs and other
places, so far as damage is concerned, to-day; our batteries are also
giving a hand. I should advise you to go to this spot"--indicating a
position on the map. "What do you think?" he turned to the Brigade
Major. "Will this do for him?"
"Yes, sir, I should think so."
"Anyway, I can soon see, if you can put me on the road to find it. But a
guide would save time."
"You had better take him," said the General to the Brigade Major; "you
know the place quite well."
"Right, sir," he said.
So, getting hold of an extra orderly to help carry my kit, we started
off, up through a wood and then for the first time I viewed St. Quentin.
"We had better spread out here," said my guide. "Bosche can observe all
movements from the Cathedral tower, and he doesn't forget to 'strafe' us
although no harm is ever done."
"He is crumping now by all appearances," I replied, noticing some crumps
bursting about three hundred yards away.
"Yes, they are 'strafing' the place we are going to! That's cheerful,
anyway. We will make a wide detour; he's putting shrapnel over now. Look
out! Keep well to the side of the wood."
We kept under cover until it was necessary to cross a field to a distant
copse.
"That's our O.P. We have some guns there, worse luck."
"Hullo, keep down," I said; "that's a burst of four."
Crash--crash--crash--crash! in quick succession, the fearful bursts
making the ground tremble.
"Very pretty," I remarked. "I will get my camera ready for the next
lot."
They came--and I started turning one after the other; it was an
excellent scene; but, as the enemy seemed to swing his range round
slightly, the pieces were coming much too near to be healthy. So,
hastily packing up, we made straight for the copse on the quarry top.
High shrapnel was now bursting, several pieces whistling very
unpleasantly near.
"Let's get under shelter of the trees," said the Brigade Major, "the
trunks will give us a lot of cover."
We made a run for it, and reached them safely, and, gently drawing near
the outer edge, I was in full view of St. Quentin.
The Cathedral loomed up with great prominence--and shrapnel was
exploding near the tower.
"That's to keep the Hun observers down," he said. "We are not, of
course, shelling the place to damage it at all. Those fires you can see
there are of Bosche making; he is systematically burning the place as a
prelude to retreat. My Intelligence officer says that the Palace of
Justice and the theatre are well alight, and airmen declare the town
quite empty; they flew over it yesterday only about two hundred feet
above the house-tops and they were not fired at once. Seems to me
they've evacuated the populace entirely."
"Jove," I said, "the French are letting them have it over there,"
pointing in the distance.
"That is, of course, south of the town, very nearly running due east and
west--it's an excellent barrage--and all H.E., too."
I soon got my camera into action and, carefully concealing the tripod
behind a tree trunk or rather a little to one side, I began exposing.
The firing was very heavy. I continued exposing on various sections
which gave me the most comprehensive idea of barrage fire.
"The French are bang up against the 'Hindenburg' line there, and it's
pretty deep in wire--as you know," said my guide, "but I think they will
manage it all right; it's only a matter of time. Hullo! they are
'strafing' their confounded guns again with H.E. Look out! keep down!"
And keep down we did. "Those 5.9 of brother Fritz's are not very kind to
one; we had better stay for a few minutes; he may catch us crossing the
field."
Ten minutes went by; things were a bit quieter, so, hastily packing up,
we doubled back to the road.
"I never did like getting near forward gun position," I said, "but,
curiously enough, my best view-points compel me on many occasions to fix
up in their vicinity."
We got on to the road without casualties and in time to see the H.L.I.
forming up to leave at dusk for the front line, or the series of strong
points which comprised it in this section.
They were having the operation orders read out to them by their officer
in charge. The scenes made very interesting ones for me--the men, alert
and keen to the last degree, stood there in line, listening intently to
the words until the end.
The next morning I had a wire from H.Q. asking me to take charge of two
French journalists for a day or two; they were most anxious to see the
British troops in action before St. Quentin. Towards midday they
arrived--M. Gustave Babin, of _L'Illustration_, Paris--and M. Eugène
Tardeau, of the _Echo de Paris_. I presented these gentlemen to the
General, who kindly extended every facility to them.
I took them up to the observation post from which they could look down
on St. Quentin.
"It will be a great moment for me," said M. Babin, "to obtain the first
impression of the Allied entry in the town."
For myself the day was quite uneventful, beyond obtaining extra scenes
of the preparatory work of our artillery. The heavy bombardment was
continuing with unabated fury, the horizon was black with the smoke of
bursting high explosives, huge masses of shrapnel were showering their
leaden messengers of death upon the enemy. Towards evening the weather
changed for the worse. It began with a biting cold sleet, which quickly
turned into snow.
That night we slept in an old greenhouse which was open to the four
winds of heaven. The cold was intense. I rolled myself up tight in my
bag and drew my waterproof ground-sheet well over my body. It was a
good job I did so for the snow was blowing in through the many fissures
and cracks and settling upon me like fallen leaves in autumn.
The heavy shelling continued throughout the night. Several Bosche shells
came unpleasantly near, shaking my rickety shelter in an alarming
manner.
The next day the weather continued vile and the operations were
indefinitely postponed. Therefore there was nothing further to do but to
return to H.Q.
St. Quentin, for the present, was to me a blank, although I had
continued for some time preparing all the scenes leading up to its
capture.
The weather was changing, the ground was drying. Our line, just north of
the town, was being pushed further forward. Holon-Selency,
Francilly-Selency, Fayet and Villerete had fallen to our victorious
troops, but the main attack was not yet.
To obtain scenes of our men actually in the front line trenches facing
the town, I made my way through Savy and Savy Wood, in which not a
single tree was left standing by the Bosche. Through the wood I
carefully worked forward by keeping well under cover of a slight rise in
the ground. I met a battalion commander on the way who kindly directed
me to the best path to take.
"But be careful and keep your head down. Hun snipers are very active and
he is putting shrapnel over pretty frequently. Although it doesn't hurt
us--it evidently amuses him," he said, with a smile. "There is one
section where you will have to run the gauntlet--for you are in full
view of the lines. Keep down as low as possible."
I thanked the C.O. and went ahead. The weather was now perfect--a
cloudless blue sky flecked here and there by the furry white balls of
our bursting shrapnel around Hun aeroplanes, keeping them well above
observation range.
I noticed a flight of our men winging their way over enemy lines. I
could hear the rapid fire of the Bosche anti-aircraft guns, and see
their black balls of shrapnel burst. But our birdmen went on their way
without a moment's hesitation. I recalled the time when I was up among
the clouds, filming the Bosche lines thirteen thousand feet above mother
earth.
Suddenly a sharp crack, crack and whir of a machine-gun rang out. A
fight was going on up there; our anti-aircraft guns ceased, being afraid
of hitting our own men, but the Bosche still kept on.
It was impossible to see the progress of the fight; the whole flock was
now directly overhead. Watching the "strafe" with such keen interest,
this point quite escaped me until pieces of shrapnel began to fall
around in alarming proportions, causing me to beat a hasty retreat out
of range, though I still hung about in the hope of a Bosche machine
being brought down, thereby providing me with a thrilling scene. But it
did not happen. The airmen disappeared in a southerly direction, still
fighting until the sharp cracks of the guns droned away in the distance.
In a few minutes I came in full view of one of our strong points in the
shape of a disused quarry. Around the inner lip our Tommies had made a
series of funk-holes, which looked quite picturesque in the bright
sunlight.
Machine-gun parties were there ready for anything that might turn up; in
the far corner a group of Frenchmen were chattering volubly to a knot of
our men.
This certainly was a most interesting scene--the point of "liaison"
between the two great armies, France and Britain. I noticed by fresh
shell-holes that Bosche had a rather bad habit of annoying the place
with his pip-squeaks, but generally they only resulted in scoring a
Blighty for more or one of the occupants--and, for others, they were a
source of amusement in the shape of gambling on the spot the next one
would fall.
I filmed various sections here, then, having partaken of a little tea, I
wended my way to the trenches. I kept low, as the tower of the Cathedral
was in full view. I had previously covered the aluminium head of my
tripod with a sandbag to prevent it glistening in the sun. As I drew
nearer to the trench, which I could now see quite distinctly, more and
more of St. Quentin came into view. Such a picture gives one rather a
queerish feeling. If a keen-eyed Hun observer spotted me, with my load,
he would take me for a machine-gunner or something equally dangerous.
But, fortunately, nothing happened.
I dropped into the trench of the ---- Worcesters who were amazed and
amused to see me there, as one of them said:
"Well, sir, I always thought all the War pictures were fakes, but now I
know they're not.
"Will you take us, sir? We expect to go over to-night. Please do, sir;
our people at home will then in all probability see us. Don't suppose I
shall. I have an idea I shan't--but," he said, pulling himself together,
"I hope so, yer know, sir."
I liked the man's spirit. It caused all the others to smile. I carefully
fixed up my machine and filmed them, holding our front line.
"How close is this to the town?" I asked.
"About nine hundred yards, sir."
[Illustration: OUR OUTPOST LINE WITHIN 800 YARDS OF ST. QUENTIN. IT WAS
TO THIS OUTPOST THAT I CRAWLED IN DAYLIGHT TO OBTAIN THIS SCENE]
Whether or not Bosche had seen movement I don't know, but suddenly a
group of four 5.9 came crashing over. Everybody ducked--wise plan,
rather, out here--they fell and burst about fifty yards behind us. I
awaited the next lot; they came very shortly and fell in almost the same
place.
"Before he shortens the range," I thought, "I'll move," and suiting the
action to the word I moved out towards the Bois de Savy and was half-way
there when another lot burst in my direction. This time I made for the
Bois de Holnon, and fortunately the shells ceased.
As I reached the furthest side of the Bois de Savy several tear shells
came whistling over and burst just behind me. Needless to say I had
fallen flat, and, as I arose, the sweet smell of tear gas made itself
evident. Not intending to risk a repetition of my previous experience at
Beaumont Hamel, I closed my eyes and ran like--well, you couldn't see me
for dust.
Yard by yard we continued to press back the enemy. For me the film story
of the taking of St. Quentin is an obsession. It holds me as a needle to
a magnet. And in this section, at the present, I remain--waiting and
watching.
My leave is fast running out, and I am nearing the end of my story. In
all the pictures that it has been my good fortune to take during the two
and a half years that I have been kept at work on the great European
battlefield, I have always tried to remember that it was through the eye
of the camera, directed by my own sense of observation, that the
millions of people at home would gain their only first-hand knowledge of
what was happening at the front.
I have tried to make my pictures actual and reliable, above all I have
striven to catch the atmosphere of the battlefield, and whilst I have
dwelt as little as possible upon its horrors, I have aimed at showing
the magnificent spirit which imbues our fighting men, from the highest
in command to the humblest unit in the ranks.
I am proud to think that the task of doing this has been mine, and in
doing it, I have tried "to do my bit" for the land that gave me birth.
THE END
INDEX
A
Albert, 172
Albert, King of the Belgians, 217
Alexander of Teck, Prince, 217
Amiens, 254
Andrew Paul, Mayor of Bierne, 289, 290
Anzacs, the, 211
Armentières, 108
Arras, 83, 108, 293
Aubers Ridge, 114
Australians, the, 197, 198
B
Babin, M. Gustave, of _L'Illustration_, 299
Bailleul, 52
Bapaume, 250
Basle, 41
Beaumont Hamel, 124, 129, 165, 208, 245, 265, 303
Bécourt Wood, 172, 176, 197
Belfort, 42
Belgians, Queen of, 217, 218
Bernafay Wood, 186, 188
Besançon, 42, 47
Biaches, 254
Biel, 41
Bierne, 277, 284, 289
Bizantin-le-Grand, 190
Bois de Holnon, 294, 303
Bois de Savy, 300, 303
Boulogne, 205-7, 253, 254
Bouleaux Wood, 240
Bouvais, 295
Bovincourt, 270, 271, 274, 275, 277, 279-84, 289
Brie, 263, 267, 269, 272, 274, 276
Brooks, Lieut., Official "Still" Photographer, 259-65, 275
Burstall, General, 218
C
Calais, 219-221
Cambrai, 259
Canadians, the, 52-60, 218
Camoy Valley, 184
Caulaincourt, 294
Cavan, Earl of, 63, 76, 77
Clarendon Film Co., the, 5
Contalmaison, 199, 201-203
D
Delemont, 41
Delville Wood, 238
Dieppe, 48
Dijon, 47
_Dinorah_, S.S., the, 48
Dixmude, 31
Dunkirk, 111
E
Estrées, 259, 271, 276
F
Fayet, 300
Festubert, 108, 114
Foch, Gen., 215
Folkestone, 251
Foscaucourt, 259
Foucacourt, 276
Francilly-Selency, 300
Fricourt, 171, 208, 209, 212
Fromelles, 114
Furnes, 6, 8, 13, 15, 21, 29, 30, 38
G
Gaumont Co., the, 5
George V--
his approval of Somme film, 177
arrival at Boulogne, 206, 207
attends Divine Service, 217
on Battlefield of Fricourt, 208-211
being filmed, 216
his departure from France, 220, 221
greets Sir H. Rawlinson, 208
at hospitals, 212
inspects Canadians, 218
meets M. Poincaré and Gen. Joffre, 215, 216
and puppy, 212, 213
visits King of the Belgians, 217, 218
George, David Lloyd, Prime Minister, 177, 216, 217
Givenchy, 108
Gommecourt, 123
Gouerment, 122
Goumiers, the (Algerian Arabs), 15-17, 21
Guards' Division, the, 61, 63, 65-71, 76-79, 234, 241
Guillemont, 135, 234, 236, 238
Gully Ravine, 136
H
Haig, Field-Marshal Sir Douglas, 207, 208, 214-16
Haucourt, 277
Hawthorn Redoubt, the, 141, 159
Hill 60, 113
Hill 63, 56-58
Hindenburg, General, 293
"Hindenburg Line," the, 259, 292, 293, 298
Hohenzollern Redoubt, the, 108
Holon-Selency, 300
J
Joffre, General, 214-216
Josephine, Princess, 218
Jury, Mr. Will, 176
K
Keppel, Sir Derek, 207
Kinematograph Trade Topical Committee, the, 51
"King George's Hill," 209
Kitchener, Earl of, 206
L
La Bassée, 65, 72, 114, 115
La Boisselle, 171
La Gorgue, 61
La Maisonnette, Château of, 255
Lancashire Fusiliers, the, 127, 152, 157
Lancers, 17th, the, 214
Lens, 293
Lesboeufs, 234, 239, 245
London Scottish, the, 122, 234
Loos, 104, 108, 114
Lueze Wood, 238
M
Malins, Lieut. Geoffrey H., O.B.E.--
appointed Official War Office Kinematographer, 51
arrested in Switzerland, 41
at Battle of St. Eloi, 85-92
on battlefield of Neuve Chapelle, 72-79
with Belgian Army, 6-13, 30-39
in bombardment of Furnes, 31
with Canadians, 52-60
his description of preparation of film, 178-182
experiences in aeroplane, 107-120
films Battle of the Somme, 121-177
with Goumiers, near Nieuport, 15-21
with Guards' Division, 65-71
his life before the War, 5
narrow escapes of, 93-106, 142-146
at Pozières and Contalmaison, 196-204
and Prince of Wales, 77, 207, 212
at Ramscapelle, 32-34
reported dead, 38
spends Christmas at the Front, 62-64
and Tanks, 222
on tracks of retreating Huns, 254-303
in Trones Wood, 183-195
views battle of sand-dunes, 22-29
visits ruins of Guillemont and Mouquet Farm, 234-250
on Vosges Mountains, 40-48
on Western Front with the King, 205-221
at Ypres and Arras, 80-84
Mametz, 171
Martinpuich, battle of, 234
Messines, 52, 54, 113
Middlesex Regt., the, 152
Mons, 136
Mons en Chaussée, 269, 272
Montaubon, 186
Morval, 234, 239, 245
Mouquet Farm, 245, 247, 248
N
Neuve Chapelle, 72, 73, 108, 114
Nieuport, 15, 31
Nieuport Bain, 22, 23
Norfolks, the, 234
North Staffordshire Regt., the, 206
Northumberland Fusiliers, the, 218
O
Oost-Dunkerque, 22
Ostend, 111
P
Peronne, 254-258
Perrontruy, 41
Petite Douve, 56, 58, 60
Ploegsteert, 108, 114
Ploegsteert Wood, 53, 56
Ploegstrathe, 52
Poincaré, President, 214-216
Pouilly, 279, 294
Pozières, 197, 198, 201-203, 211, 245
R
Ramscapelle, 6, 12, 31-33
Rawlinson, General Sir H. S., 136, 208
Remiremont, 42
Richebourg, 108
Richebourg St. Vaaste, 55
Royal Engineers, West Riding Field Co., 136
Royal Fusiliers, the, 136, 137, 152
Royal Welsh Fusiliers, the, 65
S
St. Dié, 40, 42, 43, 47
St. Eloi, 108, 113
St. Eloi, Battle of, 89-92, 218
St. Quentin, 259, 267, 293, 294, 296-303
Savy, 300
Somme, River, 255, 263, 265-267, 275, 294
Somme Battle, film of, 176-178, 183, 223
Stamfordham, Lord, 207
Suffolks, the, 234
T
Tanks, the, 225, 229-233, 237, 240
Tardeau, M. Eugène, of _Echo de Paris_, 299
Thiepval, 245
Thompson, Major, 207
Tong, Mr., 51, 52, 64
Trones Wood, 184, 186, 190, 192, 241
U
Uhlans, the, 32
V
Vernilles, 132
Villerete, 300
Villers-Carbonel, 259-266, 276
Vimy Ridge, 293
Vosges, the, 40, 47, 51
Vraignes, 270, 275, 277, 281
W
Wales, Edward, Prince of--
his anxiety to avoid camera, 77, 212
attends service on Christmas Day, 63
cheered by Tommies, 211
and General Foch, 216
in German trench, 210, 211
inspects gun-pits, 77
meets King George at Boulogne, 207
takes leave of King George, 220
Wigram, Lieut.-Col. Clive, 207, 216, 219
Y
Ypres, 55, 75, 80-83, 111, 112, 253
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| Page 59: "Wall, sir..." _sic_ |
| Page 68: afther _sic_ |
| Page 203: Boche amended to Bosche |
| Page 268: Closing quotes added ("I will get it down.") |
| Page 269: Chaussé amended to Chaussée |
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| Page 279: if amended to it ("To take it off....") |
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| Page 293: kilos _sic_ |
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| Page 305: Becourt amended to Bécourt |
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| Page 306: Reboubt amended to Redoubt |
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| Illustration facing page 184: Poincarie amended to Poincaré |
| Illustration facing page 206: Poincarie amended to Poincaré |
| Illustration facing page 290: liason amended to liaison |
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| word appears hyphenated and unhyphenated an equal number of |
| times, both versions have been retained |
| (earsplitting/ear-splitting; everyday/every-day; |
| selfsame/self-same). |
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End of Project Gutenberg's How I Filmed the War, by Lieut. Geoffrey H. Malins