believe the figure mentioned was one and a half million in rifle strength.â
âGood Christ,â said Killion, before he could remember to stammer.
âOf course I got that from a chap in Intelligence,â Woodruffe said. âTheyâre always wrong.â
âWhat I canât understand,â Richards said, âis why we have to wait. Why donât we hit them first?â
âItâs been tried,â Lambert told him. âRemember Passchendaele? That was our idea.â
âPasschendaele,â said Dickinson softly âPassion Dale. Thereâs something almost Miltonic about it. Or do I mean Bunyanesque? Ranks of valiant warriors crashing to catastrophe, with a great deal of rolling thunder and rather too much sulfur and brimstone.â
âIt was pretty horrible,â said Kimberley severely.
âDonât tell
me,
chum. I was there. I flew forty-three patrols in one week.â
âHave you really been in the Corps that long?â Woodruffe asked in surprise. âI had no idea it was
that
long.â
âOnly last July,â Dickinson said.
âStill â¦â Woodruffe peered at him thoughtfully.
âIf I were Jerry,â said Finlayson, âIâd go for the French. They donât want to fight anymore. Our froggy friends have had enough.â
âI say, is it really true that the French artillery had to fire on their infantry?â Delaforce asked. âTo drive them over the top?â
âAbsolutely,â Finlayson said. âThey had a mutiny. The troops wouldnât leave the trenches, so the French generals laid down a barrage on them. That soon shifted them.â
âWhat happened afterward?â
âAfterward? There was no afterward. Why dâyou think they didnât want to get out of the trenches?â
âIt makes me feel sick,â Rogers said. âPhysically sick.â
âMind you, the other side has the same problem,â Dickinson said. âIâve seen the Jerries running up and down behind their men, waving pistols. Itâs the same for both sides.â
âWhat a filthy war it is,â Richards said. âItâs all so cramped. Thereâs no room for a bit of cut and thrust, itâs just ⦠itâs like ⦠two great stupid fellows standing toe to toe and â¦
bludgeoning.â
Woodruffe listened to all this with deepening anxiety. âI was at Corps yesterday,â he said, âand General Somebody was telling people how things looked, and he said we were definitely on top. He thought that one big blow would knock the Germans right out. He said there was every reason for optimism.â
âGod,â Lambert said. âI didnât know things were as bad as
thatâ
As soon as the rain stopped, Woolley had the planes warmed up. He went to the middle of the field and spread out a small tablecloth. Then he rang his handbell and waited for the pilots to assemble.
âThis,â he said, âis your life insurance policy. Read the small print carefully.â He walked across the white square. Delaforce and Richards looked at his footprints doubtfully. Church twisted his head sideways as if the writing were the wrong way round. The others stood and smoked, or twitched, or shrugged, or blinked, or nodded, or performed whatever other small compulsion their nervous systems required of them these days. Gabriel noticed how gray the hairs were on the back of Woolleyâs neck. Finlayson stood behind Kimberley.
âThis cloth is todayâs target,â Woolley said. âIt makes a good target, for two reasons. First, you attack it from above. Always attack from above. When we get into action, some ofyou will forget that. They will be killed. Height is an advantage. Always try to fight with an advantage.â Woolley pursed his thin lips and addressed Rogers and Kimberley in particular. âI have been described as lacking in
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