My Second Year of the War

My Second Year of the War

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Title: My Second Year of the War
Author: Frederick Palmer
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MY SECOND YEAR OF THE WAR

BY FREDERICK PALMER Author of "The Last Shot," "The Old
Blood," "My Year of the Great War," etc.
NEW YORK DODD, MEAD & COMPANY 1917
COPYRIGHT, 1917
BY DODD, MEAD AND COMPANY, Inc.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I BACK TO THE FRONT 1
II VERDUN AND ITS SEQUEL 18
III A CANADIAN INNOVATION 35
IV READY FOR THE BLOW 50
V THE BLOW 67
VI FIRST RESULTS OF THE SOMME 81
VII OUT OF THE HOPPER OF BATTLE 94
VIII FORWARD THE GUNS! 108
IX WHEN THE FRENCH WON 119
X ALONG THE ROAD TO VICTORY 130
XI THE BRIGADE THAT WENT THROUGH 142
XII THE STORMING OF CONTALMAISON 153
XIII A GREAT NIGHT ATTACK 167

XIV THE CAVALRY GOES IN 180
XV ENTER THE ANZACS 190
XVI THE AUSTRALIANS AND A WINDMILL 201
XVII THE HATEFUL RIDGE 213
XVIII A TRULY FRENCH AFFAIR 236
XIX ON THE AERIAL FERRY 244
XX THE EVER MIGHTY GUNS 255
XXI BY THE WAY 269
XXII THE MASTERY OF THE AIR 282
XXIII A PATENT CURTAIN OF FIRE 292
XXIV WATCHING A CHARGE 304
XXV CANADA IS STUBBORN 319
XXVI THE TANKS ARRIVE 332
XXVII THE TANKS IN ACTION 348
XXVIII CANADA IS QUICK 360
XXIX THE HARVEST OF VILLAGES 374
XXX FIVE GENERALS AND VERDUN 385
XXXI Au Revoir, SOMME! 400

MY SECOND YEAR OF THE WAR

I
BACK TO THE FRONT
How America fails to realize the war--Difficulties of realization--Uncle
Sam is sound at heart--In London again--A Chief of Staff who has risen
from the ranks--Sir William Robertson takes time to think--At the
front--Kitchener's mob the new army--A quiet headquarters--Sir
Douglas Haig--His office a clearing house of ideas--His business to
deal in blows--"The Spirit that quickeneth."
"I've never kept up my interest so long in anything as in this war," said
a woman who sat beside me at dinner when I was home from the front
in the winter of 1915-16. Since then I have wondered if my reply,
"Admirable mental concentration!" was not ironic at the expense of
manners and philosophy. In view of the thousands who were dying in
battle every day, her remark seemed as heartless as it was superficial
and in keeping with the riotous joy of living and prosperity which
strikes every returned American with its contrast to Europe's self-denial,
emphasized by such details gained by glimpses in the shop windows of
Fifth Avenue as the exhibit of a pair of ladies' silk hose inset with lace,
price one hundred dollars.
Meanwhile, she was knitting socks or mufflers, I forget which, for the
Allies. Her confusion about war news was common to the whole
country, which heard the special pleading of both sides without any
cross-questioning by an attorney. She remarked how the Allies'
bulletins said that the Allies were winning and the German bulletins
that the Germans were winning; but so far as she could see on the map
the armies remained in much the same positions and the wholesale
killing continued. Her interest, I learned on further inquiry, was limited
and partisan. When the Germans had won a victory, she refused to read
about it and threw down her paper in disgust.
There was something human in her attitude, as human as the war itself.
It was a reminder of how far away from the Mississippi is the Somme;

how broad is the Atlantic; how impossible it is to project yourself into
the distance even in the days of the wireless. She was moving in the
orbit of her affairs, with its limitations, just as the soldiers were in
theirs. Before the war luxury was as common in Paris as in New York;
but with so ghastly a struggle proceeding in Europe it seemed out of
keeping that the joy of living should endure anywhere in the world. Yet
Europe was tranquilly going its way when the Southern States were
suffering pain and hardship worse than any that France and England
have known. Paris and London were dining and smiling when
Richmond was in flames.
War can be brought