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“When orders were given to retreat, the
Boches had already succeeded in blowing
up the bridge, and the whole battalion was
massacred. Our troops made a last stand
on the ridge of scattered pines up there
overlooking the village; you can see there are
hardly any trees left now, and the whole
slope was thickly covered with wood before.
At daybreak the Boches made a furious
bayonet charge and there was a desperate
hand to hand fight, but they were repulsed.
At noon they began to shell the hill again
until there was hardly one of our men left
alive. Nobody in the village went to bed
that night. We expected the Boches to come
at any moment; but they never did, or I
should not be here to tell the tale. They kill
everything, women, children, and cripples.
The next morning a wood-cutter came down
and told us that the whole wood was full of
dead lying in heaps one upon another, and
that he had found a soldier still alive outside
his hut. He had crawled there during the
night, and he said he was sure there were
others still living among the dead. We
improvised some sort of stretchers, and I went
up there at once with the Curé and the Doctor
and the few old men still remaining in the
village. During that day and the following night
we carried down, I think, nearly two hundred
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