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Title: The Cornhill Magazine (vol. XLII, no. 251 new series, May
1917)
Author: Various
Language: English
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Queen Alexandra.
THE
CHURCH ARMY
HAS MANY HUNDREDS OF
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which are giving REST, COMFORT and RECREATION to men of
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Front (many of them actually under the enemy’s shell-fire), at
ports and bases in France, in Malta, Egypt, Macedonia, East
Africa, Mesopotamia, and India. Light refreshments, games,
music, provision for drying clothing, baths, letter-writing, &c., &c.;
also facilities for Sunday and weekday services.
MORE ARE URGENTLY NEEDED,
especially in the devastated area captured from the enemy on the
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Huts cost £400; Tents £200;
Equipment £100; Maintenance
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BRING UP THE GUNS.
by boyd cable.
When Jack Duncan and Hugh Morrison suddenly had it brought
home to them that they ought to join the New Armies, they lost little
time in doing so. Since they were chums of long standing in a City
office, it went without saying that they decided to join and ‘go through
it’ together, but it was much more open to argument what branch of
the Service or regiment they should join.
They discussed the question in all its bearings, but being as
ignorant of the Army and its ways as the average young Englishman
was in the early days of the war, they had little evidence except
varied and contradictory hearsay to act upon. Both being about
twenty-five they were old enough and business-like enough to
consider the matter in a business-like way, and yet both were young
enough to be influenced by the flavour of romance they found in a
picture they came across at the time. It was entitled ‘Bring up the
Guns,’ and it showed a horsed battery in the wild whirl of advancing
into action, the horses straining and stretching in front of the
bounding guns, the drivers crouched forward or sitting up plying whip
and spur, the officers galloping and waving the men on, dust swirling
from leaping hoofs and wheels, whip-thongs streaming, heads
tossing, reins flying loose, altogether a blood-stirring picture of
energy and action, speed and power.
‘I’ve always had a notion,’ said Duncan reflectively, ‘that I’d like to
have a good whack at riding. One doesn’t get much chance of it in
city life, and this looks like a good chance.’
‘And I’ve heard it said,’ agreed Morrison, ‘that a fellow with any
education stands about the best chance in artillery work. We’d might
as well plump for something where we can use the bit of brains
we’ve got.’
‘That applies to the Engineers too, doesn’t it?’ said Duncan. ‘And
the pottering about we did for a time with electricity might help there.’
‘Um-m,’ Morrison agreed doubtfully, still with an appreciative eye
on the picture of the flying guns. ‘Rather slow work though—digging
and telegraph and pontoon and that sort of thing.’
‘Right-oh,’ said Duncan with sudden decision. ‘Let’s try for the
Artillery.’
‘Yes. We’ll call that settled,’ said Morrison; and both stood a few
minutes looking with a new interest at the picture, already with a
dawning sense that they ‘belonged,’ that these gallant gunners and
leaping teams were ‘Ours,’ looking forward with a little quickening of
the pulse to the day when they, too, would go whirling into action in
like desperate and heart-stirring fashion.
‘Come on,’ said Morrison. ‘Let’s get it over. To the recruiting-office
—quick march.’
And so came two more gunners into the Royal Regiment.
Rudyard Kipling.
II.
To make that fellowship apparent, at a glance, at least from certain
points of view, I have devised the appended diagram. There you see
represented, as it were, the streams of the history of our two nations
from their farthest origins down to our own times. Please note the
scale of centuries. See both streams rising about eight or six
centuries before Christ in the same mountain—if I may say so
figuratively—in the same mountain of the Celtic race. They spring, as
you see, from the same source, and, though geographically divided,
their waters remain a long time of the same colour—green in my
draught.