The following story recounts an action
in which Austro-Hungarian trrops are defending against a Russian attack,
early in the war in 1914. The account comes from The Project Gutenberg EBook of
"Four Weeks in the Trenches", by Fritz Kreisler.
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"Suddenly, at about ten o'clock, a dull thud sounded somewhere far away from us, and simultaneously we saw a small white round cloud
about half a mile ahead of us where the shrapnel had exploded. The battle had begun. Other shots followed shortly, exploding here
and there, but doing no harm. The Russian gunners evidently were trying to locate and draw an answer from our batteries. These,
however, remained mute, not caring to reveal their position. For a long time the Russians fired at
random, mostly at too short a range to do any harm, but slowly the harmless-looking white clouds
came nearer, until a shell, whining as it whizzed past us, burst about a
hundred yards behind our trench. A second shell followed, exploding almost at the same place. At the same time, we noticed a
faint spinning noise above us. Soaring high above our position, looking like a speck in the firmament,
flew a Russian aeroplane, watching the effect of the shells and presumably directing the fire of
the Russian artillery. This explained its sudden accuracy. One of our aeroplanes rose, giving chase to the enemy, and simultaneously our
batteries got into action. The Russians kept up a sharply concentrated,
well-directed fire against our center, our gunners responding gallantly, and the spirited artillery duel which ensued
grew in intensity until the entrails of the earth seemed fairly to shake with the thunder.
"By one o'clock the incessant roaring, crashing, and splintering of
bursting shells had become almost unendurable to our nerves, which were already strained to the snapping-point by the lack of
action and the expectancy. Suddenly there appeared a thin dark line on the horizon which moved rapidly towards us, looking not
unlike a huge running bird with immense outstretched wings. We looked through our field
glasses; there could be no doubt,--it was Russian cavalry, swooping down upon us with incredible
impetus and swiftness. I quickly glanced at our colonel. He stared open-mouthed. This was, indeed,
good fortune for us,--too good to believe. No cavalry attack could stand before well-disciplined
infantry, providing the latter keep cool and well composed, calmly waiting until the riders come
sufficiently close to take sure aim.
"There was action for us at last. At a sharp word of command, our men scrambled out of the trenches
for better view and aim, shouting with joy as they did so. What a change had come over us all! My
heart beat with wild exultation. I glanced at my men. They were all eagerness and determination, hand
at the trigger, eyes on the approaching enemy, every muscle strained, yet calm, their bronzed
faces hardened into immobility, waiting for the command to fire. Every subaltern officer's eye hung on our
colonel, who stood about thirty yards ahead of us on a little hill, his figure well defined in the
sunlight, motionless, the very picture of calm assurance and proud bearing. He scanned the horizon with his
glasses. Shrapnel was hailing around him, but he seemed utterly unaware of it; for that
matter we had all forgotten it, though it kept up its terrible uproar, spitting here and there destruction into our midst.
"By this time the avalanche of tramping horses had come perceptibly
nearer. Soon they would sweep by the bundle of hay which marked the carefully measured range within which our fire was terribly
effective. Suddenly the mad stampede came to an abrupt standstill, and then the Cossacks scattered
precipitately to the right and left, only to disclose in their rear the advancing Russian infantry, the
movements of which it had been their endeavor to veil.
"The infantry moved forward in loose lines, endlessly rolling on like
shallow waves overtaking each other, one line running forward, then suddenly disappearing by throwing itself down and opening fire on
us to cover the advance of the other line, and so on, while their artillery kept up a hellish uproar spreading
destruction through our lines. Simultaneously a Russian aeroplane swept down upon us
with a noise like an angered bird of prey and pelted us with bombs, the effects of which, however, were more moral than actual, for we
had regained the security of the trenches and opened fire on the approaching enemy, who in spite of heavy losses advanced steadily
until he reached our wire entanglements. There he was greeted by a deadly fire from our machine guns. The first Russian lines were
mowed down as if by a gigantic scythe, and so were the reserves as they tried to advance. The first attack had
collapsed. After a short time, however, they came on again, this time more cautiously,
armed with nippers to cut the barbed wire and using the bodies of their own fallen comrades as a rampart. Again
they were repulsed. Once more their cavalry executed a feigned attack under cover of
which the Russian infantry rallied, strongly reinforced by reserves, and more determined than ever.
"Supported by heavy artillery fire their lines rolled endlessly on and
hurled themselves against the barbed-wire fences. For a short time it almost seemed, as if they would break through by sheer weight of
numbers. At that critical moment, however, our reserves succeeded in executing a flanking
movement. Surprised and caught in a deadly cross-fire, the Russian line wavered and finally
they fled in disorder."