"AT THEM AGAIN"
.STORY OP THE LANCERS' CHAKGB. One of the most stirring stories waa told by a private of the 12th Lancers of work dono by tho famous crack cavalry regiment on tho eve of the advance of the British Army after the retreat from lions. The engagement took place on August 28, and in his notable message published on August 31 Sir John French referred to it in the follow, ing terms: On the 28th the British Cavalry Brigade, under General Chotwode, fought a brilliant action with tho German cavalry, in the course of which the 12th lancers and the Royal Scot« Greys routed tho enemy and speared large numbers in flight. The Lancer who now for the first time relates some of the details of the events of the 28th of August was, with other members of the C Squadron, quietly resting near an old French chateau. Near the chateau was a pretty little village, with its restaurants, and here, as well as in tho open fields, the cavalrymen were regaling themselves, and the horses drinking in the moat, when a French patrol dashed into the village and i informed the officer in command that tho ' Germans were advancing near Meaui. In a moment all was stir and excitement; within a few minutes all the horses had been saddled and mounted, and off the squadron cantered through tho village and to the edge of another, where they camo into touch with tho enemy. '' On the brow of a hill." the Lancer went on to say. " the enemy's Bquadrons were advancing in swarms. Ordered into action by our colonel, wo dismounted, and after I getting into the firing line wo rattled off J about 20 rounds at a range of about 700 yds. Moanwhile thn J Battery of the Royal Horso Artillery came up on our left, and began ! doing some fine work wih thoir shells, while I the B Squadron of the 12th I/ancers galloped up and worked away on tho right Bank. We shifted the enemy from thoir position, and our colonol gave the order to mount and advance to the next ridge. Working our way round the foot of the hill we met no opposition, but wo had hardly got. to tho top of the ridge when we found ■Fbo place infested with Uhlans. I —Colonel's Horso Bhot Under Him.— " Never hesitating one moment, the colonel shouted 'C Squadron, charge!' With our lances set and with a lusty yell we dashed straight for them. Our squadron officer was shot dead, and the colonel had his horse shot under him. We charged through the enemy and rallied, then charged through i them again, and again rallied. Most of the | enemv were now on the ground or prisoners t of war. When we rallied the next time I i saw our colonel standing alon« amid tho carI uago. 'At them again, boys/ he shouted, | 'and spear them!' Then for the third or ■ fourth time we charged, and polished off all 1 those who remained and were resisting. All . this was done under the magnificent rapport I of the ,T Battery of the Royal Horse Artillery. , —Uhlans' Base Treachery.— "What do I think of the Uhlans? At close quarters they are cowards, and they did some dirty work. In our charges the lives of three of them were spared. They appealed to us for pardon and mercy, and threw down their lances. We spared them, but the backs of some of our fellows had , scarcely been turned when they drew revolJ vers and shot two or threo of our men in the back. There was no more talk of
mercy. Their Wains vrcro blown out on the spot. We accounted for about 300 of them in the successive charges, and bad no raoro , trouble with them that day." Fierce and terrible though the fighting of some of tbo squadrons of the Lancers was on that day, it U characteristic of a typical British cavalryman's disregard for danger | that, it was not considered a particularly ' " hot corner." —Every Man for Himself.— "Tbo wannest bit of work I was ever in," proceeded this imperturbable Lancer, "was when I was injured. Some seven or eight of us and about tho same number of Hussars wore on patrol in a Tillage. Wo had dismounted, and wcro talking over matters, when quite unexpectedly some shrapnel shells burnt over our heads and brought down some of the cottages. Our officer hurried up to us and ordered us to mount and retire. When we had all mounted ho shouted : ' Gal. lop away; every man for himself.' I just remember being hit in tho left, thigh first. At the same moment tho old mare seemed to falter a little. The enemy hod our ranee to a. yard, and again and again the shells burst anions and above us, bringing some of the fellows down, nun and horse. Thou something struck me in the right hip, but wo kept on, and after five or ten minutes' ride we came on our own regiment dismounted for action. I think about seven or eight of us got through." When afterwards examined under tho cover of a haystack this man's clothes wero found soaked in blood, ajid amid a handful of articles clotted together by his own blood he found a grim relic of tbo adventure in the shape of tho shraonel bullet which had pierced his thigh'. With a smile he (aid, after narrating his story: "I am waiting for tho other to be extracted in order to make a brooch or a pair of earrings for my wife!" "I don't fupposc you'd care- to part with \ it," remarked a medical officer who was at bis bedside when ho was completing hiR nar- ' ratfve. "Not for a thousand pound?," was! his reply.
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"AT THEM AGAIN", Evening Star, Issue 15665, 2 December 1914
"AT THEM AGAIN" Evening Star, Issue 15665, 2 December 1914
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