THE “STICK IN THE MUDS"
NICKNAME WON BY A GREAT FIGHT. Unenviable as a rule, ‘‘stick-in-the-muds ” is a nickname hy which a certain regimental battalion is proud to be known. They are tho. Grenadier Guards, and how they came to earn their title is related hy a private of that regiment, who is now recovering from wounds ia hospital. The engagement in which the private took part is vividly described in hie own words ; “ For two whole days the rain came down oa ns in bucketfuls. At one point tents wore floating around like yachts. ■Swimming after your tilings when you wake up "isn’t au* aid to quick dressing. Most of us lay in our clothes the first i right and the second, and we were soaked right through to tho skin. It was just when things wore at their worst that tho Germans made up their mind to pay us a courtesy call in the early morning. Wo were lying in the trenches with chattering teeth, between which we were muttering prayers for only a spoonful of brandy or whisky or rum to put somo life and heat into our bodies, when there canto an awful rumpus outside, and tho pickets were driven in as though a team of mad bulls were after them. “Tho fighting was as hot as anyone could want, or wish it to be. The. Germans wore in good fighting form—never better, if you ask me. They came right up to where wo lay. firing from tho hip, as they always do, but, they took steadier aim, and their shots didn’t go so wide as they used to. Then they canto on with the bayonet, and there was as lovely a set-to as over you saw. On the rainsoaked ground it was hard enough to keep a toothold, but if you are after a really tough job just try a little bayonet exercise, with a mob of German heavyweights dancing around trying to give you an odd jab. That'll give you an idea of what wo came through. “As a, rule we don’t like- to bo called such a thing at any time, but wc were proud that morning after it. was all over when tks Brigadier called ns the old “stick-in-the-muds.” Mind you, wo had to anchor ourselves in a foot or more of mud to hold our ground against tho heavy masses they kept pouring on top of ue, juab as if they wore tobogganing down hill into us. V.'o didn’t get'swept away, anyhow, but the Germans did, and you can take my word for it they were a sight for soro eyes when it was over. “ The hottest thing wo had in South Africa was frostbitten compared with what’s going on out there. I have my own opinions about how long it’s likely to last, but one thing is cortain—it will add to the reputation of our Army as the best fighting fore? in the world. That won’t pleas® the Kaiser, but there’s a lot of unpleasant things he’ll have to put op Tf}t3t fe«i*TQ it’s ail done with. Fro «my o»e thing to ask onr people, and that’s that they won’t neglect our loved ones, especially the kiddies at Christmastime, for it’ll be a black Christmas for many of them with their fathers at tho war, or maybe in their graves. Somebody ought to play Santa Claus for them.”
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THE “STICK IN THE MUDS", Evening Star, Issue 15668, 5 December 1914
THE “STICK IN THE MUDS" Evening Star, Issue 15668, 5 December 1914
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