Thomas Witham ["Tales of the V.C."], item 3

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But the machine gun was silent, and no bullets came out of the

ruins to sweep their ranks as they advanced.

Then the men of the leading wave reached the ruins, they saw in a

shell-hole a strange group of four men. On one side of it, with their

hands held stiffly above their heads, sat two disheveled Germans, one

of them an officer, a look of pained surprise still upon their faces.

On the other sat Private Witham, his finger on the trigger of a

revolver which had until recently been the property of an officer in

the German army. Sprawled uncomfortably at the bottom of the

shell-hole and groaning piteously, lay the third member of the

machine gun's crew. Pte Witham's tactics had evidently been

somewhat unorthodox, but they had proved exceedingly effective.

The machine-gun itself, its barrel still warm, had been

overturned in the struggle, and lay on it's [sic] side on the rim of

the shell-hole.

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But the machine gun was silent, and no bullets came out of the

ruins to sweep their ranks as they advanced.

Then the men of the leading wave reached the ruins, they saw in a

shell-hole a strange group of four men. On one side of it, with their

hands held stiffly above their heads, sat two disheveled Germans, one

of them an officer, a look of pained surprise still upon their faces.

On the other sat Private Witham, his finger on the trigger of a

revolver which had until recently been the property of an officer in

the German army. Sprawled uncomfortably at the bottom of the

shell-hole and groaning piteously, lay the third member of the

machine gun's crew. Pte Witham's tactics had evidently been

somewhat unorthodox, but they had proved exceedingly effective.

The machine-gun itself, its barrel still warm, had been

overturned in the struggle, and lay on it's [sic] side on the rim of

the shell-hole.


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  • January 18, 2018 04:31:30 Thomas A. Lingner

    But the machine gun was silent, and no bullets came out of the

    ruins to sweep their ranks as they advanced.

    Then the men of the leading wave reached the ruins, they saw in a

    shell-hole a strange group of four men. On one side of it, with their

    hands held stiffly above their heads, sat two disheveled Germans, one

    of them an officer, a look of pained surprise still upon their faces.

    On the other sat Private Witham, his finger on the trigger of a

    revolver which had until recently been the property of an officer in

    the German army. Sprawled uncomfortably at the bottom of the

    shell-hole and groaning piteously, lay the third member of the

    machine gun's crew. Pte Witham's tactics had evidently been

    somewhat unorthodox, but they had proved exceedingly effective.

    The machine-gun itself, its barrel still warm, had been

    overturned in the struggle, and lay on it's [sic] side on the rim of

    the shell-hole.


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  • 50.8798343||2.8880638000000545||

    Pilckem Ridge, near Ypres

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  • Story location Pilckem Ridge, near Ypres


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Jeremy Arter
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