Thomas Witham ["Tales of the V.C."], item 5

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Then, as if in answer to the question, a smoke shell burst close

in front of them, and the emplacement was blotted out by an

eddying of smoke.

  Before his companions realised what was in 

his mind Witham, the private had scrambled out of the shell-

hole and was racing through the smoke toward the ruins.

  At the appointed time the barrage lifted, and

the Coldstreamers rose and walked behind it up the bare slope

of Pilkem Ridge. 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. Private 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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Then, as if in answer to the question, a smoke shell burst close

in front of them, and the emplacement was blotted out by an

eddying of smoke.

  Before his companions realised what was in 

his mind Witham, the private had scrambled out of the shell-

hole and was racing through the smoke toward the ruins.

  At the appointed time the barrage lifted, and

the Coldstreamers rose and walked behind it up the bare slope

of Pilkem Ridge. 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. Private 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 20, 2018 03:20:13 Thomas A. Lingner

    Then, as if in answer to the question, a smoke shell burst close

    in front of them, and the emplacement was blotted out by an

    eddying of smoke.

      Before his companions realised what was in 

    his mind Witham, the private had scrambled out of the shell-

    hole and was racing through the smoke toward the ruins.

      At the appointed time the barrage lifted, and

    the Coldstreamers rose and walked behind it up the bare slope

    of Pilkem Ridge. 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. Private 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.


  • January 20, 2018 03:19:20 Thomas A. Lingner
  • January 20, 2018 03:18:30 Thomas A. Lingner

    Then, as if in answer to the question, a smoke shell burst close

    in front of them, and the emplacement was blotted out by an

    eddying of smoke.

      Before his companions realised what was in 

    his mind Witham, the private had scrambled out of the shell-

    hole and was racing through the smoke toward the ruins.

      At the appointed time the barrage lifted, and

    the Coldstreamers rose and walked behind it up the bare slope

    of Pilkem Ridge. But the machine gun was silent, and no

    bullets came out of the ruins to sweep their ranks as they advanced.



  • January 18, 2018 04:28:32 Thomas A. Lingner

    Then, as if in answer to the question, a smoke shell burst close

    in front of them, and the emplacement was blotted out by an

    eddying of smoke.

      Before his companions realised what was in 

    his mind Witham, the private had scrambled out of the shell-

    hole and was racing through the smoke toward the ruins.

      At the appointed time the barrage lifted, and

    the Coldstreamers rose and walked behind it up the bare slope

    of Pilkem Ridge. 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. Private 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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    Pilckem Ridge, near Ypres

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