First From the Front-Harold Ashton
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Section one of First From the Front by This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. First from the front by Harold Ashton. War correspondent of the Daily News. Introduction and chapters one and two of In this brief book I have lifted a very small corner of the curtain of war and To tell of my adventures a week in the North Sea and a breathless score of days in northern France. I have touched upon both tragedy and comedy as they came my way, and The tragedy is terrible enough, for I have put it down plainly and unvarnished. From tragedy to comedy it is but a step Along the gloomiest corridor of life, one sees the flash of the cap and hears the rattle of the bells.
Otherwise it would be unbearable. And if my little bell would seem to jangle out of tune, I cannot help it, said The bell was there, and Now and again it rang, and And some of us smiled at the music of it.
How does the narrator begin the war story in Section One?
Signed Harold Ashton London is Autumn nineteen fourteen. Chapter one Looking for trouble. I am dreaming over Walter Pater's exquisite cameo of Dennis Loxero when the telegram comes from Whisking me off to the world of war. No more dreams, or A rush and a scramble to catch the flying Scotsman. No time for the elaborate kit of the war correspondent of fiction. A jumble of soldiers scrambling, like me, into the train, and Everything excitement, everybody eager. The train settling speedily down to grim business, and Presently roaring northward through the dreamy, sunny water meadows of the green midlands. Halting impatiently at York and Doncaster and Newcastle to pick up more soldiers who tumble into the train, buttoning up their new tunics, and
Wrestling with their bright brown leather straps, their All keen. Average. The blood races with the racing train My pulses are jumping as we hum along. The great game is beginning. Adventure is afoot. Even now, as we cross the border, swinging by brown jagged old castles with the scars of ancient battles still showing upon rampart and turret, the The first clang of the toxin may be ringing across the plateau of the North Sea. And the German warlord flinging his grim battle line of fighting ships across and across to our anxious coastline. The talk in the train is all war talk. The mildest passenger with his rug round his knees and his gold Ponze trembling on his nose thumps his tea basket and argues passionately on tactics, strategy, gun caliber, submarines, torpedoes, admirals, and
Butterflies were his hobby until an hour or so ago, and And now, as we swing into the North British station at Edinburgh, dragonflies, even dragons would not satisfy him. He has caught the fever, like all of us, said In Edinburgh, most glorious of cities to me was The battle picture spreads out alluringly. Prince's Street in the bright evening shine is alive with soldiery and ringing with cheers as the Highland regiments march by, their kilted knees rising and falling rhythmically to the magic music of the pipes. A long, slim racing car awaits me at the station, and It flashes me in next to no time to Rossythe, the naval base, and I am among my old comrades of the navy once again. What a race it has been from London town, said
A few hours ago, dreaming with dear delightful Dennis in a sunny garden in Maidervale. And now the fourth bridge towering its majestic heights overhead. Its traffic held up and khaki sentinels marching slowly with drawn bayonets along the four foot way. Tiny little men with bayonets no bigger than needles at that great height. Lily Putians of War
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Chapters
7 chapters
1
What is the opening Shopify advertisement about?
0:00–2:09
2
How does the narrator begin the war story in Section One?
2:09–1:10:31
3
What events conclude Chapter One and lead into Chapter Two?
1:10:31–2:25:49
4
How did the artillery duel unfold during the thunderstorm?
2:25:49–2:51:28
5
What happened to the Belgian soldier who was bayoneted by the Germans?
2:51:28–3:19:36
6
How does the narrator transition from chapter twelve to section seven?
3:19:36–4:07:02
7
What events occur in the forest of Cressy and the subsequent battles?
4:07:02–4:55:04