RETREAT

“There’s a battery snug in the spinney, A French ‘seventy-five’ in the mine, A big ‘nine-point-two’ in the village, Three miles to the rear of the line. The gunners will clean them at dawning, And slumber beside them all day, But the guns chant a chorus at sunset, And then you should hear what they say.” THE hour was one o’clock in the afternoon, and a slight rain was now…

LOOS

The dead men lay on the cellar stair, Toll of the bomb that found them there; In the streets men fell as a bullock drops, Sniped from the fringe of Hulluch copse. And stiff in khaki the boys were laid— Food of the bullet and hand-grenade— This we saw when the charge was done, And the East grew pale to the rising sun In the town of Loos in the…

A NIGHT IN LOOS

“Never see good in an enemy until you have defeated him.”—WAR PROVERB. TWILIGHT softened the gaunt corners of the ruined houses, and sheaves of shadows cowered in unfathomable corners. A wine shop, gashed and fractured, said “hush!” to us as we passed; the shell-holed streets gaped at the indifferent, unconcerned sky. “See the streets are yawning,” I said to my mate, Bill Teake. “That’s because they’re bored,” he replied. “Bill,”…

AT LOOS

“The wages of sin and a soldier is death.”—TRENCH PROVERB. FOR long I had looked on Loos from a distance, had seen the red-brick houses huddled together brooding under the shade of the massive Twin Towers, the giant sentinels of the German stronghold. Between me and the village lurked a thousand rifles and death-dealing maxims; out in the open no understanding could preserve a man from annihilation, luck alone could…

HOW MY COMRADES FARED

Seven supple lads and clean Sat down to drink one night, Sat down to drink at Nouex-les-Mines, Then went away to fight. Seven supple lads and clean Are finished with the fight; But only three at Nouex-les-Mines Sit down to drink to-night. FELAN went up the ladder of the assembly trench with a lighted cigarette in his mouth. Out on the open his first feeling was one of disappointment; to…

GERMANS AT LOOS

“Some’ow a dyin’ Alleymong don’t seem a real Alleymong; you ain’t able to ‘ate ‘im as you ought.”—BILL TEAKE’S PHILOSOPHY. FROM the day I left England up till the dawn of September 25th I never met a German, and I had spent seven months in France. At night when out on working-parties I saw figures moving out by the enemy trenches, mere shadows that came into view when an ephemeral…

ACROSS THE OPEN

“The firefly lamps were lighted yet, As we crossed the top of the parapet, But the East grew pale to another fire, As our bayonets gleamed by the foeman’s wire. And the Eastern sky was gold and grey, And under our feet the dead men lay, As we entered Loos in the morning.” THE moment had come when it was unwise to think. The country round Loos was like a…

OVER THE TOP

Was it only yesterday Lusty comrades marched away? Now they’re covered up with clay. Hearty comrades these have been, But no more will they be seen Drinking wine at Nouex-les-Mines. A BRAZIER glowed on the floor of the trench and I saw fantastic figures in the red blaze; the interior of a vast church lit up with a myriad candles, and dark figures kneeling in prayer in front of their…

BEFORE THE CHARGE

Before I joined the Army I lived in Donegal, Where every night the Fairies, Would hold their carnival. But now I’m out in Flanders, Where men like wheat-ears fall, And it’s Death and not the Fairies Who is holding carnival. I POKED my head through the upper window of our billet and looked down the street. An ominous calm brooded over the village, the trees which lined the streets stood…

Moxibustion

Traditional Chinese Medicine is a medical system that incorporates numerous methods for treating disease and illness. One of the tools found in the toolbox of the TCM practitioner is known as moxibustion. Moxibustion is a technique that involves the burning of mugwort, known as moxa, which is an herb that facilitates healing. The purpose of moxibustion is to stimulate the flow of Qi (pronounced “chee”), strengthen the blood and maintain…