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...bull that has been bled and hurt by picadores and banderilleros charges a matador with fresh power and fury,* Russia's lumbering Army, baffled and beaten at Suomussalmi last fortnight, last week hurled itself against the Finns in another sector. Strengthened by reinforcements, a division that had dug itself in near Salla on the north-central front began moving westward, heading for Kemijärvi, which a small Russian force occupied momentarily in the first week of the war (TIME, Dec. 18). The Finns gave way. By week's end the Russians were within 13 miles of Kemij...
Great Britain last week made two more demonstrations of Empire solidarity against Hitlerism. The first troops from India arrived in a British-held sector of the French front: an all-Moslem contingent of about 200 with their own cooks, water carriers, religious teachers, food-rice, turmeric, ginger, ghi (clarified butter). British supply officers set out to buy livestock, chiefly goats, for the Moslems to slaughter in their own pure...
Romains next provides a piece of war realism that belongs with the most gagging examples: a description of a trench on an other sector of the front, cut through a graveyard on a hill smashed and harrowed into a corpsy pudding by gunfire. The next chapter is a letter from Jerphanion to his wife in which he tells her of the rumor that G. H. Q. is about to form "shock troop" battalions, of his canny hope of getting a job in the rear as an instructor. The camera now turns to General Duroure, who is about to take...
Along the front there is something in the air. Jerphanion is moved back to a reserve position, blessedly peaceful. During February the Army hears slightly intensified artillery fire from the Verdun sector, hears news that French guns are being sent...
...Battle is a great showpiece of Remains' descriptive powers, but this second part of the book is, no more than the first, merely another work of realism intended to horrify readers with the horror of war. The pitiful French advance positions pulverized over a sector miles wide, miles deep by a bombardment of unheard of intensity; the silence finally falling "like a sheet laid upon the face of a dead man," the grey German assault lines straggling like smoke wisps from their trenches, slowly growing into trudging multitudes: from all this Remains turns to French headquarters, where a stiff...