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THEY SHALL NOT PASS
THEY
SHALL NOT PASS
BY
FRANK H. SIMONDS
AUTHOR OF "THE GREAT WAR"
Garden City New York
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1916
Copyright, 1916, by
Doubleday, Page & Company
All rights reserved, including that of
translation into foreign languages,
including the Scandinavian
COPYRIGHT, 1916, THE TRIBUNE ASS'N.
Grateful acknowledgment is hereby made to the New York Tribune for permission to reprint these articles in book form.
CONTENTS
| PAGE | ||
| I. | My Trip to Verdun—General Pétain Face to Face | 3 |
| The men who hold the line—what their faces told of the past and the future of France. | ||
| II. | My Trip to Verdun—A Dying, Shell-Ridden City | 43 |
| The Vauban Citadel, in the shelter of which falling shells cannot find you—houses and blocks that are vanishing hourly—"but William will not come"—war that is invisible—a luncheon underground with a toast to America—the last courtesy from a general and a host—nothing that was not beautiful. | ||
| III. | Battle of Verdun Another Gettysburg | 72 |
| Failure of Crown Prince likened by French to "high tide" of confederacy. | ||
| IV. | Verdun, the Door That Leads Nowhere | 95 |
| The battle and the topography of the battlefield—an analysis of the attack and defence. | ||
| V. | In Sight of the Promised Land—on the Lorraine Battlefield | 116 |
THEY SHALL NOT PASS
I
MY TRIP TO VERDUN—GENERAL PÉTAIN FACE TO FACEToC
THE MEN WHO HOLD THE LINE—WHAT THEIR FACES TOLD OF THE PAST AND THE FUTURE OF FRANCE
My road to Verdun ran through the Elysée Palace, and it was to the courtesy and interest of the President of the French Republic that I owed my opportunity to see the battle for the Meuse city at close range. Already through the kindness of the French General Staff I had seen the Lorraine and Marne battlegrounds and had been guided over these fields by officers who had shared in the opening battles that saved France. But Verdun was more difficult; there is little time for caring for the wandering correspondent when a decisive contest is going forward, and quite naturally the General Staff turned a deaf ear to my request.
Through the kindness of one of the many Frenchmen who gave time and effort to make my pilgrimage a success I was at last able to see M. Poincaré. Like our own American President, the French Chief Magistrate is never interviewed, and I mention this audience simply because it was one more and in a sense the final proof for me of the friendliness, the courtesy, the interest that the American will find to-day in France. I had gone to Paris, my ears filled with the warnings of those who told me that it was hard to be an American in Europe, in France, in the present hour. I had gone expecting, or at least fearing, that I should find it so.
Instead, from peasant to President I found only kindness, only gratitude, only a profound appreciation for all that Americans had individually done for France in the hour of her great trial. These things and one thing more I found: a very intense desire that Americans should be able to see for themselves; the Frenchman will not talk to you of what France has done, is doing; he shrinks from anything that might suggest the imitation of the German method of propaganda. In so far as it is humanly possible he would have you see the thing for yourself and testify out of your own mouth.
Thus it came about that all my difficulties vanished when I had been permitted to express to the President my desire to see Verdun and to go back to America—I was sailing within the week—able to report what I had seen with my own eyes of the decisive battle still going forward around the Lorraine city. Without further delay, discussion, it was promised that I should go to Verdun by motor, that I should go cared for by the French military authorities and that I should be permitted to see all that one could see at the moment of the contest.
We left Paris in the early afternoon; my companions were M. Henri Ponsot, chief of the Press Service of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and M. Hugues le Roux, a distinguished Frenchman of letters well known to many Americans. To start for the battlefield from a busy, peaceful city, to run for miles through suburbs as quiet and lacking in martial aspect as the regions beyond the Harlem, at home, was a thing that seemed almost unreal; but