Word: bayonetings
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...Then came the long expected new attack. The hell we had been hearing from the right flank broke loose all along the front. From all sides the murderous rebels were leading their freebooters into the bayonet attack. Among them we could see many women with rifles in their hands. . . . We were strained to the utmost. Our nerves were breaking ... the situation was critical, hopeless . . . then came the Stukas bringing ammunition, but the enemy is far superior, many times superior. In the end it is no longer possible to prevent them from capturing all our positions in the southern part...
...task was pursuit and capture. "On a slight ridge overlooking the battlefield," wrote Correspondent Belden, "I heard a voice shout: 'Look, prisoners, thousands of them.' Down below me, out of the smoke veiling scattered olive trees, I saw a black mass of figures advancing. A Britisher with bayonet over his shoulder, a wide grin on his face, headed the column of 2,000 prisoners. The Italians wore non descript dress: some blue, some grey, some brown, some in knickers, some in shorts, some in long pants, one without any pants. At the end of the column were about...
...units borrowed British sappers to teach them mine-spotting techniques. The men of the II Corps learned what they had often been told, but needed to be shown: that artillery barrages are not enough; the enemy must be driven from his foxholes at the point of the bayonet. They learned that some objectives call for casualties, and if the objective is worth taking, so are the casualties, cruel as they...
...quiet. In blank black, a calm voice speaks: At Zero-minus-thirty the barrage begins. At the same moment the sappers will move for ward. . . . At 10 o'clock the infantry will advance. In quiet and darkness a single file of helmeted sappers goes up the line; next, bayonet-bearing infantry, slowly, then faster. These are not actors. The faces are childlike rather than grim; be wildered, never fierce. Then the artillery command is barked, shouted, repeated, roared, amplified: FIRE! The barrage has begun...
...George Finch starts out with a 34 year old chassis and a 106 aptitude rating and finds the Army rough sledding for the first weeks. He finally gets into the swing, imagines he is knifing the cook, the sergeant, and the company clerk during a bayonet drill and ends up cursing the three-striper himself and getting away with...