Chapter Fourteen – Bad News
Behind the front lines, thousands of men on foot and on horses were arriving and dust rose high into the air from the dry earth. Wagons were being packed and g*n carriages arranged.
“You are going to be constructing Russian Saps,” the lieutenant explained to the company.
“I don’t know any Russian,” Albert interjected.
“Quiet Pioneer,” the sergeant scowled at Albert.
“They call them Russian Saps because the Russians invented them,” the lieutenant explained. “You will construct tunnels only a foot beneath the surface which our infantry can use when they attack the enemy trenches. However, you must speak of this to no-one, not even our own infantry. If the Germans hear of this plan, it will be disastrous.”
Albert and Grieve began work on their tunnel. There w
