Darkest Hour (13 page)

'It's deserted,' said Sykes. 'There's chickens and
geese wandering about. Cats too, and a couple of dogs tied up on chains. They
all look very sorry for themselves.'

'For God's sake,' muttered Tanner. When he had
finished milking the second cow he went to the lieutenant.

'That place is empty, sir,' he said, jerking a thumb
towards the farm, 'and there's two dogs chained up. Shall I set them free or
shoot them?'

'Set them free. They'll probably eat the chickens but
at least it'll give them a chance.'

Tanner and Sykes did so, then rejoined the others. The
milking completed, they walked back to the road, where the remainder of the
platoon was still resting.

'I found that more depressing than anything I've seen
all day,' said Peploe. 'I know civilians are innocent but we humans are to
blame for all this. The animals have no say at all, and to leave them like
that, well, it's cruel.'

Just then two shots rang out, the second followed
instantly by the yelp of a dog. A few moments later CSM Blackstone was walking
purposefully down the road towards them. 'We're moving into the village, sir,'
he said, as he approached Peploe. 'T Company are to billet in this farm here.
Officers and senior NCOs in the house, junior NCOs and ORs in the
outbuildings.'

'What was that shooting, CSM?' Peploe asked.

'Two stray dogs, sir.'

'On whose orders?'

'Colonel Corner's, sir, which presumably came down
from Brigade. All dogs to be shot. Can't have them running astray and going
feral on us.' He glanced down the road, then turned back to Peploe. 'There's an
officers' meeting in fifteen minutes, sir, with the divisional OC. Battalion HQ
is in the large house next to the church.'

There was a weary cheer from the men at the news they
would be marching no further that night. Slowly they got to their feet, slung
rifles over shoulders and hitched packs and haversacks back onto their webbing.
Peploe headed off to Battalion Headquarters, leaving Tanner in charge of the
platoon. When he saw 12 Platoon, ahead, set off through the village to the
farm, Tanner led his men through the field and into the yard. As he had hoped,
they were the first platoon in the company to reach their billet.

He scouted the buildings and chose a large, high-
pitched barn for his men. Just outside in the yard there was a well, while
inside, at one end there were old carts and farm equipment, and along one wall
a series of wooden stalls. Above, he found a hay loft, in which there was still
plenty of last year's hay and straw. He put his kit in one of the stalls,
called the men in and ordered them to bring down some straw to sleep on.

He had just got his own makeshift bedding ready when
there were shouts from across the yard. Hurrying out, he saw a number of men
running to a small storehouse. Shouts and cheers floated out to him. Tanner
strode over. The men had broken open a large vat of cider they had discovered
in an outhouse off the yard. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' he
shouted. 'Get out now, all of you.'

'But, Sarge,' said one of the men, 'the CSM said we
could take anything we found outside the house.'

'Come on, Sarge,' said another. 'You can't begrudge us
a little drink.'

'I can and I do,' said Tanner. 'First, this is theft.
Second, we might be fighting tomorrow and, believe me, you don't want a
hangover then. All of you, get out. Now!'

Grumbling, and with angry glances of resentment, the
men shuffled out. Tanner waited for the last to go, then went inside and did
his best to put the room back in order.

A few minutes later, a shadow fell across the
threshold. 'How dare you undermine my authority like that?' said Blackstone.

'That wasn't my intention,' said Tanner, facing him
squarely. 'I didn't believe you'd have let the men drink freely when we're so
close to the front, so I stopped them until I'd had a chance to speak to you
and confirm that you'd given them permission.'

Blackstone smiled mirthlessly. 'Are you suggesting I
don't know my own men?'

'I'm not suggesting anything, CSM. I'm saying that to
let exhausted men drink the local Belgian hooch and get themselves puggled when
we could be called on to fight the enemy at any moment is hardly sensible.'

Blackstone took a step towards Tanner, and pushed him
in the chest. Tanner stiffened with anger. 'Always the bloody same with you,
isn't it, Jack?' said Blackstone. 'Pushing your nose in where it's not wanted,
thinking you know it all. The lads deserve a bit of grog. It won't harm them
and I don't need you putting your sodding little paw in and telling me how to
run the company.'

'I don't have to listen to this,' said Tanner, moving
towards the door. But Blackstone blocked him.

'Oh no you don't, Jack. I haven't said you can leave.'

'For God's sake, you can't tell me you're thinking of
the men. You're just currying favour - showing them what a good bloke you are.
If you really worried about them, you'd make sure they got their heads down and
were bright and fresh for tomorrow.'

At this, Blackstone grinned. 'Oh dear, Jack, you
really don't get it, do you?' He leaned closer and hissed, 'I told you, I'm the
one in charge around here and I mean it.'

'I ought to knock you down right now,' snarled Tanner.

'Go ahead and try, Jack.' He stepped aside and Tanner,
his face taut with rage, pushed past him.

Damn it, damn it, damn
it!
He needed to calm down, he
knew, because right now anger could get the better of him. He went across the
yard, making for the field, hoping to find somewhere quiet to regain his
composure.

'Ah, Tanner, there you are!'

Tanner turned to see Lieutenant Peploe emerge from the
farmhouse. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, Tanner walked towards him,
saluting as he reached him.

I’ve got good news,' said Peploe. 'That is, good news
for you but rather disastrous for me.' He took off his cap, squinted, and put
it back on again. 'We've now been officially absorbed into First Battalion. As
of now, we're D Company, although we're going to lose our fourth platoon.'

'It's under strength anyway, sir, so that won't make
much difference.'

'Yes, but it's going to join B Company and be brought
up to two full sections. And this is where you come in. There aren't enough
officers, so someone needs to be promoted to platoon sergeant-major and take
command of that platoon. It's a WO III post.'

Tanner felt his mood lighten. 'And move across to B
Company?'

'Yes. As you're the senior sergeant in the company
it'll almost certainly be you.'

There was no denying he was the senior sergeant - and
by some margin too.

'I see, sir,' he said. He wanted to laugh with relief.
Of course, he'd be sorry to leave Sykes and the others, and even Lieutenant
Peploe, but the chance to get well away from Blackstone was like the answer to
his prayers.

'Bloody hard luck on me, though,' added Peploe, 'but I
can see that you more than deserve your chance.'

'Thank you, sir.'

'And you've done a good job getting everyone settled
in. I'm afraid it's still a bit unclear what's going on but it seems the French
First Army have been getting into trouble to the south of here and so have the
Belgians to the north ever since the Dutch surrender, so although our chaps
have been doing well, we've all got to fall back to keep in line with the
others. Tomorrow we're moving up not to the river Senne but to the
Brussels-Charleroi canal. We're going to hold the line there while the rest of
One and Two Corps fall back through our position. It wasn't clear to me at
first which was the canal and which was the river, but I found them both on my
map eventually.'

'At least you've got a map, sir. The lack of them
seems to be a feature of this war.'

Tanner left Peploe and went back to the barn, where he
lay down on the straw and closed his eyes. He had joked with the lieutenant
about the maps but, really, it was no laughing matter. He couldn't shake off
the thought that, once again, the Army had been sent to fight a campaign
without the right tools for the job. He reminded himself that at least this
time they were better equipped. He had seen plenty of guns - heard them too -
and there seemed to be transport on the roads, even if they had been made to
march. Nonetheless, it had been a disquieting couple of days - today
especially, with the refugees clogging the roads, and enemy aircraft appearing
to dominate the skies. And the British Army was on the retreat - again.

Tanner chided himself.
Just get on with
it, man.
There was no point in worrying about matters that were
beyond his control. Instead he thought about the platoon he would soon be
commanding. A life without Blackstone, now that was a prospect to lift the
spirits. This evening, or perhaps the next day, he would be free of the man.