war and the future-第19节
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hot cylinder is put here; dropped there; rolls to its next
appointed spot; is chopped up and handed on; the swift passage to
the cooling crude; pinkish…purple shell shape。 Down a long line
one sees in perspective a practical symmetry; of furnace and
machine group and the shells marching on from this first series
of phases to undergo the long succession of operations; machine
after machine; across the great width of the shed in which eighty
per cent of the workers are women。 There is a thick dust of
sounds in the air; a rumble of shafting; sudden thuddings;
clankings; and M。 Citroen has to raise his voice。 He points out
where he has made little changes in procedures; cut out some
wasteful movement。。。。 He has an idea and makes a note in the
ever…ready notebook。
There is a beauty about all these women; there is extraordinary
grace in their finely adjusted movements。 I have come from an
after…lunch coffee upon the boulevards and from watching the ugly
fashion of our time; it is a relief to be reminded that most
women can after all be beautifulif only they would not 〃dress。〃
these women wear simple overalls and caps。 In the cap is a
rosette。 Each shed has its own colour of rosette。
〃There is much esprit de corps here;〃 says M。 Citroen。
〃And also;〃 he adds; showing obverse as well as reverse of the
world's problem of employment and discipline; 〃we can see at once
if a woman is not in her proper shed。〃
Across the great sheds under the shaftinghow fine it must look
at night!the shells march; are shaped; cut; fitted with copper
bands; calibrated; polished; varnished。。。。
Then we go on to another system of machines in which lead is
reduced to plastic ribbons and cut into shrapnel bullets as the
sweetstuff makers pull out and cut up sweetstuff。 And thence
into a warren of hot underground passages in which run the power
cables。 There is not a cable in the place that is not
immediately accessible to the electricians。 We visit the dynamos
and a vast organisation of switchboards。。。。
These things are more familiar to M。 Citroen than they are to me。
He wants me to understand; but he does not realise that I would
like a little leisure to wonder。 What is interesting him just
now; because it is the newest thing; is his method of paying his
workers。 He lifts a hand gravely: 〃I said; what we must do is
abolish altogether the counting of change。〃
At a certain hour; he explained; came pay…time。 The people had
done; it was to his interest and their that they should get out
of the works as quickly as possible and rest and amuse
themselves。 He watched them standing in queues at the wickets
while inside someone counted; so many francs; so many centimes。
It bored him to see this useless; tiresome waiting。 It is
abolished。 Now at the end of each week the worker goes to a
window under the initial of his name; and is handed a card on
which these items have been entered:
Balance from last week。
So many hours at so much。
Premiums。
The total is so many francs; so many centimes。 This is divided
into the nearest round number; 100; 120; 80 francs as the case
may be; and a balance of the odd francs and centimes。 The latter
is carried forward to the next week's account。 At the bottom of
the card is a tear…off coupon with a stamp; coloured to indicate
the round sum; green; let us say; for 100; blue for 130 francs。
This is taken to a wicket marked 100 or 130 as the case may be;
and there stands a cashier with his money in piles of 100 or 130
francs counted ready to hand; he sweeps in the coupon; sweeps out
the cash。 〃/Next!/〃
I became interested in the worker's side of this organisation。 I
insist on seeing the entrances; the clothes…changing places; the
lavatories; and so forth of the organisation。 As we go about we
pass a string of electric trolleys steered by important…looking
girls; and loaded with shell; finished as far as these works are
concerned and on their way to the railway siding。 We visit the
hospital; for these works demand a medical staff。 It is not only
that men and women faint or fall ill; but there are accidents;
burns; crushings; and the like。 The war casualties begin already
here; and they fall chiefly among the women。 I saw a wounded
woman with a bandaged face sitting very quietly in the corner。
The women here face danger; perhaps not quite such obvious danger
as the women who; at the next stage in the shell's career; make
and pack the explosives in their silk casing; but quite
considerable risk。 And they work with a real enthusiasm。 They
know they are fighting the Bloches as well as any men。 Certain
of them wear Russian decorations。 The women of this particular
factory have been thanked by the Tsar; and a number of
decorations were sent by him for distribution among them。
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The shell factory and the explosives shed stand level with the
drill yard as the real first stage in one of the two essential
/punches/ in modern war。 When one meets the shell again it
is being unloaded from the railway truck into an ammunition dump。
And here the work of control is much more the work of a good
traffic manager than of the old…fashioned soldier。
The dump I best remember I visited on a wet and windy day。 Over
a great space of ground the sidings of the rail…head spread; the
normal gauge rail…head spread out like a fan and interdigitated
with the narrow gauge lines that go up practically to the guns。
And also at the sides camions were loading; and an officer from
the Midi in charge of one of these was being dramatically
indignant at five minutes' delay。 Between these two sets of
lines; shells were piled of all sizes; I should think some
hundreds of thousands of shells altogether; wet and shining in
the rain。 French reservists; soldiers from Madagascar; and some
Senegalese were busy at different points loading and unloading
the precious freights。 A little way from me were despondent…
looking German prisoners handling timber。 All this dump was no
more than an eddy as it were in the path of the shell from its
birth from the steel bars near Paris to the accomplishment of its
destiny in the destruction or capture of more Germans。
And next the visitor meets the shell coming up upon a little
trolley to the gun。 He sees the gunners; as drilled and precise
as the men he saw at the forges; swing out the breech block and
run the shell; which has met and combined with its detonators and
various other industrial products since it left the main dump;
into the gun。 The breech closes like a safe door; and hides the
shell from the visitor。 It is 〃good…bye。〃 He receives
exaggerated warning of the danger to his ears; stuffs his fingers
into them; and opens his mouth as instructed; hears a loud but by
no means deafening report; and sees a spit of flame near the
breech。 Regulations of a severe character prevent his watching
from an aeroplane the delivery of the goods upon the customers
opposite。
I have already described the method of locating enemy guns and so
forth by photography。 Many of the men at this work are like
dentists rather than soldiers; they are busy in carefully lit
rooms; they wear white overalls; they have clean hands and
laboratory manners。 The only really romantic figure in the whole
of this process; the only figure that has anything of the old
soldierly swagger about him still; is the aviator。 And; as one
friend remarked to me when I visited the work of the British
flying corps; 〃The real essential strength of this arm is the
organisation of its repairs。 Here is one of the repair vans
through which our machine guns go。 It is a motor workshop on
wheels。 But at any time all this park; everything; can pack up
and move forward like Barnum and Bailey's Circus。 The machine
guns come through this shop in rotation; they go out again;
cleaned; repaired; made new again。 Since we got all that working
we have heard nothing of a machine gun jamming in any air fight
at all。〃。。。
The rest of the career of the shell after it has left the gun one
must imagine chiefly from the incoming shell from the enemy。 You
see suddenly a flying up of earth and stones and anything else
that is movable in the neighbourhood of the shell…burst; the
instantaneous unfolding of a dark cloud of dust and reddish
smoke; which comes very quickly to a certain size and then begins
slowly to fray out and blow away。 Then; after seeing the cloud
of the burst you hear the hiss of the shell's approach; and
finally you are hit by the sound of the explosion。 This is the
climax and end of the life history of any shell that is not a dud
shell。 Afterwards the battered fuse may serve as some
journalist's paper…weight。 The rest is scrap iron。
Such is; so to speak; the primary process of modern warfare。 I
will not draw the obvious pacifist moral of the intense folly of
human concentration upon such a process。 The Germans willed it。
We Allies have but obeyed the German will for warfare because we
could not do otherwise; we have taken up this simple game of
shell delivery; and we are teaching them that we can play it
better; in the hope that so we and the world may be freed from
the German will…t