Bisbee daily review., 1918-04-09
Another HLiad of Glory
 For c Homer

As the details of that first ten days of fighting that followed the beginning of the German drive March 2l begin to come in from the thrilled pens of the special writ CTS, one is convinced that a greater llliad of human glory could be written than that of Troy's plain if only there were Homer to write it. If only Ruydard Kipling, the Homer of the British army, were in his prime. What tales he could tell and what ballads he could sing of the heroism ot his countrymen during the last ten days of March.
 Out gunned and out numbered three and four to one, these British troops over a front extending from Arras to Le Fere, thirty-five miles at least, fought over every foot of ground in the twenty-Inile retreat and exacted price for 1t in German blood. Every wood and slope and farm house and village and redoubt had it's group of Brit ish heroes who fought to the last and of those who retreated slowly and 'doggedly with their faces to the foe The Londoner, the Scot, the Irish, the Australians the men from Yorkshire and Lancaster and the sweet Devon lanes, heroes, these, as brave as ever Ajax, Diofned or Achilles upon the plains of Troy.
 It was the thin fringe of the British rear guard that held the enemy back and smash ed his schedules and disrupted his plans and clogged the wheels of his clockwork. Story after story Is coming to light out of the pail of smoke that hangs over Picardy telling of valour never excelled by knight or man-at-arms of any nation of any age. Never was the stubborn British infantry more stubborn than here in the hour of England's greatest need. At Crecy, Agin- court, Blenheim, Waterloo, British hero ism against odds won undying fame, but upon not one of these immortal fields did English soldiers excel the deeds of their decendants of this day.
 One of these epic tales has to do with the holding of redoubt by battalion against three German regiments for two days and nights and then slow and deliberate retire ment in the face of attacking hordes, exact ing fearful toll for every backward step. And of how the Scots held village against odds of five to one while London men brought forward tractors and hauled all their heavy artillery off the field. And of the glorious eight days of fighting by cer- tain famous regimen! witn three centuries of tradition behind it. And of those grim and dextrous slayers, the machine gun com panies, scores and scores of which held out to the bitter end. And of the colonel who himself fired three hundred rounds of cartridges and did not see ho whe could have missed a shot with dense masses of tie foes packed before him.
 the glorious tight days of fighting behind it. And of a colonel who himself fired three hundred rounds of cartridges and did not see how he could have missed a shot with dense masses of foes packed before him.
 They broke the waves of the cnrushing hosts did these Spartan units of British in- fantry fighting isolated combats upon ev- cry portion of field thirty miles wide by twenty-five deep. Not weakling regiment of all these tried and untried, of the Eng fish forces. They won new and brighter glory for Britain than had ever been won before in all the thousand years of Eng lands glory.
 Backward, ever backward, were the or ders that came to these gallant men. Mile after mile of historic ground they gave up, but still their fighting spirit was not dimin- ished Men fell in their tracks from sheer exhaustion and then arose and plunged in- to battle again to the music of their regi- mental bands. Neither numbers nor defeat could daunt them. They were made of the stuff of which heroes are made and they