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The Firing Squad
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"Men, you are here on a very solemn duty. You have been selected as a firing squad for the execution of a soldier, who, having been found guilty of a grievous crime against King and Country, has been regularly and duly tried and sentenced to be shot at 3.28 A.M. this date. This sentence has been approved by the reviewing authority and ordered carried out. It is our duty to carry on with the sentence of the court.
"There are twelve rifles, one of which contains a blank cartridge, the other eleven containing ball cartridges. Every man is expected to do his duty and fire to kill. Take your orders from me. Squad-'Shun!"
We came to attention. Then he left. My heart was of lead and my knees shook.
After standing at "Attention" for what seemed a week, though in reality it could not have been over five minutes, we heard a low whispering in our rear and footsteps on the stone nagging of the courtyard.
Our officer reappeared and in a low, but firm voice, ordered;
We turned about. In the gray light of dawn, a few yards in front of me, I could make out a brick wall. Against this wall was a dark form with a white square pinned on its breast. We were supposed to aim at this square. To the right of the form I noticed a white spot on the wall. This would be my target.
"Ready! Aim! Fire!"
The dark form sank into a huddled heap. My bullet sped on its way, and hit the whitish spot on the wall; I could see the splinters fly. Someone else had received the rifle containing the blank cartridge, but my mind was at ease, there was no blood of a Tommy on my hands.
"Order-Arms! About-Turn! Pile-Anns! Stand-Clear."
The stacks were re-formed.
"Quick-March! Right-Wheel'" and we left the scene of execution behind us.
It was now daylight. After marching about five minutes, we were dismissed with the following instructions from the officer in command:
"Return, alone, to your respective companies, and remember, no talking about this affair, or else it will go hard with the guilty ones."
We needed no urging to get away. I did not recognize any of the men on the firing squad, even the officer was a stranger to me.
The victim's relations and friends in Blighty will never know that he was executed; they will be under the impression that he died doing his bit for King and Country.
In the public casualty lists his name will appear under the caption "Accidentally Killed," or "Died."
The day after the execution I received orders to report back to the line, and to keep a still tongue in my head.
Executions are a part of the day's work but the part we hated most of all, I think certainly the saddest. The British War Department is thought by many people to be composed of rigid regulations all wound around with red tape. But it has a heart, and one of the evidences of this is the considerate way in which an execution is concealed and reported to the relative of the unfortunate man. They never know the truth. He is listed in the bulletins as among the "accidentally killed."
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