Down Into The Oily Black Water They Sank.
“Hilfstadt! See if they can hear us,” he nearly shouted. “And get some men over there!” All eyes were on the black lake, while Hilfstadt depressed the lever and spoke into the microphone. Falkenhayn looked to the radio, waiting for an answer — but nothing came from the speakers. Hilfstadt tried a few more times, and then nodded at Lieutenant Pedersen. “Get a platoon out there. Tell the men to be very careful as they step, there’s a lot of buried ordnance and bogholes to get sucked down into. But get a move on. And call for trucks, and cable. Get cables and a lot of rope.” The major returned his attention to the radio as Lieutenant Pedersen scrambled to carry out his instructions. Within minutes, twenty grey-helmeted men were edging their way down toward the battlefield while another twenty scavenged the staff cars and trucks for rope.





