My Year of the War eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 443 pages of information about My Year of the War.

My Year of the War eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 443 pages of information about My Year of the War.

Having seen the results of German gun-fire, we were next to see the methods of British gun-fire; something of the guns and the men who did things to the Germans.  I stooped under the overhang of the turret armour from the barbette and climbed up through an opening which allowed no spare room for the generously built, and out of the dim light appeared the glint of the massive steel breech block and gun, set in its heavy recoil mountings with roots of steel supports sunk into the very structure of the ship.  It was like other guns of the latest improved type; but it had been in action, and you kept thinking of this fact which gave it a sort of majestic prestige.  You wished that it might look a little different from the others, as the right of a veteran.

As the plugman swung the breech open I had in mind a giant plugman on the U.S.S.  Connecticut whom I used to watch at drills and target practice.  Shall I ever forget the flash in his eye if there were a fraction of a second’s delay in the firing after the breech had gone home!  The way in which he made that enormous block obey his touch in oily obsequiousness suggested the apotheosis of the whole business of naval war.  I don’t know whether the plugman of H.M.S.  Lion or the plugman of the U.S.S.  Connecticut was the better.  It would take a superman to improve on either.

Like the block, it seemed as if the man knew only the movements of the drill; as if he had been bred and his muscles formed for that.  You could conceive of him as playing diavolo with that breech.  He belonged to the finest part of all the machinery, the human element, which made the parts of a steel machine play together in a beautiful harmony.

The plugman’s is the most showy part; others playing equally important parts are in the cavern below the turret; and most important of all is that of the man who keeps the gun on the target, whose true right eye may send twenty-five thousand tons of battleship to perdition.  No one eye of any enlisted man can be as important as the gun-layer’s.  His the eye and the nerve trained as finely as the plugman’s muscles.  He does nothing else, thinks of nothing else.  In common with painters and poets, gun-layers are born with a gift, and that gift is trained and trained and trained.  It seems simple to keep right on, but it is not.  Try twenty men in the most rudimentary test and you will find that it is not; then think of the nerve it takes to keep right on in battle, with your ship shaken by the enemy’s hit.

How long had the plugman been on his job?  Six years.  And the gun-layer?  Seven.  Twelve years is the term of enlistment in the British navy.  Not too fast but thoroughly is the British way.  The idea is to make a plugman or a gun-layer the same kind of expert as a master artisan in any other walk of life, by long service and selection.

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