第 8 节
作者:博搏      更新:2022-04-08 21:02      字数:9322
  of precipices。  In the distance rise other harsh and desolate…
  looking mountain masses; with shining occasional scars of old
  snow。  Far below is a bleak valley of stunted pine trees through
  which passes the road of the Dolomites。
  As I ascended the upper track two bandages men were coming down
  on led mules。  It was mid…August; and they were suffering from
  frostbite。  Across the great gap between the summits a minute
  traveller with some provisions was going up by wire to some post
  upon the crest。  For everywhere upon the icy pinnacles are
  observation posts directing the fire of the big guns on the
  slopes below; or machine…gun stations; or little garrisons that
  sit and wait through the bleak days。  Often they have no link
  with the world below but a precipitous climb or a 〃teleferic〃
  wire。  Snow and frost may cut them off absolutely for weeks from
  the rest of mankind。  The sick and wounded must begin their
  journey down to help and comfort in a giddy basket that swings
  down to the head of the mule track below。
  Originally all these crests were in Austrian hands; they were
  stormed by the Alpini under almost incredible conditions。  For
  fifteen days; for example; they fought their way up these screes
  on the flanks of Tofana No。 2 to the ultimate crags; making
  perhaps a hundred metres of ascent each day; hiding under rocks
  and in holes in the daylight and receiving fresh provisions and
  ammunition and advancing by night。  They were subjected to rifle
  fire; machine…gun fire and bombs of a peculiar sort; big iron
  balls of the size of a football filled with explosive that were
  just flung down the steep。  They dodged flares and star shells。
  At one place they went up a chimney that would be far beyond the
  climbing powers of any but a very active man。  It must have been
  like storming the skies。  The dead and wounded rolled away often
  into inaccessible ravines。  Stray skeletons; rags of uniform;
  fragments of weapons; will add to the climbing interest of these
  gaunt masses for many years to come。  In this manner it was that
  Tofana No。 2 was taken。
  Now the Italians are organising this prize; and I saw winding up
  far above me on the steep grey slope a multitudinous string of
  little things that looked like black ants; each carrying a small
  bright yellow egg。  They were mules bringing back balks of
  timber。。。。
  But one position held out invincibly; this was the Castelletto; a
  great natural fortress of rock standing out at an angle of the
  mountain in such a position that it commanded the Italian
  communications (the Dolomite road) in the valley below; and
  rendered all their positions uncomfortable and insecure。  This
  obnoxious post was practically inaccessible either from above or
  below; and it barred the Italians even from looking into the Val
  Travenanzes which it defended。  It was; in fact; an impregnable
  position; and against it was pitted the invincible 5th Group of
  the Alpini。  It was the old problem of the irresistible force in
  conflict with the immovable object。  And the outcome has been the
  biggest military mine in all history。
  The business began in January; 1916; with surveys of the rock in
  question。  The work of surveying for excavations; never a very
  simple one; becomes much more difficult when the site is occupied
  by hostile persons with machine guns。  In March; as the winter's
  snows abated; the boring machinery began to arrive; by mule as
  far as possible and then by hand。  Altogether about half a
  kilometre of gallery had to be made to the mine chamber; and
  meanwhile the explosive was coming up load by load and resting
  first here; then there; in discreetly chosen positions。  There
  were at the last thirty…five tons of it in the inner chamber。
  And while the boring machines bored and the work went on;
  Lieutenant Malvezzi was carefully working out the problem of 〃il
  massimo effetto dirompimento〃 and deciding exactly how to pack
  and explode his little hoard。  On the eleventh of July; at 3。30;
  as he rejoices to state in his official report; 〃the mine
  responded perfectly both in respect of the calculations made and
  of the practical effects;〃 that is to say; the Austrians were
  largely missing and the Italians were in possession of the crater
  of the Castelletto and looking down the Val Travenanzes from
  which they had been barred for so long。  Within a month things
  had been so tidied up; and secured by further excavations and
  sandbags against hostile fire; that even a middle…aged English
  writer; extremely fagged and hot and breathless; could enjoy the
  same privilege。  All this; you must understand; had gone on at a
  level to which the ordinary tourist rarely climbs; in a rarefied;
  chest…tightening atmosphere; with wisps of clouds floating in the
  clear air below and club…huts close at hand。。。。
  Among these mountains avalanches are frequent; and they come down
  regardless of human strategy。  In many cases the trenches cross
  avalanche tracks; they and the men in them are periodically swept
  away and periodically replaced。  They are positions that must be
  held; if the Italians will not face such sacrifices; the
  Austrians will。  Avalanches and frostbite have slain and disabled
  their thousands; they have accounted perhaps for as many Italians
  in this austere and giddy campaign as the Austrians。。。。
  3
  It seems to be part of the stern resolve of Fate that this; the
  greatest of wars; shall be the least glorious; it is manifestly
  being decided not by victories but by blunders。  It is indeed a
  history of colossal stupidities。  Among the most decisive of
  these blunders; second only perhaps of the blunder of the Verdun
  attack and far outshining the wild raid of the British towards
  Bagdad; was the blunder of the Trentino offensive。  It does not
  need the equipment of a military expert; it demands only quite
  ordinary knowledge and average intelligence; to realise the folly
  of that Austrian adventure。  There is some justification for a
  claim that the decisive battle of the war was fought upon the
  soil of Italy。  There is still more justification for saying that
  it might have been。
  There was only one good point about the Austrian thrust。  No one
  could have foretold it。  And it did so completely surprise the
  Italians as to catch them without any prepared line of positions
  in the rear。  On the very eve of the big Russian offensive; the
  Austrians thrust eighteen divisions hard at the Trentino
  frontier。  The Italian posts were then in Austrian territory;
  they held on the left wing and the right; but they were driven by
  the sheer weight of men and guns in the centre; they lost guns
  and prisoners because of the difficulty of mountain retreats to
  which I have alluded; and the Austrians pouring through reached
  not indeed the plain of Venetia; but to the upland valleys
  immediately above it; to Asiago and Arsiero。  They probably saw
  the Venetian plain through gaps in the hills; but they were still
  separated from it even at Arsiero by what are mountains to an
  English eye; mountains as high as Snowdon。  But the Italians of
  such beautiful old places and Vicenza; Marostica; and Bassano
  could watch the Austrian shells bursting on the last line of
  hills above the plain; and I have no doubt they felt extremely
  uneasy。
  As one motors through these ripe and beautiful towns and through
  the rich valleys that link themit is a smiling land abounding
  in old castles and villas; Vicenza is a rich museum of Palladio's
  architecture and Bassano is full of irreplaceable painted
  buildingsone feels that the things was a narrow escape; but
  from the military point of view it was merely an insane escapade。
  The Austrians had behind themand some way behind themone
  little strangulated railway and no good pass road; their right
  was held at Pasubio; their left was similarly bent back。  In
  front of them was between twice and three times their number of
  first class troops; with an unlimited equipment。  If they had
  surmounted that last mountain crest they would have come down to
  almost certain destruction in the plain。  They could never have
  got back。  For a time it was said that General Cardona considered
  that possibility。  From the point of view of purely military
  considerations; the Trentino offensive should perhaps have ended
  in the capitulation of Vicenza。
  I will confess I am glad it did not do so。  This tour of the
  fronts has made me very sad and weary with a succession of ruins。
  I can bear no more ruins unless they are the ruins of Dusseldorf;
  Cologne; Berlin; or suchlike modern German city。  Anxious as I am
  to be a systematic Philistine; to express my preference for
  Marinetti over the Florentine British and generally to antagonise
  aesthetic prigs; I rejoiced over that sunlit land as one
  might rejoice over a child saved from beasts。
  On the hills beyond Schio I walked out through the embrasure of a
  big gun in a rock gallery; and saw the highest points upon the
  hillside to which the Austrian infantry clambered in their futile
  last attacks。  Below me were the ruins of Arsiero and Velo
  d'Astico recovered; and across the broad valley rose Monte Cimone
  with the Italian trenches upon its crest and the Austrians a
  little below to the north。  A very consider