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$Title{True Stories Of The Great War
V - Every Road Was Filled With Human Misery}
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Title: True Stories Of The Great War
Book: With The Serbian Stoics In Exile - Under The German Yoke
Author: Gordon-Smith, Gordon
Date: 1917
V - Every Road Was Filled With Human Misery
Every road in Serbia was filled with the flowing tide of human misery.
Every town and village was overcrowded. In Kroljevo in ordinary times there
are 15,000. When I reached the town it contained 120,000. The same held
good of every other center.
The government issued a decree ordering all the male population above
fourteen to leave the invaded districts before the arrival of the enemy.
This added nearly a million to the number of people the government had to
support, and under the strain the civil administration broke down completely.
Soon the old Serbia of King Milas was completely in the hands of the Germans,
while the Bulgarians drove out the population of Serbian Macedonia.
As a consequence the only refuge left was Novi Bazar. Into this narrow
space poured an endless tide of refugees. Gaunt, hollow-eyed men, women and
children dragged themselves wearily for hundreds of kilometers, bound they
knew not whither. Always behind them they heard the inexorable thunder of
the guns, warning them to press on and on. Thousands fell by the wayside,
succumbing to cold and hunger.
Probably not since the crossing of the Alps by Napoleon has such a
military expedition been undertaken as the traversing of the Albanian
Mountains by the headquarters staff and the remains of the Serbian army.
The sight presented by Lium Koula on the eve of departure was unique.
On the mountain side for miles nothing could be seen but endless fires. They
were made by thousands of ox wagons, unable to go further, as the road for
vehicles ceases there. Fortunately the snow-storm ended and was followed by
brilliant sunshine.
Next day at 9 o'clock the headquarters staff set out. It included 300
persons and 400 pack animals. The road wound along the banks of the Drin,
which had to be crossed twice by means of picturesque old single-span Turkish
bridges, since destroyed to impede the Bulgarian advance.
The first mistake was that of transporting the sedan chair of Field
Marshal Putnik at the head of the procession. Every time it halted to change
bearers, which was every fifteen minutes, the whole two-mile-long procession,
following in single file, had to stop also. As a result, instead of reaching
Spas before sundown, we only reached the base of the mountain after darkness
had fallen.
Here a long council was held as to whether we should bivouac in the
village below or undertake the mountain climb in the dark. The latter course
was decided upon. It was one of the most extraordinary adventures ever
undertaken. A narrow path, about four feet across, covered with ice and
snow, winds corkscrew fashion up the face of the cliff. On one hand is a
rocky wall and on the other a sheer drop into the Drin.