Jorgan Christian Jensen ["Tales of the V.C."], item 6
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was quick to seize the opportunity. Shouting to a comrade
to cover his advance with rifle fire, he rushed
across to the barricade with a bomb in each hand.
The enemy, with British bullets sweeping their parapet,
dared not raise their heads to fire at him, but
one of them threw a stick bomb, which fell at
Jensen's feet. Even that failed to stop him, however,
and he finished the duel by throwing a Mill's Grenade
over the parapet. It exploded beneath the
German's feet, and blew him nearly into the sunken road.
The remaining Germans fled for refuge to a
deep dug-out adjoining the barricade. Pte. Jensen
followed them up, took his stand at the
entrance, and invited the occupants to come out
quietly and surrender or to take the consequences.
He must have presented rather a terrifying appearance
as he stood there at the door of the dug-out. He had
one bomb in his hand, and was engaged in pulling out
the safety pin of another with his teeth. At any rate, the
Germans inside were very soon persuaded that discretion was
the more profitable policy, and they filed out meekly to
surrender to their captor. Perhaps the fate of their
late comrade had impressed them.
Another member of Pte. Jensen's party had by now
arrived, and was standing on the barricade with
a bomb in his hand. A few more Germans, on
emerging from another dug-out a little further along the trench
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was quick to seize the opportunity. Shouting to a comrade
to cover his advance with rifle fire, he rushed
across to the barricade with a bomb in each hand.
The enemy, with British bullets sweeping their parapet,
dared not raise their heads to fire at him, but
one of them threw a stick bomb, which fell at
Jensen's feet. Even that failed to stop him, however,
and he finished the duel by throwing a Mill's Grenade
over the parapet. It exploded beneath the
German's feet, and blew him nearly into the sunken road.
The remaining Germans fled for refuge to a
deep dug-out adjoining the barricade. Pte. Jensen
followed them up, took his stand at the
entrance, and invited the occupants to come out
quietly and surrender or to take the consequences.
He must have presented rather a terrifying appearance
as he stood there at the door of the dug-out. He had
one bomb in his hand, and was engaged in pulling out
the safety pin of another with his teeth. At any rate, the
Germans inside were very soon persuaded that discretion was
the more profitable policy, and they filed out meekly to
surrender to their captor. Perhaps the fate of their
late comrade had impressed them.
Another member of Pte. Jensen's party had by now
arrived, and was standing on the barricade with
a bomb in his hand. A few more Germans, on
emerging from another dug-out a little further along
-
was quick to seize the opportunity. Shouting to a comrade
to cover his advance with rifle fire, he rushed
across to the barricade with a bomb in each hand.
The enemy, with British bullets sweeping their parapet,
dared not raise their heads to fire at him, but
one of them threw a stick bomb, which fell at
Jensen's feet. Even that failed to stop him, however,
and he finished the duel by throwing a Mill's Grenade
over the parapet. It exploded beneath the
German's feet, and blew him nearly into the sunken road.
The remaining Germans fled for refuge to a
deep dug-out adjoining the barricade. Pte. Jensen followed
them up, took his stand at the entrance, and invited the
occupants to come out quietly and surrender or to take the
consequences.
He must have presented rather a terrifying
appearance as he stood there at the door of the dug-out. He
had one bomb in his hand, and was engaged in pulling out the
safety pin of another with his teeth. At any rate, the Germans
inside were very soon persuaded that discretion was the more
profitable policy, and they filed out meekly to surrender to
their captor. Perhaps the fate of their late comrade had
impressed them.
Another member of Pte. Jensen's party had by now
arrived, and was standing on the barricade with a bomb in his hand
A few more Germans, on emerging from another dug-out a little
further along the trench, were greeted by this uncompromising
spectacle, and also decided that they could do no better than
surrender. Accordingly they dropped their rifles and joined
their comrades, who were now gathering around Pte. Jensen with
their hands up.
Jensen, who could speak a little German, ordered
one of his prisoners to go across to the party on the right
and inform that they were already surrounded by Australians.
But the adventure was not quite over. Some
of the Australians who now came suddenly upon the Germans for
the first time, were unaware that they had thrown down their
arms, and prepared to open fire upon them. Pte. Jensen, with
the same sense of chivalry that had prompted him to withhold his
fire earlier in the day, at once mounted the barricade, at great
risk to himself, and waved his helmet. The signal was seen
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was quick to seize the opportunity. Shouting to a comrade
to cover his advance with rifle fire, he rushed
across to the barricade with a bomb in each hand.
The enemy, with British bullets sweeping their parapet,
dared not raise their heads to fire at him, but
one of them threw a stick bomb, which fell at
Jensen's feet. Even that failed to stop him, however,
and he finished the duel by throwing a Mill's Grenade
over the parapet. It exploded beneath the
German's feet, and blew him nearly into the sunken road.
The remaining Germans fled for refuge to a
deep dug-out adjoining the barricade. Pte. Jensen followed
them up, took his stand at the entrance, and invited the
occupants to come out quietly and surrender or to take the
consequences.
He must have presented rather a terrifying
appearance as he stood there at the door of the dug-out. He
had one bomb in his hand, and was engaged in pulling out the
safety pin of another with his teeth. At any rate, the Germans
inside were very soon persuaded that discretion was the more
profitable policy, and they filed out meekly to surrender to
their captor. Perhaps the fate of their late comrade had
impressed them.
Another member of Pte. Jensen's party had by now
arrived, and was standing on the barricade with a bomb in his hand
A few more Germans, on emerging from another dug-out a little
further along the trench, were greeted by this uncompromising
spectacle, and also decided that they could do no better than
surrender. Accordingly they dropped their rifles and joined
their comrades, who were now gathering around Pte. Jensen with
their hands up.
Jensen, who could speak a little German, ordered
one of his prisoners to go across to the party on the right
and inform that they were already surrounded by Australians.
But the adventure was not quite over. Some
of the Australians who now came suddenly upon the Germans for
the first time, were unaware that they had thrown down their
arms, and prepared to open fire upon them. Pte. Jensen, with
the same sense of chivalry that had prompted him to withhold his
fire earlier in the day, at once mounted the barricade, at great
risk to himself, and waved his helmet. The signal was seen
-
was quick to seize the opportunity.
Shouting to a comrade to cover his advance with rifle fire,
he rushed across to the barricade with a bomb in each hand.
The enemy, with British bullets sweeping their parapet,
dared not raise their heads to fire at him, but one of them
threw a stick bomb, which fell at Jensen's feet. Even that
failed to stop him, however, and he finished the duel by
throwing a Lill's Grenade over the parapet. It exploded
beneath the German's feet, and blew him nearly into the sunken
road.
The remaining Germans fled for refuge to a
deep dug-out adjoining the barricade. Pte. Jensen followed
them up, took his stand at the entrance, and invited the
occupants
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