“I was there, I saw it. My squad was assigned station just outside Clamart.
I was watching the road that night, it was dark as you would expect, and
quiet except for the sound of the guns.
Anselm noticed them first, a crowd of
refugees coming up the road. They were running, we shouted "halt, stop"
but they kept coming, we shot above their heads but still they came. Sergeant
Becker ordered us to shoot them, but they still came on, running through us,
civilians and soldiers.
They ignored us in their haste to escape, refusing to stop and answer
us until Becker grabbed a soldier by the arm and pulled him from the mass. “Why
do you run?” he said, the soldier tried to pull away, a look of terror in his
eyes. Sergeant Becker slapped him “Pull yourself together.” He shouted in French
“you are a soldier.” the man regained his composure, remembered who he was, “The
devil has come, and his minions have the city. Run, run for your lives.”
Becker let go of the Frenchman, but he did not re-join the crowd. “Sergeant
can I stay with you?” Becker gave him that look that only sergeants can give. “I
should not have run, can I defend my people from here?” Becker ordered us to
take the man into custody and some others to watch the road.
Over the next few hours the refugees continued to pass our position. We
questioned a few others but got similar gibberish from them. Then about
midnight we heard the sounds of fighting. Becker, Anselm and I climbed up a
bank to get a better view. In the distance smoke and flashes of musketry could
be seen. Militia fighting and retreating towards us? This did not make sense.
Becker ordered our squad to take up positions, but not to fire until ordered. A
young Feldwebelleutnant came running up to the sergeant at this point. “Orders
from the Major hold the line, let the Frenchie’s through, or let them join you,
it’s up to you.” Then he was gone.
Confusion was now showing on the face of the NCO’s, and fear was beginning to
take hold and we hadn’t even seen the cause yet. We didn’t have to wait for
long. As the French drew closer, shapes began to emerge from the smoke. First we
thought it was just the way smoke makes shapes and pictures, but then things
seemed to solid, too real, winged things, two and a half three metres tall
things. Things with muscles and swords that slashed at the soldiers, killing
them at whim. Musket fire and bayonets seemed as nothing, sure some fell but
not enough. Our guns joined the French. Bang bang bang, soon our rifles became too
hot. We fell back, shoulder to shoulder with the men we had been fighting only
twelve hours before. The demons came on, nothing could stop them, killing
everything, everyone.
Daylight saved us. The sunrise that day was the most beautiful thing I have
ever seen. At the touch of the sunlight the beasts disappeared, the Devils
minions cannot abide the light.
I truly believe if it were not for the sun, they would have destroyed us
all.”