The Crimson Tide: A Novel

They came, too, from all parts of the huge, sprawling Empire, these girl-soldiers of the Battalion of DeathÐÐand there were Cossack girls and gypsies among themÐÐgirls from Finland, Courland, from the Urals, from Moscow, from SiberiaÐÐfrom North, South, East, West.

There were Jewesses from the Pale and one Jewess from America in the ranks; there were Chinese girls, Poles, a child of fifteen from Trebizond, a Japanese girl, a French peasant lass; and there were Finns, too, and ScandinaviansÐÐall with clipped hair under the astrakhan capsÐÐsturdy, well shaped, soldierly girls who handled their heavy rifles without effort and carried a regulation equipment as though it were a sheaf of flowers.

Their commanding officer was a woman of forty. She lounged in front of the battalion in the snow, consulting with half a dozen officers of a manÕs regiment.

The colour guard stood grouped around the battalion colours, where its white and gold folds swayed languidly in the breeze, and clots of virgin snow fell upon it, shaken down from the pines by the cannonade.

Estridge gazed at them in silence. In his manÕs mind one thought dominatedÐÐthe immense pity of it all. And there was a dreadful fascination in looking at these girl soldiers, whose soft, warm flesh was so soon to be mangled by shrapnel and slashed by bayonets.