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counted  in  hours.  The  state  of  List  Regiment  reflected  that  of  the  6th  BRD  –
which  it  had  by  now  rejoined  –  as  a  whole.  While  the  Listers  had  bled  and
marched across the  west Flanders  landscape, their  Bavarian brothers  had  been
bogged down near Wytschaete in a savage attritional fight against both French
and British troops. The division was, by now, reduced almost to the strength of
a  regiment  and  those  young  reservists  still  capable  of  bearing  arms  not  only
looked older but different. ‘We  didn’t wear our militia caps,  with which we’d
gone in battle, any more’, one 
Infanterist
 wrote. ‘There were enough 
Pickelhauben
lying around on the battlefield of Ypres.’ These moulded leather and steel-strapped
helmets were probably more ceremonial than protective (it would be 18 months
before the all-steel 
Stahlhelm
 was available), but at least those wearing 
Pickelhauben
were recognizable as 
German
 troops.
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The remnants of the regiment were finally pulled out of the line on 1 November
and a ‘shattering reunion’ took place at Werwick on 2 November – ‘an anxious
question about this or that comrade, a silent inner welling of tears at the answer
“Fallen”. Yet, everyone carried in his breast a proud feeling, the consciousness
of having shared in the laurels of the regiment’s first success[!]’ Roll call on
4 November revealed a regimental strength of ‘no more than 725 non-commissioned
officers  and  men’.  During  its  five  days  of  action,  more  than  two-thirds  of  its
battle strength had been lost for gains measurable in yards. This is the distressing
result  described  as  ‘a  success’  by  Rubenhauer.  In  the  two  weeks  between
Gheluvelt and Bayernwald, the regiment spent ‘six days of rest’ in the reserve
trenches behind the Lys Canal on the western outskirts of Comines, which they
entered, despite their condition, with a ‘rousing march [their] parade-step sounding
firm, their eyes shining brightly, the troops had inwardly won their test against
the powerful shocks and impressions of the past fighting days’. There was no
real ‘rest’, for the infantrymen who had to repair damaged trenches and, where
possible, improve their position while constantly exposed to the fire of British
field guns. Shells regularly found their mark, wrecking the restored breastworks
and taking lives. Hitler was already displaying a true believer’s naiveté towards
the aims and conduct of the war that irritated many a comrade; ‘never complaining
about  the  length,  the  hardships  and  the  general  nonsense  of  the  war . . . never
grumbling  or  getting  bored’.  Mend  tells  of  an  argument  with  a  soldier  who
complained  of  the  ‘great  danger  to  which  they  were  constantly  exposed’,  to
which  Hitler  snapped:  ‘If  all  the  other  orderlies  were  as  cowardly  as  you,  the
colonel could deliver his own dispatches. I believe you have a battle psychosis.’
Even  so,  the  dispatch  runners  had  few  dispatches  to  deliver  and  no  labouring
duties to perform, so Hitler was able to catch up on his newspapers and begin
writing the first of that handful of letters and postcards he sent to acquaintances
in Munich.
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On 8 November, the regiment took over a line of trenches before Messines.
They were pulled out as night fell, and as they marched to their new position, the
men found their way blocked by mysterious moving shapes, lit spasmodically by
flares or flickering battlefield lights. They took cover and opened fire, which was