In the spring of 1915, the Great Retreat of the Russian Army was scornfully dubbed by liberal intelligentsia the “Great Drapery.” No rifles, no cartridges, no shells. Battery commanders give signed statements that their guns will fire no more than a dozen rounds per day. Private arms manufacturers, taking advantage of the moment, jack up prices for ammunition two to three times. Allies slow down and disrupt supplies. Someone surrenders to captivity, believing the propagandists—others really drape away, someone launches into suicidal bayonet charges just to delay a superior enemy. And a few, having on hand only an incomplete company, will slip into the German rear to work the brakes by hand—and become a small stone in the boot of those praised Kaiser soldiers!