The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1914-12-05

But the BelgianS are real sports They'
have a fellow feeling. They are all
right. They wink an eye and turn
back while we go close enough to give
the Germans a pot shot at US. Only
this morning they let me chase one OF
their own, specially manufactured, Bel
gian battles into its very lair along the
User river-and then let the bat
tie chase me to Hazebruck. Needless
to say, 1 outran the battle.
Early this morning | was in Dunk1rk
yearning for closer ACQUAINTANCE with
the fighting 1 could bear going on twelve
miles away / went to the service lieu
tenant. a gray haired little reservist, for
a pass. Plead as I might. the only
pass he would give me was one to Eng
land.
Off To Battle Front.
left the reservist lieutenant, crest
fallen and badly disappointed. There
seemed no hope in any direction L
sauntcred by Belgian headquarters,
where I met a Belgian lieutenant with
whom 1 had dinner last night 1 told
him my troubles.
Too bad" he said I'm going to
Hazebrouck today. My laissez-passer is
for two. Want to so along?
Did L? I did!
in no time passed through the barri-
Cades at the city gates, over the bridge
spanning the seawater moat and on into
the country. The wind shield had been
shot away and Is we burned the road
fine mist stung our faces like bay rum
through Coudckerk did my friend SPEAK
Some Real Scrapping.
Like to see some scrappinE?' he
casually asked. I gasped, swallowing
much mist. I couldn't believe my ears.
The fighting is just short distance
to our left. and the roads arc good.
Want to risk it," ! could only nod
yes
Ana so after passing lovely Berqucs;
mOated fortified. and battlemented ana
medieval, we switched 10 the isll anu
slid like a streak along tho ROAD. stop
ping only once to show our laisSez-
nasser at east Cappel. where We enter
ed Belgium. We turned north toward
DiImude.
Then suddenly-baT.s.
We darted into a cross-road' ana rlsn.
near us. Judging by sound. the Dig guns
were slamming away. We lett the car
and walked toward a windmill So yarus
AWAY across beet fields and truck
garden. The firing became louder, WIN
huge boonis echoing from our right
THE French are using their SeIehS
five-millimeters over there. saiu VI
lieutenant, pointing northward- In the
distance I saw small village.
Battle For Village.
The windmill was deserted We
mounted the ladders TO the top ana
Locked ont There was the battle. The
German batteries were hidden IN DE-
rro.siop but we could see the puffs
-, tbair Guns Shells were Tying
49, md forth over the village. Occa-
sionaIiy a shrapneI she'll burst over the
'ii ..EeIpians and French hold the vii
lare - ,aid the lieutenant. the Ger
mans arc about to attempt 10 drive them
out" III, co, ,,,,,,,.
,,,,scs and churches in ruins.
- at's get closer" / suggested. I've
s.en artillery duels before. l want to
soc infantry in action.
..yoII'U find you're close enough.
was the answer. and the assertion was
confirmed a second later.
Sn-r-e-w-yv-yv-W -w-w-w-w-e-ei
smell Missed noisily just over the
sails of the windmill. Boom, IL eNplod-
sd ouitc a distance back of us.
mad miss" said the lieutenant.
-W-w-W-N-W-e-e-ei
Again came that Kissing. a cross be-
tween a safety valve and the shrek
Of train wheels after the air has been
applied.
Thu shell hurst n" trcr than the first
with aYother broom
SAY" .hc lieutenant explained.
they're after Us, and that's not bad
shooting. We'd better get out-quick.
They've spotted us with their glasses,
and think we're directing the French