Grand Forks daily herald., 1914-09-29
lRx Herbert corey.l

London, Sept. 29.-Three dead men
propped against wall, gazing with
Mortified eyes at their wounds. That
Is the one clear memory that Martin
Lynch brought away from the war.
Lynch is a driver in the royal field
artillery. He s now getting we'll In
the Waterloo hospital. After listen
ing to him his hearers appreciated
the frightful agony that is covered by
days battle:
Wounded, one thousand"
II don't rightly remember the three
or four days before T was HIT" said
Lynch. I'VE had been on the go all
the time, day and night. Our horses
were worn out, although we had
drawn fresh ones twice. II we were
not being attacked by the Germans
at night we were on the march. We
never rested while the horses were
able to go. It was rotten"
The men were unable to show a
light at night because the enemy was
all around them. This happened dur
ing the retreat OF the English army
following the battle at Mons; Some
times the Germans found them with
the. searchlights.
"Then they didn't 'alf pour 1t into
us" said he. "My word!"
DOI IhAS SSOAAIC 4iOI w AASt0 AAouS
any impression upon him. The
men were deadened and stupefied by
fatigue and lack Of sleep. Now and
then the guns would stick fast on
hill and the gunners would put their
shoulders to the wheels.
'They didn't even cuss, they were
that done," said Lynch.
When He Was Hit.
Three Of the battery were hit at
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bullet through the thick part Of his
leg Another had q wound In the
body. The third man was killed out
right. He was on the gun carriage at
the time, and in the rigor Of death his
hand clenched upon the rods.
I'VE didn't know he was dead until
we came to HILL" said Lynch, land
he didn't get off to do his share. One
of the men shook him, thinking he
was asleep, and the body rolled off in
his arms
On this hill Lynch discovered for
the first time that his leg had stiffen-
ed and grown numb. He tied a
handkerchief about the wound OUT
side his trousers as tightly as he
could In order to stop the flow OF
blood He didn't want to be left be-
mind. The third man was put on the
gun carriage. He said he wasn't bad
ly hurt.
BY and by" said Lynch. IT got
SO I couldn't handle my team. So
they put me on the gun carriage, too.
| This man next to me had been shot
through the bowels. I could. hear
/ him saying something over and over
| as the gun went on. But the noise
was that Ugh you couldn't make out
what he said"
! At last the drivers pulled up to give
/ the exhausted. horses q chance to
breathe. Then Lynch made out what
1t was his elbow mate had been say
ing. over and over again, under his
breath. he was repeating these words:
Christ! Christ Jesus!"
When the subaltern in command OF
the gun approached the wounded man
stified his whispered prayer. But at
last the lurch OF the gun forced a
cry from him. The lieutenant. heard
him. Sheltering match In his cap,
he glanced superflcially at the mans
hurt.
dered.. -. -
The sentence Of death had been
passed. The lieutenant was ,pitiful,
was mere weight. Adams made no
protest. AS the mon lifted him down
Martin Lynch, dazed by his own suf-
fering ana loss Of blood. heard again
that unceasing murmur:
Christ! Christ Jesusl''
They put Adams by the side Of the
road, where grinding wheels and ,clat-
tering hoofs would not strike him,
and rlmbled on.
/ Feared It Was His Turn,
4 The hours passed. Lynch was by
this time sick from the. reaction Of
his wound. His hands seemed
strengthless But In some manner he
managed to hold to his seat. 4 Now
ana then he would awaken to d fuller