The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1914-12-04
WEARY OF KILLING.
French officer ViviGy PCrtrays
Horrors OF War.
I'VE Ftred-My Goo-and They
Stretched Out Oead-our Grape
shot Tore Chunks In Them.
But Still They Game

New NorK-Viyidly portrayiuE the
horrors Of the var tn Europe In hght.
Ing .u ~mud.hlled trenches with French
snd German and Britou tearing az
each other like savages, killiug until
exhausted, but always kiiliug Ser.
geant Jouys OF the Two Hundred and
Sixteenth regiment OF the French iu.
tantry reserves has written a remark.
able pen picture OF the ruthless war In
a letter which his dauCeD In this city
has just received
Writing from his COT 10 the General
hospital az Hayre. the soldier con.
cludes this grim epic OF a modern war
with a picture OF the Sisters o' char
iiy.
With Ais company. the Nineteenth.
the sergeant found himself IN q trench
near Fontenoy. where the conflict
ragged fercely, day and night After
FIVE days Of furious fighting. his com.
pans was sent back for a short rest.
while fresh troops piled into me mud
hlled trenches into which a dun.
leaden rain was dripping
Like caricatures fashioned OF mud.
suddenly called TO life. We hobbIed
YEARLY ont Of the holes where We
had lived under a hell OF bursting
shells. soaring fame and nauseous
gases for days. he writes We we're
relieved by other troops. who saluted
US as they passed.
In the trenches We crouch while
the shells and bullets from the Ger
man infantry play over us-and. alas
on az Overhead the moon struggles
about in the clouds. for the rain has
ceased a little. while mad streaks OF
white light whisper their way from
the German trenches and touch some
where along our line In a moment
there rs a screaming shell where the
Hight was, and We know that some OF
our comrades have answered Frances
last call
We we're not paving much attcn
ton 10 anything after Two hours OF
this We Just fred when told Then
suddcnly at daybreak m, Germans
came FIFTY yards away We saw
them. in the streaky light that beck
ons Tie sun In these table lands. The,
came like solid blocks which we're ma
chimes We fired my God We fred
into their faces and they stretched
ONT dead But hey zane on. some
times shouting. sometimes putting We
beat them with the butt ends OF our
mnsEots and We stabbed them with
our hag oDrts Il war horrible
We aere exhausted from killing
Then came the order TO abandon the
trenches There were So many there
who would never hear that order. and
Others who cried out when they found
rh0y could not crawl away from those
men, who kept on coming and coming
They looked horrible in the new light
with their stubby, dirty faces. their
tight uniforms Of the color OF the
earth.
Y walked six miles 20 Vic-sur.Aisne
70 the big hospital. My way was along
the pathway OF the IRE which had
NMANM
been there a short time before. Every.
where death and desolation. How
France suffers! There we're tears I'm
my eyes, and they were not tears Of
pain ma petite.
AT Wc-sur-Aisne the surgeon there
after treating me, sent me. with 9th.
ers, 10 Il sanitary train at the station
OF Villers-C otterets, 20 miles away
For II days now | am here. Wa
all are comfortable. We have the AZ
tendance Of the best physicians IN
Havre, and We have, above all. IN,
care OF the Catholic Sisters OF Charity
How shall | praise enough thes,
angels OF EARTH OF infinite goodnes.
are they. without sentimentality. OF
affected sensibllity. so I have seer
them where death and destruction
abounded. and so / see them here
the same. In these women one fndi
no romantic goodness that Is Ia real
ny only selfshness projected for self
satisfaction. One finds :hs goodness