Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-09-21
could stand 1t no longer. and then
others took their places.
Germans Like Noise.

all their guns seem to play on one
little spot of our line until the din
and the noise and the screeching OF the
1 shells overhead became so terrible that
you feel as if it would be relief to
cry out.
| The effect on the nerves is terrlbie,
and l suppose it is intended to shatter
| the nerves of our men. only the
strongest can stand it for Ions, and
most of us found 1t best to stun our
| ears with a cotton wool or tear up
! our handkerchiefs, for the same pur-
| pose.
Noise seems to count for lot with
| the Germans, for their cavalry nave
| trick of laundering along in way
| that the horses hoofs make the most
| awful din you ever heard. giving the
| impression that the whole eartn is
shaking beneath their tread. Added 70
| that there are the wild, uncanhy SHOUTS
They are finding that 1t takes iot
of shouting to shift the British troops.
| and 1 expect they Will change theiF
| tactics soon"
legs. scoffed at the idea OF our men
being downcast by their task
You should have seen the mob OF
laughing. cheering comrades that saw
us off from camp Thursday" he sad.
"They weren't downhearted by long
chalks. and If the Germans think all
the fight has been knocked out of them
they are making big mistake. There's
plenty of go in our lads yet
England has every reason to be proud
| of her infantry" declared an artillery
man They fought like men from first
to last, and whoever says WORD
against them lies. If you want test1-
monial for our Tommies ask the Ger
cur men fought their corner and
faced the hardships of active service
| without murmur. and II they were
forced back by fearful odds, you can
take it from me that the Germans
weren't in any fit state to boast after
the fighting was finished.
No Time to Think.
Il never had time to think" exclaimed
| a Lancashire Fusilier. 1.-The Germans
didn't give us much time for that. and
we didn't want time. either. We were
so busy picking off the enemy.
1.-THE last SIGHT 1 caught Of the Ger
that had been caught in the open. and
had every one of their horses shot
down. They lay there behind rampant
Of dead men and horses, doing as much
bines, while our artillery and infantry
kept pouring lead into them as fast as
they could; guess they, hadn't much
time for thinking. either"
said Scots Gray. lis in assuming that
you can go on forever taking no no
tice of your butchers bill. Men are not
built that way. and some of these days
the German machine will break down
because the men who work it make no
allowance for the limitations of flesh
and blood"
Another man stated: zone of our
men, who was holding his water bottle
to a wounded German, was shot dead
IL
ped under fire to light cigarette,
when bullet struck him on the
fingers and one hand will have to come
off,
Among the wounded is sergeant
gunner. who has been so badly injured
in the jaw that he cannot speak. He
wrote on a pad, on his knees, the fol-
lowing account of his experiences:
The 18th. SD and 3oth were at Tour
mai and German shells fell like rain.
Soon the 18th had only one officer left.
Il was on the flank with my gun and
fred sixty rounds in forty minutes. but
we wanted support and could not get
1t. 1t was about 5000 English trying
to save a flank against. 1 should say.
10000 AS fast as you shot them down
more came.
But for their aeroplanes their guns
would have been useless. I was firing
for an hour from 1900 yards down to
700. You can tell what it was like
"A H.. "a. VI. -
geant was the last man to leave his
post, and kept on firing after being
wounded.
Women's Pitiful Lot.
While men must fight and bear the
consequences like men. the real an
guish of war Is the lot of their women.
The fact Is sadly evident just now at
the hospitals, in which our wounded
or1x- hoo
to health and vigor.
Take the scene at the London Hos
pital, where some hundreds of our war
riors, broken at Mons, are being cared
for All through the day the institu-
ton was besieged by relatives OF those
within. anxiously inquiring for the
latest tidings of the patients, or wait
ing, patiently, hopeful.
Inside there were many touching
scenes, pathetic reunions OF husband
and wife. mother and son. A hospital
inevitably sees much of the drama OF
life even in peace; in times OF war II Is
there, perhaps, that the human factor
is uppermost.
A wife returned from visiting her
husband - an infantryman. disabled
while in the thick of the fighting at
Mons-fun Of hope. and talked gayly
Of the prospect Of her husbands early
recovery She could scarcely credit
the fact that he had actually re-
turned.
1T has all happened so quickly,
she said. He managed to wire, tell
ing me to come, and that's how / have
seen him so quickly.
Look what he gave me-" she added,
and produced small. evil-looking rifle
bullet, which was passed from hand to
hand.
Her husband would soon be better.
That was welcome assurance. But she
did not want him to get well too
quickly" Like every other woman,
however. she was proud of the part
her man had played. One told little
tales of bravery on the part of the
wounded. of heroism under fire again t
tremendous odds, of solicitude for
chums less capable of caring for them
selves.
Large numbers of additional wounded
before them, had stories of adventure
to relate.
One of the 100 men taken to Bir-
mingham, who had lost his left hand,
wondered why he had been sent home.
Il can still do bit of damage with
this" he said, shaking his right fist.
| a member of the field artillery,
whose head was bandaged and who
could not speak, wrote down the fol-
lowing: The shells came down like
rain and our regiment had only one Of
fcer left. / was on a flank with my
gun and fired about sixty rounds in
forty minutes. but we wanted support
and could not get 1t.
Slaughtered Germans.
zone man belonging to the Suffolks
! stated that his stnent arrived at