The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-10-06
GERMAN SOLDIER AT FRONT
 WRITES THRILLING LETTER ON
 ENGAGEMENT IN WILD FOREST

March and the line springs to it's feet pfungeS forwards and nerve raking hurrah' srnashes through the woods The enemy's Ire begins a veritable hail of lead Some fall but onward crashes the German line.
 tsAs soon as we reach the position of our enemy his fire ceases, and all take to flight. Our bullets Follow them and then many a 'red-pant' lies on the floor of the forest. But our bullets do not find a mark long the enemy has disappeared; we after him. only to meet another terrific hail Of lead. A Again we fall to the ground for cover, and this time I felt a blow "a bullet had struck by cooking .utensi1.I owe my life to the quick fall to the ground--for another sec .ond and I would never have risen again. Another bullet hits the ground just beside me-but never mind that. Up. and at themat the very hide of the fellows.
 We soon reach our goaEa, trench of a slight elevation to the left from where a heavy fire has done much damage to our line. Many of us are down. and others crawl to the rear to get their wounds tended to. Now, areA The crest of the trench becomes our target The rattle of musketry from both sides becomes defening. One of. us will have-to give in. Fire, hret We have learned how to shoot stratght-the fire in. the trench weak ems, the trench itself is yelled now by a cloud of dust raised by our bull lets.
 ..A.dyance, comes the command again. We all are irnpe1led forward by the mad desire to get at them. One. hundred meters separate us from the enemy. Many sacrifices are deman ded in the final charge. Again the enenly's fire weakens-then it almost ceases.
 ..Advance,,, shouts somebody- The fellows must be driven out of the trenches. Some Of them already are leaving. but our bullets lay them low as they run. Another halt-7another advance. Only fifty meters to the trench barbed wire entanglements block our progress.
 s.But the fellows in the trenches have lost faith in themselves. They desert their position in masses hing scrambHng, stumbling, falling some in 8 manner that shows they will never rise again We forget to take cover. Standin g., we pour our fire into the groups of fleeing men. Good com rades falI-cry for heIp--bfd you fare good friends, we must advance.
 Soon we have disposed of this en- en1y, who has lai d low so many of us. The barbed wire is hacked throAgh with our bayonets. We reach the trench F is filled with wreathfng 8 sl4l11G0 RVe1l. the. ditch lies kaleidoscopic mixture of bodies sWatched in blue and led and pale ones from which gIassy eyes look into the azure sky
 But on with the pursuit Some of us remain behind to 1isarm the wounded so that they cannot fire in our backs. Many another sprawIs. falling on the soft forest floor.
 The height is taken, but the day is not yet done Everywhere the French have taken prisoners to stem the tide of retreat There is yet many a. bloody encounter, but we get the en- eTny out of the forest, and once they reach the open our waiting artillery does the rest Our share of the work is done, the gruesome forest and It's, experience are ours.
 Most Of us had lost their comrades in the mad rush through the trees and sbrushwopd Indescrfba bIe were the scenes which followed when we found one another still alive
 So we take a rest, and while doing this listen to the humninzy and whist ling of our shells as they go over us on their way to a village in which the Trench have sought refuge Soon the buildings are afiame and the French again on their way
 You have done weIl'' said our corps commander. With you fellows I'd fetch the devil out of hell"