Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1915-02-19
In the Hu1ricane,Of Bloody
Battle, as Told by Participant
Thrilling Description Of Charge Of the French Solde-The Fury Of
Carnage the Sights and Sounds n the Thick of the Fight
the Captuf Of the Cun


/ How can ] make you see, with the
/ ald 81 mere words and n few poor
I literary articles. thing which Is all
movement all transport Of the soul.
I all fierceness and all elamOr Music
alone could give an approximate idea
Of battle and its tumuit. but even
music could not represent tine intoxL
eating realities / do not hone 10
make you smell the powder or the
heavy 0dor Of blood, nor 10 enable
YOU 10 perceive the rumblings, the
splendors, the heayings Of this dull
and cruel strife. I would only bring
before your eyes corner Of France,
and a soldier in the midst Of the hur-
ricane Of bullets. Of shells. of bayonets,
Of SCREENINGS. Of groanlngs and OF
the thud of marching feet
IL Is necessary, as the commander
SAYS, 10 take the trench.
tie does not put 1t In words. but we
divine In his accent, in his gesture
and in mis- glance, that. cost what il
may The order must be executed:
Conquer or die These words.
which formerly had for as only Ger
tain vague, ideal and heroic mean I
ing. take upon themselves a sudden I.
weight Of Significance now that We /
are really face to face with Com I
rade.
The Ice Is Broken.
An artilleryman running up hands 4
folded paper 10 the commander.
lie reads II, his brows knit, he scrib-
bies q word with a pencil and gives
the note back to the man. who dis
appears toward the rear Some min
utes slip by broken by Intermittent
volleys
They evidently were on the
watch. We cannot hope to surprise
them and We are seooped. that is GER
tain. BAH our parts are cast; the
first skirmish has prepared us. As
q timid bather tries the water with
his feet We have taken the temporal
ture. OF the comDat. the Ice Is broken
between danger aud our nerves. Ev-
cry one smiles and is ready.
The stretcher bearers come up af-
ter carrying away the last wounded
The commander goes M and down
the lines hurting advice at us in crisp
words
Don't fire: throw yourselves down
NJ each halt, run toward the mitrail- {
leuses after each blast Courage. my
and silence tin you vet to
he lines Of wlres'
Before he stops seyenty-five men
have consented TO be hurled 10 death.
The moment has cemei
The eyes OF the chief flash With
quick gesture he pulls his revolver
rom his sheath.
For France. Forward.
My children. bay0net or cannon,
Tor France, forward and he leaps
'nt OF the trenches followed BY us
H.
Thirty meters are cleared in as
many seconds. but eur movement has
leen seen, for terrible fusiilade
hfows us upon our somachs.
Our hearts heat and strain within
.ur breasts and Our breath comes
hort. The knapsaek becomes trou-
'lesome' some have already thrown
/ away.
My Algerian has not Quilted me.
ie holds in one hand his rifle and in
ne ether his big shears, and is pre-
aired 20 follow me.
The laying waste has not vet be-
nm. They fire high and the bullets
make their familiar music above our
eads. Some Marmlte shells flash
ut here and there without doing any
amage. We await orders and gain
little ground ON our hands and
nees The fnsiliade stops hook
I those about me. They have be-
ome men Of deeds and have passed
he age Of rash temerlty and Thoughts
ssS andaeity. The heat and noise OF
ombat have fired their brain. Yet
n mistaken resolution makes the
muscles Of their hands stand out ana
ardens their faces
DO not fire. Forward" cries a
dice
We run like mad for the woods. and
mong the branches which lash our
aees. We take off our kepis and
ang them on the skirts of our coats.
Ia ca. ia. ca. ia, cata. ca tai From
lsht and left the mitrailieases patter
Don the nnderbrnsh. u sounds ike a
aisstorm on the leaves We throw
nrselves TO the ground, painting for
reath.
Vacant places have already APP