Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1915-02-19

AA'it NutNh tht SUI III Va - VI 80 fNNs
ing.
How can we contain ouraelves?
/ The seconds seem like hours; we are
exasperased. maddened with the de-
sire TO fire. 10 strike. TO finish Il.
Without thinking we fire furiously.
Capturing the Guns.
Suddenly we tremble from head to
foot With magnificent, discord
which brings a smile even Ia our
( lips a trumpet sounds the charge.
Then a formidable cry Forward
with the bayonetsi" repeated from
/ thousand threats as IL mad. while the
metallic notes pierce the heart and
rush US on irresistihly
Z There is drop to drink above!
There is drop to drink,
Howlng like demons. no obstacle
can check MS. Who fallsg No one
knows,
There is a drop TO drink aboyel
Fallen trees woven together, inyisi-
bic holes that make us stumble. wires
which entagle US. these are not
enough to check our onward rush.
There is a drop to drink
With a glance of the eye, which
only fifteen years on the football
field can give to a man, / take in the
battlefield. There are some trenches
about 100 metres long. with two mi
trallietseS at each end which sweep
the earth with their last gusts, and
scarcely thirty Westphalians-all that
two officers could hold at the point of
the revOlver-rtish out Of the trench
es. firing as they run. The rest have
fled before our bayonets, stampeding
the reserves in their panic
TO the mitrailleuses. To the mi /
trailieuses!" Twenty men hurl them I
selves forward. A corporal gets there I
first and heats the sub.officer down I
on his own machine gun. The other I
cotfee-mills are seized. too. But /
the trumpet is not STILL II sounds.
There is q drop to drink abovei /
The handful of Westphalians de- /
fend themselves courageousIy. 4 for 4
midable sergeant of marines, with 4
gesture quick as thought, plants his 4
hayonet in the breast Of a big devil II
who falls. vomiting a red flood. The n
blade has penetrated so far that In
trying 10 pull 1t out il is twisted into
uselessness. Then there is a horri-
bic melee In which the dripping bay
oncts are plunged into bodies, where
ciubDed rifles beat upon heads. where
men, each intent on his own task.
are hurie together, breath 10 breath,
2 tangled, biting. strangling. kicking
mass, from which come oaths and
prayers, eroanings and the death-rat-
tle
Two men throw themselves upon ]
each other with so much fury that
even their blades disappear in Their
bellies even 20 the hilt They fan side /
by side with the death sob in their |
.hroats. One II the Westphalian Of Il
ieers. still on his feet, hurls himself |
upon one Of our men who has lust |
iisentangled himself from the wires.
nut IN his turn. he makes a false step |
md fails upon his adversary. The |
wo men struggle silently, when sud
ienly the soldier, disengaging him |
ielf, selves the officers sword and |
'ins him to the earth. Il
Victory.
Go I, ~ marinest- shouts IN old '
older OF Tonkin and Morocco. bran- :
fishing mis- rifle about in his arms rs
BEAUTIFUL as a statue.
Defeated. the few remaining Prus-
lans threw themselves on their :
,nees' Comrades. Comrades" |
ney cried. but the fury of carnage I
'as on and the bayonets and rifles
"a their terrible work, butchering '
he last with awful cries. :
We lump into the captured trench.
oNered with sweat and blood. our Z
yes staring with horror, our throats i
ry' almost out OF breath, but with y
ne heart swelling with joy. We il