The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-03-14
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BOMB THROWN


His Pro icieflcy in That Art
Causes French Trenches
to Drip with Blood.
/ Correspondents ef s;sasssosiated Press.)
! EHRIIN. Mar, Il. The recipe
which a captain of landwchr troops
sends home in accounting for success
/ IN s1ormlng the French trenches in
the .4olsst Of Argonne Is:
t1rst bombs and mines. then our
selves = .s st5 81 IS 81 ~
Writing in detail OF stheseAattacks,
Will Secured tearly.in November, he
gives an hitherto unrublished account
ofhhoW an t'anarchist'' in :hisPregime
had won the Iron Cross.
I'VE have a fellow in the battalion
who is an anarchist and he certainly
understands his handiworls Of throw
ing bombs" the captain rites '$1e
has rendered us. services of incalcu1-
able yaIlie. His name is He
is somewhat OF the Catalonian type.
but. for such work as this he is sim-
/ ply magnificent. He has won theaIron
Cross ana IS famous throughout the
Ult LILO
general teacher in bonb throwing. He
even manufactures bombs. He does
know what fear it. Every time .wllen
ABOUT toIthrow a bomb he Jumps up
Sons.the back OF tn e To euch where he
stands full length and casts the mis-
sleT with deadly accuracy, like an old
Roman throwing the discus. What a
dare devil the fellow it, After such
work. the enemyss trench was actual
lily dripping with ood-but I prefer
Ito keep silence about that. Anyway.
we are able in this way to break the
courage sof the Ffench.'s'
| Other passages of the captains let
ter. tell Of a certain attack at twilight
on November 3.
All day long we belabored the en-
envy with bombs and hand grenades,
and our mine catapult finally sent in
to his trenches a few sugar loves Of
dynamite. After the fifth mine the
infantry NJ = OF the 40, company. was
to fix bayonets, dash forward sudden
every man of them that resisted was
to be shot or bayonetted. Everything
passed off as scheduled The French,
quite stupifed by the frightful explos-
lon of the mines, sat like frightened
rabbits in their trenches and did not
venture to show the tips Of then
noses. Down ams!-we shouted. A
few who tried to defend themselves
We're knocked over; and few sue
ceeded in slipping away in the dark
ness along their trenches and escap-
ing. The rest we made prisoners. OF
course, by this time the French in
the adjacent trenches and in those
further toward their rear had discoy-
cred what was going on; and MUIR
derous fire was opened. upon us from
all sides. But that was all one to
us; we were going to keep what g
had captured Darkness soon put an
end to the shooting, and we held onto
Ioners to the rear inaugurated a
night Of song-first the Old Neither
lands Prayer Of Thanks giving; then
patriotic songs and cid soldiers mel
odies for three long hours. It was
a mild night with the full moon shin
ing.
Our victory next day was still
greater. We took three trenches, ly-
ing one behind the other, made 1923
prisoners, and drove the French at
least 300 metres back and down in1t
/ a deep gulch Our recipe was again
the same-frst bombs and mines, then
yourselves. With a few quick tiger
bounds we were in: the trench These
bombs, cast at such g short distance
have g. frightful effect. We saw
French arms and legs flying out of
/ the trench. probably 30 feet high. And
every bomb struck home. Even before
we sprang forward for our final storm
we saw their raised hands and heard
them in their trenches SO pitiously
crying: quarter, quarter that our
| men scarcely needed to make further
use Of their arms. Only those who
| tried to run away were shot down.
On the following day counted over
90 dead Frenchmen between their Sec
ond and third trenches: s.s
And SO it. will proceed till we shall
have squeezed the French completely
out Of the Argonne, although they are
now defending themselves with the
f,stuhbornness of desperation But Il
is a ightfu1 tedious job! The trench
must be dug at least two metres deep.
The. ground is filed with thick roots
and is very tony. 18th axes. picks.
and spades our men work their way
Etoilsomely forwalr even Nund er the
fire OF the en- envy, ever In danger FOR
One morn1ng as the French ap-
preached the place they were met by
the peasant woman whose. hut had
been demolished and who had taken
refuge in the cellar OF the farm
house. 5.as
spy came last night into. the
garnet OF the farm house. she. de-
clared riand he, made Illuminated
signals to the Germans from the win