The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-08-08
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makes pubic q letter written to htrr
by William &. Berry. attached t.
Z the corps, giving vivid description
I3ofstts work and the dangers Its mem.
beers have to undergo. Professor
Norton. was but recently decorated
by the French government with the
military cross. l
Mr.. Berry's letter dated Baisieux
Somme, June i states that the corps
has been removed to- a base less than
six miles behind the lines and tells
his experiences during twenty-foul
hours at post half mile or so from
the trenches.
Two OF. us. on two-strecher
three sitter ambulance arrived at tbs
appointed village a little after mid;
day the letter reads. but still 81
time to bid goodbye to the French
guard car which we were to replace
At 1880 p. m. there came a telephone
order from the s'premier post de
scours" at the trenches for the
..voilture Americana to report there
limmediately At once the car was
gotten under way. Slowly VS.
craWled through strets Uttered With
the debris Of shell-shattered houses
and walls, and by sentries who de-
manded the pass word at the bay
OuSG6 point. Cl4EtuS1 Oh a SC4usSS4 VI
supply and ammunition trains In g
country lane kept US back. but 2
sudden turn to the left showed 9
white ribbon of empty road that
wound up over high ridge before
us. Innocent 1t looked, and inviting,
We opened the throttle wide. and
rushed to the summit find our
selves In full view of the German
guns and trenches. while In the sur
face OF the road we jolted over old
shell marks gaped at US like man
holes. II
Face Shells and Bullets.
Down the far side OF the ridge
we dropped at full speed, holding
our breath. But no shells fell, and
no bullets, and we inwardly con-
graduated ourselves as we drew uH
near the dugout shelters hidden in
hollow behind the French second
line where we found an orderly wait
ing for us besides final sentry
Here the car was turned round and
the stretchers shouldered, for we-had
reached a point beyond which the
am bulance might not go, since the
road, which led straight on to the
German lines, was heavily barri-
The premier poste de secours.
was someways down the road and
we hurried towards tt with the or
Derby. When we reached 1T. this first
aid dressing station proved to be a
Tdugout chamberst1 i've feet below the
ground reached by an inclined plane
much as one enters to the tomb
chamber OF the great Pyramid Of
Cheops. Here we found our men,
wounded but fifteen minutes before
ready for us. One had rife bullet
H Ie1a rid
died with shrapnel. Both were IL
pretty bad shape, the shrapnel case
especially, but as we lifted the first
onto stretcher his eyes opened
and he smiled at us, while from the
distorted bundle of light blue uni
form and red bandage which was the
second, q weak and bloody hand
crept out and closed over mine as
we lifted him. and from mouth
which could not see came the
whisper, Les Americanes.'
Mr.. Berry then describes the pain
full work Of carrying the two men
back through the post village to
little church further on, which had
been fitted UP as q temporary hos
During dinner that evening the
village was she1led for half an hour.
he writes. At II p. m. they were
aroused by an orderly with SUM
mon for them to go to 1iill Y
Work in the Dark.
without single light, but with
moved through the deserted STREETS,
feeling its way through the tree
shadows. Sentries are jumpy folk
at these hours, and moving lantern
in the middle OF the road brought
us to dead stop while throaty
.Oui Viye!' from the darkness at the
side marked where rifle probably
covered US.
The pass wordand then on
again until. hill u was reached.
This time we left the car as close
sible, for nowi stray bullets were
zip-zipping overhead as thick as
June bugs around a candle. a dim
red light showed US the poste de
scours.'' We shuffled down its pas
sage and entered. One of two Lam
terms was smoking badly, and 1t was
through q haze that we saw. at one
end Of q chamber perhaps forty feet
long by ten wide. In which one had
to stoop, five or six slightly wounded
men asleep on the straw which
other end. rude operating table
from which two orderltes were lift
ing the cause of our Journey. In a
corner the surgeon was washing his
red hands IN q basin. That was all.
but perhaps not quite all.
Pathetic Incidents.
THE order1ies whispered encour-
apingly intos ears that did not hear
as they strove tosquiet the rolling to
and fro OF the bundle Of red and
white bandage which was head, OF
bound to the stretcher the twitching
arms and legs In which the broken
nerves were struggling. Presently.
however, they stopped, lifted, and
passed out under tne stars. We
started to follow with the astccou.re-