The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1915-09-02

Trench Warfare Graphically Dc,
sorihed by Correspondent.
Hhat Il Neans to Live Tcr Weeks in
Ditch Seeking TO Kill Persons in
Another Ditch Within Hail
ing Distance.

London.-A British CORRESPONDENT
at the front with the cXpeditionary
| force in FLANDERS sends the following
| graphic description OF life in the
| trenches:
This war, particularly this trench
warfare-'the war Of positions as the
Germans more correctly call it's SC
utterly unprecedented that one often
searches the mind in vain for some
suitable parallel which will make peo.
pie realize what it means to have to
live for days, sometimes for weeks, on
end In narrow ditch seeking to com
pass the violent death Of persons in
another ditch within hailing dis.
tance with whom not year ago one
might have been lunching or dining.
Il was in some trenches the other
day. We were having tea round a
table In dugout. The trench ran
through cornteld, as | remember, and
as we drank our tea we had a fine
view Of some ruined buildings against
the Sky. The German trenches were
very close, and if you had fancy to
finish with life all you had to do was
TO take two steps from the tea table
and poke your head for an instant
above the sandbags Of the parapet
On the German side an officer had
tried to do this that morning. Five
minutes afterwards three men with a
stretcher had taken the body away.
Somebody remarked on the strange.
ness Of our position. Here we are,
he said, in a ditch in cornfcld.
hather good spot for a picnic il
would have been, wouldn't it, with the
old farm back there to furnish hot wa.
ter for tea and this nice view in front
or us? dare say people used to come
mere on summer evenings like this
year ago. Yet here we are. a lot OF
men who probably never heard OF
flanders IN their lives before this
war, Lying In an adjcctival cornGcid.
with only one idea in life, and that to
Kill as many as possible Of another
bunch Of fellows living in another
corner Of the same old cornheld.
Funny war, ain't 1t? Who'll come and
snipe?'
lie and another man, having fin.
lshed their tea, went off down thc
trench where the bullets were whin.
neylng and popping and snicking great
"ads out of the sandbags OF the pa.
rados with resounding smack that
1airly deafens you If your head han.
pens to be alongside. could see them
FOR bit creeping doubled up along q
stretch Of low trench marked down as
pad corner. Later caught sight of
them In a ruined barn. They were
kneeling motionless with their rifles
at an opening. They were waiting.
know whom they were waiting for, a
gentle German whom they had named
feter Weber, sniper, whose perch
was In tree. They had waited for
him for three days. They didn't get
feter Weber that day.
Men who live like this almost on
tete-a-tete with the Germans, positive.
ly get to know their enemies by sight.
They give the snipers names and one
hears Of displays Of frightiulncss by
Karl and Fritz and OF Hermann's eve.
ming hate
The other day | was in a position
which is less than thirty yards from
the German trenches, where the few
men holding the place squat doubled
up III narrow trench with a stack Of
bombs at hand to repel an attack. The
trench rnEN through some ruined