The Pulaskian., 1915-02-05
MONTH WITH THE GERMAN ARMY
 AS DESCRIBED BY AN AMERICAN
Efficiency of the Kasers Great Fighting Machine Wins His Ad kiraion-Pass, Too Good to Be True" Gives Writer an Interesting Four Weeks Behind Teuton Lines In Bel
 giunl-ATested and Escorted to Holland Border

that she was like his own whom he never expected to see again. A train of ten siege guns moved ponderously along the road. Each piece had it's ammunition and equip- ment wagons, and company of soldiers tramping behind; and each was pulled with large steam traction engine On the engine boilers were stamped the words: Made in Leeds, Eng land"
 The few people remaining in the viii lages grouped themselves on the high ground, discussing whether the sound of firing were stronger or fainter than in the days before; whether the Ger mans were retreating or advancing.
 Killing and Baking.
 The commissary was at work, kill ing cattle and hogs, baking bread and sending food to the trenches; amb9- lance wagons rushed by; wounded who were strong enough came walk ing to emergency hospitals; and oc- casionally mid the booming of German guns one heard the long whistle of English shrapnel Meanwhile soldiers marched by always, with their mono tonous swinging stride.
 My pass still worked. And I rode slowly on among scenes which leave in the mind a nightmare of horror; a red vision of machine guns and dead men in bundles and feeling more of disgust than admiration for the cold business efficiency with which it is ac- complished
 At Roulers two men of the cycle corps offered to take me to the firing line, and we rode to Westroosebeke There the gray men loaded and fired, loaded and fired, never saw the enemy and were hauled back wounded and dead Some 300 yards in front were the trenches. There other gray men thrust ir their "clips of five" and shot at other mems heads in other trenches. All around the men fell quickly like targets in shooting gal lery. Shells broke and left small clean-white clouds hanging in tn. sky till the wind waved them away
 1 sat on a railing with a group of privates-several college boys, one professor-by cottage used as a Red Cross station. We talked of many things, and there was wine-Relgian wlne-and there were lots of good cigars-Belgian cigars. These men were resting. They had been out in the trenches and soon were going back. One had seen four classmates killed. Occasionally the sound of shrapnel would turn from whistling into screech, and tEen all would duck instinctively, grin at each other and wonder where it would break. A game, and an interesting one. Twen- ty feet away shot struck, splintered tree and left the top half to fall, in yellow smoke, across the road.
 "Too Good to Be True"
 This, l felt, was quite near enough. But two of my new friends insisted upon getting permission to visit the trenches with me. We saw an officer.
 How did you get here?" he glared. Then, turning to the soldiers: Put him under arrest!"
 Isn't my pass good?" I asked.
 Too good to be true," said he.
 My friends of the bicycle corps, now with loaded guns, one in front, one be- hind took me on a days ride to Thielt Here I was stripped and searched and kept with a guard for several days. Then by two armed chauffeurs and a special messenger was conducted to Ghent. My auto mobile belonged to d generals staff and great was my conceit when at our approach all soldiers stiffened to salute. From Ghent another