The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1915-03-10
SOLDIERS TELL
VIVID STORIES
Give Personal Touches lmpossi-
BILE to War Correspondent in
These Days.
JoKERs EVEN IN TRENCHES
irish Spirit Proves irrepresslble In
Face Of Grave Danger-sea Fight
40 Seen From the En-
CINE Room.

CINE Room.
London.-The war mailbag IL just
now prolific source of interest.
Vivid letters from soldiers at the
/ front or in hospital bases and scrappy
notes from the tars with the silent
feet" mirror the actualities Of war
with q wealth Of intimate detail and
picturesque personal touches impossi-
BILE to the harshly censored war cor
respondent.
The following is written from the
front by Corp. T. Trainor:
I'VE have had German cavalry
thrown at US six times In the last four
hours, and each time 1t has been a
different body, SO that they must
have plenty to spare. There Is no
eight hours for work. eight hours for
sleep and eight hours for play with
us, whatever the Germans may do.
1.-THE strain is beginning to tell on
them more than on us, and you can
see by the weary faces and trembling
hands that they are beginning to
break down.
Zone prisoner taken by the French
near Courtrai sobbed for an hour as
though his heart were broken, his
nerves were so much shaken by what
he had been through The French
are fighting hard all round us with
a grit and 60 that will carry them
through.
Have you ever seen little man
fighting great. big, hulking giant
who keeps on forcing the little chap
about the place until the giant tires
himself out, and then the little one,
who has kept his wind, knocks him
over? That's how the fighting here
strikes me.
1--WE are dancing about round the big
German army, but our turn will
come. Our commanders know their
business, and we shall come out on
top all right"
Sergeant Major McDermott does not
write under ideal literary conditions.
but his style is none the worse for
the inspiration furnished by the
shrieking she'll:
II am writing to you with the en-
emy's shells bursting and screaming
overhead; but God knows when it
will be posted. II at all.
I'VE are waiting for something to
turn up to be shot at, but up to now,
though their artillery has been max
ing fiendish row all along our front,
we haven't seen as much as mos
quito's eyelash to shoot at. That's
why | am able to write. and some of
us are able to take bit Of rest while
the others keep dick
There is fine German airship
hanging around like great blue
bottle up in the sky, and now and
then our gunners are trying to bring
it down, but they haven't done it yet.
Its the quantity, not the quality of
the German shells that is having ef-
feet on us, and it's not SO much the
actual damage to life as the nerve
racking row that counts for so much
"Townsmen who are used to the
noise and roar of streets can stand
1t better than the countrymen, and |
think you will find that by far the
fittest men are those of regiments
mainly recruited in the big cities.
"a London lad near me says it's no
worse than the roar of the motor
buses and other traffic in the city on
busy day"
Gaelic Spirit lrrepressibIe.
The Gaelic spirit has not deserted
Sergt. T. Cahill under fire. He writes:
THE Red Cross girleens with their
purity faces and their sweet ways are
as good men as most of us, and bet
ter than some of us. They are not
supposed to venture into the firing
line at all, but they get there all the
same, and devil one of us burst turn
them away.
Mike Clancy is that droll with his
larking and bamboozling the Germans
that he makes us nearly split our
sides laughing at him and his ways.
Yesterday he got stick and put
cap on it, so that it peeped up
above the trench just like a man, and
then the Germans kept shooting away
at it until they must have used up
tons of ammunition"
But Mike Clancy was not the only
practical joker in the trenches. as the
following from wounded soldier
shows:
Our men have just had their pa
pers from home, and have noted,
among other things, that Business as
Usual is the motto of patriotic shop
keepers.
In last weeks hard fighting the
Wiltshires, holding an exposed posi-
ton, ran out of ammunition, and had
to suspend firing until a party brought
fresh supplies across the open I'M
der a heavy fire.
Then the wag of the regiment, a
Cockney, produced biscuit tin with