The Eureka sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1902-current, 1915-01-30
Brave Deeds, Superhuman At.
tacks, Fearful Nights, Terrible
Anxiety Are What the Soldiers
Share In Equally on Europe's
BattlefieIds.

"HE daily existence of the aver
age European fighter is made
up OF a series Of thrills. Every
minute his nerves are on edge.
He must face fire unfiinchingly. Sto-
ries of reckless bravery abroad I'LL the
newspapers daily. Each man facing
the enemy senses every minute Of the
time that the shadow of eternity how
ers Owe him. Terrible moments Of
anxiety come to him when he finds
himself in q position where death
seems only a second away, but he is
preserved by the narrowest margin.
How it must shock his every nerve to
ind himself rudely awakened by the
call to arms after snatching a few
winks Of much needed sleep. Then to
find the enemy close upon him while
suddenly glaring searchlights pierce the
inky blackness Of the night, revealing
his comrades falling dead and wound
cd on all sides, completely surprised by
the enemy. All this and much more he
must suffer without complaint until
he, too, u struck to the ground. But
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the fighting tell their stories:
Sohnny Poe, famous ex-Princeton
football player and soldier of fortune,
who recently enlisted in the British
army, has been promoted and Is now
an orderly for q colonel. His mother,
Mxs. John P. Poe Of Baltimore. has
5ust received a letter from him. He
writes that he is In the One Hundred
and Twelfth battery Of the heavy
brigade, royal garrison artillery, and
says:
Our battery has been in action for
the last i've or six days. l am n Of
the colonels orderlies, &c / ride around
from q battery to another. We bill
let in houses and barns, and thus far
have had plenty to eat and a good
place to sleep. The heavy brigade
lights away back from the infantry.
I have had a few shells burst neal me
and in most case was well under COW
Shrapnel shells have an unpleas-
ant sound as they go by.
I'VE were given a splendid reception
by the natives when we first arrived
There were plenty Of fruit, cigars, ciga-
xettes, crackers, beer and chocolates
given US.
seldom do we see a newspaper.
When I was working / never forgot
the day Of the week OF month. but
here I am often far or in both"
"War Has Made Us erioands."
A letter written by a private found
IN a German trench says: You have
no idea of our fatigues and privations
during the last fortnight. For the last
four days we have had to support an
artillery fire of inconceivable violence.
The solid earth rocked necessarily be-
meath bursting shells.
Every day hundreds Of my comrades
been carried away dead or wound
ed. II it does not finish soon those not
killed will disappear gradually. There
Is a limit to our endurance.
1.-The French villages We pass through
are ruins, not a BIZ to eat or drink in
them. We are no longer men: the war
makes brigands Of US"
Four Hours to Crawl a Mile.
A mile and a half crawl with five bull
let's in his body under artillery and
rife fire was the experience Of Private
Dan Hurst OF the Coidstream guards.
to his wife. Hurst says:
Don't fret over me. ] have five
wounds, but I am a lucky chap TO be
here to tell the tale. for IL the shell
which hit me in the chest had explod-
ID a bit lower l would have been kill
ID outright. It rained in torrents all