Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1918-05-25

gunners' dugout and wrote letters
home, saying that In the morning they
were going over the top. and also that
If the letters reached their destination
1t would mean that the writer had been
killed.
| These letters were turned over to
the captain with instructions to mail
same In the event of the writer's being
killed. Some of the men made out
their Wills In their pay books, under
the caption, "Will and Last Tesla
ment."
Then the nerye-racking wait COM
| menced. Every now and then | would
| glance at the dial Of my wrist watch
and was surprised to see how fast the
+, minutes passed by. About five minutes
| to two l got nervous waiting for our
guns to open up. could not take my
eyes from my watch. l crouched
against the parapet and strained my
muscles in a deathlike grip upon my
rifle. AS the hands on my watch
showed two o'clock binding red flare
| lighted up the sky in our rear, then
thunder, intermixed with a sharp, whis-
! Ting sound in the air over our heads
The shells from our guns were speed
ing on their way toward the German
lines. With one accord the men
sprang up on the fire step and looked
over the top In the direction Of the
German trenches. A line of bursting
shells lighted up No Mans Land. The
din was terrific and the ground trem-
bled. Then, high above our heads we
could hear signing moan. Our big
boys behind the line had opened up
and 92s and 15-inch shells commenced
dropping into the German lines. The
flash of the guns behind the lines, the
scream of the shells through the air,
and the flare of them, bursting, was a
spectacle that put Pains greatest dis
play into the shade. The constant
pup, pup, of German machine guns and
an occasional rattle Of rifle firing gave
me the impression Of huge audience
applauding the work of the batteries.
Our 1S-pounders were destroying the
German barbed wire, while the heavier
stuff was demolishing their trenches
and bashing in dugouts or funk holes.
Then Fritz got busy.
Their shells went screaming over
head, aimed in the direction of the
| flares from our batteries. Trench NOR
tars started dropping "Minnlss" in
our front line. We clicked several cas-
ualties. Then they suddenly ceased.
Our artillery had tapped or silenced
them.
| During the bombardment you could
almost read newspaper in our trench.
| Sometimes In the flare of shell-burst
mans body would be silhouetted
against the parados of the trench and
| it appeared like huge monster. You
could hardly hear yourself think. When
an order was to be passed down the
trench you had to yell 1t, using your
] hands as a funnel into the ear of the
man sitting next to you on the fire step.
| In about twenty minutes a generous
rum issue was doled out. After drink
| ing the rum, which tasted like varnish
and sent shudder through your
| frame, you wondered why they made
you wait until the lifting Of the bar
rage before going overs At ten min
utes to four word was passed down,
''Ten minutes to gop Ten minutes
| to live! We were shivering all over.
My legs felt as IL they were asleep.
Then word was passed down: "First
wave get on and near the scaling lad
ders."
Before a charge Tommy Is the po-
litest of men. There is never any push
| ing or crowding to be first up these
ladders. We crouched around the base
of the ladders waiting for the word
| to go over. I was sick and faint, and
was putting away at an unlighted flag.
Then came the word, "Three minutes
to go; upon the lifting of the barrage
and on the blast Of the whistles, Over
| the top with the best o. luck and give
them HE'LL" The famous phrase of
| the western front. The Jonah phrase
of the western front. To Tommy 1t
means IL you are lucky enough to come
back you will be minus an arm or a
leg.
/ glanced again at my wrist watch.
| We all wore them and you could hardly
call us "sissies" for doing so. 1t was a
minute to four. / could see the hand
move to the twelve, then dead ST.
lence. 1t hurt Everyone looked up
to see what had happened, but not for
long. Sharp whistle blasts rang out
along the trench, and with cheer the
men scrambled up the ladders The
bullets were cracking overhead, and
occasionally a machine gun would rip
and tear the top of the sandbag para
pet. How / got up that ladder will
never know. The first ten feet out In
front was agony. Then we passed