Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1918-09-24

home, saying that in the morning they
were going over the top, and also that
IL the letters reached their destination
II would mean that the writer had been
killed.
These letters were turned over to
the captain with instructions to mall
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 nerve-racking walt com
menced. Every now and then l 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 I 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 9.2's 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
Our 1S-pounders were destroying the
German barbed wire, while the heavier
stun was demollshlng 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 'Mlnnies" In
our front line. We clicked several cas-
ualties. Then they suddenly ceased.
Our artillery had tapped or sllenced
them.
| n,,r nho al, oAr,Id
almost read newspaper In our trench.
Sometimes In the flare of a shell-burst
mans body would be silhouetted
against the parados of the trench and
1t appeared like q 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 q shudder through your
frame, you wondered why they made
you wait until the lifting of the bar
rage before going over. At ten min
utes to four word was passed down,
"Ten minutes to go" Ten minutes
to livei We were shivering all over.
My legs felt as II 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-
lltest 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. / 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 II
means If you are lucky enough to come
back you will be minus an arm or q
!, leg.
} 1 glanced again at my wrist watch
| We all wore them and you could hardly
call us 'sissies" for doing so. 1t was o
: minute to four. 1 could see the hand
) move to the twelve, then a dead 81
| lence. 1t hurt. Everyone looked VI
] to see what had happened, but not fol-
( long. Sharp whistle blasts rang Out
I along the trench, and with a cheer the
men scrambled up the ladders. The
bullets were cracking overhead, and
occasionally a machine gun would riI
/ and tear the top of the sandbag para
) pet. How 1 got up that ladder 1 will
never know. The first ten feet out In
, front was agony. Then we passed