The Robesonian., 1918-07-08
lover the Top
By An American Soldier
Who Went
ARTHUR GUY EMPEY
Machine Gunner Se,oins in France
Copyright, 1917, by Arthur Guy Hmpey1
CHAPTER K.
Machine Gunne, Se,oins in France
MThe DAYS Workn

"The Days Work."
1 was fast learning that there Is 8
regular routine about the work of the
trenches, although it is badly upset at
times by the Germans.
The real work in the fire trench
commences at sundown. Tommy is
like burglar, he works at night.
Just as it begins to get dark the
word "stand to- is passed from trav-
erse to traverse, and the men get busy.
The first relief, consisting of two men
to a traverse, mount the fire step, one
man looking over the top, while the
other sits at his feet, ready to carry
messages or to inform the platoon Off
Ger of any report made by the sentry
as to his observations in No Mans
Land. The sentry is not allowed to
relax his watch for a second. If he is
questioned from the trench or asked
his orders, he replies without turning
around or taking his eyes from the ex-
panse of dirt in front of him. The re-
mainder of the occupants of his trav-
erse either sit on the fire step, with
bayonets fixed, ready for any emer-
gency, or if lucky, and a dugout hap
pens to be in the near vicinity of the
traverse, and if the night is quiet, they
are permitted to go to same and try
and snatch few winks of sleep. Little
sleeping is done; generally the men sit
around, smoking fags and seeing who
can tell the biggest lie. Some of them
perhaps with their feet in water, would
write home sympathizing with the
governor because he was laid up
with cold, contracted by getting his
feet wet On his way to work in Wool
wich arsenal. If man should manage
to doze off, likely as not he would wake
with a start as the clammy, cold feet
Of a rat passed over his face, or the
next relief stepped on his stomach
while stumbling on their way to relieve
the sentries in the trench.
Just try to sleep with a belt full of
ammunition around you, your rifle bolt
biting into your ribs, intrenching tool
handle sticking into the small of YOUR
back, with tin hat for a pillow and
WY dAu COlU, WILD
coolies boring for Oil in your arm
pits, the air foul from the stencil of
grimy human bodies and smoke from a
juicy pipe being whitfield into your nos
trlls, then you will not wonder why
Tommy occasionally takes a turn in
the trench for a rest.
While in front-line trench orders
forbid Tommy from removing his
boots, puttees, clothing or equipment.
The "cooties'' take advantage of this
order and mobilize their forces. and
Tommy swears vengeance on them and
mutters to himself. "Just wait until I
nit rest billets and am able to get my
own back"
Just before daylight the men .'turn
to- and tumble out of the dugouts. man
the fire step until it gets light. or the
welcome order '.stand down. is given.
Sometimes before "stand down" is or
dered, the command live rounds ran
Id" is passed along the trench. This
means that each man must rest his
rifle on the top and fire as rapidlv as
possible five shots aimed toward tho
German trenches, and then duck with
the emphasis on the ''duck"). There is
great rivalry between the opposing
forces to get their rapid fire all off
hrst, because the early bird, in this in
stance, catches the worm-sort of gets
the jump on the other fellow, catching
him unawares.
We had sergeant in our battalion
named Warren. He was on duty with
nus platoon in the fire trench one after