New Britain herald., 1918-02-28


 France, aroused our righteous indig- nation.
 So with yells, crash, bang and stab, we were on them, and in short time our men were in the Hu1 trench. Fritz contested hotly. Such bitter fighting could not continue. Slowly, tut surely, the Huns were driven back and at last we had him on the run, down communication trenches they ran--except great num- perS or their dead and wounded. The latter, now that the fighting was finished, were handled tender1y and carried back to our own dressing sta tlons to get their wounds treated We, too, had suffered, but we had the wonderful feeling of eiaton which belongs to the victor A weary but triumphant company beat it back to our own lines.
 Entertained Enemy Unaware
 (By Sergt- Reginald Grant 1st Canadian Field Artillery Brigade
 1st Canadian Contingent)
 (Sergt Grant was overseas for 35 months, was wounded twice, and gassed twice. Now at the Chicago De- pot, B. c. R. M.)
 We took up our battery position at Bois Granier, >near Neuve Chapelle, from which place the Germans had been driven out by the British troops. Three guns were established in the cellar of an old French farm house. The other, the fourth gun, we took up forward and put in amongst the support trenches for the purpose of giving gun protection to the front line trenches.
 I, went forward with this gun and was put in charge of it. We took up our position in a little hedge that was growing between the support trench es. Here and there straw stacks were standing. The gun placed, that night my man and sat down on the seats of the gun and waited Now and then a tree fifteen feet in the rear of the gun was hit. Sometimes the shield of the gun would ring from a good shot. Fritz seemed to know what he was doing and aimed well. Then all was quiet From the silence came "ping, ping, a little to our rear on the left.
 It was plain that we were being fired on from our rear. Then a few shots were fired from the front It puzzled us. All of a sudden steps were nedTu. we udd dot HcetIu IlioAA coming.
 My Halt, who goes there 7? brought no answer at first. We saw two fellows and were just about to shoot when one answered, 'I am lost. Show me where the Durhams Gan English regiment) are lying.'' We di- rected them and again settled down in the silence, keeping uder cover as much as we could. We were again sniped at from the rear. Our curiOs- ity was aroused.
 In d short time we were conscious again Of steps close at hand and again two British uniforms and good Eng fish told US they could not find the Durhams and they went on toward the British lines.
 More sniping from the rear Now and then the aim was good and the wheel of the gun was clipped. Chlnks knocked off the gun and one of our dial sights was broken. Finally, af- ter abou5 three hours we spotted flash in the direction of the nearest straw stack. Two hours before day light we were relieved and made our report at headquarters. That day we set fire to the offending haystack. Among the ashes and cinders were
 
 parts of his telephone apparatus.
 Two days later shell struck the gun. and killed two of our gun crew. It was done at night which showed the Huns had it's exact location. They evidently waited two days for more information from the strawstac]1 and then Surmised that no more messages would come from their agent in it. Mol (By Lieut.. w. G. Hamilton, of the Canadian Black Watch.) You can't tell from looking at 9 fellow what he's going to do. On the steamer going over, there was a was Eddy He was a quiet, pallid faced boy, very, very slight, only seventeen. He looked as if a whiff of wind would blow him away. This youngster was always so meek, so polite in his way of talking to the | officers-"Please, sir, may l do this 1 and "please, sir,'' that. He looked l and, at those times. acted as if he l had no fight in him at all. l One day, by some chance, his box l ing ability was discovered. There was another man in the Battalion 1 it was the 23rd-who was forty or fifty pounds heavier than Eddy, a l man who was quite good boxer. l 1 said to Eddy: tHow about boxing So- l and-so? Would you like to?'' "Yes, ! sir, how many rounds?" The same l very quiet, very polite response AS l many as you like, sir, or shall we 1 make it a knock-out?'' he obligingly l queried. They started in and Eddy l went at it as quick as a flash. He l lTno n ! seventh round.
 It was the same thing when we reached the trenches and went into action. The same quiet. polite boy, he went quietly about his work, but I yszarlc, He a Ixu:a11ss I