Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-04-19

on, according to the code names on
our map. Then to rub it in, they
hoisted some more signs which read,
Come on, we are ready, stupid Eng
lSh."
1t Is still mystery to me how they
obtained this knowledge. There had
been no raids or prisoners taken, so
it must have been the work of spies
in our own lines.
Three or four days before the big
push we tried to shatter Fritz's nerves
by feint attacks, and partially sue
cecded as the official reports Of July
l show.
Although we were constantly bonn
harding their lines day and night, still
we fooled the Germans several times.
This was accomplished by throwing
an intense barrage into his lines
then using smoke shells we would put
curtain of white smoke across No
Mans Land, completely Obstructing
his view Of our trenches, ana
would raise our curtain Of fire
as If in an actual attack. All
down our trenches the men would
shout and cheer, and Fritz would turn
loose with machine-gun, rife, and
shrapnel fire, thinking we were COM
ing over.
After three or four of these dummy
attacks his nerves must have been
near the breaking point,
On June "a, 1915, at $40 In the
morning our guns opened up, and hell
was let loose. The din was terrific, a
constant -boOm-boom In your ear.
At night the sky was red glare.
Our bombardment had lasted about
two hours when Fritz started reply
ing. Although we were sending over
ten shells to his one, our casualties
were heavy. There was constant
stream of stretchers coming out of the
communication trenches and burial
parties were a common sight.
In the dugouts the noise of the guns
almost hurt. You had the same sensa-
ton as when riding on the subway you
enter the tube under the river going
to BroOklyn-a sort of pressure on the
ear drums, and the ground constantly
trembling.
The roads behind the trenches were
very dangerous because Boche shrap
mel was constantly bursting over them
We avoided these dangerous spots by
crossing through open fields.
The destruction in the German lines
was awful and l really felt sorry fol
them because l realized how they must
be clicking it.
From our front-line trench, every
now and again, we could hear SHARP
whistle blasts in the German trenches
These blasts were the signals fol
stretcher bearers, and meant the
wounding or killing of some German II
the service Of his fatherland.
Atwell and l had tough time Of 1t
patrolling the different trenches a
night, but after awhile got used to 1t.
Ny old outfit, the machine gun com
pany, was stationed in huge elephan
dugouts about four hundred yards be
hind the front-line trench-they wer'
in reserve. Occasionally would stol
In their dugout and have cOnfab will
my former mates. Although we triet
to be jolly, still, there was a lurking
feeling of impending disaster. Eacl
man was wondering IT, after tn
slogan, "Over the. top with the best o
luck" had been sounded, would he still
be alive or would he be lying "some
where in France" In an old dilapidate'
house, the walls of which were SCARED
with machine-gun bullets, No. 3 sec
ton of the machine gun company hat
Its quarters. The company's cooks pre-
pared the meals in this billet. On tn
fifth evening of the bOmbardment
German eight-inch shell registered
direct hit on the billet and wiped on