Jackson County journal., 1918-11-22
STORIES OF BRAVERY DISPLAYED
BY OUR FIGHTING IRISH AMERICANS
Bows OF Ninth Massachusetts and Fighting Synh of New York
Die Fighting With Smiles Their Lips, but Huns Pay-
Yank Taken Prisoner by Three Huns, Drops Gre
made and Kills Captors and Self

behind. Suddenly one of our shells
lit within few yards of the party.
The three Germans ducked. l thought
reached into his hip pocket. lie
dropped hand grenade directly at
his own feet and those of his captors
and the three Germans were killed.
81 got there quickly afterward to
where he lay. He smiled up at ME.
Yes. he smiled, though his arm and
half his side had been blown off.
"'God boy l said, Mortified, 'why
did you dc that?'
Saw me get 'em, did you, Doc? ne
answered.
"1es. but didn't know what to
say as l tried to dress that frightsul
wound.
Gave Life to Get Three.
"'Wel, DOCTOR he said gravely.
I'D been to communion this morning
and | guess | was ready to die. But
| wasn't ready to go to Germany.
They searched me for grenades when
I, they got me, the three of them, and
they took those out of my bag and
out of my side pocket. But | always
carry one tucked into my pants when
! l go out here. just in case Of-Well
anything like this. And when those
! three Germans ducked it came through
my mind n lot quicker than l can tell
| it that three dead Germans and ore
! dead American was Il lot more on our
side Of the score than three live Ger
mans and an American as good as
dead in Berlin SO l let her 60
"He tried to raise his head ana
| look around.
"'Never mind, boy, you got them
ALL l assured him.
'Any-any chance for me. doc| he
said
Il didn't answer and he knew. His
remaining hand crept beneath his
blOod-soaked tunic, gripped something
tight and stayed there. After a mo-
ment he spoke again.
doc he said, you know all tbs
boys around our square. l wish the!
could know l was game.
And, doc his voice was weaker
; will you-will you tell my mother
had-I had this when-I went
SLOWLY his hand came out; slowl,
It opened; that boys hand strangel!
old and worn with the bloodstains ant
CRIME. Slowly it opened and there il
the blackened palm glistened a tiny
bright silver crucifix. He was dead
Won't Stop Fighting.
;. It's Chaplain HaEley who tells tn
story of the SiXty-ninth. They refe
, to the chaplain as holding the clerica
They can't keep him off patrols Chal
4, lain Hanley knows the story of mos
!, of the casualties Of the Sixty -nintl
He SubStantiateS the statement tina
). not . man has been killed or wounde
by 4 German bayOnet, nOtWithstandn
, the regiment has encountered in pitcf
ed and open battle three Of the fiv
J., divisions of the PruSSian Guard at OF
4 time and another of its career. Neet
!, less to say. the PrusSiau Guard divi
4 Ion can make no such boast. Fathe
Hanley says the hardest time the
i have with casualties in the Sixty mint
is to make them stop fighting whe
! they're hit. He is himself just reco
ering from a wounded leg.
y "The officers are as bad as the men
d he declares. The day | got tn
+p wound | was working up With CAPITA
y, llurley'S company. They'd been dr.
d en back a little by Il vicious Germs
~ barrage and they were on little ridg
S1 They'd got orders to hold it, and tn.
n did, for four days. When they left
rs they Went ahead
id swell, l was up there this day al
[ heard of wounded man ahead al
le a little to one side, just over the ed
le of the hill toward the German line
l told the captain Id better go to hi
en and he wanted to detail couple
he men to help me. l declined and sta
ID, ed off by myself, crawling on my stol
nc ach underneath a stream of machiI