The Arizona copper camp., 1918-06-22
CHAPTER. XVI.
Battery D 23s.

mdcHlue SunnerS QugOuL rlgnC near
the advanced artillery observation
post. This dugout was a roomy affair."
dry as tinder, and real cots in it.
These cots had been made by the
r. E.'s who had previously occupied
the dugout. / was the first to enter
and promptly made signboard with
my name and number on it and sus-
pended it from the foot of the most
comfortable cot therein.
In the trenches it is always first
come, first served" and this is lived
up to- by all.
Two r. f. A. men (Royal Field ar
tfllery) from the nearby observation
I post were allowed the privilege Of
stopping in this dugout when off duty.
One of these men, Bombardier Will
son by name, who belonged to Bat
terry D 238, seemed to take liking
to me, and returned this feeling.
In two days time we were pretty
chummy, and he told me how his bat
terry in the early days of the war had
put over a stunt on Old Pepper, and
had gotten away with it.
will endeaver to give the story as
far as memory will permit in his own
words:
81 came out with the first expedi-
tionary force, and, like all the rest,
thought we would have the enemy
licked in Jig time, and be able to eat
Christmas dinner at home Well, so
far I have eaten two Christmas din
ners in the trenches, and am liable to
eat two more, the way things are
| pointing. That is, If Fritz don't drop
withholding on me, and send me to
Blighty. Sometimes wish / would
get hit, because it's no great picnic
out here, and twenty-five months Of II
makes you fed up.
'sIt's fairly cushy now compared to
what it used to be, although I admit
this trench is a trifie rough. Now,
we send over five shells to their one,
We are getting our own back, but in
the early days it was different. Then
| you had to take everything without
reply. In fact, we would get twenty
shells in return for every one we sent
over. Fritz seemed to enjoy it, but
we British didn't; we were the suf.
ferers.. Just one casualty after an.
other. Sometimes whole platoons
would disappear, especially when 8
Jack Johnson plunked into theiI
middle. It got so bad that fellow,
when writing home, wouldn't ask fol
| any cigarettes to be sent out, because
| lie was afraid he wouldn't be there ID
receive them.
I "After the drive to Paris was turned
back, trench warfare started. Our
/ general grabbed a map, drew pencil
!. across it, and said, dig here Then
he went back to his tea, and Tommy
armed himself with a pick and shovel
and started digging. He's been dig
ging ever since.
"Of course we dug those trenches at
night, but it was hot work, what with
the rife and machine-gun fire. The
stretcher bearers worked harder than
the diggers.
Those trenches, bloomin' bitches,
call them, were nightmares. They were
only about five feet deep, and you used
to get the backache from bending
down. 1t wasn't exactly safe to stand
upright, either, because as soon as
your napper showed over the top a
bullet would bounce off it, or else come
SO close it would make your hair stand.
"We used to fill sandbags and stick
them on top of the parapet to make It
higher, but no use; they would be
! there about an hour and then Fritz
would turn loose and blow them to
bits. My neck used to be sore from
ducking shells and bullets.
"Where my battery was stationed a
the boys nicknamed Suicide ditch,
and, believe me, Yank, this was the
original Suicide ditch All the others
are limitations.
"When a fellow went into that
trench it was an even gamble that he
would come out on stretcher. At one
time a Scotch battalion held it, and
| when they heard the betting was even
money that they'd come out on
stretchers, they grabbed all the bets
in sight. Like lot of bally idiots, sew
eral Of the battery men fell for their
game, and. put up real money. The
Jocks suffered lot of casualties, and
the prospects looked bright for the
battery men to collect some easy
money. So when the battalion was re-
ieved the gamblers lined up. Several
Jocks got their money for emerging
safely, but the ones who clicked it
weren't there to pay. The artillery
men had never thought it out that
way. Those Scotties were bound to
be sure winners, no matter how the
wind blew. SO take a tip from me.
never bet with a Scottie, cause you'll
lose money.
''At one part Of our trench where
a communication trench joined the
front line Tommy had stuck up a
wooden signpost with three hands or
arms on it. One Of the hands, point
ing to the German lines, read, TO Ber-
linz the one pointing down the com,
munication trench read, ITO Blighty,'
while the other said, Suicide Ditch,