Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1918-05-16

Over the TOT
On, according to the code names on
. map. Then to rub it in, they
hoisted some more signs which read,
Come on, we are ready, stupid Eng
lish."
1t is still a mystery to me how they
obtained this knowledge. There had
been no raids or prisoners taken, so
1t must have been the work Of spies
In or own lines.
Three or four days before the big
push w tried to shatter Fritz's nerves
by fetnt attacks. and partially sue
ceeded a the official reports of July
! show.
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
a curtain Of white smoke across No
Mans Land. completely ob~structing
his view Of our trenches, and
would raise our curtain of. fire
as If in an actual attack. All
down u 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-boom in your ear.
At night the sky was a red glare.
Our bombardment had lasted about
two hours when Fritz started reply
ing. Although we were sending over
ten shells to his one, u casualties
were heavy. There was a constant
stream Of stretchers coming out of the
communication trenches and burial
parties were q 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
a drums, and the ground constantly
trembling.
The roads behind the trenches we're
very dangerous because Boche shrap-
mel was constantly bursting over them,
We avoided these dangerous spots by
0rOap1nD <hpn,,nh nrop AoJHo
The destruction in the German lines
was awful and I really felt sorry for
them because I realized how they must
be clicking 1t.
From our front-line trench, every
now and again, we could hear sharp
whistle blasts In the German trenches.
These blasts were the signals for
stretcher bearers, and meant the
wounding Or killing Of some German In
the service of his fatherland.
Atwell and I had a tough time Of 1t,
patrOlling the different trenches at
night, but after awhile got used to 1t.
Ny old outfit, the machine gun COM
pany, was stationed in huge elephant
0N6OOSo dOVUS AOUK AAunOACO y0EUS UC~
hind the front-line trench-they were
In reserve. Occasionally I would stop
In their dugout and have a confab with
my former mates. Although we tried
to be Jolly, still, there was a lurking
feeling Of impending disaster. Each
man was wondering, If, after the
slogan, "Over the top with the best Of
luck" had been sounded, would he still
be alive or would he be lying "some-
where in France" In an old dilapidated
house, the walls Of which were SCARED
with machine-gun bullets. No. 8 sec
ton Of the machine gun company had
its quarters. The company's cooks pre-
pared the meals In this billets~Oh the
nth evening Of the bombardment a
German eight-inch shell registered q
direct hitao the billet and wiped out
ten men who were asleep In the sup
posedly bomb-proof cellaE. They were
buried the next day aA11 sttsnded thu,
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