The Meridian times. (Meridian, Idaho) 1909-1938, 1918-04-05

we were marching along, laughing, and
singing one Of Tommy's trench dltties |:
want 10 go home. want 10 20 home.
more
Where sausagsa and whizz-bangs are ga
Take mo ever the sea, where the Alls-
mand can't get at me.
on, my, ! don't want 10 die
want 70 20 home"
when overhead came "swish' through
the air, rapidly followed by three 9TH
ers. Then about two hundred yards to
our left IN large field, four columns
Of black earth and smoke rose into the
air, and the ground trembled from the
report-~the explosion Of four German
nye-nine's, or "conlboxes." A sharp
whistle blast, Immediately followed by
two short ones, rang out from the head
OF our column. This was to take up
ARTILLERY formation" We divided into
small squads and went into the fields
on the right and left Of the road, and
cronched on the ground. No other
shells followed this salyo. 1t was our
first baptism by shell fire. From the
waist up was all enthusiasm, but from
there down, everything was missing. /
thought should die with fright.
After awhile, we reformed into col
umns OF fours, and proceeded on our
way.
About five that night, we reached the
ruined village Of H, and | got my
first sight OF the awful destruction
caused by German Kuitur.
Marching down the main street we
came to the heart of the village, and
took up quarters in shellproof cellars
(shellproof until hit by SHIELD. Shells
were constantly whistllng over the VII
lage and bursting In our rear, search
Ing for our artillery.
These cellars were cold, damp and
smelly. and oyerrun with large rats
big black fellows. Most of the Tom
mics slept with their oVercoats over
their faces. did not. In the middle
Of the night woke up In terror. The
cold, elammy feet OF a rat had passed
over my face. Immediately smoth-
cred myself in my overcoat, but could
not sleep for the rest of that night.
Next evening, I'VE took over our sec
tor OF the line. In single file we wend-
ed our way through a zlgzag COM
munication trench, six inches deep
with mud. This trench was called
whisky street." ON our way up to
the front line ain occasional flare of
bursting shrnpnel would light up the
sky and we could hear the fragments
slapping the ground above us on our
right and left. Then Fritz would |
traverse back and forth with his "type- |
writer" or machine gun. The bullets
made sharp cracking noise overhead.
The boy III front of me named Prem
tlce crumpled up without a word. A |
piece OF shell had gone through his
shrapnel-proof helmet. felt sick and |
weak.
In about thirty minutes we reached |
the front line. II was dark as pitch. |
Every now and then a German star
shell would pierce the blackness out
In front with It's sllvery light. was
trembling all over, and felt very lonely
and afraid. All orders were given In
whispers. The company we relieved
filed past us and disappeared into the
blackness of the communication trench
leading to the rear. AS they passed us,
they whispered, 1.-THE best O luck
mates"
l sat on the fire step OF the trench
with the rest OF the men. In each
traverse two Of the older men had been
put on guard with their heads sticking
over the top, and with their eyes try
ing 70 pierce the blackness in "No
Mans Land" In this trench there
were only two dugouts, and these were
used by Lewis and Vickers machine
gunners, SO it was the fire step for
ours. Pretty soon It started TO rain
We put on our "macks," but they were
not much protection. The rain trlckled
down our backs, and Ii was not long
before we were wet and cold. How |
passed that night l will never know.
but without any unusual occurrence,
dawn arrived.
The word 'stand down" was passed |
along the line, and the sentries got
down on the fire step. Pretty soon the
rum issue came along. and Il was q
Godsend, II warmed our chilled bodies
and put new life Into us. Then from
the communication trenches came
dlxies or Iron pots, filed with steam
ing tea. which had two wooden stakes
through their handles, and were car
rled by two men. filled my canteen
and drank the hot tea without taking
1t from my lips, II was not long be-
fore ! was asleep in the mud on the
fire step.
Ny ambition had been attalnedl I \
was in front-line trench on the vest
ern front, aud on. how l wished / were
back In Jersey City.