The daily Alaskan., 1918-01-22

The next morning 1 was ordered to report in my car to q young officer of the intelligence department. The otli- cer told me that he had orders to go through Ypres to a little place called Potijze and to report himself to the divisional commander there.
 There was absolutely no other way to get to PutijZc except through lpres' and you may be sure We were feeling none too pleasant about the prospects, We had to go slowly, even at the start, as the road was filled with all kinds Of transports. After We got through the village of Nlamcrtingac We found the going a little better and We got along faster. The road from N!amertinghe to Ypres Is almost straight, and one can see right into the city before one comes within two kilomctcrs of it.
 As We swung into this straight strerch noticed several German aero planes over the city, and it was plain to be seen that they were dropping bombs. This time they were dropping petrol bombs, and the instant they ex- ploded they would spray petrol all over the place and flame would shoot up into the air. In this way they were setting fire to the city.
 It was q sight that shall never Tor get The shells were falling Just the same. and. what with the ground fairly trembling from the terrific explosions, the smoke from the bursting shells and burning houses, the flames and dust that filled the air, it mHdc n scene that would need Dante to describe and do it justice.
 The thought that we were to attempt the passage through all this was terri fying. An awful fear, almost panic seemed to grip me. and 1 lOnged to jump from that car and hide my face from the flaming hell which seemed to be stretching out it's tentacles of fire to draw us into its gaping nav.
 felt weak aii over and was wet with cold precipitation. l looked at the officer, almost praying that he would give the order to stop, but even as l looked 1 knew there was no chance or that. He was as white as death, but there was look of determination on his face. and the clenChed teeth ana set jaws gave no promise of his back ing down.
 think the bulldog grit that he was showing helped me, for resolved that, while l might get so weak as to be un- able to drive that car, would stick by him as long as I could hold out. And he certainly showed that he was white" clear through, for he told me to stop a moment. did, and he got out of the car
 "Robnson," he said, I've just been i thinking that there won't be any need l for you to come any further It Is a rotten business, and as there are am balances going up all the time, l can get lift in one and will stand just as much chance of getting through as though you were to take me. l don'' believe in any one taking unnecessary risks, and in this case 1t would be risk ing an extra man and car, too, and don't mind going on in an ambulace the least bit"
 I thought 1t was just about one Of the l finest things had ever heard of man doing, and I want to say right here that such things as this are typical oi the true British officer. There are mer holding commissions who couldn't dc such a thing as this to save their necks but they are the "pikers" found in ey cry country, temporary gentlemen, as they are called by the real men Wh( are obliged to associate with them H My officers generosity did not hell