Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-04-30
Jean LdSSour Had Bullet
Wound That Pierced His
Brain, but Lived to Join His
Army again
Liege BruShmdker Mentioned
in army Orders Three Times
for Bravery and Won
"CrOir de la Guerre

comrade outside Seizing the mans
belt in his teeth, he crawled along low
on the ground, carrying him, like
dog would. to q place Of safety, when
he fell forward unconscious.
To return to his recovery in the
ward. That first night h became exceed.
ingly violent and noisy, so the night
nurse gave him small dose Of NOR.
phia. That nearly finished him. When
we came on duty he was breathing
three respirations minute. We
started on artificial respiration and the
treatment for opium poison. We
worked him like a pump all that day
alternating the treatment by slapping
him with scalding and ice-cold wet
cloths, lie came round and was very
cross at our rough handling. Just
then another man was dying in the
next bed. We had to leave off and at
tend to him, and afterward lay him
out. By this time N-an had relapsed
into the same torpor again. So we
started the pump-handle business all
over again. When we went off duty at
p. m. we were rewarded by seeing a
very cross Jean trying to get out Of
bed and go back to the trenches.
Those Damned BOches
Jean was with us for weeks. His
brain was not normal even when he
left us During the first part of the
time we held him in bed. His constant
remarks were, Where are my boots ?
Where is my gun? | want to kill
those damned boches!" As he became
clearer he was told that he never
could go back to the trenches as he
had only one eye and was deaf in one
ear But he rejoined. IF | had two
eyes | should shut one to look down
my gun and shoot" He was so set on
going back that. seeing the circum-
/ stances, the King granted him special
/ leave to return. Since then he has
/ served two years in the front line
| trenches, been wounded and i'm the
/ hospital twice, but always returning
| to shoot those damned boChes!" Jean
| was a gifted poet. lie wrote many
/ war poems. I did not think he would
/ remember me because his brain was
not quite clear. but months after he
came back and gave me hilarious
| greeting. Since then he has Otter
written to me, his letters being some.
times in verse. all about his comrades
and trench life
The cold weather was passing. A
body Of soldier worlmen had built us
a new front drive and filled up the
slough of despond in our farm yard
| This flooded User once more returned
within the limits of its banks. Out ir
the fields little pink daisies grew
among the grass and down in a Ger
tain wood golden daffodils rejoiced oui
hearts and made the wards bright will
spring. The countryside was covered
with green buds and spring flowers
The everlasting mud had dried up
. Preparations for a new offensive alsC
were on foot and every one felt thai
we were on the eve Of great events
who could believe, as we looked
around the quiet country-tields being
| plowed. birds building nests. larks
soaring in the air--that tho greatest
war in history was being fought out
that death and desOlatiOn were blot
ting out natures beauty and depriv
inG the world of the best Of its man
hood?
CONTINUED TOMORROW