Carroll County democrat. (Huntingdon, Tenn.) 188?-1971, 1918-10-11
This Bird Answers. to NORTH
MORE" but Look WHAT
10 hid
IN THIS war
Here Of one OF Hottest AetlOns n
War Complains Because He
Was Wounded Early In
the Fight.
BY z. A. BATcHELoR.

Paris.-When they named that boy
Northmore, fate must have laughed
loudly. It's so unlike him. The name
does not suggest the deeds this par
ticular Northnore has done recently
in France, He should have been
called Mike.
Northmore Hamill is his full name
and he lives in Detroit, Mich, when
he is home. A little over two years
ago he was in the senior class at high
school, a snallish, bashful youngster
with an engaging smile. Now he Is
Private Hamill, United States marine
corps, convalescent frCa two wounds
one of the many heroes Of one Of the
hottest actions Of the war, a finished
"hard-bOlled" soldier.
Private Hamill has been little
disappointed in this war. II has some
good points. OF course, but he feels
that he was cheated because. as he
expresses 1t, he "didn't see much Of
the fight"
Twice wounded and still he didn't
see much OF certain f1ghti
Here is Private Hamill's story as he
told 1t bashfuIly. even apologetically
after l had given him cigarette Of
a popular brand, a cigarette that has
been hard to get In France:
Northmore Had Hard Luck.
Eyes, 1t was a good fight, that lit
tie affair at Belleau Woods. / missed
the best part of 1t because l had the
rotten luck to be wounded early, but
the rest of the boys had q busy time.
eve advanced in broad daylight
through wheat field with the Hun
machine gun bullets reaping the grain
around us as nicely as though 1t had
been done with scythe. Then we
got into the woods where they had
plenty of guns and plenty of cover,
My platoon was little In advance of
the rest of the company, and we had
almost reached the clearing on the
far side Of the woods when we ran
into q nest Of machine guns.
eve had no hand grenRdes with us
so alt there Eas to a@ @as to try etOA
pick off the gunhers with our rifles,
IAN Of sudden, something ex-
ploded right among four Of us that
were lying near rock. / felt some
thing like needle stab in each leg
and knew that / had been hit. Billy,
one Of my pals, got piece of the
hand grenade, for that is what had
gone off, through the steel helmet. 1t
went into his skull and he groaned a
couple of times and was gone. Two
other men had been wounded, too.
making four casualties for one maasly
little hand grenade, Did you ever
hear Of such luck?
1--WE had to use Billy's body as
kind of breast-work, for things we're
getting pretty hot about then and the
poor fellow was gone and there was
no use Of the rest Of us being ex-
posed.
II could still work my rifle. for the
pieces Of metal in my legs weren't
very big and they didn't hurt very
much. Finally all my ammunition was
gone and I had to roll Billy over and
use his cartridges. / hated to do it.
1t gave me the creeps-but what else
was there to do when was all out of
shells?
Navy Man Cool.
Finally we got orders to fall back
to the advanced dressing station,
which was behind big rock. and the
bullets pinging around and chipping
OF pieces of stone all the time. There
was a hospital man from the navy
there and he certainly was a cool one.
He bandaged us up as calmly as II
there was not such a thing as war
going on.
"Then another fellow and / started
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