The Arvada enterprise., 1918-05-09

dsrful sight to watch I decided "dis.
cretion was the better part Of valor."
or something like that, and got down
in my dugout.
went back to the advanced dress
ing station through the hottest shell
fire ever experienced. More than
once l went down on my face when q
shell burst and the pieces went whix-
zing over my head. spent the night
In mined village where the advanced
dressing station was located, and all
night they shelled it to blazes. It was
remarkable how few casualties we
had.
About eleven o'clock the morning of
the third day a shell blew in the side
Of our post, but luckily no one was
hurt. We stuck to 1t until about four
in the afternoon. when we saw our
men retiring over a ridge In front of
us. keeping up continuous machine
gun and rife fire, and we beat It back
to another village and opened anoth-
er post.
The eesrImed Lord.
About ten o'clock on the morning Of
the fourth day Lord Thyme, my col
onel when was with the battalion.
stumbled into the shack where l was
sitting. He looked like a ghost. He
had lost his hat, his face was covered
with q four days beard, the sweat
had traced tracks in the dust from his
forehead to his chin. His sleeve was
torn and bloody and he had a cash in
his arm where he had been struck by
a piece Of flying shell case.
my God, doc, are you here3" he
said. "You got out just in time. The
battalion Is all gone. The sunken road
is filled with dead-mostly Huns,
damn 'em. The line broke on the
right; we were surrounded. and at
the last we were fighting back and
back. Only thirty Of US got away"
So we knew the Boche had broken
through to our right and our left, and
It was a question Of how long It would
be before we. too. were surrounded,
but we wanted to stick 1t out as long
as we could.
But not more than an hour later a
medical officer rushed In from one of
the battalIons and between gasps for
breath told US the Germans were on
the edge Of the village. had shot him
through the sleeve with a machine
gun bullet luckily that was ally. and
for US to beat It.
Let me tell you we did. ! threw
my knapsack and made the nrst hun
dred yards in nothing nat and then
settled down to walk because was
80 out Of breath couldn't run any
more.
The incessant scream and crash and
bang Of the shells kept up and tho
rat-tat-tat Of the machine guns never
ceased. The village Immediately be-
hind rs was q seething mass Of brick
dust, smoke. flame. and bursting
shells. We were told ON our way
back that q stand was to be made
behind this village. 20 We circled
around 1t and took up q position
about q half mile behind It at q Cross
roads.
Unfortunately for ~. . six inch bat
terry came into action about nfty yards
from ~ and. aside from the harassing
effect Of the terrific noise. batteries
are always unpleasant neighbors. a.
they invite shell nre. We stopped
here until about 10 O'Clock at nisht.
when we were ordered to retire.
There was no way Of getting out
the wounded that We had collected, 20
the stretcher bearers carried them on
their stretchers for six or seven miles.
In fact, We all helped. and when We
arrived at our destination at 4 o'clock
In the morning Of the 9TH day We
were all In.
could hardly move. but after two
big bowls Of hot tea and some hard
tack turned In on the floor and slept
like log for four hours, when we
moved to another place and opened a
dressing station.
Hun Plano crashsA
On the way German airplans came
down and crashed near the road. hut
neither the pilot nor observer were
hurt. They were . couple Of rather
neat looking lads about 10 years old.
And 10 II went for three days more.
open q dressing station. retire (some-
times on the run). long marches. very
little to eat except what We foraxed
from abandoned camps and dumps.
dog tired. sleeping when and where we
could. and finally the division was re-
lieved. We now saw our first civilians.
and last night ! slept In q bed. II
wasn't much Of Q bed. and the mattress
was full Of humps. but to get my
boots OF my sore and aching feet. to
stretch out. and know ! wouldn't be
|. routed out In fifteen minutes-weil.
you couldn't have bought that bed
from me for 500.
DID you ever read Robert W. Serv-
Ices description Of the retreat from
Nonsf Well. that's the way ! felt:
Tramp. tramp. the grim road the road
from Mons 10 Wtpsrs:
I've 'ammsfed out this ditty with me
bruised and bleeding feet:
Tramp. tramp. the dim road
We didn't ave no pipsrs-
All bellies that were 'oiles Was the
drums We "a 70 beat.
The ninth day. sitting around the