Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1918-03-20

we were marching along, laughing. and
singing one of Tommys trench ditties:
| want to go home, I want to go home,
don't want to go to the trenches no
more
| where sausages and whizz-bangs are ga
lore
Take me over the sea, Where the ALE
mand can't get at me-
On, my, don's want to die
L want to 60 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
flve-nine's, or ''coalboxes." 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
crouched on the ground. No other
shells followed this salvo. 1t was our
first baptism by shell fire. From the
there down, everything was missing. l
thought / should die with fright.
After awhile, we reformed into col
umns of tours, and proceeded on our
way.
About five that night, we reached the
ruined village of H, and 1 got my
first sight Of the awful destruction
caused by German Kultur.
Marching down the main street we
came to the heart of the village, and
took up quarters in shellproof cellars
(shellproof until hit by shelD. Shells
were constantly whistling over the vii
lage and bursting in our rear, search
ing for our artillery.
These cellars were cold, damp and
smelly, and overrun with large rats
big black fellows Most of the Tom
mics slept with their overcoats over
their faces. I did not. In the middle
of the night 1 woke up in terror. The
cold, clammy 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, we took over our Sec
tor of the line. In single file we wend.
ed our way through a zigzag COM
munication trench, six inches deep
with mud. This trench was called
"Whisky street." On our way up to
the front line an occasional flare of
bursting shrapnel would light up the
sky and we could hear the fragments
slapping the ground above US on our
right and left. Then a Fritz would
traverse back and forth with his type
writer or machine gun. The bullets
made a sharp cracking noise overhead.
The boy in front of me named Prem
tice 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. 1t was dark as pitch.
Every now and then a German star
shell would pierce the blackness out
in front with it's silvery 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
bIackness of the communication trench
leading to the rear. AS they passed us,
they whispered, "The best o. luck
mates"
Ahn &rs0 csfn ~ fYny1nh
with the rest of the men. In each
traverse two of the older men had been
nut on guard with their heads sticking
over the top, and with their eyes try
ing to pierce the blackness in mo
Mans Land" In this trench there
were only two dugouts, and these were
used by Lewis and Vickers machipe
ours. Pretty soon it started to rain.~
We put on our "macks," but they were
not much protection. The rain trickled
down our backs, and 1t was not long
before we were wet and cold. How l
passed that night I will never know,
but without any unusual occurrence,
dawn arrived.
Inc WOru SCanu uOWu WAS pdSSeu
along the line, and the sentries got
down off the fire step. Pretty soon the
rum issue came along, and it was a
Godsend. 1t warmed our chilled bodies
and put new life into us. Then from
tFa p1gfs no r2g3}sshlffs s sfme
sense" isn't in it in comparison.
Many persons say: "You can pr,
trust a MULE Mules have the $.
idea about great many persons no
the mule skinner who has cared
four of them for any length of to
is off the horses for life.