The Mena weekly star., 1918-07-25

one had punched me in the back, and
 then my left side went numb. My arm was dangling like a rag. fell forward
 In sitting position. But all the fear
 had left me and was consumed with
 rage and cursed the German trenches.
 With my right hand I felt in my tunic for my first-aid or shell dressing. Tn feeling over my tunic my hand came
 In contact with one of the bombs which I carried. Gripping 1t. pulled the pin
 out with my teeth and blindly threw 1t
 towards the German trench. I must
 have been out of my head, because was only ten feet from the trench and
 took a chance of being mangled. If the bomb had failed to go into the trench l would have been blown to bits by the explosion of my own bomb. By the flare of the explosion of the bomb, which luckily landed in their trench. 1 saw one big Boche throw up
 his arms and fall backwards, while his rifle flew into the air. Another one wilted and fell forward across the sandbags-then blackness.
 Realizing what foolhardy and risky thing had done, was again seized with a horrible fear. dragged myself to my feet and ran madly down the lane through the barbed wire, stum- bling over cut wires, tearing my uni
 form, and lacerating my hands and legs. Just as I was about to reach
 No Mans Land again, that same voice seemed to say. "Turn around" did so, when, "crnck," another bullet caught me, this time in the left shoul-
 der about one-half inch away from the other wound. Then 1t was taps for me. The lights went out.
 When I came to I was crouching in q hole in No Mans Land. This sheil
 hole was about thr feet deep, so thai
 It brought my head few inches below
 the level of the ground. How reached
 this hole will never know. German "typewriters" were traversing back and forth in No Mans Land. the bull lets biting the edge of my shell hole and throwing dirt all over me.
 Overhead shrapnel was bursting. could hear the fragments slap the ground. Then I went out once more.
 When came to everything was silence
 and darkness in No Mans Land. I 1 was soaked with blood and big flap from the wound In my cheek was hang ing over my mouth. The blood run
 ming from this flap choked me. Out of
 the corner of my mouth I would try 1 and blow 1t back but it would not | move. l reached for my shell dressing 1 and tried, with one hand, to bandage
 my face to prevent the flow. had
 an awful horror of bleeding to death
 and was getting very faint You would
 h.ye laughed f YOU had seen my ladicrous attemp at bandaging with
 one hand. ah, raiAs in my wounded 'hofider were a'.fnf and was getting sick at tie stomach. gave. up the
 banaaging stunt as bad job. and then l fainteh.
 When I came to, hell was let loose. An Intense bonbardment was on, and
 on the whole my position was decided " unpleasant Then, suddenly, our harrage ceased. The silence almost hurt, but not for long, because Fritz turned loose with shrapnel, machine l guns, and rife fire. Then all along our line came cheer and our boys came
 over the ton in charge. The first | wnve was composed of sJocks." They
 were magnificent sight, kits. Tapping In the wind, bare knees showing, und their bayonets gsistening. In the first wave that passed my shell hole one of 1 the "Iocks," an immense fellow, about six feet two Inches in height jumped I right over me. On the right and left of me several soldiers In colored kilts were huddled on the ground, then over came the second wave. also Jocks.
 One young Scottie. when he came
 abreast of my shell hole, leaped into the air, his rife shooting out of his | hands, landing about six feet in front
 of him. bayonet first. and stuck in the ground. the butt trembling. This i'm pressed me greatly.
 Right now I can see the butt of that ' l gun tremhllng. The Scottie made q
 complete turn in the air, hit Inc ground. rolling over twice, each time cln~ing at the earth, and then re
 nained still. about four feet from me
 'n sort of sitting position called ts ! him. Are you hurt badly, Jockyr bua no answer. He was dead A dark red 1 snudge was coming through hls tuniS right under the heart. The blood ran down his hare knees, making horrible
 sight. On his right side he carried his
 water bottle. I was crazy for drink
 and tried to reach this. hut for the Iift Lof me could net negotiate that foui
 feet. Then became unconscious
 When woke up WAS in an advanced
 first-aid post. asked the doctor il
 we had taken the trench we took the trench and the wood beyond, al
 right" he said. ''and you fellows did
 youi bit: but. nay lad. that was thirty.
 six hours ago. You were lying in Nc
 Mans Land in that baiIy hole for day
 and half. It's wonder you are ali~e.'
 He also told me that out of the twenty
 that were in the raiding party. seven
 teen were killed. The officer died d wounds in crawling back to our trench ax.A xxso <a~-a,ayx, s.-r-xxAn<4 ks.k