Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-03-15
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my heart sank. Surprising he had
rumbled that tapping, then all would
be up with our plan. | stopped drum
ming with my fingers and said;
"'Beg your pardon, sir, just a habit
with me-
"'And a id silly one too he an
swered, turning to his glasses again,
and | knew | was safe He had not
tumbled to the meaning of that tap
ping,
"All at once, without turning round,
he exclaimed:
"Wel. Of all the nerve I've ever run
across, this takes the cake, Those
- - Boches are using that road
again. Blind my eyes, this time it is II
whole brigade Of them transports and
ALL What a pretty target for our
ass The beggars know that we
won't fire. A ID shame, ! call It,.
Oh, Just for chance to turn ID 23S
loose on them
81 was trembling with excitement.
From repeated stolen glances Mt the
captains range chart, that road with
Its range was burned into my mind.
"Over the wire tapped, ID 23S bat
terry, Target H. Range GOOO, 3 degrees
30 minutes, left, salvo, fire. Cassell
O. KID my message, and with the re-
celver pressed against my ear, | walt
ed and listened. In couple of min
utes very family over the wire came
the voice of our battery commander
issuing the order: ID 23S battery,
Salvo! Fjrer
"Then roar through the receiver
as the four guns belched forth n
screaming and whistllng overhead, and
the shells were on their way.
"The captain jumped rs if he were
shor, and let out great big expressive
d-n, and eagerly turned his glasses
in the direction of the German road.
also strained my eyes watching that
target. Four black clouds of dust rose
up right in the middle of the German
column. Four direct hitS-anOther
record for d 23S.
"The shells kept on whStling over
head, and had counted twenty-four
of them when the firing suddenly
ceased. When the smoke and dust
clouds lifted the destruction on that
road was awful. Overturned limberS
and guns, wagons smashed up, troops
fleeing in all directions. The road and
roadside were spotted all over with
little field gray dots, the toll of our
guns.
"The captain, in his excitement, had
slipped off the Sandbag, and was on
his knees in the mud, the glass still at
his eye. He was muttering to himself
and slapping his thigh with his olsen
gagged hand. At every slap Il big
round juicy cuss word would escape
from his lips followed by:
"'Good Fine! Marvellous! Pretty
Work Direct hits ALL
"Then he turned to me and shouted:
Wilson, what do you think of it?
Did you ever see the like of it in your
life? D--n fine work, l call it,
"Pretty soon look of wonder stole
over his face and he exclaimed:
"But who in HI gave them the
order to fire. Range and everything
correct, too. I know I didn't. Wilson,
did give you any order for the bat
terry to open up? Of course | didn't,
did II
81 answered very emphatically, NO,
sir, you gave no command. Nothing
went through this post. l am abso-
lutely certain on that point, sir
"'Of course nothing went through,
he replied. Then his face fell, and he
muttered out loud:
"But by Jove, wait till Old Pep
per gets wind Of this. There'll be fur
flying
Just then Bombardier Cassell cut in
on the wire:
"'General's compliments to Captain
A. He directs that officer and sig
mailer report at the double to brigade
headquarters as soon as relieved. Re-
lief now on the way
"In an undertone to me, Keep
brass front, Wilson, and for Gods
sake, stick answered with, Rely on
me, mate, but I was trembling all over,
81 gave the generals message to the
captain, and started packing up.
"The relief arrived, and as we left
the post the captain said:
"'Now for the fireworks, and know
they'll be good and plenty They were.
"When we arrived at the gun pits
the battery commander, the sergeant
major and Cassell were waiting for us.
We fell in line and the funeral march
to brigade headquarters started.
ARRIVING at headquarters the bat
terry commander was the first to be
interviewed. This was behind closed
doors. From the roaring and explo-
sions of Old Pepper 1t sounded as If
raw meat was being thrown to the
lions. Cassell later, described 1t as
sounding like bombing raid. In about