The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1918-05-09

erection was tne Dettef phIt vi "ioi'
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 I went down on my face when
shell burst and the pieces went whiz-
zing over my head. / spent the night
In a mined village where the advanced
dressing station was located, and all
night they shelled II TO blazes. II 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 a continuous machine
gun and rifle fire, and we beat 1t back
to another village and opened anoth'
er post.
The 6eerimed Lord.
About ten O'Clock on the morning Of
the fourth day Lord Thyme, my col
Onel when l 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 a 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 cash in
his arm where he had been struck by
a piece Of flying shell case.
"My God, doc, are you hereT 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
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 machine
gun bullet luckily that was ally, and
for us to beat 1t.
Let me tell you we did. l threw
my knapsack and made the first hun
dred yards in nothing fiat and then
settled down to a walk because l was
so out Of breath couldn't run any
more.
The incessant scream and crash and
bang of the shells kept up and the
rat-tat-tat Of the machine guns never
ceased. The village Immediately be-
hind us was a seething mass of brick
dust, smoke, flame, and bursting
shells. We were told on our way
back that a stand was to be made
behind this village, so we circled
around 1t and took up position
about half mile behind 1t at cross
roads.
Unfortunately for us, a six inch bat
terry came into action about fifty yards
from us and, aside from the harassine
effect of the terrific noise, batteries
are always unpleasant neighbors, a'
, they invite shell fire. We stopped
here until about 10 o'clock at night
when we were ordered to retire.
There was no way Of getting Out
the wounded that we had collected, sc
the stretcher bearers carried them or
: their stretchers for six or seven miles
In fact, we all helped, and when we
arrived at our destination at O'Clock
in the morning of. the fifth day we
were all in.
I could hardly move, but after two
, big bowls of hot tea and some hare
tack turned in on the floor and slept
like a log for four hours, when We
moved to another place and opened 6
| dressing station.
Hun Plane Crashes.
On the way German airplane came
down and crashed near the road, bu
neither the pilot nor observer were
/ hurt. They were a couple of rather
, neat looking lads about 10 years old
And so it went for three days more
! open a dressing station, retire (some
J times on the run), long marches, very
! little to eat except what we forageC
J from abandoned camps and dumps
dog tired, sleeping when and where VIZ
could, and finally the division was re
lieved. We now saw our first civilians
and last night l slept In a bed. 1
wasn't much of a bed, and the mattress
was full of humps, but to get m!
boots off my sore and aching feet, tt
: stretch out, and know I wouldn't b.
routed out in fifteen minutes-well
: you couldn't have bought that beC
I from me for $100.
Did you ever read Robert w. Serv
. ices description Of the retreat tron
Mons? Well, that's the way felt:
Tramp tramp, the grim road the roat
from Mons to Wipers;
d I've 'ammered out this ditty with m
= bruised and bleeding feet;
Tramp tramp, the dim road
We didn't ave no piperS-
s All bellies that were oller was tn
I drums we 'ad to beat.
4 The ninth day, sitting around th'
3 fire in our mess after the best dinne
2 we had had in days, the commanding
f officer handed me some papers ant
q said, "Here is something that will in
a terest you, Petit. want to say WI
1 shall be sorry to lose you"
e And this is what it was: "Lieut
Roswell r. Petit, M. R. c., is relieved
from duty with the British army ant
4 will proceed to the A. E. F., where h
e will report for duty"
e leave for Paris in the morning
t This has been long tale, but the hal
q Of it hasn't been told. hope haven
: strung it out. too much.
g have lust been informed that nj