Judsonia weekly advance., 1918-05-08

hours. It was warm and bright. could look out of my shelter and see our support lines digging themselves in several hundred yards away. The cannon fire ceased, the machine guns settled down to an occasional fitful burst and it was midday of beautiful spring day.
 A couple of partridge flew over me. What did they know or care about all this noise and racket and men getting up in line and killing each other?
 Along about three o'clock things be- gan to liven up again. In the mean time headquarters had been establish ed in a sunken road with banks about fifteen feet high on either side Cater this cut was half filled with dead). My aid post was in a dugout near by and gradually things got hotter and hotter.
 Our men had dug themselves in and were popping away with their rifles. The field batteries behind us were putting up barrage, airplanes were circling overhead, both ours and the Germans The Germans put up counter-barrage, the machine guns were going like mad. I was standing with the colonel on a little rise of ground above the sunken road when the Germans broke through about a mile to the north of us. They could be plainly seen pouring over the ridge in close formation.
 Tanks Get Into Action.
 Then the tanks came up, and you should have seen them run! Just like rabbits The tanks retired; the Boches reformed and came at 1t again. They tell me that at certain places our men withstood fifteen sue cessive attacks and that the Germans weEt scwn in thousands. One Welsh max .old me that his gun accounted for 75 in three minutes during one wave.
 Machine-gun bullets were nipping around me, the shell fire was getting hotter, and even though 1t was a won- derful sight to watch I decided dis erection was the better part of valor," or something like that, and got down in my dugout.
 was sitting there smoking cig- arette when my orderly came down and said was being relieved and was to go back and work with the ambu- lance. Fifteen hours later the man that relieved me was captured. But am getting ahead of my story.
 went back to the advanced dress ing station through the hottest shell fire 1 ever experienced. More than once I went down on my face when a shell burst and the pieces went whiz- zing over my head. I spent the night in mined village where the advanced dressing station was located, and all night they shelled 1t to blazes. It was remarkable how few casualties we had.
 About eleven o'clock the morning of | the third day shell blew in the side | of our post, but luckily no one was hurt. We stuck to it until about four | in the afternoon, when we saw our men retiring over ridge in front of | us. keeping up a continuous machine | gun and rife fire, and we beat it back to another village and opened anoth- l CT post.
 The Begrimed 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 I was sitting. He looked like a ghost. He l had lost his hat, his face was covered with a four days beard, the sweat had traced tracks in the dust from his 1 forehead to his chin. His sleeve was | torn and bloody and he had gash in his arm where he had been struck by | piece of flying shell case. My God, doc, are you here?" he said. You got out just in time. The | battalion is all gone. The sunken road Is filled with dead-mostly Huns, damn lem. The line broke on the 1 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 1t 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 1 through the sleeve with a machine gun bullet Quckily that was alD, and | for us to beat 1t.
 l The ninth day, sitting around the fire in our mess after the best dinner we had had in days, the commanding