Williams news., 1918-11-15

Entrance to a Dusout. in rest billets, digging roads, drilling. and other fatigues, and then back into the front-line trench.
 Nothing happened that night, but the next afternoon I found out that a bomber is general utility man in a sec ton.
 About five o'clock in the afternoon our lieutenant came down the trench and stopping in front of a bunch of us on the fire step, with 8 broad grin on his face, asked:
 "who is going to volunteer for listen ing post tonight? I need two men,"
 It is needless to say no one volun- teered. because 1t is anything but a cushy job. began to feel uncomfort- able as I knew it was getting around for my turn. Sure enough, with another grin, he said:
 ''Empey, you and Wheeler are due, so come down into my dugout for in- structions at six o'clock" 7s Just as he left and was going around a traverse, Fritz turned loose with a machine gun and the bullets ripped the sandbags right over his head. It gave me great pleasure to see him duck against the parapet. He was getting taste of what we would get later out in front.
 Then, of course. it began to rain. 1 knew 1t was the forerunner of a mis- erable night for us. Every time had to go out in front. it just naturally rained. Old Jupiter Pluvius must have had 1t in for me.
 At six we reported for instructions. They were simple and easy. All we had to do was to crawl out into No Mans Land, lie on our bellies with our ears to the ground and listen for the tap, tap of the German engineers or sappers who might be tunneling under No Mans Land to establish a mine head beneath our trench.
 Of course in our orders we were toIG not to be captured by German patrols or reconnoitering parties. Lots of breath Is wasted on the western front giving silly cautions.
 As soon as 1t was dark, Wheeler and crawled to our post which was about halfway between the lines. It was raining bucketfuls, the ground was sea of sticky mud and chung to us like glue. vl
 We took turns in listening with our ears to the ground. I would listen for twenty minutes while Wheeler would be on the Qui vive for German patrols.
 We each wore a wristwatch, and be- leve me, neither one of us did over twenty minutes. The rain soaked us to the skin and our ears were full of mud.
 Every few minutes bullet would crack overhead or machine gun would traverse back and forth.
 Then all firing suddenly ceased. l whispered to Wheeler, Keep your eye skinned, mate; most likely Fritz has a patrol out-that's why the Boches have stopped firing"
 We were each armed with a rifle and bayonet and three Mills bombs to be used for defense only.
 I had my ear to the ground. All of a sudden I heard faint, dull thuds. In a low but excited voice I whispered to Wheeler, 'I think they are mining, listen.''
 He put his ear to the ground and in an unsteady voice spoke into my ear:
 "Yank, that's a patrol and it's head ing our way. For Gods sake keep stilI."
 was as still as mouse and was scared stiff.
 Hardly breathing and with eyes try ing to pierce the inky blackness, we waited. I would have given a thou sand pounds to have been safely in my dugout.
 Then we plainly heard footsteps and our hearts stood still. A dark form suddenly loomed up in front of me; it looked as big as the ! Woolworth building. could hear the blood rushing through my veins and it sounded as loud as Niagara falls.
 Forms seemed to emerge from the darkness. There were seven of them in all. I tried to wish them away. I never wished harder in my life. They muttered a few words in German and melted into the blackness. I didn't | stop wishing either.
 All of a sudden we heard a stumble. a muddy splash, and a muttered Don , .ner und BlitZen." One of the Boches 1 had tumbled into a shell hole. Neither 1 of us laughed. At that time-it didn't strike us as funny. About twenty minutes after the Ger mans had disappeared something from