Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1918-05-01

the horses, mules, cattle, dogs, cats
and rats-they having no helmets to
save them. Tommy does not sympa-
thize with rats in gas attack.
At times gas has been known to
travel, with dire results, fifteen miles
behind the lines.
A gas, or smoke helmet, as it is
called, at the best is vile-smelling
thing, and it is not long before one gets
a violent headache from wearing it.
Our contemporaries were burst
ing in No Mans Land, in an effort, by
the artillery, to dispense the gas
clouds.
The fire step was lined with crouch
ing men, bayonets fixed, and bombs
near at hand to repel the expected at
tack.
Our artillery had put a barrage of
curtain fire on the German lines. to try
and break up their attack and keep
back re-enforcements.
l trained my machine gun on their
trench and its bullets were raking the
parapet.
Then over they came, bayonets glis-
ten1ng. In their respiratory, which
have large snout In front. they look
ed like some horrible nightmare.
All along our trench. rifles and ma
chine guns spoke. our shrapnel was
bursting over their heads. They went
down In heaps. but new ones took the
places Of the fallen. Nothing could
stop that mad rush. The Germans
reached our barbed wire, which had
previously been demolished by their
shells. then it was bomb against bomb,
and the devil for all.
Suddenly my head seemed to burst
from loud "crack" in my ear. Then
my head began to swim, throat got
dry, and heavy pressure on the lungs
warned me that my helmet was leak
ing. Turning by gun over to No. 2, I
changed helmets.
The trench started to wind like
snake, and sandbags appeared to be
floating in the air. The noise was hOr
rible; sank onto the fire step, needles
seemed to be pricking my flesh, then
blackness.
was awakened by one of my mates
removing my smoke helmet. How de-
HciOus that cool, fresh air felt in my
lungs.
A strong wind had arisen and dis
persed the gas.
They told me that had been tout"
for three hours they thought I was
dead
The attack had been repulsed after
a hard fight. Twice the Germans had
gained a foothold in our trench, but
had been driven out by cOunter-at-
tacks. The trench was filed with their
dead and ours. Through a periscope
I counted eighteen dead Germans In
our wire; they were CHASTITY sight In
their horrible-looking respirators.
examined my first smoke helmet.
A bullet had gone through it on the
left side, just grazing my ear. The
gas had penetrated through the hole
made In the cloth.
Out Of our crew Of six we lost two
killed and two wounded.
That night we buried all Of the dead,
excepting those In No Mans Land. In
death there Is not much distinction;
friend and foe are treated alike.
After the wind had dispersed the
gas the R. A. M. G. got busy with their
chemical sprayers, spraying out the
dugouts and low parts Of the trenches
to dissipate any fumes Of the German
gas which may have been lurking In
same.
Two days after the gas attack was
sent to division headquarters, in an
swer to an order requesting that cap
tains Of units should detail a man
whom they thought capable Of passing
an examination for the divisional in
telligence department.
Before leaving for this assignment
I went along the front-line trench say
ing good-by to my mates and lording it
over them, telling them that I had