Mountain Home Republican. [volume] (Mountain Home, Idaho) 1915-1946, 1918-06-29
When I'm talking to you. pay atten-

| When I'm talking to you, pay atten-
tion.'
"My heart sank. Supposing 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 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:
swell, 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 a
whole brigade of them, transports and
all. What 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
II was trembling with excitement.
From repeated stolen glances at the
captains range chart, that road with
its range was burned into my mind.
"Over the wire tapped, ID 238 bat
terry, Target II, Range 5000, 3 degrees
80 minutes, left, salvo, fire. Cassell
O. KID my message, and with the re-
ceiver pressed against my ear, wait
ed and listened. In couple Of min
utes very family over the wire came
the voice of our battery commander
issuing the order: ID 238 battery.
Salvoi Firep
| "Then roar through the receiver
as the four guns belched forth, a
screaming and whistling overhead. and
the shells were on their way.
1.-THE captain jumped as If he were
shot, 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 238.
"The shells kept on whistllng 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 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 1t in your
life? Oh fine work, / 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. know didn't. Wilson,
did give you any order for the bat
terry to open up? OF course didn't,
did III
Il answered very emphatically, No,
sir, you gave no command. Nothing
went through this post. am abso-
lutely certain on that point. SIX.
"'Of course nothing went through
he replied. Then his face fell, and he
muttered out loud:
"But, by Joye, wait TIL Old Pep |
per gets wind CT this. There'll be fur
flying
Just then BombardIer Cassell cut In |
on the wire:
Generals compliments 20 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 bat was trembling all over.
IT gave the generals message to the
captain, and started packing up.