The Mena weekly star., 1918-08-01

that a shell would hit us and end our misery. Personally, was not particu- lar. It was nothing but bump. jolt, rat tie, and bang.
 Several times the driver would turn around and give us "Cheero, mates, we'll soon be there" fine fellows, those ambulance drivers, lot of them go West. too.
 We gradually drew out of the fire zone and pulled up in front of an im- mense dugout Stretcher-bearers car ried me down B number of steps and placed me on white table in a brightly lighted room.
 A sergeant of the Royal Army Med Teal corps removed my bandages and cut off my tunic. Then the doctor, with his sleeves rolled up, took charge. sae winked at me and winked back. and then he asked. How do you feel, smashed up bitg"
 answered I'm all right. but I'd give a quid for q drink of Bass"
 He nodded to the sergeant. who dis appeared, md I'll be dnrned if he udnt return with a glass of ale. could only open my mouth about a quarter of an inch, but got away with every drop of that ale. It tasted just hke Eighty, and that Is heaven to Tommy.
 The doctor said something to an or deriy, the only word could catch was cnioroform." then they put some kind or an arrangement over my nose and mouth and 1t was me for dreamland.
 When opened my eyes l was lying on stretcher, In low wooden building. Everywhere looked I saw rows of Tommies on stretchers, some dead to the world. and the rest with fags tn their mouths. Ef
 The main topic of their conversation was Eighty. Nearly all had a grin on li'eir fsces, except those who didn't nave enough face left to grin with. Fl prinned with my right eye. the other was bandaged.
 Stretcher-bearers came in and be- gan to carry the Tommies outside. Ton could hear the chug of the engines in me waiting ambulances.
 was put into an ambulance with ulreO others and away we went for an eighteen mile ride.
 was on bottom stretcher. The lAu right across From me was smashed up something horrible.
 Right above me was a man from the noyai Irish rifles. while across from nm was Scotchman.
 we had gone about three miles when | heard the death-rattle in the throat VI .he man opposite. He had gone to rest across the Great Divide. I think at the time I envled him.
 Lhe man of the Royal Irish rifles nad had his left foot blown off. the Joiung of the ambulance over the ."ugh road had loosened up the band ses on his foot. and had started it D,eeulng again. This blood ran down sne side of the stretcher and started tripping. was lying on my back. too n, eas 10 move, and the dripping of this oioou got me in my unbandaged right
 e, l closed my eye and pretty soon Souiu not open the lid; the blood had svneeaied and closed 1t, as if it were glued down.
 An English girl dressed in khaki was irving the ambulance, while beside oh the seat was a corporal of the .. A. NJ. O.. They kept up a running nonsefsation about Blighty which al- most wrecked my nerves: pretty Tv',a vou rom the stretcher above me, the .san 'alnan became aware of the fact cnn. c~as 'ne pandage from hIs foot had be- sone loose; 1t must have pained him ~osy' ~O1tioiy' because he yelled in a loud
 n you don't stop this bloody death ~asoh and fir this d---- bandage on ns loot will get csst srsts .s1s;k.s : s giri on the seat turned around s"a m q sympathetic voice asket