The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1918-08-06

o CikdFtlle Il ndnOeO MIN n ClBh-
rette butt that 1 had found In the dug
out. We we're all out of cigarettes.
SO they lit II for him and he kept
quiet. As oon as they could they got
around the corner of the fire bay with
him and through a communication
trench to a field hospital. The lieu
tenant and l walked a little way with
him and he began to thank us, and he
told the lieutenant, "Old man, you
have been a father and a mother to
me-"
And the lieutenant said to him /:
you have done well, old boy. You
have done more than your share"
When they started into the commu
nication trench the. boy began to
scream again. And the lieutenant
acted like a wild man. He took out
his cigarette case, but there were no
cigarettes In 1t, and then he swore and
put IL back again. But In a few min
utes he had the case out again and
was swearing worse than ever and
talking to himself.
"The boy isn't dying like a gentle
man" he said. "Why couldn't he keep
quiet" i do not think he meant 1t.
He was all nervous and excited and
kept taking out his cigarette case and
putting II back again.
The other officer had gone on to in
spect the sentries when the boy rolled
into the trench and a poilu came up
to tell us that the officer had been hit.
We walked back TO where / had been
and there was the officer. If I had
been there I would have got 1t too.
| guess. He was an awful mess. The
veins were sticking out of his neck
and one side of him was blown off.
Also, his foot was wounded. That is
what shrapnel does to you. As l
crawled past him l happened to touch
his foot and he cursed me all over the
place. But when i tried to say / was
sorry | could not, for then he apollo
giZed and died a moment later.
There was a silver cigarette case
sticking GU Of the rags where his
side had been blown away and the
lieutenant crossed himself and reached
in and took out the case. But when
he pried open the case he found that
Ii had been bent and cracked and all
the cigarettes were soaked with blood.
He swore worse than ever, then, and
threw his own case away, putting the
other officers case In his pocket.
At this point our own artillery be.
gan Smelling and we received the order
to stand to with fixed bayonets. When
we got the order TO advance some OF
the men were already over the para
pet and the whole bunch after them,
and, believe me, ] was as pale as q
sheet, Just scared to death. l think
every man is when he goes owe fol
the first time-every time for tina
matter. But l IA glad we were goinl
to get some action, because 1t is har'
to sit around in a trench under fir
and have nothing to do. l had all
could do TO hold my rifle.
We ran across No Mans Land.
cannot remember much about it. Blu
when we got to the German trencl
/ fell OF top of a young fellow and m.
bayonet went right through him. /
was a crime to get him, at that. HI
was as delicate as a pencil.
When 1 got back to our trenche:
after my first charge 1 could not SLEEP
for a long time afterward, for remem.
bering what that fellow looked like
and how my bayonet slipped into him
and how he screamed when he fell.
He had his legs and his neck twisted
under him after he got 1t. l thought
about 1t a lot and II got to be almost
a habit that whenever / was going to
sleep l would think about him and
then all hope of sleeping was gone.
Our company took a German trench
that time and along with another
company four hundred prisoners. We
had to retire because the men on our
sides did not get through and we
were being fianked. But we lost a lot
of men doing 1t.
When we returned to our trenches
our outfit was simply all In and we
were lying around In the front line,
like a bunch of old rags In a narrow
alley. None Of us showed any signs
of life except a working party that
was digging with picks and shovels at
some bodies that had been frozen into
the mud Of the trench.
/ used to think all the Germans were
big and fat and strong. and. of course.
some of the grenadier regiments are.
but lots OF the Boches l saw were
little and weak like this fellow I "gOt"
In my first charge.
1t was a good piece OF work to take
the prisoners and a novelty for me to
look them In the face-the fellows /
had been fighting. Because. when you
look a Hun in the face. you can see
the yellow streak. Even IL you are
their prisoner you can tell that the
Huns are yellow.
Maybe you have heard pigs being
butchered. 1t sounded like that when
we got to them. When they attacked
us they yelled to beat the band.