The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1918-04-11
CHAPTER VIII.
The Little Wooden Cross.

luS Attlc WOOQcT SECSS.
After remaining In rest billets for
eight days, we received the unwelcome
tidings that the next mOrning.we would
Ego in" 10 take over" At six in the
morning our march started and, after
long march down the dusty road, we
again arrived at reserve billcts.
/ was No. 1 in the leading set Of
fours. The man on my left was named
"Pcte Walling," a CHEEKY sort Of fell
low. Ile laughed and joked all the
way on the march, buoying up my
dropping spirits. I could not figure out
anything attractive In again occupying
the front line, but Pete did not seem to
mind, said it was all In lifetime. My
left heel was blistered from the rub
bing of my heavy marching boot. Pete
noticed that I was limping and offered
to carry my rifle, but by this time I had
learned the ethics Of the march In the
British army and courteously refused
his offer.
We had gotten halfway through the
communication trench, Pete In my i'm
mediate rear. He had his hand on my
shoulder, rs men in q communication
| trench have to do to keep in touch with
each other. We had just climbed over
n bashed-in part of the trench when
In our rear man trippcd over Al loose
signal wire, and let out an oath. AS
usual, Pete rushed to his help. To
reach the fallen man he had to cross
this bashed-in part. A bullet cracked
in the air and duc1cd. Then n moan
from the rear My heart stood still.
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ground. BY the aid OF my flashlight
I saw that he had his hand pressed to
his right breast. The fingers were COW
cred with blood. flashed the light
on his face and in its glow grayish-
blue color was stealing over his cOun-
tenancc. Pete looked up at me and
said: "Well, Ynnk, they've done me in.
I can feel myself going West" His
voice was getting fainter and / had to
kneel down to get his words. Then he
gave me message to write home to
his mother and his sweetheart, and I,
like great big boob, cried like q baby.
was losing my first friend Of the
trenches.
Word was passed to the rear for a
stretchcr. He died before it arrived.
Two Of us put the body on the
stretchcr and carried it to the nearest
1rst-nid post, where the doctor took
an official record Of Pete's name, num-
bcr, rank and regiment from his iden-
tity disk, this to be used in the cas-
ualty lists and notification to his
family.
We left Pete there, but it broke our
hearts to do so. The doctor informed
us t!lat we could bury him the next
riorning. That afternoon five Of the
boys Of our section, myself included,
went to the little ruined village in the
rear and from the deserted gardens Of
the French chatcaux gathered grass
and flowers. From these we made a
wreath.
While the boys were making this
wreath. l sat under shot-scarred
apple tree and carved out the follow
Ing verses on a little wooden shield
which we nailed on Petes cross.
True to his God; true to Britain,
Doing his duty to the last
Just one more name to be written
On the Roll Of Honor OF heroes passed
Passed to their God. enshrined in glory,
Entering life OF eternal rest,
| One more chapter in England's story
or her sons doing their best
Rest, you soldier mate so true,
Never forgotten by us below
Know that we arc thinking Of you,
Ere to our rest we are bidden to go.
Next morning the whole section went
over to say good-by to Pete, and laid
him away to rest.
After each one had look at the face
Of the dead, corporal Of the r. A.
NJ. G. sewed up the remains in blan-
kct Then placing two heavy ropes
across the stretcher Ito be used In low
ering the body into the grave), we lift
cd Pete onto the stretcher, and rev.
crcntly covered him with large union
lack, the flag he had died for.
The chaplain led the way, then came
The officers Of the section, followed by
wo of the men carrying wreath I'M
mcdiatcly after came poor Pete on the
!ag'drapcd stretchcr, carried by four
oIdicrs. was one Of the four. Be-
lind the stretcher, In column Of fours,
n.y." +hc rcmn'r''cr oS The section,