The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1918-05-02
SYNOPSIS.

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CHAPTER I-Fired by the news Of the
Iainking of the Lusitania by g. German
submarine, Arthur Guy Empey, an Aner1:
lcan, leaves his office in Jersey City and
xoes to England where he enlists In the
british army.
CHAPTER II-After a period Of train
ing. Empey volunteers for immediate serv-
ice and soon finds himself in rest billets
''somewhere in France" where he first
ent "cooties."
CHAPTER III-Empey attends his first
lohurch services at the front while a Ger
man Fokker circles over the congregation
CHAPTER IV-Fmpey's command goes
Hnto the front-line trenches and Is under
Hire for the first time.
CHAPTER V-Empey learns TO adopt
khe motto Of the British Tommy, III you
are going to get it, you'll get It, so never
CHAPTER vEBack In rest billets, EN-
kpey gets his first experience as a mess
lorder1y:
CHAPTER v1I-Empey learns how the
british soldiers are fed.
CHAPTER vIII-Back in the front,Ine
trench: Empsy m sees ess J! his first friend Of the
CHAPTER IX-Empey makes his first
visit to ,dugout In Suicide Ditcn.
CHAPTER x-Empey learns what con-
Istitutes days work" In the 1ront-nhe
CHAPTER xI-Empey goes over tne me
Hon" for the first time in charge on tne
herman trenches and is wounded oy
tbayonet thrust.
CHAPTER XII-Empey joins the 'sui-
kdde club as the bombing squad is called.
CHAPTER VIII-Back in the front
line trench, Empey sees his first
friend of the trenches ''go West"
hi
first visit to a dugout in Suicide
Ditch"
CHAPTER X-Empey learns what
constitutes days work. in the
front-line trench.
CHAPTER XI-Empey goes ''over
the top" for the first time in charge
on the German trenches and is
wounded by bayonet thrust.
CHAPTER XII-Empey joins the
suicide club as the bombing squad
is called.
CHAPTER xI1I-Each Tommy
gets an official bath.
CHAPTER XIV-Empey helps dig
! an advanced trench under German
fire.
CHAPTER xv-On listening
post in No Mans Land.
MY heart sank, Suppogtng he -hao
Irumbled that tapping, then all would
he up with our plan. stopped drum
ming with my fingers and said:
"Beg your pardon, sir, just a habit
with me-
a.And a Id silly one, too,' he an
|swered, turning to his glasses again,
and knew I was safe. He had not
Etumbled to the meaning Of that tap
ping.
sAn 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
whole brigade of them, transports and
!all. What a pretty target for our
F.4.5s.' The beggars Know that we
won't fire. A id shame, 1 call 1t.
oh, just for a chance to turn d 2SS
loose on them
81 was trembling with excitement.
From repeated stolen glances at the
Icaptain's range chart, that road with
Its range was burned into my mind.
"Over the wire I tapped, ID 23S bat
!tery, Target II, Range 5000, 3 degrees
80 minutes, left, salvo, fire. Cassell
%. 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 23s battery.
ISalvo! Fire!'
saThen q roar through the receiver
las the four guns belched forth, q
screaming and whistling overhead, and
the shells were on their way.
. 'The captain jumped as If he were
shot. and let out great big expressive
td-n, and eagerly turned his glasses
bn the direction of the German road.
q also strained my eyes watching that
target. Four black clouds Of dust rose
mp right in the middle Of the German
column. -Four direct hits-another
Irecord for D 23S.
"The shells kept on whistling over
head, and I had counted twenty-four
pf 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.
1.-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 a 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:
0sJVi1son what do VOL, think Of it2