The Tomahawk., 1918-05-09

hotter, and even though it was q Won
derful sight to watch l decided dds
erection was the better part of valor,"
or something like that, and got down
in my dugout.
I went back to the advanced dress
ing station through the hottest shell
fire l ever experienced. More than
once went down ON my face when
shell burst and the pieces went Whiz'
zing over my head. I spent the night
in Il mined village where the advanced
dressing station was located. and all
night they shelled it to. blaZes. 1t was
remarkable how few casualties we
had.
About eleven o'clock the morning OF
the third day shell blew in the side
of our. post. but luckily no one was
hurt. We stuck to it until about four
in the afternoon, when we saw our
men retiring over a ridge in front OF
us. keeping up continuous machine
gun and rifle fire, and we beat 1t back
to another village and opened anoth'
err post.
: -. The Begrimed Lord.
About ten O'Clock on the morning o.
the fourth day Lord Thyme, my col
onel when l was with the battalion,
stumbled into the shack where l was
sitting. He looked like a ghost. lie
had lost his hat, his face was covered
with four days beard, the sweat
had traced tracks in the dust from his
forehead to his chin. His sleeve was
torn and bloody and he had cash in
his arm where he had been struck by
Il piece OF flying shell case.
"My God, doc, are you here?' he
said. "You got out just in time. The
battalion is all gone. The sunken road
is filled with dead-mostly Huns.
damn 'em. The line broke on the
right; we were surrounded, and at
the last we were fighting back and
back. Only thirty of us got away
So we knew the Boche had broken
through to our right and our left, and
it was a question of how long it would
be before we, too, were surrounded,
but we wanted to stick it out as long
as we could.
But not more than an hour later a
medical officer rushed in from one OF
tho battaIiOns and between gaSps for
breath told us the Germans were on
the edge of the village, had shot him
through the sleeve with machine
gun bullet luckily that was alD, and
for us to beat it.
Let me tell you we did. l threw
my knapsack and made the first hun
dred yards in nothing fiat and then
settled down to walk because l was
so out of breath l couldn't run any
more. ,4.r D.
The incessant scream and crash and
bang of the shells kept up and the
rat-tat-tat Of the machine gums never
ceased. The village Immediately be-
hind us was a seething mass of brick
dust, smoke, flame, and bursting
shells. We were told on our way
back that stand was to be made
behind this village, so we circled
around it and took up position
about half mile behind 1t at Il cross
| roads.
Unfortunately for us, a. six inch bat
terry came into action about fifty yards
from us and. aside from the harassing
effect Of the terrific noise, batteries
! are always unpleasant neighbors, as
| they invite shell fire. We stopped
here until about 10 o'clock Mt night,
when we were ordered to retire.
There was no way of getting out
| the wounded that we had collected SO
the stretcher bearers carried them on
their stretchers for six or seven miles.
In fact, we all helped, and when we
arrived at our destination at 4 O'Clock
in the morning Of the fifth day we
were all in. ~
I could hardly move, but after two
big bowls Of hot tea and some hard
tack I turned in on the floor and slept
like a log for four hours, when I'VE
moved to another place and opened a
dressing station. ...
= Hun Plane Crashes.
On the way German airplane can,s
down and crashed near. the road. bus
neither the pilot nor observer were
hurt. They were a couple Of rather
neat looking lads about 10 years old
And so it went for three days more,
open dressing station, retire (some-
times on the run), long marches, very
little to eat except what we foraged
from abandoned camps and dumps.
dog tired. sleeping when and where we
+ could. and finally the division was re-
lieved. We now saw our first civilians,
and last night 1 slept in a bed. 1t
wasn't much of bed, and the mattress