Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1918-05-22

to my feet and ran madIy down the
lane through the barbed wire, stun
bling over cut wires, tearing my uni
form, and decorating my hands and
legs. Just as was about to reach
No Mans Land again, that same voice
seemed to say, "Turn around" I did
so, when, "crack," another bullet
caught me, this time in the left Shout
der about one-half inch away from the
! other wound. Then it was taps for me.
The lights went out.
When I came to I was crouching in
hole in No Mans Land. This shell
hole was about three feet deep, so that
it brought my head few inches below
the level of the ground. How reached
this hole I will never know. German
'typewriters' were traversing back
and forth in No Mans Land, the bull
let's biting the edge Of my shell hole
and throwing dirt all over me.
Overhead shrapnel was bursting.
I could hear the, fragments slap the
ground. Then I went out once more.
When came to everything was silence
and darkness in No Mans Land. I
was soaked with blood and a big flap
from the wound in my cheek was hang
ing over my mouth. The blood run
ming from this flap choked me. Out Of
the corner Of my mouth I would try
and blow it back, but it would not
! move. I reached for my shell dressing
and tried, with one hand, to bandage
my face to prevent the flow. I had
an awful horror of bleeding to death
and was getting very faint. You would
have laughed If you had seen my
ludicrous attempts at bandaging with
one hand. The pains In my wounded
shoulder were awful and I was getting
sick at the stomach. I gave up the
bandaging stunt as bad job, and then
tainted.
When I came to, hell was let loose.
An intense bombardment was on, and
on the whole my position was decided
ly unpleasant. Then, suddenly, our
| barrage ceased. The silence almost
hurt, but not for long, because Fritz
turned loose with shrapnel, machine
| guns, and rifle fire. Then all along our
line came a cheer and our boys came
over the top in a charge. The first
! wave was composed Of "Jocks." They
were a magnificent sight. kits, Tapping
In the wind, bare knees showing, and
| their bayonets glistening. In the first
wave that passed my shell hole, one Of
the "Jocks," an immense fellow, about
six feet two inches in height jumped
right over me. On the right and left
of me several soldiers in colored kits
were huddled on the ground then over
came the second wave, also "Jocks."
One young Scottie, when he came
abreast of my shell hole, leaped into
the air, his rife shooting out of his
hands, landing about six feet in front
Of him, bayonet first, and stuck in the
ground, the butt trembling. This i'm
pressed me greatly.
| Right now can see the butt Of that
gun trembling. The Scottie made a
complete turn in the air, hit the
ground, rolling over twice, each time
clawing at the earth, and then re-
NAMED still, about four feet from me,
in sort of sitting position. called to
him, Are you hurt badly, Jock?" but
no answer. He was dead. A dark red
smudge was coming through his tunic
right under the heart. The blood ran
down his bare knees, making a horrible
sight. On his right side he carried his
water bottle. I was crazy for a drink
and tried to reach this, but for the life
Of me could not negotiate that four
feet-Then I became unconscious.