The Glenwood post., 1918-06-08

all the dirty work that can be found.
This may be for twenty-four hours or
twenty days, according to the gravity
Of the offense.
Then comes spack drill" or default
ers' parade. This consists Of drilling
mostly at the double, for two hours
with full equipment. Tommy hates
this, because it Is hard work. Some
times he fills his pack with straw to
tighten it, and sometimes he gets
caught. If he gets caught, he grouses
at everything in general for twenty
one days from the vantage point Of \
timber wheel.
Next comes &C. B." meaning "con-
fined to barracks" This consists Of
staying In billets or barracks for twen-
ty-four hours to seven days. You also
get an occasional defaulters' parade
and dirty jobs around the quarters.
The sergeant major keeps what is
known as the crime sheet. When a
man commits an offense, he is
"crimed," that is, his name, number
and offense Is entered on the crime
sheet. Next day at 8 a. m. he goes to
the "orderly room" before the captain.
who either Furnishes him with &c. B."
or sends him before the o. c. (offlcer
commanding battalion). The captain
of the company can only award 20. B."
Tommy many time has thanked
the king for making that provision in
his regulations.
To gain the title of "smart soldier"
Tommy has to keep clear Of the crime
sheet, and you have to be darned smart
to do it.
have been on it few times, most
ly for yankee impudence."
During our stay Of two weeks In
rest billcts our captain put us through
course of machine-gun drills, trying
out new stunts and theories.
After parades were over, our guns
crews got together and also tried out
some theories of their own in reference
to handling guns. These courses had
nothing to do with the advancement Of
the war, consisted mostly of causing
tricky jams in the gun, and then the
rest of the crew would endeavor to To-
NatC ut HhiNhiS as IoSSiplC ihV NausS
of the stoppage. This amused them
for n few days and then things came to
standstlI.
One of the boys on my gun claimed
that he could play tune while the
gun was actually firing, and demon
strated this fact one day on the target
range. We were very enthusiastic and
| depidpl tp bprOnn musicians
After constant practice I became
quite expert in the tune entitled "All
Conductors Have Big Feet"
When l had mastered this tune, our
two weeks rest came to an end, and
once again we went up the line and
took over the sector in front of c.
wood.
At this point the German trenches
ran around the base of hill, on the
top OF which'was a dense wood. This
wood was infested with machine guns,
which used to traverse our lines at
will, and sweep the streets of little
village, where we were billeted while
in reserve.
There was one gun in particular
which used to get our goats, it had the
exact range of our elephant" dugout
entrance, and every morning, about the
time rationS were being brought up, its
bullets would knock up the dust on the
road; more than one Tommy went
West or TO Blighty by running into
| them.
This gun got our nerves on edge,
| nd ri IN fn hopn,,yo
he never gave us an hours rest. Our
reputation as machine gunners was al
stake; we tried various ruses to locate
and put this gun out Of action, but
each one proved to be a failure, and
Fritz became a worse nuisance thar
ever. He was getting fresher and more
careless every day, took all kinds OF
liberties with us-thought he was In
vincible.
Then one of our crew got brilliant
idea and we were all enthusiastic to
put 1t to the test.
Here was his scheme:
When firing my gun, was to play
my tune, and Fritz. no doubt. would
fall for it, try to initiate me as an
added insult. This gunner and two
others would try, by the sound. to 10
cate Fritz and his gun. After having
got the location, they would mount
two machine guns in trees, in a little
clump of woods to the left Of our GENE
terry, and while Fritz was In the middle
of his lesson, would open up and trust
to luck. By our calculations. it would
take at least . week to pull of the
stunt.
If Fritz refused to swallow our bait
1t would be impossible to locate hit
special gun, and that's the one we were
after, because they all sound alike, Z
slow pup-pup-pup.
Our prestige was hanging by Z
thread. In the battalion we had to en-
dure all kinds Of insults and fresh 70
marks as to our ability In silencinl
Tritz EVAn to tho ha ~ q lion that Ger