The daily Alaskan., 1918-01-18

Tiamertinghe' l$ Sir c;;1,e 10 the firing line that 1t is only u matter of Il couple of minutes before an aerOplane can be right over the place. of course our corps headquarters at Popcringhe was bigger. but was not so near the front.
 After those big guns of ours went into action there it was only q matter of a few days before shells began to drop in on the place. l happened to be on the other side of Niamertinghe when the bombardmeat commenced, and had to run through it on my way back
 As usual. one of the first places to go was the church. and as I passed by l caught glimpse of the cditlce burning and the priests working feverishly try ing to save some of the contents. As usual. too, the people were in a panic. and the road was crowded with them.
 One night l was called and warned for special duty the next day. l hadn't the slightest idea in the world what It would be but I'll confess that l was surprised when l found out. l was wanted by a colonel who had been sent out from England to find the grave Of Prince Maurice of Battenberg. Ills resting place was thought to be in the NIenin Churchyard. and l was to guide the colonel up there and was placed at his disposal until the grave was found.
 Now. the Mcnin churChyard was never a pleasing proposition, and from what could see il was going to be far from pleasant this time. "Helltre corner" was just opposite the church and very unhealthy spot. Prince Maurice had been killed near Ypres while fighting for the English and hur- riedly buried in the churchyard, which had been so constantly shelled that 1t was feared his body had been obiter- ated. English royalty WIS anxious to know if his remains were still marked.
 We went up to the Porte de Menin, in Ypres. in the car and decided to leave it there. as 1t was not advisable to jet car stand very long on the Menin road. As we went up the road I warned the officer to be careful, for there were plenty of snipers about Re was such an old man he had not been out to the front before in this war, but from the vu,.rS he was wear Ing on his breast I would be willing to wager that this was the first one he hadn't been in for good many years.
 We reached the chCrchyard without anything exciting happening, but l was not at all fuSSy about pOking around among those graves. The place had been all shelled to pieces and the bod les blown out of the graves. After about fifteen minutes search we found tue grave we were looking for by the inscription at the base of crude mon ument and marked it so we would be sure to find it again. The body of the prince will probably be reburied else where in more peaceful times.
 When we left the graveyard the of- ficer asked how far it was to our trenches. I told him that it was less than a mile, but that it was mighty risky business going up In the day time. When the colonel found that It was such a short distance he wanted to go up and see what they were like. was under his orders, so there was nothing for me to do but take him there. I spoke of the snipers again, but he didn't seem to care for all the snipers in the German army, so we started up the road.
 We hadn't gone POO yards before a bullet pInged by close enough to give wooden man heart failure. Of course I ducked, and the old man no tIca1 If You can imagine how l telt