Norwich bulletin., 1918-02-06
STORIES OF THE WAR
Tank Warfare.

Correspondence of The Associated
 Press.)
 Tank warfare as it strikes the Ger man troops is described by the Cologne Gazette in story of the fight ing around F'ontaine Notre Dame dur ing the cambrai offensive. The writer declared that many of the German private soldiers look upon the Tanks with a feeling of terror He says:
 The village is still suffering under shell fire; houses and men are mingl- ed in the same ruins; whole roofs have been lifted through the air like feath- CTS; but for the moment the storm has gone beyond the unhappy place.
 From a cellar in the main street a Silesian rifieman looks out. He sniffs at first for fear of gas. then he stuffs his mask in his pocket and looks around. Heavens, what a street. Gradually the riflemen creep like mice after a hailstorm out of their cellars. Is Tommy Atkins coming back! That is the question. for the battalion has orders to hold the village at all costs.
 But suppose Tommy comes back with the Tanks? The word passes from lip to lip. It has sinister sound, as when one in a eloister men tions the Devil by name. In the big thrust the English used 300 Tanks, some said 800. The monsters were said to spit flame, so that no one could approach them, and to crawl oyer every obstacle. A Silesian riheman who stood in their way would be crushed like a worm under a steam roller. What could a poor soldier do 1 but scuttle out of the way? It was | true the Herr Lieutenant said that steel bullets would go through the | only to flurl bombs at it and the Tank
 would stop and catch fire. But suppose | 1t did not stop?
 'In the menatirne the infantry battle
 famed up all along the line. One of the rifiemen at the barricade climbed
 up on a damaged roof and peered into the distance. Over Bourbon wood to-
 wards the canal lay a sea of smoke iu l which the flash of shells could be seen KFhere were the German reserves
 swarming forward in light firing Hines
 under the fire of the guns. An Eng l fish airn1an flew down to a height oa 1 about 200 yards and dropped frebal after firebaH so that the English ar | tillery could get their mark He was a bold fsllow. Furrah! The German
 German battlepIanes swooped dowr like hawks on dove. The Silesians
 would have clapped their hands fol 1 joy but they were holding bombs ready to fire.
 1 Suddenly there was the cry. Th. Tanks are coming! But where
 Where There, on the hill, don't yol see? It was quite true. There was. ;
 white trail of smoke on the slope O Bourbon Hill, and just as the dark out
 line of a ship emerges from 9 fog a
 sea, here and there a dark, crawling
 monster was visible.
 Then indeed even the most hard ened veterans were anxious. Goo. Heavens! These are monsters!' Ev eryone looked down the street. Tn Tanks would have to come down 1t , they wished to get through the vii lage. At the barrieade a signal arr went up. Nobody spoke. Eyeryon l held their breath. Tanks in from l They are coming straight toward us ] was the next message. Their nunbe l was feverishly counted. Six, Austere } one soldier. eight: nine, twelve stun } mered another, with fixed eyes Lool . there are more still they have over l run our forward position
 - "The Silesiansi ducked their head 3 for German shells were firing straigf I over their heads. Hurrah! One wa . struck, and then another and anotf : CT. But the others came on witfaot f a pause, and now one heard the raj . tie and the snuffie that they made, an t 1 the Silesians sniffed the swedish sne = of the sugar white smoke which u 0 creatures breathed. The foremo t Tank fired like mad with. flashes . . flame. The riheTnen on the barricai = stood rooted to the spot like ma Ii who has caught his foot in the raj l way and sees the express approachin r And now the first Tank is so cio. q that one feels oneself already crusl 6 ed and smashed into pulp. But u . Sflesfans-they showed some sfnar . ness-fled from their posts into u