Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1918-03-01
CHAPTER XII.
Over the Top.

On my second trip to the trenches
our officer was making his rounds Of
inspection, and we received the cheer
full news that at four In the morning
we were to go over the top and take
the German front-llne trench. My heart
turned to lead. Then the officer car
rled on with his instructions. To the
best of my memory | recall them as
follows: AT eleven wiring party will
60 out in front and cut lanes through
our barbed wire for the passage Of
troops in The morning. At two o'clock
our artillery will open up with an in
tense bombardment, which will last I'M
I'll four. Upon the lifting Of the bar
rage the first Of the three waves will
90 over" Then he left. Some of the
Tommies first getting permission from
the sergeant, went into the machine
gunners dugout and wrote letters
home, saying that in the morning they
were going over the top, and also that
If the letters reached their destination
It would mean that the writer had been
killed.
These letters were turned over to
the captain with instructions to mail
same in the event of the writer's being
killed. Some of the men made out
their wills in their pay books, under
the caption, "Will and Last Testa-
ment."
Then the nerve-racking wait com
menced. Every now and then would
glance at the dial of my wrist watch
and was surprised to see how fast the
minutes passed by. About five minutes
to two I got nervous waiting for our
guns to open up. | could not take my
eyes from my watch. CrOuched
against the parapet and strained my
muscles in a deathlike grip upon my
rifle. AS the hands on my watch
showed two o'clock binding red flare
lighted up the sky in our rear, then
thunder, intermiXed with a sharp, whls.
Ting sound in the air over our heads.
The shells from our guns were speed
ing on their way toward the German
lines. With one accord the men
sprang up on the fire step and looked
over the top In the direction of the
German trenches. A line Of bursting
shells lighted up No Mans Land. The
din was terrific and the ground trem-
bled. Then, high above our heads we
could hear a signing moan. Our big
boys behind the line had opened up
and COS and 15-inCh shells commenced
dropping into the German lines. The
flash of the guns behind the lines, the
scream Of the shells through the air,
and the flare Of them, bursting, was n
spectacle that put Pains greatest dis
play into the shade. The constant
pup, pup, Of German machine guns and
an occasional rattle of rifle firing gave
me the impression of huge audience
applauding the work Of the batteries.
Our 1S-pounders were destroying the
German barbed wire, while the heavier
stuff was demolishlng their trenches
and bashlng in dugouts or funk holes.
Then Fritz got busy.
Their shells went screaming over
head, aimed In the direction Of the
flares from our batteries. Trench NOR
tars started dropping "Minnies" in
our front line. We clicked several cas-
ualties. Then they suddenly ceased.
Our artillery had tapped or silenced
them.
During the bombardment you could
almost read newspaper in our trench.
Sometimes in the flare Of shell-burst
a mans body would be silhouetted
against the parados Of the trench and
1t appeared like huge monster. You
could hardly hear yourself think. When
an order was to be passed down the
trench you had to yell it, using your
hands as funnel into the ear of the
man sitting next to you on the fire step.
In about twenty minutes generous
rum issue. was doled out. After drink