Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1918-08-22

crazy with fear and horror and rushed
along the wire until I came to Y
lane. ! had just turned down this lane
when something inside Of me seemed
to say. Look around" I did % . bull
let caught me on the left shoulder. 1t
did not hurt much, Just felt as II come
n had punched me In the back. and
then my left side went numb. My arm
VAS dangling like q rag. I fell forward
in a sitting position. But all the fear
had left me and I was consumed with
rage and cursed the German trenches.
With my right hand 1 felt In my tunic
for my flrst-aid or shell dressing. In
feeling over my tunic my hand came
In contact with one of the bombs which
carried. Gripping 1t. l pulled the pin
out with my teeth and bllndly threw It
towards the German trench. l must
have been out Of my head, because l
was only ten feet from the trench and
took a chance Of being mangled. II
the bomb had failed to 90 into the
trench l would have been blown I
bits by the explosion of my own bomb.
BY the fare Of the explosion OF the
bomb, which luckily landed in their
trench, I saw n big Roche throw up
his arms and fall backwards. while his
rifle few into the air. Another one
wiited and fell forward across the
sandbags-then blackness.
Realizing what a foolhardy and risky
thing l had done, I was again seized
with a horrible fear. I dragged myself
to my feet and ran madly down the
lane through the barbed wire, stun.
bling over cut wires. tearing my uni
form, and decorating my hands and
legs. Just as I 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 1t was taps for me.
The lights went out.
When I came to I was crouching in
a hole In No Mans Land. This shell
hole was about three feet deep. 50 that
it brought my head a 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 conld hear the fragments slap tho
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 q big fiap
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 she'll 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 II you had seen my
ludicrous attempts at bandagng with
n hand. The pains in my wounded
shoulder were awful and I was getting
sick at the stomach. l gave up the
bandaginG stunt as a bad job. and then
tainted.
When I came to, hell wal let loose.
An intense bombardment was on. and
on the whole my position was decided.
~ 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. fiappins
IN the wind. bare knees showing, and
their bayonets glistening. In the frst
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 1rst, and stuck In the
ground. the butt trembling. This i'm.
pressed me greatly. 81
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