The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1918-05-30

COWS, or glass eyes, in 1t, through which
you can see. Inside there Is a rubber
covered tube, which goes in the mouth.
You breathe through your nose; the
gas, passing through the cloth helmet,
Is neutralized by the action Of the
chemicals. The foul air is exhaled
through the tube in the mouth, this
tube being so constructed that it pre-
vents the inhaling Of the outside air or
gas. One helmet is good for five hours
Of the strongest gas. Each Tommy
carries two of them slung around his
shoulder in waterproof canvas bag.
he must wear this bag at all times,
even while sleeping. To change de-
fective helmet, you take out the new
one, hold your breath, pull the old one
off, placing the new one over your
head, tucking in the loose ends under
the collar Of your tunic.
For a minute, pandemonium reigned
in our trench-Tommies adjusting
their helmets, bombers running here
and there, and men turning out of the
dugouts with fixed bayonets, to man
the fire step.
Re-enforcements were pouring out of
the communication trenches.
Our guns crew were busy mounting
the machine gun on the parapet and
bringing up extra ammunition from
the dugout.
German gas is heavier than air and
soon fills the trenches and dugouts,
where it has been known to lurk for
two or three days, until the air is puri-
fed by means Of large chemical spray
ers.
We had to work quickly, as Fritz
generally follows the gas with an in
fa\try attack.
A company man on our right was
too slow in getting on his helmet; he
sank to the ground, clutching at his
throat, and after a few spasmodic
twistings went West (died). It was
horrible to see him die, but we were
poWerless to help him. In the corner
cf a traverse, little, muddy cur dog,
one Of the company's pets, was lying
dead, with his paws over his nose.
It's the animals that suffer the most
the horses, mules, cattle, dogs, cats
and rats-they having no helmets to
save them. Tommy does not sympa-
thize with rats in a gas attack.
At times gas has been known to
travel, with dire results, fifteen miles
behind the lines.
A gas, or smoke helmet, as it is
called, at the best is a vile-smelling
thing, and it is not long before one gets
a violent headache from wearing 1t.
Our eighteen-pounders were burst
ing in No Mans Land, in an effort, by
the artillery, to disperse the gas
clouds.
The fire step was lined with crouch
ing men, bayonets fixed, and bombs
near at hand to repel the expected at
tack.
Our artillery had put a barrage Of
curtain fire on the German lines, to try
and break up their attack and keep
back re-enforcements.
I trained my machine gun on their
trench and its bullets were raking the
parapet.
Then over they came, bayonets glis-
tening. In their respirators, which
have a large snout in front, they look
ed like some horrible nightmare.
All along our trench, rifles and ma
chine guns spoke, our shrapnel was
bursting over their heads. They went
down in heaps, but new ones took the; !!
places Of the fallen. Nothing could
stop that mad rush. The Germans
reached our barbed wire, which had
been demolished by their
shells, then it was bomb against bomb,
and the cevil for all. )
(To be continued next week.