Arizona republican., 1918-08-29
."The Martial Adventures of Henry And Me"

flirting with death under the German guns. They were stationed in a tent we'll outside the big hospital building. They gave us a dinner worth while onion soup, thick rare steak with peas and carrots, some sort of paste-per- haps macaroni or raviolli, a jelly ome let soused in rum, and served burning blue blaZes. and cheese and coffee and this from a camp kitchen from French cook on five minutes notice, an hour after the regular dinner The am bulance men were under the direct command of a French lieutenant-a Frenchman of quiet, gentle, serious type, who welcomed us beautifully, played host graciously and told us many interesting things about the work Of the army around him; and told it so simply-yet withal so sadly, that it impressed his face and manners upon US long after we had left him.
 No Laughing Matter
 Three or four times a day we were meeting French lieutenants who had charge of our ambulance men at the front. But this one was different He was so gentle and so serious without being at all solemn. He had been in the war for three years. and said quite incidentally, that under the law of averages his time was long past due and he expected to go soon It didn't seem to bother him. He passed the rum omelet with a steady hand. But his serious mien had attracted the am- bulance boys and upon the room of his office in the big brick hospital they had scrawled in chalk, Defense abso- lutement de rirei" Its absolutely for bidden to laugh" Evidently American humor got on his nerves. As we dined in the tent the boys outside sang trench songs, and college songs with trench words. and gave other demon strations of their youth.
 So we ate and listened to the sing | ing, while the moon rose, and with it | came a fog-more than a fog-a cloud | of heavy mist that hid the moon. We moved our baggage from the tent to a vacant room in a vacant ward in the big hospital. We saw in the misty moonlight a great brick structure run ming around a compound. The com pound was over 200 feet square. and in the center of the compound was a | big Red Cross made of canvas, painted red, on a background of whitewashed stones. It was 100 feet square. On each side of the compound Red Cross blazed from the roof of the buildings, under the Geneva lights-lights which | the Germans had agreed should mark our hospitals and protect them from air raids
 The Ambulance
 At midnight we left the hospital to visit those ambulance men who were stationed at the first aid posts. up near the battle line. It was an eery sort oi night ride in the ambulance, going without lights, up the Zigzags of the hill to the battle front of Verdun. The white clay of the road was sloppy and the car wobbled and skidded along and we passed scores of other vehicles go- ing up and coming down-with not . flicker of light on any of them. The
 Red Cross on our ambulance gave us the right of way over everything bu
 ammunition trucks, so we sped forward
 rapidly. It was revitalment time. Hun
 dreds of motor trucks and horsecart. laden with munitions, food, men an(
 the thousand and one supplies needed l 10 keep an army going, were making their nightly trip to the trenches. Wher we reached point near the top o the long hill, which we had beer l climbing, we got out of the ambulanc'
 and found that we were at first ait l dugout just back of the hill from who's l top one could see the battle. The frs } aid post was cave tunnelled a fev yards into the hillside covered witt
 railroad iron and sandbags. In the, dug 7 out was little operating room wher