Weekly journal-miner., 1918-11-27


 planned to stay forever. One barracks had a clubhouse, a bowling alley, a piano, etc. I could have loaded truck with souvenirs if I had wanted to bother with them, but will acquire a few before we get through with the dfve.".
 Under the date of October 5th. Mir. Bell, who is at present stationed with Company F. 353d Infantry, A. E. F., writes as follows:
 Anxious To Get Ahead.
 Our battalion is back on the re serve now after about a weeks stay at the front. While up there we didn't do anything in the driving line as the ones high up in command decid ed to press forward at other points along the front. We were anxious to lgo on and see a little more of Ger many, but didn't get the chance. A few raiding parties were pulled off by some of the companies and the scouts went out on three night pa trols. We had plenty of excitement on each of these occasions and had the misfortune to let the Germans capture one of our men and shoot up another. The time this last thing hap pcned a few of the scouts were sent out on a daylight patrol. 1 didn't happen to be around camp when the sergeant was picking out the men or probably I would have been one of the chosen few for this trip.
 Rescue Party Formed.
 This patrol was fired on about noon. When the shooting started the three in the lead started to run. One was held up and the others were shot at pretty promiscuously One of them was hit in the leg and dropped. The other one stopped then and threw himself in a shell hole. The one that was hit started to examine the wound in his leg when another bull let hit him in the arm. He fell over then and played 'possun,' thinking that safer than trying to get away. The two of them stayed there until dark expecting the Germans to come after them any minute Our men covered the woods with their rifles and the Germans didn't feel like ven- turing out for fear of getting sniped. The two in the shell holes started crawling out just as soon as it was dark. The crippled one left first without letting the first one know and so they got separated. They were only about one hundred yards from the German lines and talking back and forth was not safe and they were too far away to whisper. The whole one got into our lines about ten ! o'clock, giving us the report about the other two. Immediately four of us started out to find the crippled one We crawled all around in the neigh borhood where the shooting occurred, but didn't happen to tumble onto him. We figured he had been shot up so that he couldn't travel very far, and of course the Germans had picked him up. Several flares went up while we were out there, lighting up the surrounding country. Generally there would be a few shots fired after each Of these flares. Once the shots came over our small patrol and we de- cided that they had either seen us or had heard us, so WIG very promptly withdrew We had covered the ground pretty thoroughly, and we went back to camp. Imagine our sur prise the next morning to hear that our friend had crawled in about day light with broken reg and a flesh wound in the arm. He said he had heard us all around him the night be- fore, but he was afraid we were Ger mans and wouldn't call to us. Too bad, for we could have saved him several hours of cold, wet weather, and several hundred yards of painful crawling.
 Slightly Wounded
 Going out that night we got caught in barrage and we were a trifle un- easy, to put it mildly, until we got 10 a dugout The shells were hitting all around us and if we had not talk en shelter in a shallow trench nearby we would not have gone on that night. As it was the fragments of shells criss-crossed over our heads about as thick as hail. One small piece hit me on the arm, tore a hole through my coat, but didn't get through to the flesh. It raised a good bump and stung for a while, but didn't have any other effect except to spur me to greater speed. Each one that came seemed to give us a little boost and if we had very much far ther to go we could have attained quite a speed. As 1t was we made pretty close to record time for the hundred yards.
 A Hun Houn' Dog ..
 "The artillery duels over here are