, 1923-03-15
! road We desired to take.

q road we desired to take.
There was accordingly nothing to
do but keep on into the forest and
hope for another crossing. Deep mud
and barriers erected by the Germans
soon stalled the machine, and the
Major and I pressed on afoot thru
q maze of German signs and an i'm
mediate surrounding silence that was
sitting in its intensity. Lost. and
our report over due, I was getting
on edge.
Suddenly at q turn in the road.
the huge mass Of q giant German
soldier came into View- fun pack
on his back and rifle trained in our
direction. l instantly pulled and
cooked my automatic and jumped to
the side Of the path. Here was my
first direct contact with the enemy,
But the major seemed undisturb-
ed. Proceeding cautiously forward,
1t developed that our fearsome ad-
versary was not only dead as a door
nail, but that in accomplishing this
result, our valiant artillerymen had
completely separated him from his
head. D. Moore, Philadelphia,
Pa.
His Came Late
To get a thrill, as defined by Mr..
Webster, is to experience a keen
emotion. That being the case, / can
remember distinctly the greatest
thrill I had in my whole army career
both here and over there. And it
all happened right here in New
YOrRpS a4SNC Co.S- fuyN dove e---
I received my discharge. But that's
e little ahead OF the tale.
failed to register an emotion
when passing out of the harbor.
Europe bound. Same stuff when
we Slipped into tight little England.
even though 1t was a brand new ex-
perience. No surge of emotion when
we skidded across the old channel
and spied lie Havre. And at last
France-three a. m. one misty morn
Ing. Little more than a blase inter-
est when the Eiffel Tower, framed
by the door of a forty hommes, eight
chevaux, hove in sight. For it all
seemed a natural sequence of events
In those days.
Up to the front on a billeting de-
tail to locate our pup-tent bunga-
lows in the woods from a dinky little
map the roar OF cannon and the
flashes along a low dark clo%ud-curtain
toward dusk-but still no animated
thrill to ripple up and down my spine.
Further along. and the first whizz
bang I ever saw crossed the earth of
France skyward a short distance away
and the thrill vas still lacking. l
was scared, not thrilled. Airplane
flights. marching troops going into
battle. news of the Armstice, home
ward bound, and all the real thrills
absent.
Old New Jersey coastline heaving
Into sight and my heart swarms up
Then up the bay and past old Liberty
again. Then and right then and
there I got the real thrill in my
whole army career, and not from the
much bronzed old lady in the flow
ing skirts. Here comes a committee
boat loaded to the top with our own
home folks. Bands playing, hand
made signs reading "Oh You Ed
Mccarthy" "Where Are the Jersey
Boys?" I'VE are Looking for Al" and
sundry others dozens of our own
famous Yankee Pride brand OF good
looking girls-and then l knew that
we were back home again where we
were known.
I can't describe the thrill, but It
sure was there as big as the whale
that swallowed Jonah. My spine
shivered-bits OF tears for the full
Joy OF it-and then n flood of them.
I crept back to the poop. I think
the gobs call It. sat down and just
cried like a baby for the wonder OF
II. and wasn't one little bit ashamed.
That was my thrill. and n peach
1t was. I'll say.-E. NJ. Cobb, New
ark. Ohio.
When They Used Both Bombs
1t vas the third day OF an inten-
sive three day curse in bomb work
on this side OF the ocean. was one
OF the non-coms. 1t was my duty
70 aoo TINT tho man acfnalv Hollomod