Show V HU A SOLDIER FEELS IN IK FIGHT Alabama S Sergeant Sargeant Gives Graphic Description of the Hell d Of f War BIG DG BATTLE AS HE SAW IT Inferno of Noise Confusion ei j Death Barrage and Ps Ct Gott Gott With the a Germans but Americana Ameri Amerl tans cana Wit Witt Fren French h Anniston Ala Here Ala Here I Is the description tion don of ot a f fLig big battle as ns it Impressed It Itself It- It self ler 00 the mind of ot Sergt Lawrence of r. r tord I They're on t tIt I It sends a n thrill through you as rou you hear their cry and rise up and Und find yourself in a n crowd of men pausing pans paus paus-I paus ing n R moment to light our pipes or t cl cigarettes and we w are hurrying forWard forward for for- Ward with glistening steel in our hands to meet the foe toe If It were not for these other men moving along heavily laden to keep pace with the barrage one might well stand In amazement at a n wilderness I suddenly become crowded with swayIng sway sway- swaying Ing humanity bravely attempting swaY swaY-I to Weather ler the furious storm The WXbe big guns nB roll like heavy thunder thunder thun thun- der tier the little field batteries answer with a bark balk shells scream whistle howl hotel according to their mo moods ds Death U Is Everywhere The Tae T e quick staccato coughing of machine guns goes on unceasingly all allaround allaround around you and is swallowed up in its echoes There Is o n spatter of ot rifle rUle bullets as 88 they whiz by y yu IU u and you rou wonder that you are arc untouched Barbed wire tears our clothes to pieces s mud sticks sUcks them together I again Birds fly at nt our aUf feet and from I Ithe the sky winged airplanes swoop down Spitfire tanks plod on behind I crashing and crushing burning bolling bolling boll- boll I ing oil all sends flames leaping to the clouds molten phosphorus Is poured i into du dugouts outs There Is gas to blind I and choke you There are laughs and cries th the laugh of a comrade as ns he be struggles l on or the cry of another as ns he drops drops' his rifle riOe and puts his hand to his heart his heart his last cry crr There is the yell of the hunter the wild crying dc despair I of the hunted The plunk of the mortars mor mortars tars and the burst of the bombs bomb ad nd I to the tumult of the storm Stretcher bearers rush to and fro iro running zi zigzag zig-zag across the tune battlefield t j with their messages Then I drop doop into inton n a shell hole the cold sweat running off oft my face nn and breathe Take my compass S out get direction adjusted and when the barrage lifts I dive dhe into the tornado a again ond a d so on Germans Germans Ger Ger- mans are scarce they are down below betow hoppers up behind will teal ual al with them Over O broken trenches on and torn ground slipping falling sprawling I IGO Igo Igo go for our objective As the curtain of fire nn and smoke pusses passes over o the village vii vil lage we make the final spurt forward i and dig and dig lg like Uke h h i. i. i I Germans Fear Americans I IliThe The liThe noise increases the guns get more angry shells shells' and showers of at mud and dirt are falling all al around you ou The devil seems to be bo raking out out his furnn furnaces es the sky seems to tocra cra crash h down n on you then my head swims my arms fall to my sides myle my ray le legs g grow V limp and I drop down as ns I hastily don den cn my gas mask masI And nd when I open my eyes ees and find m myself I aUlon am aUl amon on ona a stretcher and someone with a smile nil all over o his bronzed face offers me a cigarette Yes Ys we ran the tha Huns for tor six sir dl days and nud five nights and I did not want fo to eat eat or sleep I tell you it was grand and if I 1 hadn't been gassed I feel like c I could still be running them We storied started In on the day of or July my birthday and nud mother fear I 1 took toole no prisoners A German officer sold said to his men Why do you you run is not Gott mat I you And the thc German soldiers answered an sn I Yes Gut but ut the Americans are mit the French |