Show OVER THE TOP With Shriek and Roar Death Strikes Close as Empey Gets His Baptism of Shell fire in France and Slips Into Trench Rum Ram Proves send God-send I OSIS OF OP G Arthur Gu Guy Empey 1 of r Ogden spurred h by the tue outrage to join the battle against t hastens to En England and enlists Three weeks later he arrives Somewhere in iii France and meets meet his hil first foe toe at the front front cooties a vermin form of trench horror Yesterdays Yesterday's article described de Identity disks tUsks church services er at the front and trench dl digging n g. g By Arthur Guy Empey Copyright 1918 CHAPTER III Continued JUST T before reaching ing reserve billets we were marching inarching along laughing and t. t singing one of T f Tommy's Tommys trench ditt ditties es- es v v 1 want to to go home borne I want to go home horn e. e 1 I dont don't want to go o to the trenches no more Where herc sausages and bangs bans ar are e galore I Take rake inc me inc over the sea sea where the tile Allem and cant can't get at me S Oh Ob my I dont don't want to die 1 want want- to go home when overhead came a n swish through h the air alt rapidly followed by three others Then about two hundred yards to our left In n u a large field feld four tour columns columns columns col col- of or black earth and aud smoke rose into the air air and the ground trembled lcd from the report the report the explosion of r four Gorman German nines five or coal hox s A sharp whistle bla blast t. t immediately followed followed followed fol fol- lowed b by two short ones ones rang out from the head of ot our column This was to take up artillery formation We e di divided divided di- di vided Into small squads a anti and la went t Into the tIle fields on the right and let leCt 0 of the road and crouched bit the ground round No NoU U r rj f llo d 1 hl pal P o Jf l was was' our b r b From the waist up I 1 was wassail enthusiasm sl- sl but from Crom there down was missing I thought I should dewith dlo dio with fright CrIght After Arter awhile we reformed into columns columns col col- of or fours and proceeded on our wa way fr o I S f Havoc About i 5 6 that night we reached the ruined village of H H- H Hand arid and I got my first sight of oC the thc aw awful l destruction caused by German Marching down the main street wo came to the heart of or the village and took up quarters quarte 8 in shell proof cellars cellars cellars cel cel- lars sh shell proof until hit b by a shell Shells were constantly whistling over the village antI and bursting in our rear searching for Cor or our artillery These cellars were rere cold damp and smelly an and overrun O with lar large e rats rats rats- big black fellows Most ost of the Tommies slept with their overcoats over their faces I did lid not In the middle of or tho the night I woke up In terror Tho The cold clammy feet of ot a rat had passed over m my face race I Immediately smothered myself myself myself my my- self in my mr overcoat o but could not sleep for lor tho the rest of or that night Next evening we took over our sector sector sec ace tor toz of or the line In single file rile wo we wended wend wend- ed Cl our way through h a zigzag communication communication communication cation trench six inches deep with mud This h was called Whisky r street On our wa way up to tu the front frontline frontline frontline line an occasional flare Clare of bursting u. u u I c lI lU up ine le l tiC e sKy ann alto altose we se could cout hear the fragments slapping I the ground above c us on our rl right ht and left Then a Fritz would traverse tra e back and forth Coath with his tp tYPewriterS typewriter or mahine ma- ma hine gun The Tile bullets made e a sharp cracking noise overhead Death Deuth Close Clo The bo boy in front Cron of me rue named Pren- Pren tico crumpled d LI up without a word A Apiece Apiece Apiece piece of shell J had luni ld gone through h hl his shrapnel proof helmet I felt tell sick and weak I In about thirty minutes we reached the front line nc It was dark ark as pitch Ever Every now and then a German star shell would blackness out in front runt with its silvery sll light I wa was as trembling trembling- all an over and felt 01 very lonely and afraid All orders were given In whimpers per The company com pan we 6 e relieved filed past un ua and disappeared into tho the J blackness Jackness of ot tho the trench leading leadin to the rear As the they passed us the they whispered The best o 0 luck 1 mates a. a ll I sat at on the tire fire step of Ot the trench with the rest reH of ot the tIle men uaen in each traverse traverse trav tray erse two of the old older r men hn had been put on guard with their heads sticking I over O tho the top with their eyes yes trying try uy ing jog to pierce the blackness in No NoMans NoMans 0 Mans Man's Land In this tIlls trench there were cre I only two dugouts du antI and these were used uel u Ed Edby by Lewis and nd Vickers machine gunners gunners gunnor gun un ners nor so o It was wa as the tho fire ire step for tor ours Pretty soon toon It started to rain Wo put on on our macks but the they w sere r r not much protection The rain rf trickled led down our backs an and It was not lon long before wo ce W were wet and cold COlI How Hov 1 I I Jf lapsed sd that night I J WIH wll 11 never I know no but without any unusual occurrence d dawn wn arrived I The word stand down was aa passed along Ion the line lino and the entries got goot down oft off the tire fire step tep Pretty soon the th rum rUin issue 1 came carne along and It was wag wasa waga a Godsend It warmed our chIJI cl chilled bodies and put n new life Ufe Into Uti us Then Thep from tho the communication trenches s came camo or Iron pots filled with steaming steam steam- lug ing ten tea tea which had two wooden stakes stale through their handles and anti Were carried tl I by b two men inca I filled my m canteen and drank the tho hot teu tea without taking It from m my lips hits It was not Jon long before I I l ns asleep In n the mu mud on the Ire step I My 1 ambition had been attained 1 11 wan vaa In ill a n front line trench on the tite western front and ol how j I wished 1 I were Yore back In Jersey City j Continued tomorrow |