Show WORK ON N THE FIRING LINE LI E. E l- l Bavarians Monk Went Into Twelve Battles With and and Was Wounded In Foot A South German wh who e entered t ed the the First First regiment of the Bavarian Royal Guards as a volunteer volunteer volunteer vol vol- vol- vol officer a at the beginning of the war r is is now now lying wounded in th the hospital hospit l at Freiburg Fr He He H described his experiences ces when he was was interviewed inter inter- inter interviewed n viewed J On August 10 our battalion was a s sent t di direct ct to o othe the frontier Then we proceeded In forced marches as rapidly as possible to the mountains where the French had already taken up their positions The French had themselves th so securely securely securely se se- se- se and firmly that they could hardly get out again All who fled we shot down At nine o'clock their positions were ours They threw away everything they had rifles had rifles blankets and knapsacks knapsacks knapsacks-In in the panic of fear All their trenches were full of dead and wounded Our artillery had come up meanwhile their shrapnel tore fearful gaps In the ranks of the fleeing Frenchmen as they could not scatter In Inthe inthe inthe the narrow valley through which they had to re re- re- re treat The French prisoners we took tock seemed to regard re reo gard ard us as monsters Everywhere we went after after- vard ward the French terrified the people by crying The Bavarians are coming They remember us still from 1870 I took part In twelve great battles The last was near where we were lying three days under fire I was wounded about four o'clock in inthe inthe inthe the afternoon of the third day That was the worst day of ot all The shrapnel burst over us from two sides at once We sought pr protection even behind the dead It was the fiercest fire I 1 ever saw I pushed my way back through the hail hall of bullets and a apiece apiece apiece piece of shrapnel tore my knapsack open Finally I reached a dismantled battery and lay down under cover of the timbers The bullet which passe passed through my foot was buried In the sole of my shoe and the shrapnel was found in the meat tin I have them both as souvenirs |