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Show WELLS TO TELL ABOUT FIGHTING THE GERMANS Minus an arm, with four horrible months of suffering In a Geiman prison camp, and still enthusiastic and wishing to "go back for more." that Is Sergt. Fred Wells, veteran newspaper man and correspondent who will speak at tho Lyric theatre Thursday evening, Oct. 18 In conjunction con-junction with the Canaglan government govern-ment official films, "Canada's Fighting Fight-ing Forces." At the very outbreak of the war Sergt. Wells, then n reporter re-porter on ono of Vancouver's rallies, enlisted and took the course for noncommissioned non-commissioned officers, preferring that to going In for a commission, because he was "surer of getting there, and getting there quickly" as a N CO. He certainly got there in record time, his battalion being the 7th, from British Columbia, nnd pretty nearly everybody In Cnnada heard how he kept right on at Ypres, leading his men to retake a captured trench, after his arm had been shattered shat-tered by a German shell. His officers offi-cers being wounded, he was left in command of a company, and fought on despite his mangled arm, untlt another bullct'brought merciful unconsciousness. "After that," he said, "my next recollection is of a terrlblo Jolting, pains in every possible spot of my body, and the most consuming thirst Imaginable. The roar of the battle, as I had last heard It, returned to me but there were no guns to bo heard now, and I hesitated before opening my eyce. There seemed to bo a weight on me and soon I found that there was! I was on tha bottom of a 'pile of seven wounded men, on an open cart, and my first sight of German soil was accompanied by a shower of stones from a group of angry German worn' who were following and tormenting tho wounded wound-ed Canadian and English prisoners on their way to the hospital prison. Soon some of us were put on other ttucks, and progress became more comfortable. After the transfer, I found myself bestdaa manltoba boy I wish I could remember his name! The crowds on tho streets cursed us In many ways, none understandable, but with the Intent very certain. Ono old German grew quite excited as our cart halted outsldo a beer garden. He had a big stein In his hand, and after saying many things, he threw tho beer stein nnd contents at us. The beer went all over my partnor, who In delight, and between attempts to sop some up In his hand, called, "Horray, Dutchy, do It again!" |