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“Over the Top”
By An American Soldier
Who Went
ARTHUR GUY EMPEY
Machine Gunner Serving In France
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(Oopjrlgbt, 1917, bj Arthur Guj Hmpej)
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Fired by the news of the
sinking of the Lusitania by a German
submarine, Arthur Guy Empey, an Ameri
can, leaves his office in Jersey City and
goes to England where he enlists in the
British army.
CHAPTER IT-After a period of train
ing, Empey volunteers for immediate serv
ice and soon finds himself In rest billets
■'somewhere in France,” where he first
makes the acquaintance of the ever-pres
ent "cooties.”
CHAPTER III—Empey attends his first
church services at the front while a Ger
man Fokker circles over the congregation.
CHAPTER IV—Empey's command goes
Into the front-line trenches and Is under
fire for the first time.
CHAPTER V-Empey learns to adopt
the motto of the Brtish Tommy, "If you
are going to get it, you'll get It, so never
worry.”
CHAPTER VI—Back In rest billets, Em
pey gets his first experience as a mess
orderly.
CHAPTER VII—Empey learns how the
British soldiers are fed.
CHAPTER VIII—Back In the front-line
trench, Empey sees his first friend of the
trenches "go West.”
CHAPTER IX—Empey makes his first
visit to a dugout In “Suicide Ditch."
CHAPTER X—Empey learns what con
stitutes a "day’s work” in the front-Une
trench.
CHAPTER XI—Empey goes "over the
top" for the first time In a charge on the
German trenches and Is wounded by a
bayonet thrust. ,
CHAPTER XIII—Each Tommy gets
an official bath.
CHAPTER XIV—Empey helps dig
an advanced trench under German
firp
CHAPTER XV—On ‘‘listening post"
in No Man’s Land.
CHAPTER XVI—Two artillerymen
‘‘put one over” on Old Pepper, their
regimental commander.
CHAPTER XVII—Empey has nar
row escape while on patrol duty infNo
Man’s Land.
CHAPTER XVIII—Back in rest bil
lets Empey writes and stages a farce
comedy- _ , iiil
If au*Eiiglish regiment was to ho re
lieved by the wild Irish, Tommy would
tell the Saxons, and immediately a vol
ley of “Donner und Blitzens” could
be heard und it was Fritz’s turn to get
a crick in his back from stooping, and
the people in Berlin would close their
windows.
Usually when an Irishman takes over
a trench, just before “stand down” In
the morning, he sticks his rifle over
the top, aimed In the direction of Ber
lin, and engages in what is known as
the “mad minute.” This consists of
firing fifteen shots in a minute. He
is not aiming at anything in particular
—just sends over each shot with a
prayer, hoping that one of his strays
will get some poor unsuspecting Fritz
in (lie napper hundreds of yards be
hind the lines. It generally does ; that’s
the reason the Booties hate the man
from Erin’s isle.
The Saxons, though better than the
Prussians and Bavarians, have a nasty
trait of treachery in their makeup.
At one point of the line where the
trenches ' ’ere very close, a stake was
driven Into the ground midway be
tween the hostile lines. At night when
it was his turn, Tommy would crawl
to this ;take and attach some London
paper* to it, while at the foot he would
place tins of bully beet, fags, sweets,
and other delicacies that he had re
ceived from Blighty in the ever looked
for parcel. Later on Fritz would come
out and get these luxuries.
The next night Tommy would go out
to see what Fritz put Into his stocking.
me donation generally consisted of a
paper from Berlin, telling who was
winning the war, some tinned sausages,
cigars, and occasionally a little beer,
but a funny thing, Tommy never re
turned with the beer unless It was in
side of him. His platoon got a whiff of
his breath one night and the offending
Tommy lost his job.
One night a young English sergeant
crawled to the stake and as he tried to
detach the German paper a bomb ex
ploded and mangled him horribly. Fritz
had .set a trap and gained another vic
tim which was only one more black
mark against him in the book of this
war. From that time on diplomatic re
lations were severed.
Returning to Tommy, T think his
spirit is best shown in the questions he
asks. It is never “who Is going to win”
but always “how long will it take?”
CHAPTER XX.
"Chats With Fritz."
We were swimming in money, from
the receipts of our theatrical venture,
and had forgotten all about the war!
when an order came through that our
brigade would again take over their
sector of the line.
The day that these orders were is
sued, our captain assembled the com
pany and nsked for volunteers to go to
the Machine Gun school at St. Omar.
1 I volunteered and wus accepted.
Sixteen men from our brigade left
for the course in machine gunnery.
This course lasted two weeks and we
rejoined our unit and were assigned to
the brigade machine gun company. It
almost broke my heart to leave my
company mates.
The gun we used was the Vickers,
Light .803, water cooled.
I was still a member of the Suicide
j club, bn vine imuned from tlm
pnmnto the-.in./ , £
section 1. gtin No. 2. nnd the first time
“In took position In the front-line
trench.
Poring the day onr K,]n won)d bp
dismounted on the fire step ready for
instant use. \ye shared a dugnut with
the Lewis gunners. At “stand to” we
would mount our gun on the pnrnpet
nnd go on watch beside it until “stand
down’ In the morning. Then the gun
would be dismounted nnd again placed
In readiness on the fire step.
We did eight days In the front-line
trench without anything unusual hap
pening outside of the ordinary treneh
routine. On the night that \%e were to
"cnrp out. ’ a bombing raid against the
German lines wns pulled off. This raid
ing party consisted of sixty company
men. sixteen bombers, and four Lewis
machine guns with their crews.
The raid took the Boches by surprise
nnd was a complete success, the party
bringing back twenty-one prisoners.
The Germans must have been awful
ly sore, because they turned loose a
barrage of shrapnel, with a few “Min
nies” and “whizz bangs” Intermixed.
The shells were dropping into our front
line like hailstones.
To get even, we conld have left the
prisoners In the fire trench, In charge
of the men on guard and let them click
Fritz's strafeing but Tommy does not
treat prisoners that way.
Five of them were brought Into my
dugout and turned over to me so that
they would be safe from the German
fire.
In the candlelight, they looked very
much shaken, nerves gone nnd chalky
faces, with the exception of one, a
great big fellow. He looked very much
at ease. I liked him from the start.
I got out the ruin jar and gave each
a nip and passed around some fags.
me wu x-iiiiuie wooumnes. me omer
prisoners looked their gratitude, but
the big fellow said in English. “Thank
you. sir. the rum is excellent and I ap
preciate It, also your kindness.”
He told me his name was Carl
Schmidt, of the Sixty-sixth Bavarian
Light Infantry; that he had lived six
years in New York (knew the city bet
ter than I did), hud been to Coney
island and many of our ball games. He
was a regular fan. I couldn’t make him
believe that Hans Wagner wasn’t the
best ball player in the world.
From New York be had gone to Lon
don. where he worked as a waiter In
the Hotel Itussell. Just before the war
he went home to Germany to see his
parents, the war came and he was con
scripted.
He told me he was very sorry to
hear that London was in ruins from
the Zeppelin raids. I could not con
vince him otherwise, for hadn’t he seen
moving pictures in one of the German
cities of St. Paul’s cathedral in ruins.
I changed the subject because he
was so stubborn in his belief. It was
ray intention to try and pump him for
inftmristion as to the methods of the
German snipers, who had been caus
ing us trouble In the last few days.
I broached the subject and he shut
up like a clam. After a few minutes
he very innocently said:
“German snipers get paid rewards
for killing the English.”
I eagerly asked, “What are they?"
He answered:
“For killing or wounding an English
plicate, the sniper gets one mark. For
killing or wounding an English officer
lie gets five marks, but if tic kills a Bed
Cap or English general, the sniper gets
twenty-one days tied to the wheel of a
limber as punishment for his cureless
uess."
Then he paused, waiting for me to
bite, I suppose.
I tilt all right and nsked him why the
sniper was punished for killing an
English general. With a smile he re
plied:
“Well, you see. If all the English gen
erals were killed, there would he no
one left to make costly mistakes.”
I shut him up, he was getting too
fresli for a prisoner. After a while he
winked at me and I winked back, then
the escort came to take the prisoners
to the rear. I shook hands and wished
him “Tile best of luek and a safe jour
ney to Blighty.”
I liked that prisoner, he was a flrfe
fellow, had an Iron Cross, too. I ad
vised him to keep it out of sight, or
some Tommy would he sending it home
to his girl in Blighty as a souvenir.
One dark and rainy night while on
guard we were looking over the top
from the fire step of our front-line
trench, when we heard a noise imme
diately in front of our barbed wire.
The sentry next to me challenged.
“Halt, who comes there?” and brought
his rifle to the aim. His challenge was
answered in German. A captain in the
next traverse climbed upon the sand
bagged parapet to investigate—a brave
but foolhardy deed—“Crack” went a
bullet and he tumbled back Into the
trench with a hole through his stomach
and died a few minutes later. A lanee
corporal in the next platoon was so en
raged at the captain's death that he
chucked a Mills bomb in the direction
of the noise with the shouted warning
to us: “Duck your Dappers, my lucky
lads.” A sharp dynamite report, a flare
in front of us, and then silence.
We immediately sent up two star
shells, and in their light could see two
dark forms lying on the ground close
to onr wire. A sergeant and four
stretcher-bearers went out in front and
soon returned, carrying two limp
bodies. Down in the dugout, in the
flickering light of three candles, we
saw that they were two German offi
cers, one'a captain and the other an
“unterofflzler,” a rank one grade higher
than a sergeant general, hut below the
grade of lleuteuaut.
The captain’s face had been almost
completely torn away by the bomb's
explosion. The unterofflzler was alive,
breathing with dlffionltv In « fa*™
utes ne opened his eyetTand nllnked In
the glare of the candles.
The pair had evidently been drink
ing heavily, for the alcohol fumes were
sickening and completely pervaded the
dugout. I turned away in disgust,
bating to see n man cross the Great Di
vide full of booze.
One of our officers could speak Ger
man and he questioned the dying man.
In n faint voice. Interrupted by fre
quent hiccoughs, the unterofflzler told
his story.
There hnd been n drinking bout
among the officers In one of the Ger
man dugouts, the main beverage being
champagne. With a drunken leer he
Informed us that champagne was plen
tiful on their side and that It did not
cost them anything either. About seven
that night the conversation had turned
to the “contemptible” English, and the
captain had made a wager that he
would hang his cap on the English
barbed wire to show his contempt for
the English sentries. The wager was
accepted. At eight o'clock the captain
and he had crept out Into No Man's
Land to carry out this wager.
They had gotten about halfway
across when the drink took effect and
the captain fell asleep. After about
two hours of vain attempts the unter
offizier had at last succeeded In wak
ing the captain, remlndedflhlra of his
bet, and warned him that he would be
the laughing stock of the officers’ mess
if he did not accomplish his object, but
the captain was trembling all over and
insisted on returning to the German
lines. In the darkness they lost their
bearings and crawled toward the Eng
lish trenches. They reached the barbed
wire and were suddenly challenged by
our sentry. Being too drunk to realize
that the challenge was in English, the
captain refused to crawl back. Finally
the unteroffizier convinced his superior
that they were In front of the English
wire. Realizing this too late, the cap
tain drew his revolver and with a mut
tered curse fired blindly toward our
trench. His bullet no doubt killed our
captain.
Then the bomb came over and there
he was, dying—and a good job too, we
thought. The captain dead? Well, his
men wouldn’t weep at the news.
Without giving us any further infor
mation the unteroffizier died.
We searched the bodies for identifi
cation disks but they had left every
thing behind before starting on their
foolhardy errand.
Next afternoon we buried them in
our little cemetery apart from the
graves of the Tommies. If you ever
go into that cemetery you will see two
little wooden crosses in the corner of
the cemetery set away from the rest.
They rend:
Captain
German Army
Died — 1916
Unknown
It. I. P.
Unteroffizier
German Army
Died — 1916
Unljfown
It. I. P.
CHAPTER XXI.
About TYirn.
The next evening we were relieved
by the —th brigade, and once again
returned to rest billets. Upon arriving
at these billets we were given twenty
four hours in which to clean up. I hud
just finished getting the mud from my
uniform when the orderly sergeant in
formed me that my name was in orders
to leave, and that I was to report to
the orderly room in the morning for or
ders, transportation and rations.
i nearly had a fit, hustled about
Packing up, tilling my pack with sou
venirs such as shell heads, dud bombs,
nose caps, shrapnel balls, and a Prus
sian guardsman’s helmet. In fact, be
fore I turned in that night, I had every
thing ready to report at the orderly
room at nine the next morning.
I was the envy of the whole section,
! swanking around, telling of the good
time l was going to have, the places I
would visit, and the real, old English
beer I intended to guzzle. Sort of
rubbed It into them, because they all
do it, and now that it was my turn, I
took pains to get my own back.
At nine I reported to the captain, re
! ceiving my travel order and pass. He
| asked me how much money I wanted
j to draw. I glibly answered, “Three
hundred francs, sir;” he just as glibly
handed me one hundred.
Reporting at brigade headquarters,
with my pack weighing a ton, I waited,
j with forty others, for the adjutant to
inspect us. After an hour's wait, he
: came out; must have been sore because
he wasn’t going with us.
The quartermaster sergeant Issued
j us two days’ rations, In a little white
j canvas ration bag, which we tied to
! our belts.
Then two motor lorries came along
aud we piled in, laughing, joking, and
in the best of spirits. We even loved
the Germans, we were feeling so happy.
Our journey to seven days’ bliss in
Blighty had commenced.
The ride in the lorry lasted about
two hours; by this time we were cov
ered with fine, white dust from the
road, but didn’t mind, even if we were
ueariy choking.
At the railroad station at F- we
reported to an officer, who had a white
band around his arm, which read “R.
T. O.” (Royal Transportation Officer).
To us th^s officer was Santa Claus.
The sergeant in charge showed him
our orders; he glanced through them
and said: “Make yourselves comfort
able on the platform and don't leave
tlie train is liable to be along in five
minutes—or five hours.”
(To be Continued)
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