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CORDOVA, ALASKA
Headquarters of Cordova
Chapter American Red Cross.
Club House founded in 1908
by Episcopal church. Open
from 1 p. m. to 10 p. m.
REV E. P. ZIEGLER
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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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(Copyright, 1917, by Arthur Gay Bmpey)
CHAPTER VIII.
The Little Wooden Cross.
After remaining In rest billets for
eight days, we received the unwelcome
tidings that the next morning we would
“go in" to “take over.” At six in the
morning our march started and, nfter
a long march down the dusty road, we
again arrived at reserve billets.
I was No. 1 in the leading set of
fours. The man on my left was named
“Pete Walling,” a cheery sort of fel
low. He laughed and joked all the
way on the march, buoying up my
drooping spirits. I could not figure out
anything attractive In ngain occupying
the front line, but Pete did not seem to
mind, said it was all in a lifetime. My
5 left heel was blistered from the rub
bing of my heavy marching hoot. Pete
noticed that I was limping and offered
to carry my rifle, but by this time I had
learned the ethics of the march in the
British army and courteously refused
his offer.
We had gotten half-way through the
communication trench, Pete in my im
mediate rear. He had his hand on my
shoulder, as men In a communication
trench have to do to keep in touch with
each other. We had just climbed over
a bashed-in part of the trench when
in our rear a man tripped over a loose
signal wire, and let out an onth. As
usual, Pete rushed to his help. To
reach the fallen man he hnd to cross
this bashed-in part. A bullet cracked
■ in the air and I duck d. Then a moan
from the rear. My heart stood still.
.1 went back and Pete was lying on the
ground. By the aid of my flashlight
I saw that he had his hand pressed to
his right breast. The fingers were cov
ered with blood. I flashed the light
on his face and in its glow a grayish
blue color was stealing over his coun
tenance. Pete looked up at me and
said: “Well, Yank, they’ve done me in.
I can feel myself going West.” His
voice was getting fainter and I had to
kneel down to get his words. Then he
gave me a message to write home to
his mother and his sweetheart, and I,
like a great big boob, cried like a baby.
I was losing my first friend of the
! trenches.
Word was passed to the rear for a
stretcher. He died before it arrived.
Two of us put the body on the
stretcher and carried it to the nearest
first-aid post, where the doctor took
an official record of Pete’s name, num
ber, rank and regiment from his iden
tity disk, this to be used in the cas
ualty lists and notification to his
family.
We left Pete there, but it broke our
hearts to do so. The doctor informed
us that we could bury him the next
morning. That afternoon five of the
boys of our section, myself included,
went to the little ruined village In the
rear and from the deserted gardens of
the French chateaux gathered grass
i and flowers. From these we made a
wreath.
While the boys were making this
wreath, I sat under a shot-scarred
apple tree and carved out the follow
ing verses on a little wooden shield
which we nailed on Pete’s cross.
True to his God; true to Britain,
Doing his duty to the last.
Just one more name to be written
On the Roll of Honor of heroes passed—
Passed to their God. enshrined In glory.
Entering life of eternal rest.
One more chapter In England’s story
Of her sons doing their best
Rest, yott soldier, mate so true.
Never forgotten by us below;
Know that we are thinking of you,
Ere to our rest we are bidden to go.
Next morning the whole section went
over to say good-by to Pete, and laid
him away to rest.
After each one had a look at the face
of the dead, a corporal of the R. A.
M. C. sewed up the remains In a blan
ket. Then placing two heavy ropes
across the stretcher (to be used In low
! erlng the body into the grave), we lift
ed Pete onto the stretcher, and rev
erently covered him with a large union
jack, the flag he had died for.
The chaplain led the way, then came
the officers of the section, followed by
two of the men carrying a wreath. Im
mediately after came poor Pete on the
flng-drapod itretcWi cftrrlod b fmir
u? ,T' i *8S one nt the four. Be
hind the *i*,cher. ,n co]umn of fourgi
came the rema,nder of fhp seot,on
T° ge o the cemetery, we hnd to
pass through the little shell-destroyed
village, " ere troops were hurrying
to and fro.
As the funeral procession passed
thesP troops came to thp ..attentlon»
and smartly saluted thp (]pfld
I oor I t te was receiving the only sa
lute a private la entitled to “some
where In r ranee.**
Now and again a shell from the Ger
man lines would go whistling over the
village to burst In our artillery lines
In the rear.
W hen we reached the cemetery we
halted n ront of an open grave, and
laid the stretcher beside It. Forming
a hollow square around the opening of
the grnve, the chaplain read the burin!
service.
German^ machine-gun bullets were
“cracking In the air above us. but
Pete dldnit mind, and neither did we.
When the body was lowered into the
grnve the flag having been removed,
we clicked our heels together and
came to the salute.
I left before the grave was filled in.
I could not bear to see the dirt thrown
on the blanket-covered face of my com
rade. On the western front there are
no coffins, and you are lucky to get a j
blanket to protect you from the wet
and the worms. Several of the sec
tion stayed and decorated the grave
with white stones.
Thai night, in the light of a lonely
candle in the machine gunner's dugout
of the frout-line trench I wrote two
letters. One to Pete’s mother, the
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! other to his sweetheart. While doing
this I cursed the Prussian war god
with all my heart, and I think that St.
Peter noted same.
Tlie machine gunners in the dugout
were laughing and joking. To them
Pete was unknown. Pretty soon, in the
warmth of their merriment, my blues
disappeared. One soon forgets on the
western front.
CHAPTER IX.
Suicide Annex.
I wras in my first dugout and looked
around curiously. Over the door of
same was a little sign reading “Sui
cide Annex.” One of the boys told
me that this particular front trench
was called “Suicide Ditch.” Later on
I learned that machine gunners and
bombers are know'n as the “Suicide
Club."
That dugout was muddy. The men
slept in mud. washed in mud. ate mud,
and dreamed mud. I had never before
realized that so much discomfort and
misery could be contained in those
three little letters, M U D. The floor
of the dugout was an Inch deep In
water. Outside it was raining eats and
dogs, and thin rivulets were trickling
down the steps. From the air shaft
immediately above me came a drip,
drip, drip. Suicide Annex was a hole
eight feet wide, ten feet long and six
feet high. It was about twenty feet
below the fire trench; at least there
were twenty steps leading down to it.
These steps were cut into the earth,
but at that time were muddy and slip
pery. A man had to be very careful
or else tie would “shoot the chutes.”
The air was foul, and you could cut
the smoke from Tommy’s fags with a
knife. It was cold. The walls and
roof were supported with heavy square
cut timbers, while the entrance was
strengthened with sandbags. Nails had
been driven iuto these timbers. On
each nail huns a miscellaneous assort
ment of equipment. The lighting ar
rangements were superb—one caudle
in a reflector made from an ammuni
tion tin. My teeth were chattering
from the cold, and the drip from the
alrshaft did not help matters much.
While I was sitting bemoaning my
fnte and wishing for the fireside at
home, the fellow next to me, who was
writing a letter, looked up und inno
cently asked, “Say, Yank, how do you
spell ‘conflagration’?”
I looked at him in contempt and an
swered that I did not know.
From the darkness in one of the cor
ners came a thin, piping voice singing
one of the Popular trench ditties en
titled :
••Pack up your Troubles In your Old Kit
Bag, and Smile, Smile, Smile.”
Lvery now and then the singer
would stop to cough, cough, cough, but
It was a good Illustration of Tommy's
cheerfulness under such conditions.
A machine-gun officer entered the
dugout and gave me a hard look. I
sneaked past him, sliding and slipping,
and reached my section of the front
line trench, where I was greeted by
the sergeant, who asked me, “Where
In - 'ave you been?”
I made no answer, but sat on the
muddy Are step, shivering with the
cold and with the rain beating in my
face. About half an hour later I
teamed up with another fellow and
went on guard with my head sticking
over the top. At ten o’clock I was
relieved and resumed my sitting posi
tion on the Are step. The rain sud
denly stopped and we all breathed a
sigh of relief. We prayed for the morn
ing and the rum Issue.
CHAPTER X.
"The Day’s Work.”
I was fast learning that there is a
regular routine about the work of the
trenches, although it is badly upset at
times by the Germans.
The real work In the Are trench
commences at sundown. Tommy is
like a burglar, he works at night.
Just as It begins to get dark the
word “stand to" Is passed from trav
erse to traverse, and the men get busy.
The Arst relief, consisting of two men
to a traverse, mount the Are step, one
man looking over the top, while the
other sits at his feet, ready to carry
messages or to inform the platoon offi
cer of any report made by the sentry
as to his observations In No Man’s
Land. The sentry is not allowed to
| relax his watch for a second. If he is
; juestioned from the trench or asked
his orders, he replies without turning
around or taking his eyes from the ex
panse of dirt in front of him. The re
mainder of the occupants of his trav
erse either sit on the tire step, with
bayonets fixed, ready for any emer
gency. or if lucky, and a dugout imp
pens to be in the near vicinity of the
traverse, and if the night is quiet, they
are permitted to go to same and try
and snatch a few winks of sleep. Little
sleeping is done; generally the men sit
around, smoking fugs and seeing who
can tell the biggest lie. Some of them,
perhaps with their feet In water, would
write home sympathizing with the
“governor" because he was laid up
with u cold, contracted by getting his
feet wet on his way to work in Wool
wich arsenal. If u man should manage
to doze off, likely as not lie would wake
with a start as the clammy, cold feet
of a rat passed over his face, or the
next relief stepped on his stomach
while stumbling on their way to relieve
the sentries in the trench.
Just try to sleep with a belt full of
ammunition around you, your ride bolt
bitiug into your ribs, intrenching tool
bundle sticking Into the small of your
back, with a tin hat for a pillow and
feeling very damp und cold, with
I “cooties” boring for oil in your arm
! pits, the air foul from the stench of
} grimy human bodies and smoke from a
| juicy pipe being whiffed into your nos
trils, then you will not wonder why
j Tommy occasionally takes a turn in
I the trench for a rest.
While in a front-line trench orders
1 forbid Tommy from removing his
boots, puttees, clothing or equipment.
The “cooties” take advantage of this
order and mobilize their forces, and
Tommy swears vengeance on them and
| mutters to himself, “Just wait until I
hit rest billets and aui able to get my
own back.”
Just before daylight the men “turn
to” and tumble out of the dugouts, man
the tire step until it gets light, or the
! welcome order “stand down” is given.
I Sometimes before “stand down” Is or
• dered, the command “five rounds rap
id" is passed along the trench. This
means that each man must rest his
rifle on the top and fire as rapidly as
possible five shots aimed toward the
German trenches, and then duck (with
the emphasis on the “duck”). There ia
a great rivalry between the opposing
forces to get their rapid tire all off
first, because the early bird, in this in
stance, catches the worm—sort of gets
the Jump on the other fellow, catching
him unawares.
(To be Continued)
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