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“Over the Top”
By An American Soldier
Who Went
ARTHUR GUY EMPEY
Machine Gunner Serving In France
w- -
(Copyright, 1911, by Arthur Guy Hmpey)
Wp had a sergeant In our battnilob
named Warren. He was on duty with
his platoon In the fire trench one after
noon when orders came up from the
rear that he had been grar‘ed seven
days’ leave for Blighty, and would be
relieved at live o’clock to proceed to
England.
He was tickled to death nt these
welcome tidings and regaled his more
or less envious mates beside him on
♦he fire step with the good times In
store for him. He figured it out that
in two days’ time he would arrive at
Waterloo station, London, and then—
seven days’ bliss!
At about five minutes to five lie
started to fidget with his rifle, and
then suddenly springing up on the fire
step with a muttered, “I’ll send over
a couple of souvenirs to Fritz so that
he’ll miss me when I leave,” he stuck
his rifle over the top and fired two shots
when "crack” went a bullet and he
I
Lewis Cun in Action.
tumbled off the step, felt Into the bind
at the bottom of the trench, and lay
still in a huddled heap with a bullet
hole in his forehead.
At about the time he expected to ar
rive at Waterloo station he was laid
to rest in a little cemetery behind the
lines. He had gone to Blighty.
In the trenches one can never tell—
it is not safe to plan very far ahead.
After “stand down” the men sit on
the fire step or repair to their respec
tive dugouts and wait for the “rum is
sue” to materialize. Immediately fol
lowing the rum comes breakfast,
brought up from the rear. Sleeping is
then in order unless some special work
turns up.
Around 12:30 dinner shows up.
When this is eaten the men try to
amuse themselves until “tea” appears
at about four o’clock, then "stand to”
and they carry on as before.
While in rest billets Tommy gets up
about six in the morning, washes up,
answers roll call, is inspected by his
platoon officer, and has breakfast. At
8:45 he parades (drills) with his com
pany or goes on fatigue according to
the orders which have been read out
by the orderly sergeant the night pre
vious.
Between 11:30 and noon he is dis
missed. has his dinner and is “on his
own” for the remainder of the day,
unless he has clicked for a digging or
working party, and so it goes on from
day to day, always “looping the loop”
and looking forward to peace and
Blighty.
Sometimes, while engaged in a
“cootie” hunt, you think. Strange to
say, but it is a fact, while Tommy is
searching his shirt serious thoughts
come to him. Many a time, when per
forming this operation, I have tried
to figure out the outcome of the war
and what will happen to me.
My thoughts generally ran in this
channel:
Will I emerge safely from the next
attack? If I do will I skin through the
following one, and so on? While your
mind Is wandering into the future it
is likely to be rudely brought to earth
by a Tommy Interrupting with, “What’s
good for rheumatism?”
Then you have something else to
think of. Will you come out of this
war crippled and tied into knots with
rheumatism, caused by the wet and
mud of trenches and dugouts? You
give it up as a bad Job and generally
saunter over to the nearest estaminet
to drown your moody forebodings In a
glass of sickening French beer or to
try your luck at the always present
game of “house.” You can hear the
sing-song voice of a Tommy droning
out the numbers as he extracts the
little squares of cardboard from the
bag between his feet.
CHAPTER XI.
Over the Top.
On my second trip to the trenches
our officer was making his rounds of
inspection, and we received the cheer
ful news that at four In the morning
we were to go over the top and take
tne Gcriu"11 iront-ime trench, aiy nenrr
turned !0Then the officer car
ried on hlR Instructions. To the
best of ®y memory 1 recall them as
follows: At eleven a wiring party will
K° out *" and cnt lanes through
nur bar* *Ire for the passnge of
troops in tne morning. At two o’clock
our artillery win open up w,th an ,n_
tense honiDardment. which will last un
til four. Upon the lifting of the bar- ,
rage the tst of the three waves will I
go over. Then he left. Some of the I
Tommies, rst getting permission from
the sergeant, went lntQ the machlne
gunners dngout and wrote letters
home, saying that In the morning they
were going over the top, and also that
if the letters reached thetr destination
It would mean thnt the writer had been
killed.
These letters were turned over to
the captfl n with instructions to mall
same in the event of the writer’s being
killed. Some of the men made out
their wills in their pay books, under
the caption, “Will and Lnst Testa
ment.”
Then the nerve-racking wait com
menced. Every now and then I would
glance at the dial of my wrist watch
and was surprised to see how fast the
minutes passed bv. About five minutes
to two Lgnt nervous waiting for our
guns to open up. I could not tnke my
eyes from my watch. I crouched
against the parapet and strained my
muscles in a deathlike grip upon my
rifle. As the hands on my watch
showed two o’clock a blinding red flare
lighted up the sky in our rear, then
thunder, Intermixed with a sharp, whis
tling sound In the air over our heads.
The shells from our guns were speed
ing on their way toward the German
lines. With one accord the men
sprang up on the Are step and looked
over the top In the direction of the
German trenches. A line of bursting
shells lighted up No Man’s Land. The
din was terrific and the ground trem
bled. Then, high above our heads we
could hear a sighing moan. Our big
boys behind the line had opened up
and fl.^s and 15-inch shells commenced
dropping Into the German lines. The
flash of the guns behind the lines, the
scream of the shells through the air,
and the flare of them, bursting, was a
spectacle that put Pain’s greatest dis
play into the shade. The constant
pup, pup, of German machine guns and
an occasional rattle of rifle firing gave
me the impression of a huge audience
applauding the work of the batteries.
Our 18-pounders were destroying the
German barbed wire, while the heavier
stuff was demolishing their trenches
and bashing in dugouts or funk holes.
Then Fritz got busy.
Their shells went screaming over
head, aimed in the direction of the
flares from our batteries. Trench mor
tars starred dropping “Minnies” in
our rA-Wgine. We clicked several cas
ualties. Then they suddenly ceased.
Our ar lUry had taped or silenced
them.
During the bombardment you could
almost i cad a newspaper in our trench.
Someth esin the flare of a shell-burst
a man’ body would be silhouetted
against the parados of the trench and
it appeiwed like a huge monster. You
could hiffdly hear yourself think. When
an order was to be passed down the
trench stou had to yell it, using your
hands nfc a funnel into the ear of the
man sitting next to you on the fire step.
In about twenty minutes a generous
rum issue was doled out. After drink
ing the rum, which tasted like varnish
and set|t a shudder through your
frame, you wondered why they made
you wait until the lifting of the bar
rage before going over. At ten min
utes to four word was passed down
“Ten minutes to go!" Ten minutes
to live! We were shivering all over
My legs felt as If they were asleep
Then word wrs passed down: “Firsl
wave get on and near the scaling lad
ders.”
These were small wooden ladders
which we had placed against the para
pet to enable ns to go over the top or
the lifting of the barrage. “Ladders ol
death” we called them, and veritably
they were.
Before a charge Tammy Is the po
litest of men. There Is never any push
Jng or crowding to be first up thest
ladders. We crouched around the bast
of the ladders waiting for the wort
to go over. I was sick and faint, ant
was pulling away at an unlighted fag
Then came the word, “Three minute!
to go; upon the lifting of the barrugt
and on the blast of the whistles, ‘Ovei
the top with the best o’ luck and givt
them hell,’” The famous phrase ol
the western front. The Jonah phrast
of the western front. To Tommy li
means If you are lucky enough to corn*
back you will be minus an arm or f
leg. Tommy hates to be wished tht
best of luck; so, when peace is de
dared. If it ever Is, and you meet t
Tommy on the street, Just wish him th«
best of luck and duck the brick thai
follows.
I glanced again at my wrist watch
We all wore them and you could hardly
call us “sissies” for doing so. It was «
minute to four. I could see the hanc
move to the twelve, then a dead si
lence. It hurt. Everyone looked ui
to see w hat had happened, but not foi
long. Sharp whistle blasts rang oui
along the trench, and with a cheer th<
men scrambled up the ladders. Th<
bullets were cracking overhead, ant
occasionally a machine gun would rlj
and tear the top of the sandbag para
pet. How I got up that ladder j wit
never know. The first ten feet out Ir
front was agony. Then we pusse<
through lanes in our barbed wire. 1
knew I was running, but could feel n<
motion below the waist. Patches ot
the ground Seemed to float to the reui
as If I were on a treadmill and seen
ery was rushing past me. The Ger
mans had put a barrage of shrapne
across No Man’s Land, and you couk
hear the pleceft slap "the grounn aboift (
you.
After I had passed our barbed wire j
and gotten Into No Man’s Land a i
Tommy about fifteen feet to my right
front turned around and looking In my
direction, put his hand to his mouth
and yelled something which I could not
make out on account of the noise from
the bursting shells. Then he coughed,
stumbled, pitched forward and lay still.
His body seemed to float to the rear
of me. I could hear sharp cracks in
the air about me. These were caused
by passing rifle bullets. Frequently,
to my right and left, little spurts of j
dirt would rise Into the nlr and a rico
chet bullet would whine on Its way.
If a Tommy should see one of these |
little spurts in front of him, he would ;
tell the nurse about it later. The
crossing of No Man's Land remains a
blank to me.
Men on my right and left would
stumble and fall. Some would try to j
get up, while others remained huddled j
and motionless. Then smashed-up
barbed wire came into view nnd '
seemed carried on a tide to the rear.
Suddenly, In front of me loomed a
bnshed-in trench about four feet wide.
Queer-looking forms like mud turtles
were s^. ambling up its wall. One of
these forms seemed to slip and then
rolled to the bottom of the trench. I
leaped across this intervening space.
The man to my left seemed to pause in
midair, then pitched head down into
the Germnn trench. I laughed out loud
In my delirium. Upon uiighting on the
other side of the trench I came to with i
a sudden jolt. Right in front of me 1
loomed a giunt form with a rifle which
looked about ten feet long, on the end
of which seemed seven bayonets. These
flashed In the air In front of me. Then
through my mind flashed the admoni
tion of our bayonet Instructor back in
Blighty. He had said, “whenever you
get in a charge and run your bayonet
up to the hilt intn«a Germnn the Fritz
will full. Perhaps your rifle will be
wrenched from your grasp. Do not
waste time, if the bayonet is fouled
in his equipment, by putting your foot
on his stomach and tugging at the rifle
to extricate the bayonet. Simply
press the trigger and the bullet will
free It.” In my present situation this
was the logic, but for the life of me
I could not remember how he had told
me to get my bayonet into the Ger
man. To me this was the paramount
issue. I closed my eyes and lunged
forward. My rifle was torn from my
hands. I must have gotten the Ger
man because he had disappeared.
About twenty feet to my left front
was a huge Prussian nearly six feet
four inches in height, a fine specimen
of physical manhood. The bayonet
from his rifle was missing, but he
clutched the barrel in both hands and
was swinging the butt around his head.
I could almost hear the swish of the
butt passing through the air. Three
little Tommies were engaged with him.
They looked like pigmies alongside of
the Prussian. The Tommy on the left
was gradually circling to the rear of
his opponent. It was a funny sight to
see them duck the swinging butt and
| try to jab him at the same time. The
Tommy nearest me received the butt
of the German’s rifle in a smashing
blow below the right temple. It
smashed his head like an eggshell. He
pitched forward on his side and a con
vulsive shudder ran through his body.
Meanwhile the other Tommy hud
gained the rear of the Prussian. Sud
j denly about four inches of bayonet
protruded from the throat of the Prus
sian soldier, who staggered forward
and fell. I will never forget the look
of blank astonishment that came over
i ids face.
Then something hit me in the left
shoulder and my left side went numb.
| It felt as if a hot poker was being
J driven through me. I felt no pain—
; just a sort of nervous shock. A bay
] onet had pierced me from the rear. I
| fell backward on the ground, but was
not unconscious, because I could see
I dim objects moving around me. Then
a flash of light In front of my eyes and
unconsciousness. Something had hit
me on the head. I have never found
I out what it was.
I dreamed I was being tossed about
| in an open boat on a heaving sea and
I opened my eyes. The moon was shin
I ing. I was on a stretcher being car
ried down one of our communication
trenches. At the advanced first-aid
post my wounds were dressed, and
then I was put into an ambulancp and
sent to one of the base hospitals. The
wounds in my shoulder and head were
not serious and in six weeks I had re
joined my company for service in the
front line.
(To be Continued)
—
Aunty
Keatings
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