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“Over the Top”
By An American Soldier
Who Went
ARTHUR CUY EMPEY
Machine Gunner SerOlng In France
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(Copyright, 1911, by Arthur Guy Bmpey)
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—Fired by the news of the
sinking of the Lusitania by a German
submarine, Arthur Guy Empey, an Ameri
can, leaves hts office In Jersey City and
goes to Englamd where he enlists In the
British army.
CHAPTER II-After a period of train
lng, 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 hts first
church services at the front while a Ger
man Fokker circles over the congregation.
CHAPTER IV—Empey's command goes
lute the front-line trenches and Is under
fire for the first time.
CHAPTER V—Empey learns to adopt
tfoe motto of the Brtish Tommy, "It you
aye, going ty get It, you'll get It, so never
worry.”
CHAPTER VI—Bark In rest Wllets, Em
pey gets his first experience as a mrs
ordeny.
CHAPTER VII—Empey learns how the
British soldiers are fed.
CHAPTER VIII—Back in the frontline
trench. Enrpey sees his first friend Of the
trenches “go West."
CHAPTER IX—Empey makes his first
visit to a dugout In "Suicide Dltoh.”
CHAPTER X—Empey leausis What con
stitutes a "‘day's work” In the front-line
'trench.
CHAPTER XI—Empey gees "over the
top" for tte flrBt time In a charge on the
German trenches and ta wounaefl >by a
bayonet'thrust. ,
CHAPTER XIII—Each Tommy gets
an official bath.
CHAPTER XIV—Emgpey helps dig
an advanced trench under iGerman
fire.
CHAPTER XV—On "listening; post’
in No Alim's Land.
CHAPITER XVI—-Two artillrrymer
“put one over” on 013 Pepp»T. theii
regimental commander.
CHAPITER XVII—Empey hns nar
row escape while on patrol dll tv in Nc
Man's I.and. * .
CHAPTER XVin—Sack In'.rest bil
lets Empty writes antC stages a farce
comedy.
CHAPITER XIX—Soldiers hav<
many wnys to amuse themselves
while “ob their own."
CHAPTSER XX—fflmpey 'volunteer;
for machine gun service atid goes
back into The front-line trenches.
CAPTKiK XXI—Bmpey again goe:
“over the.top” in a dharge-which cosi
his company sevenfmen killed ant
thirty-one ^wounded.
CHAPTER XXII—Trick with a ma
chine gun silences one >bnbhersom«
'Fritz.
CHAPTER XXIII—©erman attack
preceded by gas wave, is repUised.
’CHAPTER XXIV—Rmpqy iis forced
to take part an an execution as u mem
ber of the firing squad
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r*«ey umraeu ten kiiios, full pack„
to. a little dilapidated village, a»d the
sound of the ,guns grew louder, con
stantly louder.
Tire village v as full of soldier® who
turned out to inspect the new draft,
the oa m who were shortly to he their
mates in the trenches, forr They were
going “up the Ikie” on the morrow, to
"tajce over’’ ttedr certain sector of
tren chet^.
The draft was paraded tin front of
.battalion headquarters and the taaen
were assigned to.eompanies.
Lloyd was the only man assigned to
company. Perhaps the officer in
.Charge of the draft hnd something (to
.do with It, for he called Lloyd aside
.and said:
‘ Lloyd, you are going to a new cous
Pttt y. No cne know# you. Your toed
will be as you make Ut, so for God’#
sake, brace up and Ire# man. I think
you Aave the stuff In you, my boy, se
good-toy and tkie best of Uuck to you.”
The next day the battalion took over
their yart of the trenches. It happened
to be a very q«iet day. The artillery
behind the lines was still, except for
an occasional shell sent ov«r to let the
Germane know Che gunner# were not
asleep. .
| In the darkness, in single file, the
company slowly wended theSr way
down the *ommunleatlon trench to the
froot line, No one noticed Lloyd’s
| white and drawn face.
After they had relieved the company
! in the trenches, Lloyd, with two of the
j old company men, was put on guard In
one of the traverses. Not a shot was
j fired from the German lines, and no
| one paid any attention to him
crouched on the firing step.
! On the first time In, a new recruit }s
not required to stand with his head
“over the top." He only “sits It out,”
while the older men keep watch.
At about ten o'clock, all of a sudden,
he thought hell had broken loose, and
crouched and shivered up against the
parapet. Shells started bursting, as he
imagined, right In their trench, when in
fact they were landing about a hun
dred yards In rear of them, In the sec
ond lines.
One of the older men on guard, turn
ing to his mate, said:
“There goes Fritz with those d-d
trench mortars again. It’s about time
our artillery ‘taped’ them, and sent
over a few. Well, I’ll be d-d,
where’s that blighter of a draft man
gone to? There’s his rifle leaning
against the parapet. He must have
legged It. Just keep your eye peeled,
Dick, while I report It to the sergeant.
I wonder If the fnn\
shot tor such tricks as leavin’ his
post?”
Lloyd had gone. When the trench
mortars opened up, a maddening ter- j
ror seized him and he wanted to run,
to get away from that horrible din,
anywhere to safety. So quietly sneak- j
ing around the traverse, he came to the i
entrance of a communication trench. I
and ran madly and blindly down It, j
running into traverses, stumbling into J
muddy holes, and falling full length
over trench grids.
Groping blindly, with his arms
stretched out in front of him, he at !
last came out of the trench into the
village, or what used to he a village,
before the German artillery razed it.
Mired with his fear, he had a pe
culiar sort of cunning, which whis
! pered to him to avoid all sentries, be
j cause If they saw him he would be
sent back to that awful destruction in
the front line, and perhaps he killed
•or maimed. The thought made him
shudder, the cold sweat coming out in
beads on his face.
On his left, In the darkness, he could
make out the shadowy forms of trees;
crawling on his hands and knees, stop
ping and crouching with fear at each
shell-hurst, he finally reached an old
orchard and cowered at the base of a
shot-scarred apple tree.
He remained there all night, listen
ing to the sound of the guns and ever
praying, praying that his useless life
would be spared.
As dawn began to break, he could
discern little dark objects protruding
from the ground all about him. Curi
osity mastered his fear and he crawled
to one of the objects, and there, In the
uncertain light, he read on a little
wooden cross:
“Pte. H. S. Wheaton, No. 1670, 1st
London Regt. R. F. Killed in action.
April 25, 1916. U. I. p.” (Best in
Pence).
When it dawned on him that he had
been boding all night in a cemetery
his reason seemed to leave him, and a
mad desire to be Hjihjp from it aU made
him rush madly away, falling over lit
tle wooden crosses, smashing some and
trampling others under his feet.
In bis flight be came to an old
French dngout, half caved in and par
tially filled with slimy and filthy wa
I ter.
Like a fox being chased hi the
j houpYls. he ducked into this Twite, and
threw himself on a pile of old empty
sandbags, wet and mildewed. Then—
j unconsciousness.
On itlie next day, he came tv; far
distant voices sounded in his ears.
| Opening his eyes. In the entrance of
the dugout he saw a corporal and two
j men with fixed bayonets.
The (corporal was addressing him:
*'Get up, you white-livered blighter !
Curse you and the day you ever joined
E> company, spoiling their fine ree
j ord ! (It’ll be you’-up against the wall,
i and a (good job toe. Get hold of him,
| men, and if he makes a break, give hint
the boyoeiet. and send it home, the eow
I tirdly caeak. Conee on, you, move,
; we’ve (been looking for you long
! •enough:"
i-.io.vu, iremmmg ana wpauenet oy
fcts longffast, tottered out. assisted by
| a eoldier.on each Sid*’ of him.
They 'took him ie-fore the captain,
j brot .could .get nothing out of him but;
■“For Ged’s sake, Sir, don't have .me
shot, dotflt have nie shot!”
The captain, utterly disgusted with
hi in, sent i Is I m under escort to division
headquarters for trial by court-mar
tial, charged with desertion under fire.
Tlae.v sheet deserters in France.
During hi« trial, Lkiyd sat as one
dazed, and i«ould put nothing forward
in his defeuse, only ;an occasional
"Don't have me shot 1”
His sentence was passed: “To be
shot at 3:38 O'clock in the morning of
May 1,8, 1916.’" This meant that he
had only one iBiore day t* live.
He <Bd not realize the awfulness of
his sentence : his brain seemed para
lyzed. He knew nothing «of his trip,
under guard, in .a motor tarry to the
sandbagged guardroom in toe village,
where he was dumped on the floor and
left, while a senfjy with a fisted bayo
net paced up and down in fros,t of the
entrance.
Bully beef, water and biscufcs were
left beside him for his supper.
The sentry, seeing that he ate noth
j Sng, came inside and -shook him hy the
shoulder, saying in a Lind voice:
“Clveero, lasxldie, better eat mme
thing. You’ll feel better. Don’t give
! up hope. You’ll be pardoned before
i morning. I know the way they run
these things. They’re only trying to
scare you, that’s all. Come now, that’s
a good lad, eat something. It’ll make
the world look different to you.”
The good-hearted sentry knew he
i was lying about the pardon. He knew
I nothing short of a miracle could save
the poor lad.
Lloyd listened eagerly to his sentry’s
words, and believed them. A look of
hope came luto his eyes, and he raven
ously ate the menl beside him.
In about an hour’s time, the chap
lain came to see him, but Lloyd would
have none of him. He wanted no par
son; he was to be pardoned.
The artillery behind the lines sud
denly opened up with everything they
nad. An intense bombardment of the
enemy’s lines had commenced. The
roar of the guns was deafening.
Lloyd’s fears came back with a rush,
and he cowered on the earthen floor
with ills hands over his face.
The sentry, seeing his position, came
in and tried to cheer him by talking to
him:
“Never mind them guns, boy, they
won’t hurt you. They are ours. We
are giving the Boches a dose of their
Quality talks. Smoke an El Rol Tan
Cigar and be convinced; they are
mild. tf
He Betrayed His Country.
owa medicine. Our hoys a;e going over
the top at dawn of the morning to take
their trenches. We’ll give ’em a taste
of cold steel with their sausages and
beer. You just sit tight now until they
rrfl-ieve you. I’ll have to go now, lad,
as It’s nearly time for my relief, and I
don’t want them to see me a-tnlkin’
wtth you. So long, laddie, cheero.”
With this, the sentry resumed the
pacing of his post. In about ten min
utes’ time he was relieved, and a D
•company man took his place.
Looking into the guardhouse, the
sentry noticed the cowering attitude of
(Lloyd, and, with a sneer, said to him:
“Instead of whimpering in that cor
ner, you ought to be saying your pray
ers. It’s bally conscripts like you
what’s spoilin’ our record. We’ve been
out here nigh onto eighteen months,
I and you’re the first man to desert his
post. The whole battalion is laughin’
and pokin’ fun at D company, had
luck to you! but you won’t get another
chance to disgrace ns. They’ll put
your lights out In the mornin’.”
After listening to this tirade, Lloyd,
j in a faltering voice, asked: "They are
j not going to shoot me, are they? Why,
the other sentry said they’d pardon
j me. For God’s sake—don’t teli me I’m
j to be shot!” and his voice died away in
a sob.
: “Of course, they’re going to shoot
I you. The other sentry was jest a-kid
din' you. Jest like old Smith. Always
a-tryin’ to cheer some one. You ain’t
j got no more chance o’ bein’ pardoned
j than I have of gettin’ to be colonel of
! my ‘fcatt.’ ”
When the fact that all hope was
gone finally entered Lloyd's brain, a
calm seemed to settle over him, and
rising to his knees, with his arms
stretched out to heaven, he prayed, and
all of his soul entered into the prayer.
“O, good and merciful God, give me
strength to die like a man! Deliver
me from this coward’s death. Give me
a chance to die like my mates in the
fighting Jine, to die fighting for my
country. I ask this of thee.”
A peace, hitherto unknown, came to
him. and he crouched and cowered no
more, but calmly waited the dawn,
ready to go to his death. The shells
were bursting ail around the guard
room, but he hardly noticed them.
While waiting there, the voice of the
sentry, singing in a low’ tone, came to
him. He was singing the chorus of the
popular trench ditty:
I want to go homo. I want to go home.
I don’t want to so to the trenches no
more.
Where the ’’whizzbangs” and ‘‘sausages’’
roar galore.
Take me over the sea, where the Allemand
can't get at me.
Oh, my, I don’t want to die! I want to go
home.
Lloyd listened to the words with a
strange interest, and wondered what
kind of a home he would go to across
the Great Divide. It would be the only
home he had ever known.
Suddenly there came a great rushing
through the air, a blinding, a deafen
ing report, and the sandbag walls of
the guardroom toppled over, and then
—blackness.
When Lloyd recovered conscious
ness. he was lying on his right side,
facing what used to be the entrance of
the guardroom. Now, it was only a
jumble of rent and torn sandbags. His
head seemed bursting. He slowly rose
on his elbow, and there in the east the
dawn was breaking. But what was
that mangled shape lying over there
among the sandbags? Slowly dragging
himself to it, he saw the body of the
sentry. One look was enough to know
that he was dead. The soldier’s head
was missing. The sentry had had his
wish gratified. He had “gone home.”
He was safe at last from the “whizz
banns" and tho
• (To be Continued)
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