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(Continued from last week.)
~"BuHyT>eef, water and biscuits were
(eft beside him for his supper.
The sentry, seeing that he ate noth-
ing, came Inside and shook him by the
shoulder, saying In a kind voice:
"Cheero, laddie, better eat some-
thing. ' You'll feel Iiciter. Don't give
op hope. You'll be pardoned before
morning. I know the way they run
these things. They're only trying to
scare you, thpt's all. Come now, that's
a good lad, eat something. It'll make
the world look different to yon."
The good-hearted sentry knew he
was lying about the pardon. He knew
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 into his eyes, and he raven-
ously ate the meal 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-
Bon ; he was to be pardoned.
The artillery behind the lines sud-
denly opened up with everything they
had. 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 his hands over his face. '
The sentry, seeing his position, came
In and tried to cheer him by talking td
blm:
"Never mind them guns, boy, they
won't hurt yon. They are ours. We,
are giving the Boches a dose of their
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He Betrayed His Country.
own medicine. Our boys are 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
relieve you. I'll have to go now, lad,
as it's nearly time for my relief, and I
don't want them tq see me a-talkin'
with 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 spoilln' our record. We've been
* out here nigh onto eighteen months,
and you're the first man to desert his
post. The whole battalion is laughin'
and pokln' fnn at D company, bad
luck to yon 1 but you won't get another
chance to disgrace us. They'll put
your lights out in the mornin'."
After listening to this tirade, LI 3yd,
In a faltering voice, asked: "They are
not going to shoot me, are they? Why,
the other sentry said they'd pardon
me. For God's sake—don't tell me I'm
to be shot I" and his voice died away in
a sob. |
"Of course, they're going to shoot
you. The other sentry was jest a-kld-
dln' ynu. Jest like old Smith. Always
a-tryln' to cheer some one. You ain't
got no more chance o' beln' pardoned
than I have of gettln' to be colonel of
my 'batt.'"
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
talljif his soul entered Jnto the prayer.
"0, "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 line, 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 all 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 tfie
popular trench ditty:
I want to go home, I want to go home.
I "don't want to go to the trenches no
more.
Where the "whizzbangs" and "sausageB"
roar galore.
Take me ov^r 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 fie would go to across
the Great Divide. It would be the only
home he had ever known.
Suddenly there came a great rushing
thrpugh ,the air, a. blinding, a deafen-
ing report, arid the sandbag walls of
the guardroom tbppied 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
tea«J seemed bursting. He slowly rose
pn his elbow, and there in the east the
davyn 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-
bangs" and the Allemand.
Like a flash It came to Lloyd that he
was free. Free to go "over the top"
with his company. Free to'dle like a
true Briton fighting for his king and
country. A great gladness and warmth
came over him. Carefully stepping
over the body of the sentry, he started
on a mad race down the ruined street
of the village, amid the bursting shells,
minding them not, dodging through or
around hurrying platoons on their way
to also go "over the top." Coming to
a communication trench he could not
get through. It was blocked with laugh-
ing, cheering and cursing soldiers
Climbing out of the trench, he rac
wildly along the top, never heeding the
rain of machine-gun bullets and sheila
not even hearing the shouts of the of
fleers, telling him to get back Into the
trench. He was going to Join his com-
pany who were in the front line. Ht
was going to fight with them. He, the
despised coward, had come into hit
own.
While he was racing along, Jumping
over trenches crowded with soldiers, e
ringing cheer broke out all along the
front Mne, and his heart sank. H<
knew he was too late. His companj
had gone over. But still he ran madly
He would catch them. He would die
with them.
Meanwhile his company had gone
"over." They, with the other com
panles had taken the first and seconc
German trenches, and had pushec
steadily on to the third line. D com
pany, led by their captain, the one whe
had sent Lloyd to division headquar
ters for trial, charged with desertion
had pushed steadily forward until thej
found themselves far In advance ol
the rest of the attacking force. "Bomb-
ing out" trench after trench, and using
their bayonets, they came to a Germar
communication trench, which ended it
a blindsap, and then the captain, anc
what was left of his men, knew thej
were in a trap. They would not re-
tire. D company never retired, anti
they were D company. Right in from
of them they could see hundreds ol
Germans preparing to rush them witli
bomb and bayonet. They would have
some chance If ammunition and bombs
could reach them from the rear. Theli
supply was exhausted, and the met
realized It would be a case of dying
as bravely as possible, or making a run
for it. But D company would nol
run. It was against their tradition*
and principles.
The Germans would have to advance
across nn open space of three to foui
hundred yards before they could get
within bombing distance of tl^e trench,
and then It would he all their own way.
Turning to his company, the captain
said: \
"Men, It's a case of going West for
us. We are out of ammunition and
bombs, and the Boches have us in a
trap. They will bomb us out Onr
bayonets are useless here. We will
have to go over and meet them, and
It's a case of thirty to one, so send
every thrust home, and die like the
men of D company shonld. When I
!glve the word, follow me, and up and
dapn.
s, They
at them. Give them b 1 Lord, if
we only had a machine gun, wc conld
wipe them out! Here they come, get
ready, men." k
Just as he finished speaking, the wel-
come "pup-pup" of a machine gun In
their rear rang out, and the front line
of the onrushing Germans seemed to
melt away. They wavered, but once
again came rushing onward. Down
went their second line. The machine
gun was tuking an awful-toll of lives.
Then again they tried to advance, but
the machine gun mowed them
Dropping their rifles and bombs
broke and tied in a wild rush back to
their trench, amid the cheers of "D"
company. They were forming again
for another attempt, when In the rear
of D company came a mighty cheer.
The ammunition had arrived and with
it a battalion of Scotch to re-enforce
them. They were saved. The unknown
machine gunner had come to the rescue
In the nick of time.
With the re-enforcements it was an
easy task to take the third German
line.
After the attack was over, the cap-
tain and three of his noncommissioned
officers, wended their way back to the
position where the machine gun had
done its deadly work. He wanted to
thank the gunner in the name of D
company for his magnificent deed.
They arrived at the gun, and an awful
sight met their eyes.
Lloyd had reached the front line
trench, after bis company had left it A
strange company was nimbly crawling
tap the trench ladders. They were re-
enforcements going over. They were
Scottle^ and they made a magnificent
Bight In their brightly colored kilts and
bare knees.
; Jumping over the trench, Lloyd raced
fecross "No Man's Land," unheeding the
tain of bullets, leaping over dark forms
bn the ground, sonie of which lay still,
jtfbile others called out to him as he
Reeded past.
! He came to the German front line,
but it was deserted, except for heaps
bf.dead and wounded—a/grim tribute
to the work of his company, good old
D company. Leaping, trenches, and
gasping for breath, Lloyd could see
right ahead of him his company in a
dead-ended sap of a communication
trench, and across the open, away in
front of them, a mass of Germans pre-
paring for a charge. Why didn't D
company fire on them? Why were they
po strajngely silent? What were they
waiting for? Then he knew—their am-
munition was exhausted.
• • But what was that on his right? A
machine gun. Why didn't it open fire
and save them? He would make that
gun's crew do their duty. • Rushing
over to the gun he saw why it had not
opened fire. Scattered around Its base
'«lay six still forms. They had brought
itheir gun to consolidate the captured
position, but a German machine gun
had decreed they would never fire
again.
Lloyd rushed to the grin and, grasp-
ing the traversing handles, trained It
bn the Germans. He pressed the thumb
piece, but only a sharp click was the
result. The gun was unloaded. Then
he realized his helplessness. He did
not know how to load the gun. #0h,
why hadn't he attended the machine-
gun course In England? He'd been
offered the chance, but with a blush of
shame he remembered that he had been
afraid. The nickname of the machine
gunners had frightened him. TJiey
were called the "Suicide club." Now,
because of 'this fear, his company
would be destroyed, the men of D com-
pany would have to die, because he,
Albert Lloyd, had been afraid of a
name. In his shame he cried like a
baby. Anyway he could die with them
and, rising to his feet, he stumbled
over the body of one of the gunners,
who emitted a faint moan. A gleam
of hope flashed through him. Perhaps
this man could tejl him how to load
the gun. Stooping over the body he
gently shook It (Ad the soldier opened
his eyes. Seeing Lloyd, he closed
them again and, In a faint voice, said:
"Get away, you blighter, leave me
alone. I don't want any coward around
me."
The words cut Lloyd like a knife,
but he was desperate. Taking the re-
volver out of the holster of the dying
man he pressed the cold muzzle to the
soldier's head and replied:
"Yes, it is Lloyd, the coward of
Company D, but so help me God, if
you don't tell me how to load that gun
I'll put a bullet through your brain!"
A sunny smile came over the coun-
tenance of the dying man and he said
in a faint whisper:
"Good old boy! I knew you wouldn't
disgrace our company "
Lloyd Interposed: "For God's sake,
If you want to save that company you
are so proud of, tell me how to load
that d d gun!"
As if reciting a lesson Sn school, the
soldier replied in a weak, singsong
voice: "Insert*tag end of beijt In feed
block, with' left hand pull belt left
front. Pull crank handle back on roll-
er, let go, and repeat motion. Gun is
now loaded. To fire, raise automatic
safety latch, and press thumbpiece.
Gun is now firing. If gun stops, ascer-
tain position of crank handle—"
But Lloyd waited for no more. With
wild joy at his heart, he took a belt
from one of the ammunition boxes ly-
ing beside the gun, and followed the
dying man's instructions. Then he
pressed the thumbpiece and a burst of
flre rewarded his efforts. The gun
was working. '
Training It on the Germans he shout-
ed for Joy as their front -rank went
down.
Traversing the gun back and forth
along the mass of Germans, he saw
them break and run back to the cover
of tbelr trench, leaving their dead and
wounded behind. He bad saved his
company, he, Lloyd, the coward, bad
"done his bit" Releasing the thumb*
piece, he looked at the watch on his
wrist. He was still alive at "8:88."
"Ping!"—a bullet sang through the
air, and Lloyd fell forward across the
gun. A thin trickle of blood ran down
his face froiri a little, black pound hole
in his forehead.
"The sentence of the court had been
"duly carried out."
The eaptaln slowly raised the limp
form drooping over the gun and, wip-
ing the blood from the white face, rec-
ognized It as Lloyd, the coward of D
company. Reverently covering the face
With his handkerchief he turned to his
"noncoms" and, in a voice husky with
emotions, addressed them:
"Boys, it's Lloyd, the deserter. He
has redeemed himself, died the death
of a hero—died that his mates might
live."
That afternoon a solemn procession
wended its way toward the cemetery.
In the front a stretcher was carried by
two* sergeants. Across the stretcher
the Union Jack was carefully spread.
Behind the stretcher came a captain
and forty-three men, all that were left
of D company.
~ Arriving at the cemetery, they halt-
ed In front of an open grave. All about
them wooden crosses were broken and
trampled into the ground.
A grizzled old sergeant, noting this
destruction, muttered under his
breath: "Curse the cowardly blighter
who wrecked those crosses 1 If I could
only get these two hands around his
neck his trip West would be short."
The corpse on the stretcher seemed
to move, or it might have been the
wind blowing the folds of the Union
Jack.
CHAPTER XXV.
Preparing for the Big Push.
Rejoining Atwell after the execution
I had a hard time trying to keep tny
secret from him. I think I must have
lost at least ten pounds worrying over
the affnir.
Beginning at seven in the evening It
was our duty to patrol all communica-
tion and front-line trenches, making
note of unusual occurrences, and ar-
resting anyone who should, to us, ap-
pear to be acting in a suspicious man-
ner. We slept during the day.
Behind the lines there was great ac-
tivity, supplies and ammunition pour-
ing in, and long columns of troops con-
stantly passing. >Ve were preparing
for the big offensive, the forerunner
of the battle of the Somme or "Big
Push."
The never-ending stream of men,
supplies, ammunition and guns pour-
ing into the front lines made a mighty
spectacle, one that cannot be de-
scribed. It has to be witnessed with
your own eyes to appreciate Its vast-
ness.
At our part of the line the Influx of
supplies never ended. It looked like
a huge snake slowly crawling forward,
never a hitch or break, a wonderful
tribute to the System and efficiency of
Great Britain's "contemptible little
army" of five millions of men.
Huge fifteen-inch guns snaked along,
foot by foot, by powerful steam tract-
tors. Then a long line of "four point
five" batteries, each gun drawn by six
horses, then a couple of "nine point
two" howitzers pulled by Immense
caterpillar engines.
When one of these caterpillars would
pass me with its mighty monster In
tow, a fluMi of pride would mount to
my face, because I could plainly read
on the name plate, "Made in U. S. A.,"
and I would remember that If I wore a
name plate it would als^ read, "From
the U. S. A." Then I would stop to
think how thin "and straggly that
mighty stream would be If all the
"Made In U.r S. A." parts of it were
withdrawn. -~
Then would come hundreds of lim-
bers and "G. S." wagons drawn by
sleek, well-fed mules, ridden by sleek,
well-fed men, ever smiling, although
grimy with sweat and covered with the
fine, white dust rff the marvelously
well-made French roads.
What a discouraging report the Ger-
man airmen must have taken back to
theli division commanders, und this
stream la slowly but surely getting big-
ger and bigger every day, and the pace
Is always the same. No slower, no
faster, but ever onward, ever forward.
Three weeks before the big push of
July 1—as the battle of the Somme has
been called—started, exact duplicates
of the German trenches were dug
about thirty kilos behind our lines.
The layout of the trenches was taken
from airplane photographs submitted
by the Royal flying corps. The trench-
es were correct to the foot; they
showed dugouts, saps, barbed wire de-
fenses and danger spots.
Battalions that were to go over In
the first waves were sent back for
three days to study these trenches, en-
gage In practice attacks and have night
maneuvers. Each man was Required to
Uiake a map of the trenches and fa-
miliarize himself with the names and
location of the part# his battalion was
to attack.
In fhe American army noncommis-
sioned officers are put through a course
of map making or road sketching, and
during my six years' service In the
United States cavalry I hud plenty of
practice in this work, therefore map-
ping these trenches was a compara-
tively easy task for me. Ench man
had to submit his map to the company
commander to be passed upon, and I
was lucky enough to have mine select-
ed as being sufficiently authentic to use
In the attack.
No photographs or maps are allowed
to leave France, but in this case it ap-
pealed to me as a valuable Bouvenlr of
the great war and I managed to smug-
gle it through. At this time it carries
no military importance as the British
lines, I am happy to say, have Ance
been advanced beyond this point •<>
In having It In my possession I am not
breaking any regulation or cautions i
of the British army.
The whole attack was rehearsed t
and rehearsed until we heartily cursed
the one who had conceived the Idea. .
The trenches were named according
to a system which made It very simple 1
for Tommy to find, even In the durk,
any point In the German lines.
These Imitation trenches, or trench j
models, were well guurded from obser-
vation by numerous allied planes
which constantly circled above them.
No German airplane could approach
within observation distance. A re- ;
strlcted area was maintained and no
civilian was allowed within three'
miles, so we felt sure that we had a '
great surprise In store for Fritz.
When we took over the front line
we reefflved an awful shock. The
Germans displayed signboards over |
the top of their trench bhowlng the
names that we had called their1
trenches. The signs read "Fair,"
"Fact," "Fate," and "Fancy," and so
CHAPTER XXVI.
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All QuUt (7) on the Western Front
At brlpade headquarters I happened
to overhear a conversation between our
G. 0. C. (general officer commanding)
and the divisional commander. From
this conversation I learned that we
were to bombard the German lines for
eltfht days, and on the first of July the
"big push" was to commence.
In a few days orders were Issued to
that effect, and It was common prop-
erty ull along the line.
On the afternoon of the eighth day of
our "strafelng," Atwell and I were sit-
ting In the front-line trench smoking
fugs and making out our reports of the
previous night's tour of the trenches,
which we had to turn In to headquar-
ters the following day, when an order
was passed down the trench that Old
Pepper requested twenty volunteers to
go over on a trench raid that night to
try and get a few German prisoners for
information purposes. I Immediately
volunteered for this Job, and .shook
wm
5
llt>c3rVWBv •' r* fvit
Over the Top
on, according to the code names on
our map. Then to rub it in, they
hoisted some more signs which read,
"Come on, we are ready, stupid Eng-
lish."
It is still a mystery to me how they,
obtained this knowledge. There had
been no raids or prisoners taken, so
It must have been the work of spies
in our own lines.
Three or four days before the big
push we tried to shatter Fritz's nerves
by feint attacks, and partially suc-
ceeded as the official reports of July
1 show.
Although we were constantly bom-
barding their lines «iy and night, still
we fooled the Germans several times.
This was accomplished by throwing
an Intense barrage into his lines—
then using smoke shells we would put
a curtain of white smoke across No
Man's Land, completely obstructing
his view of our trenches, and
would raise our curtuin of flre
as If in an actual attack. All
down our trenches the men would
shout and cheer, and Fritz would turn
loose with machine-gun, rifle, und
shrapnel flre, thinking we were com-
ing over.
After three or four of these dummy
attacks his serves must have been
near the breaking point.
On June 24, 1910, at 9:40 In the
morning our guns opened up, and hell
was let loose. The din was terrlflc, a
constant boom-boom-boom in your ear.
At night the sky was a red glare.
Our bombardment had lasted about
two hours when Fritz started reply-
ing. Although we were sending over
ten shells to his one, our casualties
were heavy. There was a constant
stream of stretchers coming out of the
communication trenches and burial
parties were a common sight.
In the dugouts the noise of the guns
almost hurt. You had the same sensa-
tion as when riding on the subway you
enter thqi tube under the river going
to Brooklyn—a sort of pressure on the
ear drums, and the ground constantly
trembling.
The roads behind the trenches were
very dangerous because Boche shrap-
nel was constantly bursting over them.
We avoided these dangerous spots by
crossing through open fields.
The destruction in the German lines
was awful and I really felt sorry for
them because I realized how they must
be clicking it.
From our front-line trench, every
now and again, we could hear sharp
whistle blasts In the German trenches.
These blasts were the signals for
stretcher bearers, and meant the
wounding or killing of some German In
the service of his fatherland.
Atwell am} I had a tough time of it,
patrolling the different trenches at
night, but after awhile got used to it.
My old outfit the machine gun com-
pany, was stationed In huge elephant
dugouts about four hundred yaisls be-
hind the front-line trench—they were
in reserve. Occasionally I would stop
In their dugout and have a confab with
my former mates. Although we tried
to be Jolly, still, there was a lurking
feeling of impending disaster. Euch
man was wondering, If, after the
slogan, "Over the top with the best of
luck," had been sounded, would he still
be alive or would he be lying "some-
where in France." In an old dilapidated
house, the walls of which were scarred
with machine-gun bullets, No. 8 sec-
tion, of the machine gun company had
Its quarters. Tho company's cooks pre-
pared the meals In this billet. On the
fifth evening of the bombardment a
German eight-Inch shell registered a
direct hit on the billet and wiped out
ten men who were asleep in the sup-
posedly bomb-proof cellar. They were
burled the next day and I attended the
funeral.
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I
in a Charge. \
hands with Atwell, and went to the
rear to give ray same to the officers in
cbargt of the raiding party.
I was accepted, worse luck.
At 9:45 that night we reported to the
brigade headquarters dugout to receive
instructions from Old Pepper. I
After reaching this dugout we lined
up In a semicircle around him, and he
addressed us as follows:
"All I want you boys to do is to go
over to the German lines tonight, sur-
prise them, secure a couple of prison-
ers, and return Immediately. Our ar-
tillery has bombarded that section of
the line for two days and personally I
believe that that part of the German
trench Is unoccupied, so Just get a cou-
ple of prisoners and return as quickly
as possible."
The sergeant on my right in an un- *y
dertone, whispered to me:
"Say, Yank, how are we going to get
a couple of prisoners if the old fool
thinks 'personally that that part of the
trench Is unoccupied,'—sounds kind of
fishy, doesn't it mate?"
I liod a funny sinking sensation in
my stomach, and my tin hat felt as if
it weighed about a ton and my enthusi-
asm was melting away. Old Pepper
must have heard the sergeant speak
because he turned in his direction and
in a thundering voice asked:
"What did you say?" «
The sergeant with a scarlet look on ,
his face and his knees trembling,
smartly saluted and answered:
"Nothing, sir." ' \
Old Pepper said:
"Well, don't say it so loudly the next
time."
Thgn Old Pepper continued:
"In this section of the German
trenches there are two or three ma-
chine guns which our artillery, In the
last two or three days, has been un-
able to tape. These guns command the
sector where two of our communica-
tion trenches Join the front line, and
as the brigade Is tp go over the top to-
morrow morning I want to capture two
or three men from these guns' crews,
nnd from them I may be able to obtain
valuable Information as to the exact,
location of the guns, and our artillery
will therefore be able to demolish them
before the attack, and thus prevent
our losing a lot of men while using
these communication trendies to bring
up re-enforcements."
These were the Instructions he gave
us:
"Take off your identification disks,
strip your uniforms of all numerals,
Insignia, etc., leave your papers with
your captains, because I don't want the
Boches to know what regiments are
against them as this would be valuable
Information to them ln'our attack to-
morrow and I don't want any of you
to be taken alive. What I want Is two
prisoners nnd If I get them I have a
way which will make them divulge
all necessary information as to their
guns. You have your choice of two
weapons—you may carry your 'per-
suaders' or your knuckle knives, nnd
each man will arm himself with four
Mills bombs, these to be used only In
case of emergency."
(To be continued)
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Sallow complexion is due to a
torpid liver. Herbine purifies
and strengthens the liver and
bowels and restores the rosy
bloom of health to the cheek.
Price 50c. Sold by Mexia Drug
Co.
-W.8.S-
LOST, Red Duroc Jersey Gilt
Shoat. Finder please notify
Mrs. D. W. Means.
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Houx, N. P. The Mexia Weekly Herald (Mexia, Tex.), Vol. 19, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 2, 1918, newspaper, May 2, 1918; Mexia, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth302535/m1/4/: accessed July 11, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Gibbs Memorial Library.