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NO RAL Ser R He Ber te as 
TAKING A TRENCH 
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How Ir Frers to Br Bayonet 
CHARGING AND CLOSE FIGHTING 
DESCRIBED BY AMERICAN 
SERVING WITH BriTIsH. 
| Private A. G. Empsey in the Chicago Post 
It was 1.20 on the dot when our 
artillery opened up. For two hours 
the noise was deafening. At 3.10 
word was passed down the trench, 
“Ten minutes more.” Ten minutes 
to live! I was glad it was dark so 
nobody could see my face. I knew 
it was chalky—it felt that way. 
Then came the word, “Five min- 
utes more. 
“First wave get on, and near the 
ladders. When the whistle blows 
over you go and good luck to you. 
Give them hell!” 
As if by magic our bombardment 
ceased suddenly. The awful silence 
hurt. Sharp whistle blasts up and 
down the line pierced the air. 
BuLLETS WHISTLING. 
How I got up that ladder I don't 
know. When I got on top, I felt all 
alone with the whole German army in 
front of me. I was faint and sick 
and my knees were wabbling. Over- 
head German shrapnel was whistling 
and a million bullets were singing ali 
around. 
I was charging forward, of course. 
The man on my right on my right 
shouted something to me that | 
couldn’t catch, then toppled forward 
flat on his face. I seemed to be run- 
ning in a dream. His body and all 
the other objects on the ground seem- 
ed floating to the rear. 
All of a sudden my eyes went 
red, and every vestige of faintness 
and fear left me. I was shouting at 
the top of my voice; yelling, and yet 
1 couldn’t hear a sound! Masses of 
tangled barbed wire loomed up in 
front of me. Several of my mates 
tripped in this wire and lay still in 
sirange, cramped positions. 
I was still wondering why they 
didn’t get up and come on, when a 
trench opened right under my feet. 
Men were scrambling up over the 
rear wall of it—they wore spiked hel- 
mets and looked just like mud turtles 
crawling up a steep bank. One or 
two of the turtles slipped back and 
lay sprawling in the bottom of the 
trench. 
CLEARED TRENCH IN JUMP. 
The fellow on my left leaping to 
clear the trench, seemed to stop in 
mid-air then pitched head downward 
into the heap of mud turtles at the 
bottom! I laughed out loud. 
I cleared the trench and as I land- 
ed, right in front of me was a giant 
with a rifle ten feet long with five or 
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six knives on the end of it. These 
knives—it was just his bayonet, of 
course—darted and flashed about me. 
I closed my eyes and lunged. My 
rifle was torn from my grasp, but the 
giant was down, and my bayonet was 
sticking through his chest. 
Just to the left of me was another 
giant, helmet gone; he had the barrei 
of his. rifle in both hands and was 
swinging the butt in wide circles 
about his head. 
Three or four Tommies, who look- 
ed like wasps, were stooping low. 
darted in and out, jabbing with their 
baynoets, trying to get under that 
swinging butt. Once it squashed on 
a Tommy’s head, he sank to his knees 
and slowly fell over on his side, but 
the German had broken his rifle. 
At once the point of a bayonet came 
through the German’s neck from the 
rear. With a look of astonishment 
and rage he fell forward across the 
body of the Tommy he had sent west. 
BAYONET IN SHOULDER. 
Then something hit me on the 
shoulder, and a red-hot poker seemed 
to pierce my left side. This poker 
must have had teeth on it, because, 
when it was withdrawn, it felt as if 
my insides were being rended and 
torn and ripped out. The force was 
so great that it pulled me over back- 
ward and I fell on my back. A 
stream of ice-cold air seemed to pass 
through my shoulder and lights flash- 
ed in front of my eyes. A dull blow 
on the head, a flare of light then dark- 
ness. 
I dreamed that I was at sea, being 
tossed about in an open boat. My 
eyes slowly opened, the moon was 
shining, and I was being carried on a 
stretcher by two men. 
At the dressing station I learned 
that we had taken the trench and 
held it. 
“How Uvucié SAM PREPARES.” 
Next Tuesday. at the ‘Tremont 
Temple, Boston, there will begin an 
engagement of the timeliest photoplay 
of the season, when will be shown the 
new feature motion picture, “How 
Uncle Sam Prepares.” This photo- 
play was produced by authority of 
and under supervision of military ex- 
perts as a special aid to stimuate the 
recruiting of our army and navy up 
to the requirements of the present 
great emergency. It is presented in 
photoplay form, and shows every 
branch in its work and schooling, the 
scenes coming in natural sequence, 
their connectedness making for one of 
the most stirring spectacles that has 
been shown. 
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