Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, October 8, 1918, Page 6

EX-GUNNER AND CHIEF PET -~ MEMBER OF THE FOREIGN LEGION OF FRANCE “> CAPTAIN GUN TURRET, FRENCH BATTLESHIP CASSARD Z ‘WINNER OF THE CROIX DE GUERRE =e eerie 1918 Wy Ray and Beton Co. Through Spal Arangrers Wh the Gearge Mase Adame Servic, SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—Albert N. Depew, author ef the story, enlists in the United States Bavy, serving four years and attaining nonheme of chief peity officer, first-class gunner, dnids CHAPTER Ii—The great war starts goon after he is honorably discharged from the navy and he sails for France with a determination to enlist. CHAPTER III—He joins the Foreign Legion and is assigned to the dreadnaught Cassard where marksmanship wins him high honors. CHAPTER IV—Depew is detached from his ship and sent with a ent of the Legion to Flanders where he soon finds himself in the front line trenches. CHAPTER V—He is detailed to the ar- “76's”, hat have saved the day for the allies on many & battlefield. Before seeing any action, he ls ordered back to his regiment in the front line trenches, CHAPTER, YI— “over the top" and “gets his fist German io a bay: onet fight. CHAPTER VII—His company takes part in another raid on the German trenches and shortly afterward assists in stopping ® fierce charge of the Huns, who are mowed down as they cross No Man's CHAPTER VIII-—Sent to Dixmude with es Depew is caught in a Zeppelin raid, but escapes unhurt. CHAPTER IX—He is shot through the thigh in a brush with the Germans and is sent to a hospital, where he quickly recovers. rd ins the Cassard, which makes ips to the Dardanelles as a con- voy. e Cassard is almost battered to Dleves by the Turkish batteries. CHAPTER XI—The Cassard takes part (mn many hot engagements in the memor- able Gallipoli campaign, a landing party which sees flerce Agnhun, in the trenches at Gallipoll. an CHAPTER XIlI—After an unsuccessful trench raid, Depew tries to rescue two wounded men in No Man’s Land, but both die before he can reach the trenches, CHAPTER XIV—Depew wins the Croix de Guerre for bravery in passing through @ terrific artillery fire to summon aid to his comrades in an advanced post. CHAPTER XV—On his twelfth trip to the Dardanelles, he is wounded in a naval engagement and, after recovering in a hospital at Brest, he is discharged from service and sails for New York on the steamer Georgic. The time of attack is called zero— that is, the minute when you leave the trench. Some of the Anzacs sald it meant when your feet got the coldest, but I do not think they suffered yery much with trouble in the feet—not when they were advancing, anyway. The time card might read something Uke this: First wave, zero, advance, rapid walk, barrage 25 in 10 seconds, take first trench, 0:20; second wave, same as the first, pass first trench, 0:28; take second trench, 0:35. The third wave is ordered to take the thind trench, and 6o on, for as many lines as the enemy is entrenched. The other waves might be instructed to occupy Hill 7, 12:08, or dig in behind rock 12;45. Here, zero is understood, the first figures standing for minutes and the others for seconds. It might take several hours to carry out the pro- gram, but everything is laid out to an exact schedule. I was in the sixth line of the third wave of attack and zero was 4:30 a. m. Whistles were to be the signal for zero and we were to walk to the first line Turkish trench. As we came out our barrage fire would be burst- ing 50 yards ahead of us and would lift 25 yards every 10 seconds. Our stunt was to take advantage of it without walking into it, ‘No one man can see all of an attack, which may extend over miles of ground, but during the three weeks I was in the trenches on the Gallipoli peninsula we made four grand attacks and many minor ones, so I know in a general way what they are like. Each Wave is organized like the others. First come three lines of what you might call grenadiers, though they are not picked for size as the old king's grenadiers used to be. They are de- ployed in skirmish formation, which means that every man is three yards* from the next. They were armed only with grenades, but, you can take it from me, that is enough! Behind them come two lines, also in skirmish for- mation, and armed with machine guns and grenade rifles. The first men on 1 WANT YOUR BRICK WORK On Contract or Percentage Call for Estimate PETER CLAUSEN | $1€ So. Inckaon. Vhone 804 STORAGE Household Goods, Pianos, Ete. Storage House on Burlington ‘racks | CHAMBERLIN FUKNITURE AND UNDERTAKING CO. the left carry machine guns, then come three rifle grenadiers, and then anoth- er machine gun and so on down the length of the line. After these come two lines of riflemen with nxed bay- onets. Then come the trench cleaners, or moppers-up, as we call them. They were some gang, believe me. Imagine a team of rugby players spread out in two lines—only with hundreds of men on the team instead of eleven, and each man a husky, capable of han- dling a baby grand piano single- handed. These fellows were armed with everything you could think of, and a whole lot more that you could not dream about in a nightmare. It used to remind me of a trial I saw in New York once, where the police had raided a yeggmen's flop and had all their weapons in the courtroom as exhibits. The moppers-up were heeled with sticks, clubs, shillelahs, black-jacks, two-handed cleavers, axes, trench knives, poniards, up-to-date toma- hawks, brass knuckles, slung shots— anything that was ever invented for crashing a man with, I guess, except firearms. These knock-down, drag-out artists follow the riflemen very closely. Their Job was to take care of all the Turks who could not escape and would not surrender. There are lots of men in any army who will not surrender, but I think probably there were more Turks of that gameness than men in most other armies. I have heard that it is a part of their religion that a man, if he dies fighting, goes to a very specially fancy heaven, with plenty to eat and smoke, And I suppose if he surren- ders they believe he will be put in the black gang, stoking for eternity down below. It was awfully hot at the Dardanelles and I guess the Turks did not want it any hotter, for very few of them ever surrendered, and the trench cfbaners had a lot to da Their dob is really important, for it is danger- ous to have groups of the enemy alive and kicking around in their trenches after you have passed. Almost every prisoner we took was wounded. The one thing I do not like to have people ask me is, “How does it feel to kill a man?” and I think the other boys feel the same way about it. lt is not a thing you like to taik about or think about elther. But this time, at “V” beach, when we got past the first and second Turk trenches and were at work on the third, I do not mind saying that I was giad whenever Then | Would Stick Another One. I slipped my bayonet into a Turk and more glad when I saw another one *& coming. I guess I saw red all right. Each time I thought, “Maybe you are the one who did poor old Murray.” And I could see Murray as he looked when they took him down from the Storehouse wall. Then I would stick another one. The others from the Cassard were red-hot, too, and they went at the Turks in great style. ,There was nothing to complain about in the way they fought, but I wished that we had had a few more boys from the Foreign Legion with us, I think we would have gone clear on through to Constanti- nople. But the Turks were not as bad as Fritz. They were just as good or bet- ter as fighters, and a whole lot whiter. Often, when we were frying in the trenches and not a drop of water was to be had, something would land on the ground near us and there would be a water bottle, full. Sometimes they Then, too, they would not fire on the |Red Cross, as the Germans do; they | would hold their fire many times when \we were out picking up our wounded. Several times they dragged our wound- ed as close as they could to the barbed wire that we might find them easier. After Murray died I got to thinking a lot more than I used to, and though I did not have any hunch exactly, still I felt as though I might get it, too, which was something I had never thought much about before. I used to think about my grandmother, too, when I had time, and about Brown. T used to wonder what Brown was doing and wish we were together. But I could remember my grandmother smiling, and that helped some. I guess I was lonely, to tell the truth. I did not know the other garbies very well, and the only one left that I was really Very friendly with got his seon afterward, though not #s bad as Mur- tay. And then there was no one that I was really chummy with. That would not have bothered me at all before Murray died. e The other lad I spoke of as having been chummy with was Phillippe Pierre. He was about eighteen and came from-Bordeaux. He wus a very cheerful fellow and he and Murray and I used to be together a lot. He felt almost as bad abont Murray at I did, and you could see ‘that it changed him a great deal, too. But he was still cheerful most of the time, CHAPTER XIill. Limeys, Anzacs and Poilus. One night, while we were expecting an attack, the word was passed down the line to have the wire cutters ready and to use bayonets only for the first part of the attack, for we were to try and take the first enemy trench by surprise. The first trench was only about eighty yards away. Our big guns opened up and at zero we climbed out and followed the curtain of fire too closely, it seemed to me. But the barrage stopped too soon, as it does sometimes, and there were plenty of Turks left. We were half way across when they saw us, and they began banging away at us very hard. They pounded at us as we came on until we were given the order to retire, almost as we were on them— what was left of us. As we turned and started back the Turks rushed out to counter-attack us, the first of them busy with bombs. Then I tripped over something and rolled around a while and then saw it was Phillippe Pierre. His left leg was dangling, cloth and flesh and all shot awey and the leg hanging tq the rest of him by a shred. Two or three of our men who were on their way cack to our trenches tripped over me as I tried to get up, and then a Shell exploded near by und I thought I had got it sure, but it was only the rocks thrown up by the explosion. ~Finally I was able to stand up. So I slung my rifle over one shoulder and got Phillippe Pierre up on the other, with his body from the waist up hanging over my back, so that I could hold his wounded leg on, and started back, There was only one or “two: of our men left between the trenches. Our machine guns were at it herd and the Turks were firing and bombing at full speed. I had not gone riore than two or three paces when I came across another of our men, wounded in sev- eral places and groemning away at a great rete. Phillippe Pierre was not saying a word, but the other chap did enough for the two of them. One wounded man was all I could manage, with my rifle and pack, over the rough ground and the barbed wire I had to go through. So I told this fellow, whose name I cannot remember—I never did know him very well: -that I would come back for him, and went on. I almost fell several times, but managed to get through safely and rolled over our parapet with Phillippe Pierre. They started the lad back in a stretcher right away. When I saw him again he gave me a little box as a souvenir, but I have lost it. ‘The Turks had not got very far with their counter-attack, because we were able to get our barrage going in time to check them, But they were still out in front of their trenches when 1 started back after the other garby. I was not exactly afraid as I crawled along searching for the other man, but I was very thirsty and nervous for fear our barrage would’ begin again or the machine guns cut loose. After what seemed a long time I came upon a wounded man, but he was not the one I was after. I thought about “a bird in the hand,” ete., and was just starting to pick this chap up when shell burst almost on us and knocked me two or three feet away. It is a wonder it did not kill both of us, but neither of us was hurt. I thought the fire would get heavier then, so I dragged the other chap into one of two holes made by the shell. Some pieces of the shell had stuck into the dirt in the hole and they were still hot. Also, there was a sort of gas there that hung around for sevy- eral minutes, but it was not very bad. ‘The man began talking to me, and he said it was an honor to lie on the field of battle with a leg shot off and dead men piled all about you, and some not dead but groaning. He told me I would soon be able to hear the groaning, though I had not said I minded it, or anything about it. Then he said again what an honor it was, and asked if I had a drink for him. I had not had any water all day, and I told him so, but he kept on asking pretty close to our lines, for when I looked out\of the hole toward OUF the country; shell burst ‘neat them, ‘three T could see a ‘Tark coming toward ‘us-sideof a hill We played dead then, but I had my bayonet ready for him in case he had seen us and decide? to come up to the hole. Evidently he had not, for when ve sneaked UP them... Teed 3 er eg ‘We were fighting time; when we saw e@ motor 1 $ disappear over the ‘The detachment from the Cassard was sent_oyer on the run and we came upon the Turks from those tracks and several others just after they had got he got near the hoje he steered to the .out and were star’ ‘ng ahead on foot. side and went around. The other garby was cheerful when he was not asking for water, but you could see he was going fast. So we sat 1 Picked 4im Up and Started Back. there in the hole and he died. Shortly afterward the fire slackened a little and I got out and started toward our Iines. But X remembered about the other wounded man I had passed when I was carrying Phillippe Pierre, so I began hunting for him, and after a long time I found him. He was still alive. His chest was all smashed in and he was badly cut up around the neck and shoulders. I picked him up and started back, but ran into some barbed wire and had to go around. I was pretty tired by this time and awfully thirsty, and I thought if I did not rest a little bit I could never make it. I was so tired and nervous that I did not care much whether I did get back or not, and the wounded garby was groaning all the time. So when I thonght the shells were coming pretty thick again I got into.a shell hole and it was the same one I had left not long before. The dead garby was there just as I had left him. The wounded one_was bleeding all over, and my clothes were just soaked with blood from the three men, but most of all from him, There was some of my own blood on me, too, for when I was knocked down by the shell my nose bled and kept bleeding for a long time, but, of course, "that was nothing compared to the “bleeding of the others. We captured that whole bunch—I do not know how many in all. They were reinforcements on their way to a part ; of their line that we were battering | cers going along the road ring ol very hard, and by capturing them we helped the Anzacs a great deal, for they. were able to get through for a big gain. We held that position, though they rained shells on us so hard all that day and night that we thought they were placing 2 barrage for a raid, and stood to arms until almost noon the next day. But our guns gave back shell for shell, and pounded the 'Turk- ish trenches and broke shrapnel over them until they had all they could do to stay in them, Finally, our guns placed shell after shell on the enemy's communication trenches, and they could neither bring up reinforcements nor retire. So we went over and cleaned them out and teok the trench. But then our guns had to stop because we were in range, and the Turks brought up reinforce- ments from other parts of the line and we were driven back after holding their trench all afternoon. It was about fifty-fifty, though, for when they reinforced one part of the line some of our troops would break through in another part. That night there was a terrible rain- storm, I guess it was really a cloud- burst. We had all the water we wanted then, and more, too. A great many men and mules were drowned, both of our troops and the Turkish. Trenches were washed in and most of the works ruined.. There were several Turkish bodies washed into our trench, ard two mules came over together, though whether they were Turkish or French or British I do not know. A few days after the rain stopped I was going along the road to the) docks. at “V" beach when I saw some examples of the freakishness_of shells. There was a long string of mules go- ing back to the trenches with water and supplies of various kinds. We drew up to one side to let them pass, Two or three mules away from us! was un old-timer with only one err, and that very gray, leaded to the gun- wales with bags of water. He had hed his troubles, that old boy, but they were just about over, for there was a flash and the next instant you could not see a thing left of Old Missouri. He just vanished. But two of the water bags were not even touched, and another one had only a little hole in it. There they lay on the ground, just as though you had taken the mule out from under them, The mules next him, fore and aft, were knocked down by the concussion but unbarmed; but the third mule behind had one ear cut to shreds, and the man behind The worst of all-was that he kept | him was‘ badly shot _up and stunned. groaning for water,-and it made me! thirstier than I had been, even, But there was not a drop of water any- where and I knew there was no use searching any bodies for flasks. So we just had to stick it out. Pretty | soon the wounded man quit groaning and was quiet, atid I knew he was going to die too... I~ made me mad to think that I had not been of ‘any use in carrying these two men around, but if I had gone on with either of them it would have been just the same —they would have-died and probably I would have got it, too. When I fig- | ured it out this way I quit worrying about it, only I wished the fire would let up. So the other man died, and there were two of them in the hole. I read the numbers on their identification disks when shells ‘burst near enough so that I could see’them, and after a while got back to our lines and rolled in. I could not remember the num- bers or the names by that time, but a working party got them, along with others, so it was all right. My clothes were a mess, as I haye said, and I was s’' tired I thought I could sleep for a week, but I could not stand it in my clothes any longer. It was absolutely against regulations, but I took off all my clothes—the blood had. soaked into the skin—anc wrapped myself in nothing but air and went right to sleep. I did not sleep very well, but woke up every once in a while and thought I was in the hole again. During the night they brought up water, but I was asleep and did not know it. They did not wake me, but two men saved by share, though usually in @ case like that it was everybody for himself and let the last man go dry, You could not blame them, either, so I thought it was pretty decent of these two to save my share for me. I believe they must have had a hard time keeping the others off of it, to. say nothing of them- selves, for there really was not more than enough for one good drink all around. It tasted better than anything I have ever drunk. Go Ary for 24 hours in the hottest weather you can find, do a night’s work like that, and come to in the morning with a tin cup full of muddy water being handed to you, and you will know what I mean. At Gaba Tepe there were steep little hills with quarries in between them, and most of the prisoners we took were caught in the quarries. We found lots of dead Turks under piles of rock, where our guns ‘had battered the walls of the quarries down on A little farther on a shell had struck the road and plowed a furrow two or three feet wide, and just as straight 8 an arrow for three of four yards; it then turned off at almost a right angle and continued for a yard or two more before it burst and made a big hole. That Turk gunner must have put a lot of English on that shell when he fired it. He got somebody's number with that shot, too, and the! lad paid pretty high, for there was blood around the hole, not quit® dry when we got to it. Coming back along the same.road we halted to let another convoy of mules go past, and an officer of the Royal naval division came up and began talking to our officers. He was telling them how he and his men had landed at “X” beach, and how they had to wade ashore through barbed wire. “And, you know,” he said in a sur- prised way, as if he himself could hardly believe it, “the beggars were actually firing on us!" That is just like the Limeys, though. Their idea is not to appear excited about any- thing at any time, but to act as though they were playing cricket—standing | around on a lawn with paddles in their hands, half asleep. The Limeys are certainly cool under fire, though, and I think that because the Anzacs did so well at Gallipoli people have not given enough credit to the British regulars and R. N. D.’s, who were there too, and did their share of the work, and did it as well as any men ould. After a while this officer started on his way again, and as he cut across the road a French officer came up. |The Limey wore a monocle, which caused the French officer to stare at him a minute before he saluted. After the Englishman had passed him the Frenchman took a large French penny out of his pocket, screwed it into his ‘eye and turned toward us so that we could see it, but the Limey could not. That was not the right thing ‘to do, especially before enlisted men; so our officers did not laugh, but the men did, and so loud that Limey turned around and caught sight of the Frenchman. He started back toward him and-I thought sure there would be a fight, or that, more likely, the Limey would report him, Our officers should have placed the Frenchman under arrest, at that. The Frenchman expected trouble, too, for Ke pulled up very straight and stiff, but he left the penny in his eye. The Limey came up to him, halted a few paces off and, without saying a word, took the monocle- out: of his eye, twibbled it three or four feet in the air and caught it in his other eye when it came down. bout this part of | “across “country. ; two Limey officers that I hardly be- Heved, yet Phillippe swore it was the truth, He had been in America before. the war, and he sctd he had seen one. of the officers that the story Js about many times in New York. He said there were two Limey offi- about the German shells which the. | Turks were using. One of the officers said they were no good because they |did not burst, Just about that time ‘a shell came along and they picked themselves up quite a distance from where they had been standing. An- ‘other shell whizzed by and landed flat on the. side of the road. The officer | walked over, dug it out of the ground, and took away the detonator and fuse —to prove that they did not explode! The only thing that would make me believe that story is that Phillippe Pierre said they were Limey officers. No one but a Limey would remem- ber such an argument after being knocked galley west by a shell con- cussion. I do not doubt that a Limey would do it if it could be done, though, CHAPTER XIV. The Croix de Guerre. for about three weeks we found our- selves one-morning somewhere near Sedd-el-Bahr under the heaviest fire I ever experienced. Our guns and the Turks’ were at it full blast, and the noise was worse than deafening. A section of my company was lying out in a shell hole near the commu- inication trench with nothing to do |but wait for a shell to find them. We were stiff and thirsty and uncomfort- able, and had not slept fer iwo nights. \In that time we-had been under con- jstant fire and had stood off several talding parties and small attacks from enemy trenches. We had no sooner got used to the shell hole and were making ourselves as comfortable as possible in it when along came a shell of what must have been the Jack Johnson size, and we were swamped. We had to dig three ‘of the men out, and though one of | them was badly wounded we could not send him back to the hospital. In fact, the shelling was so heavy that none of us ever expected to come out | of it alive. So, it was like keeping your own death watch, with the shells tuning up for the dirge. It was impossible to | listen to’ the shells. If you kept your |mind on the noise for any length of time it’ would split your eardrums, I am sure. So all we could do was to lay low in the shell hole and wait for | something to happen. Then they began using shrapnel on |us, and one of our machine gunners, ‘who got up from his knees to change | Hie Head Taken Clean Off His Shoul- ders. | Position, had his head taken.clean off his shoulders, and the rest of him ‘landed near my feet and squirmed a little, like a chickea that had just been killed. It was awful to see the body without any head move around that way, and we could hardly make our- selves touch it for some time. Then we rolled it to the other side of the hole, Then, to one side of us, there was & more violent explosion than any yet. The earth spouted up and fell on us, and big clouds of black smoke, sliding along the ground, covered our shell hole and hung there for some time. One of our sergeants, from the regular French infantry, said it was a shell from a Turkish 155-mm. howitzer. That was only the first one. The worst thing about them was the smoke —People who think Pittsburgh is smoky ought to see about fifty of those big howitzer shells bursting, one after | another, We could not tell what the rest of our line was doing or how we were standing the awful fire, but we felt sure they were not having any worse time than we were. In a few minutes we heard the good old “75s” start Pounding, and it wac like hearing an old friend’s voice over the telephone, and everybody in our shell hole cheered, though no one could hear us and we could barely hear each other. Still we knew that if the “75s” got going in their usual style they would do for an enemy battery or two, and that looked good to us. The “75s” | When we had been on the shore | would not have to stand. One of our men the ahead geant’s ear that the men in line of us and to the right were trying to give us a message of some kind. The sergeant stuck his*head abov¢ the parapet and had a look. But I stayeq where I was—the sergeant could see for himself and me, too, as. as I was concerned. 7%) He shouted at us that the men in the other trench were trying to signal something, but he could not. inake it out because the clouds of smoke woulda roll between them and break. up the words. So he laid down again in the bottom of the hole, But after a while he looked over the parapet and saw a man just leaving thelr trench, ey}. dently with a message for us, and he had not gone five steps before he was blown to pieces, and the lad who fol- lowed him got his, too, so they stopped trying then. 5 And all the time the “75s” were sending theirs to the Turks not far over our heads to 900 yards Bening as, and the howitzers were dropping their 240-pound bits of fron in every ‘vacant space and some that were not vacant. It was just one big roar and screech and growl all at once, like |turning the whole dog pound loose |on a plece of meat. The concussions felt like one long ‘string of boxes on the ear, and our throats were se dry that it hurt to swallow, which always makes your ears feel better after a strong concus- sion. One after another of our boys was slipping to the ground and digging his fists into his ears, and the rest of them sat on the parapet fire step with their heads between their knees and their ‘arms wrapped around their heads. | Our sergeant came to me after a while and began acting just like people do at « show, only he shouted instead of whispered in my ear. When people are looking at one show they always want to tell you how good some other show is, and thnt was the way with the sergeant. “You should see what they did to us at St. Bloi,” he said, “They just bay us with the big fellows. They did not know when to stop. When you see shelling that is shelling, you will know it, my son.” “Well, if this is not shelling, what the devil is it? Are they trying to kid us or are you, mon vieux?” which is a French expression that means something like “old timer.” “My son, when you see dugouts caved in, roads pushed all over the map, guns wrecked, bodies twisted up in knots and forty men killed by one shell—then you will know you are seeing shelling.” | Then one of our men sat up straight against the parapet and stared at us and began to shake all over, but we could not get him to say anything or move. So we knew he had shell shock. And another man watched him for a while, -and , then, he- began. to. shake, too, The sergeant said that if we stayed there much longer we would Not be fit to repel an attack, so he ordered us into the two. dugouts we had made in the hole, and only himself and another man stayed outside on | watch, The men in the dugout kept asking teach other when the bombardment would end, and why we were not rein- forced, and what was happening, and whether the Turks would attack us. It was easy to see why we were not rein- forced—no body of men could have to us from the reserve trenches. @ communication trenches were ite a distance from us and were attered up at that. Some of the men said we had been forgotten and that the rest of our troops had either re- tired or advanced and that. we and the men in the trench who had tried to signal us were the only detachments jleft there. 5 | Pretty soon another man and I relleved the two men who were out- side on watch, and as he went down into the dugout the sergeant shouted to us that he thought the Turks were afraid to attack. He also ordered one of us to keep a live eye toward our rear in case any of our troops should try to signal us. When I looked through a little gully at the top of the hole, toward the other trench, ‘all I could see was barbed wire and ,Smoke and two or three corpses. I | began to shiver a little, and I was jafraid I would get shell shock, too. | So I began to think about Murray and how he looked when they took him off the wall, But that did not stop the shivering, so I thought abéut my grand- mother and how she looked the last time I saw her. I was thinking about her, I guess, and not keeping a very good lookout, when a man rolled over the edge and almost fell on me. He was from the other trenches. I carried him into the dugout and then went out again and stood my watch until the relief came, .We were doing half-hour shifts, = TO BE CONTINUED ee _ One of the curious facts brot to light in the war is that only wound- ed men suffer from shell shock. 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