The evening world. Newspaper, April 13, 1918, Page 4

— soo ees a a rr ltr aL ist i Aen ae tele ee ee 7 a / THE EVENING — OW AMERICAN SOLDIERS 4 . LIKE VETERANS IN BAPTISM OF FIRE, DECLARES EVENING WORLD WRITER + Every Man in Battalion Eager to Volunteer for Attack on the Ger- mans—How an Artillery “Show” Sounds From Near-by—Attack Carried Out as Timed tothe Minute (Continued trom First Page.) uniforms and remmants of walls of buildings dispelled the Arcadian en- semble. By closing one's eyes in Intervals between the cannonading and | leaning back against a comfortable pile of blankets on top of the Colonel's trunk and sniffing the aroma of good cigars and listening to the harmo- nious and continual flow of language one might almost imagine one's self back fn a New York club. War, seemingly, was far away. Everybody in the room except the correspondents knew that a raid had been planned for that evening; that many days had been spent in artillery and infantry preparation; that a time schedule had been prepared which must be followed in adherence to seconds; that a squad of volun- teers had assembid out in the front line, under command of a young Lieu- tenant, to go over the top in a rush on the German trenches; that artil- lerymen were waiting in tense expectancy behind hundreds of guns for the signal to begin the biggest bombardment that had been directed at the enemy in that sector since tho beginning of the war—but something told us that we ought to stick around. Reporter's instinct, possibly. It must have been instinct, for there was nothing in the demeanor or language of any of our hosts to indicate that an extraordinary event was impending. ¢ They come from a community of natural born politicians, and | they were fust as unruffied as though they were going into a county con- vention with the opposition smothered In advance. As casually as if he were announcing his intention of stepping out to get a shave the Colonel, arose, excused himself and the Lieutenant Colonel and the French Lieu- tenant on the ground that they had a night problem to work out in con- Junction with other ofcers who had been summoned to a meeting in | ment, but we can step back over a bridge of a few words, on {t In the supposition that they were on their way to relieve men tn the front Ine trenches and dugouts. Going into the trenches as a relief for the first time in the knowledge that the trenches had been shelled repeatedly for six days is somewhat of @ strain on any troops. One detachment wo had met as we were coming out appeared to be, as I recall it now, almost insolent in manner; at least the men manifested a feeling of tolerance bordering on pity for those they were passing by. All this was made clear when we learnod that every man In the bat- talion had volunteered for raid duty and that the squad we had encountered, ‘ess than fifty in number, with a young Lieutenant whose faco was fairly shining with eagerness, satisfaction and a close shave, at their head, had been selected out of @ thousand of their companions to be the vanguard of the regiment in going over the top. 4 While on the subject of the volunteer raiders I must lose step wilh the continuity of the narrative long enough to relate @ typically Amert- can Incident in which I played a listening part, hours later, when tho raid was over and the artillery fire had almost died away, I was stand- ing with an officer of the battalion at the door of the hospital when a Private approached. He was a big bronzed young American and in the dim light afforded by the stars we could see that his face was set and his thin lips formed a straight line. He saluted punctiliously and the officer returned the salute. Then the private spok “Hen,” he said sternly, “you left me out of this and ff you wasn't my superior I'd tell you what I think of it too.” “But, Dune,” replied the officer, “you know very well I had noth- ing to do with picking the detail.” | “I don't give three hoots in hell who picked the detail,” persisted the private, “but you knew I was on special duty and you might have | tipped me off and given me q chance to volunteer. 1 just want to say, Hen, that I consider it was damned unclubby, that’s all.” Saluting again with all the form prescribed by the regulations the Private turned, tramped away and immediately merged into the night. “That,” said the officer, “was a very serious breach of discipline and 1 shall have to do something about {t. I am going to hunt him up to-morrow when he is over his grouch and beg his pardon.” “We come from the same town,” the officer went on, after a pause. “We were born on the same street,” he continued, “and we went to | school together.” There was another pause, The officer spoke again and there was a little catch in his voice as he sald; “I married his sister and maybe {t was some subconscious influence exerted by my wife which led me to forget to notify Dunc that volunteers had been called for raid duty. I plumb forgot him, anyhow, and that’s no lie.” We have wandered far away from the messroom and the bombard. Tt was just 6.30 o'clock when we walked out of the headquarters and across the road and through the gateway in the remaining wall of the Hotel de Ville. A few another room, and disappeared. We noticed that the Colonel was wearing | Paces further wo were on a little headland jutting out tnto the valley his rubber boots and that he took along his steel helmet and his gas mask. | Afterward we learned that the three officers went into the mess room, | fortified chemselves with a good meal and ambled off over a yellow wind-| ing road to @ post of command just under the crest of the ridge on our | Valley, but the crest of the ridge in front of us was still bathed in the glow | side, from which they had a clear view of the operations on all points of | our sector. i At 5 o'clock the remaining officers and the two correspondents were summoned to supper. 200-POUND SHELLS START ATTACK. ‘We had just seated ourselves at the long table when thore was a sound as of a sawmill travelling through the alr above our heads, followed bya terrific report which shook the building. A young Lieutenant, who in pri- vate life had been note teller in his father’s bank in his native town tn the States, halted the progress of a ib of corn pone from his plate to his face long enough to remark: “They're off.” And they were off. A French battery, about two city blocks to our rear, had opened the show, on time to the second, by sending a 200-pound shell into a previously determined battery position inside the German lines. (In this war every action of whatever character is termed a “show,” a term taken from the British.) « Bang, bang, bang, bang went four guns to our left.’ The plates rattled on the table, Two guns sounded on our right, there were three reports from the French battery in the rear, American batteries began turning loose’ shells from 76's over on the ridge. The floor of the messroom jumped and quivered and writhed, and the canvas substitutes for window | panes bulged inward and outward like the gills of a landed fish. | “Please pass the butter,” requested a Major on my right. As I passed the butter another French battery of big gums to our rear broke into the | artillery chorus with a crash that almost jarred the plate out my hand. | Old terra firma was giving a fair Imitation of an earthquake by that time, | and I speak with the voice of experience, for I have been through earth-| juakes produced by the forces of noture, The first gun had been fired at 5.05 o'clock, and within five minutes ifty guns were in action in our impnediate vicinity, and, in connection with “ther raids on our left and right, involving ogher American units and inter- toliate French units, the Germans were receiving an artillery massage «long a front of about fifteen miles. On the extreme right of our Mne, we ‘earned later, a daylight raid had been started an hour before we opened up. It was the first extensive American offensive of the war. | The Major confided to me that the big show had not opened tn our) ector, He sald additional guns would go into action at.5.35 o'clock, and that the real bombardment, Involving every gun on the front, would open at 6.55 o'clock and continue until a rocket signal indicated that the raid “as over, after which the artillery would gradually lessen the weight of teel we were dropping on the German lines. Up to this time we had! heard, in occasional momentary lulls in the drumfire of the large cannon, | ‘he popping of machine guns, many of which were in action on the right! and left flanks of our sector sweeping the German advanced positions There may have baen some haste in the serving of supper, because the| cooks and mess Sergeants were in @ hurry to get outside and obtain a! close-up of the spectacle; but, certainly, the excellent meal wax not ¢lighted | by any one around the table, Officers told funny stories of their experiences | in France. “Red,” the genial orderly, frequently invaded the messroom to announce that he hadn't seen such a dad blamed display of ‘flreworks since the St. Louls World's Fair. THEIR FIRST TEST IN REAL ACTION. Mind, gentle reader in the United States, this was the first time these! officers had been in close proximity to big guns which were performing according to the standard set for big guns. Inf fact, few of them had ever | been closer than ten or twelve miles to real action. The first battalion of iheir regiment had been in the front line trenches only a week, and {t was only this battalion that had come into contact with the enemy; also, It was a volunteer detail from this battalion which was picked to undertake the initial raid We had seen this detall marching to the front in the afternoon, al- though we had not known at that time the objective of the movement We had noticed their carefree, almost bu ing, and had remarked | Behind us, through the arched gap in the wall, we could see the sun, a perfectly round, crimson, quivering ball, sinking slowly toward the horizon, its face crossed by wisps of fleecy clouds. Shadows were gathering in the of the declining sun, splashed here and there with expanding shadows, clouds of smoke arising from the batteries concealed {n the woods. Over a road along the top of a hill two miles to our left a mule-drawn ammunition train, bound for an ammunition dump, moved like a silhouette against a background of blue-gray sky. Over another road, just to our right, which climbed the ridge in a straight line, a messenger was shoot- ing toward the front on a motorcycle. There were no other signs of life between our point of vantage and the rear positions of our line, Truly, tt was a “Show.” EVERY GUN ON SCHEDULE TIME. It seemed scarcely possible that there could be an increase in the volume of sound that was actually shattering the atmosphere, but an officer, looking at his watch, ratsed his hand at 5.36 o'clock. As though his action were a signal, additional batteries began to bark, in accordance with the programme, and the sound did increase in volume. Guns of the; same size register different notes in tho crashing ensemble of a bombard- ment, the difference arising from the distance separating the listener from the source of the explosion, Guns of different calibre produce, of course, varying sounds of detonation. While there {s nothing musical about a great bombardment, there is what might be called a harmony of discord. At times It appears as though vagrant hands were moving over a keyboard controlling the indiscriminately assorted pipes of an immense organ built Into the side of a mountain, Thus far there had been no reply from the German batteries, and the | French Captain sald that the Germans would probably make no attempt to} shell the positions back of the lines, but would concentrate their efforts on | stopping the raid across nc man’s land, The sun was out of sight and the | shadows had crept up from the valley along the sido of the ridge. road to the right was becoming a dim, narrowing ribbon stretched across a! field of black, An officer bound for the post of command overlooking the | front passed through the group on the headland, and when he had passed | through there were two that followed him, With our gas masks ready for adjustment, an officer and I climbed the! road up the slope. Just back of the crest of the ridge we turned into the| woods, passing to the rear of an all-American battery which was feeding shells to the Germans with a rapidity approaching the distributive power of a machine gun, As we entered the observation post the officers on duty merely looked around. One of them grinned an amiable welcome. From the village we had seen the places from which the shells started, | From our new point of vantage we could see some of the shells ‘Janding, | The Germans were sending up rockets of different colors either as signals or in an attempt to confuse our artillery, and our forces were launching | occasional floating flares which illuminated the terrain for miles, | Our lines were spread out before us to the right and left. Through a! glass we could see our shells dropping on and demolishing the German wire entanglements {n front of their trenches, Patches of forest concealed the inner German positions, but did not conceal the fact that all the way from their barbed wire clear back to the hills behind which they had their batteries hells were bursting like popcorn bursting on a hot stove. Back of the bill the sky was red at two points, the sMumination denoting great fires started by our heavy artillery which was reaching the German head- quarters positions, It was 6 o'clock, and the whole strength of our bat- terles had been in operation for five minutes, It seeméd to us as though shells were raining from the sky, perfect bombardment,” exultantly shouted the French Lleutenant, “Fritz will seek cover to-night.” TWENTY MINUTES FOR THE RAID. The raiding party was due to go over the top at 6.35 o'clock, preceded by a barrage which was to be launched ahead of them just at the moment of starting. The echedule called for the return of the raiders to their own trenches in twenty minutes. Tor reasons which may not be mentioned | here, I was almost back to the village when the barrage started and the men went over the top, ] When I reached the point I had left in the shadow of tho wall |of the Hotel do Ville T found it deserted by all save a military policeman, who told mo that everybody had been ordered to seek cover. | He insinuated that another correspondent would probably be of more |use to our families {n the future if I too should agitate my fost in the | direction of shelter, 60 I strolled over to the headquarters and entered, There wasn't @ human being in the place, The headquarters cat was asléep in front of the stove in the Colonel's combined living room and office, Gasés, Sourness and Stomach Distress Eat *‘Pape’s Diapepsin” like Candy— Makes Upset Stomachs feel fine Large 50 cent cau. Any drug stort, Relief in fee in LJ | / Vie AP and I could see by the light of the smoky lamp that the cat's tur was shaking in time with the spasmodic movements of the floor, which were {caused by the shock of bombardment. I went out again into High Street, | | the main avenue of the village, turned to the right and went up thé*htll to the highest point in the vicinity, a knoll Just back of the settlement, which ts crowned by walled cemetery tigation that this cemetery was established in 1869 by the three wealthiest families in the village. d that tho Bergeteau family had erected at that | me a pretentious mausoleum against the north wall, Between 1869 and 1914 there were twenty-seven burials in this last resting place of the village j dead. In August, September and October, 1914, men of the village who had | died in battle were laid away in a solid row reaching clear around the wall ‘on the inside, and the wall {ncloses two acres of ground. Hostilities slack- ‘ened in that sector after October, 1914, but the young men of the village’ sore fighting somewhere else in France. Ueld of Many who died on th: The; FOUGHT IN THEIR FIRST OFFENSIVE - — | battle were brought back, and in three years another row of graves had been filled in, close up to the row against the four walls. Since the first of the year a third row has been completed and a double line of graves has been dug and filled, this line running through the middle of the plot from the gate to the Bergereau mausoleum. A fourth row had been started at the time of our bombardment, and that night French soldiers were Actually digging nine graves in the cemetery to receive the bodles of Frenchmen who had fallen in the sector within a few hours. SHOWS PRICE FRANCE HAS PAID, The growth of a cemetery In a village of not more than 5,000 or 6,000 people which has sheltered no civilians aince the winter of 1914 gives a faint idea of what the war has cost France in men. With few exceptions the crosses decorated with metal flower wreaths at the heads of the graves state that men Iie there and that they died for their country. | As I walked up through the utterly deserted street 1 could see, immediately after a droning sound above my head denoted the passage of a big shell from the French battery toward the German lines, a black cross stand out against the flash that accompanies the firing of a gun, At the top of the knoll I left the street and skirted the cemetery wall, com- ing out into an open space, where I found all our United States officers | and soldiers from headquarters and several hundred French soldiers. This was the cover they had sought when driven from the open places in the | Village proper by the military police, | A French battery of big guns was just behind and a little to the north- | | ward of the cemetery on the opposite slope of the knoll. Other batteries! jwers further back, When the guns were fired the flashes threw a glare | against the north wall of the cemetery and against the top of the mauso- leum of the Bergereau family, which is surmounted by a cross. It was | this cross I had seen limned against the red bursts of flame from the | | mouths of the cannon, The ground shook beneath my feet, and doubtless | the reports of the great engines of death close by stirred the bones alike | or those who died for France in 1870 and those who died for France and | ; were buried there since the inception of the current struggle. As the! soldiers moved about in the open space their shadows wero thrown gro-| | tenquely by the light of the gun firing upon the white surface of the cemetery wall, This part of Franco 1s devoutly religious and roadside shrines abound, | The French battery closest to the cemetery had been established that morning directly alongside the main road leading to the village and at a! point where a transverse road crosses. At the crossroads there is a stone crueifix about ten feet high which was erected more than half a century | go, Some of the French artillerymen attached to the battery hung their coats and some other equipmen* on the arms of the crucifix while they were serving the guns, I have noticed in many places in France the like- ness In stone or wood of the Son of God who came to this earth to bring peace and goodwill to mankind ivoking down upon men engaged in sclen- tifle slaughter of thetr fellow-men, and this 1900 years after the days of From the knoll on which I finally located I had a view covering a range of perhaps a dozen miles. I stood, as it were, on the rim of an amphitheatre, flanked on each side far as I could see by guns, with suns behind me and at least a dozen batteries at work on the slope of the | hill across the valley dead ahead. The time had gone by for the men to | so over the top, and all who knew the schedule of attack were awaiting the signal announcing that they were on the return trip. The signal was A green rocket. | GUNS NEVER SERVED MORE SWIFTLY. Just twenty-two minutes after 6.35 o'clock the rocket ascended. There was an immediate change in the tone of the artillery fire. The barrage | had ceased, to awalt orders. But the big guns, smashing at the German | artillery positions, continued to send their droning messengers of destruc- | tion from our rear and our flanks, and the American battery in front con- | Unued to spit white fire. The French were lost in admiration of that bat: tery. Artillery soldiers said they had never secn guns served so'swiftly. The raid was over and our men were on their way back to their own trenches. I walked down to headquarters to receive the reports. As I descended the hill from the knoll I could see the firing lights blinking | all along the side of the hill in front—the lights which guide the gunners in aiming their pieces, and are visible from the rear, but protected by | shields from the view of the enemy. One firing light in particular interested me. It was on the extreme right of the American battery. I would see it flash for a moment and go out; then from that position would shoot out a white hot shaft of light, denoting that the gun had been fired. I determined from my observa-; tions that this particular gun was being fed with shells with the regularity of the ticking of a big clock. reached it, and the cat was still asleep in front of the fire. Candles were | Mghted and placed wherever they might be of service. The genial “Red” appeared with @ case of beer. The Major temporarily in command sat on) the Colonel's bed and lit a cigarette. Everybody talked quite casually of the “Show,” although none of us had ever seen anything like {t before and none of us knew what had happened away out there In front, where our picked boys had gone over the top for the first time. Gradually the bom- bardment was dying. At 8 o'clock, in comparison with the mighty roar that had previously prevailed, the guus sounded to me about like the echoes of a disappearing thunderstorm jn the Catskill Mountains. “BIl, here,” remarked one of the officers, “made a hell of a fox pass while we were up there by the graveyard. He saw the evening star appear | and thought {t was the green rocket going up ahead of time.” * “But you'll have to. admit,” sald the officer named Bill, “that {t looked lke a rocket at first. And, say, I've seen the stars come out in the eve- ning many a time back home and I didn't think anything about it, but you bot I'll never see the heavens producing pinheads of light in the dusk again without thinking of this evening, when the evening star held the) heavens all alone for a few minutes and I thought it was something that | belonged to our army.” RAID A SUCCESS, BUT NO “GAME.” | The telephone bell at the head of the Colonel's bed tinkled and the oMcer temporarily in command reached over and took the receiver off the hook with about the same haste and anxtety that he might manifest in | answering a telephone call in his law office in a Pleasant little American clty. The room became as quiet as the interior of the Bergereau mausoleum become accustomed to bombardment just as New Yorkers or Chicagoans who live along the route of the L roads become accustomed to the sound of the passing trains, There was a noise in the kitchen and the cat woke up and-departed nolselessly in that direction, “Hello,” said the officer in command, “This {s Major Blank, The Colonel hasn't returned. Have you any news?" The Major lstened; we all listened. We could hear the metallic clatter | of the voice of the man on the other end of the wire, but we couldn't dis- tingulsh his words. “Oh, pshaw,” ejaculated the Major, “that's too bad.” He hung up the receiver and turned to the company in the room, “No game," he announced succinctly. “The Germans beat it through | their communication trenches as soon as we opened up, leaving a few wen | to ocoupy the front lines, We destroyed all their wire with our artillery, When our boys got over they found the trenches back to the third line peopled only by dead German soldiers, and some of the soldiers were widely scattered, One of the dead Germans was entirely naked. A shell dropped into the trench right around a corner from where he was standing and the | concussion blew all his clothes off and killed him, We set fire ‘to two of thelr munition stations and caused another big fire which we haven't been able to analyze, But no game, damn {t all.” | “But what adout our men? asked one of the young officers. | “All back safe and sound and on their way from the trenches,” replied T found upon subsequent {nves-| the Major. “In the raid proper we didn’t lose a man killed or wounded, \ a We were two minutes overtime getting back, because some of our men | went clear into the German ‘positions, The raid was a complete success, | but we didn’t get any prisoners.” The French Lieutenant bustled tn. He wag all smiles Ho sald the Colonel had stopped at the hospital to give some instructions to the medical Major !n connection with something that had happened out at the front during the afternoon, “We gave them hell," satd the French Lfoutenant, “bat we Aldnt get aby game.” M The beadquarters building was still jumping and shaking when 1/| hdN% in the cemetery atop the hill. We did not even hear the gunfire. We had | } “Isn't that too bad?” remarked the chaplain of the organization, who had been an interested spectator of the bombardment. “Oh, it’s all right,” declared the French officer. “We can't bag Frita every time, especially when he runs away, but there are other shows coming.” The Colonel camo in, calmly, He sald it was tho first bombardment and raid he had ever directed and he was well satisfied. “By the great horn spoon,” he said, “we surely did give them a pounding.” : “That's what wo did,” chimed in the chaplain, and the Colone} directed “Red’ to distribute the rest of the cigars, after which we talked about politics and people we knew in the United States and about the high cost of Itving—about anything but the war, At the extreme front is the only place in France where they talk about other subjects than the war. Later in the night I talked with men who bad been in the raid, Their descriptions were not very descriptive. Said one: | “Veo get out there pretty early and take our positions, At first it was something like waiting for a car, We could hear the shells dropping in front of us and beyond and hear the guns booming behind, and then it began to get dark and the Licutenant started coming along the line ex- amining our equipment and jollying us, and it wasn't so bad. But the ten minutes before the time to BO gver was the longest ten minutes I ever Dut tn. That last walt gets you. As soon as we got the Word the strain was off and over we went and back again, and it wasn't much different from taking a stroll in the park." “What did you think about mostly during that last ten minutes of waiting?” I asked, “Well,” replied the soldier slowly, and I could see that he was con- selentiously searching his memory, “I reckon the most I thought about was how glad I'd be if I could smoke a cigarette.” Up to this writing our fighting has been devoted to raiding and repell- ing rafds, From what I have learned at other points on the front, the raid I have described is typical of all our activities in that direction, in so far as it represents the spirit of the men and the officers, We haven't been engaged in any extensive operations ‘as yet, but everything we have touched shows that the American soldier, no matter to what division of the army he is attached, stands the gaff under all conditions and 1s competent to hold his own. Our artillery opened up again shortly after 12 o'clock that night and the bombardment continued until daylight, while I tried to sleep on two blankets on the floor with my overcoat for a pillow—but that 1s another story. PERSHING REPORTS | p 5 NEW NAMES ON 5 CASUALTY LST WASHINGTON, April 13.—Gen. Pershing’s latest casualty lst, meade | public by the War Department, con- | tains fifty-one names, making the | total of the American casualties in France 2. 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