Pacific service magazine . Argonne. All that day they fought likewild men, killing and capturing manyGermans, and when night slowly andcarefully folded its blanket of darknessover them they had advanced sevenkilometers. Our task was to prepare the roads sothe artillery could move forward, and wehad orders to have them in passable con-dition by 1 oclock that afternoon, a seem-ingly impossible task. Without wastingwords, however, I will say the light andheavies went over on sched-uled time. On Sunday afternoon,September 29th, at 4:30 ourcompany went over thetop with the doughboys,fighting until
Pacific service magazine . Argonne. All that day they fought likewild men, killing and capturing manyGermans, and when night slowly andcarefully folded its blanket of darknessover them they had advanced sevenkilometers. Our task was to prepare the roads sothe artillery could move forward, and wehad orders to have them in passable con-dition by 1 oclock that afternoon, a seem-ingly impossible task. Without wastingwords, however, I will say the light andheavies went over on sched-uled time. On Sunday afternoon,September 29th, at 4:30 ourcompany went over thetop with the doughboys,fighting until dark, and wekilled and captured severalhundred Germans and ad-vanced over three kilo-meters. During the night five ofour command, includingmyself, became detachedfrom our first line position,the entire line falling backto straighten out and maketheir line secure on bothflanks. Finding ourselvesalone we decided to standfast until morning, and , ,? u ,, c , , , , ? J Leslie Hall Smy when dawn at last came and of De Sabia. we were able to distinguish objects, wesaw what we thought to be our line form-ing in front of us. Advancing towardthem we discovered that they were theGermans front line, so, needless to say,we very quickly backed up and bar-ricaded ourselves in a shell-torn house onthe edge of a small village. By the time it was quite daylight myfour companions and myself decided tomake another stand. This we did andfought trying to hold the village againstgreat odds. After a little while our sup-ply of ammunition became exhausted, sothere was but one thing left to do, try andreach our lines. So out of the old houseand over the hill we started. Scarcelyhad we gone twenty feet when a machinegunner hit one of my pals and afterknocking him down riddled his body withbullets. A second later another pal fellwounded in front of me, and a secondlater they got me through the left I fell near a shell hole andcrawled into it, dressed my wound andlay out there until 7:30
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