Ambulance no10 : personal letters from the front . put their heads above thetrench so as to take their photos, and I FIELD SERVICE 31 have been promised a copy. Also thatthey promised to tell each other whenthey meant to attack or blow up a mining of the trenches is the mosthorrible method of warfare existing, Ithink. There seems so little chance — infact, none. The worst implement of de-struction for the trench-livers is the newkind of projectile called a torpille, asort of torpedo. It is fired from aboutfour hundred metres and is noiseless, verylarge and terribly destructive. Near
Ambulance no10 : personal letters from the front . put their heads above thetrench so as to take their photos, and I FIELD SERVICE 31 have been promised a copy. Also thatthey promised to tell each other whenthey meant to attack or blow up a mining of the trenches is the mosthorrible method of warfare existing, Ithink. There seems so little chance — infact, none. The worst implement of de-struction for the trench-livers is the newkind of projectile called a torpille, asort of torpedo. It is fired from aboutfour hundred metres and is noiseless, verylarge and terribly destructive. Nearly allof the poor fellows we take to the hospi-tal have been sauteby a mine or hit bya torpille. The French have developed aprojectile of the same sort, and neither sidehas had them more than six weeks. Ithas a kind of tail to its head (see sketch)and is shot from a sort of small gun. Ofcourse they shoot big shells of say 210or 280 into the trenches, and so mar-velous is the accuracy of firing that theyexplode often on the floor of the FIELD SERVICE 33 A shell, however, one can hear whistle is very plain, and you haveperhaps one second or two to hide. Thetorpille gives no warning, is just as large,and, therefore, very deadly. Yesterday I visited the trenches. Ileft here at four oclock in the morningand started up the hill through a littlevillage, rather like what the French callme, Booseville, which has been muchbombarded, and then climbed up past dis-used trenches until we came to a sentrywho directed us up to the company wherea friend had promised to meet me. Atlast I found him and we started for thepremier ligne. I felt a little nervousand anxious, as I did not care to getkilled sight-seeing. My friend pointedout some bushes to me, and I had notnoticed what he said, when on passingwithin a foot of another bush I foundmyself looking into the muzzle of a 75gun. For some distance every inch 34 AMERICAN AMBULANCE seemed full of great guns and little guns,al
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