The fighting mascot, the true story of a boy soldier . right over the Germans firsttrench, with all its guns spouting. I was almost there now, and I saw our ladspiling in on top of the Huns. Ow! How theydid pile in on them! Even the artillery couldn tdrown the chorus of yells and groans that cameup from that tangle of fighters. It was like awhole menagerie of starved wildcats let didnt think of anything then but of jumpinginto the fight. There wasnt time to be afraid. As I reached the trench I came up in front ofa big Hun, who was standing on the parapet withhis gun raised over his hea
The fighting mascot, the true story of a boy soldier . right over the Germans firsttrench, with all its guns spouting. I was almost there now, and I saw our ladspiling in on top of the Huns. Ow! How theydid pile in on them! Even the artillery couldn tdrown the chorus of yells and groans that cameup from that tangle of fighters. It was like awhole menagerie of starved wildcats let didnt think of anything then but of jumpinginto the fight. There wasnt time to be afraid. As I reached the trench I came up in front ofa big Hun, who was standing on the parapet withhis gun raised over his head and his bayonetpointing down at me. I ducked my head and went for him. I d havebeen a goner if I hadn t. It was my only bayonet must have slid over me just as myown got him in the stomach. He threw up hisarms, his gun came tumbling over me, and hewent down on his knees, while his body slowlycrumpled up into a heap. Its queer what thoughts sometimes come intoa chaps mind at such moments. As I jabbedhim the words of that Welsh Fusilier ran. One of our lads brought the butt of a gun down on his head ^^GIVE ^EM THE BAYONET!^ 79 through my head: ^^Youll know the Lord isglad every time you stick your bayonet into aHun. And I did know it. I knew the Lordwas fighting on our side, as Father 0 Brien hadtold us, and that I was doing His work. A good many of our men had jumped clearover that first trench and had gone on to thenext, but when I made the leap I landed in thebottom in a heap. It isnt easy to make a longjump with a rifle in your hands unless yourelong in the legs, and Im not. When I got to my feet I saw a German comingfor me. I jumped back a foot or two just as hemade a lunge for me with his bayonet, and hemissed me by an inch. He was going at meagain, when one of our lads brought the butt ofa gun down on his head and knocked him cold. About twenty feet away there were some moreGermans, but before I had to worry about thema bomber did the trick for the whole lot. T
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