The literary digest . Ilanis, Se^vaRe Disposal Systems, telliuR about •., )t^KEwAnEE Siiecial ^ to life itself. A few nights ago I wasforward observing for a raid which we puton. The usual panic of flares went up asthe enemy became aware that our chapswere tlirough his wire. Then machine gunsstarted ticking like ten thousand lunaticclocks, and of a sudden the S. O. S. bar-rage came down. One watched and waited,sending back orders and messages, tryingto judge by signs how affairs were the clamor died away, and nightbecame as silent and dark as ever. Onewaited anxiously
The literary digest . Ilanis, Se^vaRe Disposal Systems, telliuR about •., )t^KEwAnEE Siiecial ^ to life itself. A few nights ago I wasforward observing for a raid which we puton. The usual panic of flares went up asthe enemy became aware that our chapswere tlirough his wire. Then machine gunsstarted ticking like ten thousand lunaticclocks, and of a sudden the S. O. S. bar-rage came down. One watched and waited,sending back orders and messages, tryingto judge by signs how affairs were the clamor died away, and nightbecame as silent and dark as ever. Onewaited anxiously for definite word; hadour chaps gained what they were after orhad they ^ alked into a baited trap? Two hours elapsed; then through theloneliness one heard the lagging tramp oftired men, which came nearer and drewlevel. You saw them snowed on by thewaning moon as they passed. You sawtheir rounded shoulders and the fatnessof their heads—you knew that they wereGerman prisoners. Limping in the lear,one arm flung about a comrades neck,came our wounded. .Just toward dawn thedead went by, lying with an a
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