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In a World That Is Shaken by Endless Concussion
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Robert A. Drake, Driver of Ambulance on
French Front, Tells of Battle Lines Where
Blasts Tear Men and Materials Apart. ‘
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By ROBERT A. DRAKE, |
Winner of French War Crpss.
Even ii. .ne deep bomb-proof dug
puts we could feel distinct jars when
an “arrivee” (a German shell) hit the
ground, whether it exploded or not.
Vhen the shells did explode, the jar
was so violent that dirt and rocks
ctrumbled down on us, and often rain
td on,the blankets of the wounded in
showers of gravel and debris.
In the very deep dugout of Ferme
Hemeret, despite its well trussed roof,
buge pieces of sandstone often be
came dislodged, and whenever 1 re
turned to the place after being else-
Where for a few days I observed new,
big cracks in the 30-foot crust of
varth above.
At St. Gils, where big shells ended
their trip from “Germany” in a fleld
about 200 yards from the road where
my car was, the heavy ambulance
was shocked by each thud so that
the stretcher-racks rattled. And when
I saw the frame of another man’s
ambulance racked completely out of
true, my respect for the effect of
mere concussion became intense.
The respect was cHanged almost to
fear after I saw floor boards fastened
down with two-inch screws ripped up
completely by the air-compression
from a shell. Though not the tiniest
fragment touched that car, yet both
its side doors were blown clean off.
Rip Flagg's ambul",.'xce had the
sheet-metal of its hood battered into
dents as if it had peen banged by a
huge hammer-blow. That same con
cussion tore the inner side of his front
mud-guard away from the numerous
steel rivets that held it—and the piece
was blown away so far that we never
found it.
Concussions Tear Men's Limbs.
After witnessing a few examples
fike these, I was able to credit the in
formation that occasionally these ter
rific blasts actually torq off the arms
and legs of men near by.
Life amid this endless concussion
brought sleepleéssness and headache.
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The shrieks of the shells made a con
stant nervous tension of attentiveness,
The sound was unforgettable after it
had been heard a few times, yet it
was dificult to reproduce after one
had been a¥vay" from the front for
more than a week or two, When we
came back again, however, we were
able instantly to recognize again all
the differing sounds made by shells of
different sizes and character.
One of our stations as in a right
angled corner of the line, close to the
trenches, with the Germans firing
from three sides. The noise was like
that of a flerce north gale sweeping
through trees and through the cracks
in a house. There were curious
sounds of tearing and ripping In the
air that approached until, for an
instant, the shells seemed surely to
be driving straight for the dugout.
In another instant we heard the noises
whimpering away overhead.
We timed the courses of shells
often. The time from the first dull
boom of the German gun to the crash
that terminated the whistle of f{ts
shell’s flight was nearly the same al
ways for each variety of shell shriek
—twenty, twenty-one and twenty
three seconds, according to the kind
of shell. Short as the time was, it
seemed enormously long, for one
could not know if the shell would
land half a mile away or within half
a yard.
Waiting for Explosions.
During such tense periods of wait
ing, men's minds became so fixed that
they could not, for the moment, re
member even the names of their
comrades. I saw that the strain had
its effect even on the set, sober, ,un
smiling faces of the silent strgtcher
bearers,
Some of the Americans used to
laugh nervously at first. They soon
stopped, as the undefined fear grew
on them.
A curious thing was when we were
outside, sheitering with our ambu
lances between walls in the open.
On such occasions the stretcher
bearers often stood at the entrance
of tht dugout, lifting their arms to
signal the coming of shells, It was
strangely a&s if the flylng shrieks
were some unearthly music, and the
bearers were leading the orchestra,
Sometimes the whines of the shells
decreased as they came nearer. Then
would could see the Frenchmen hesi
tate whether to dive for the dugout or
not. Another decreasing whistle and
one would say in relief: “Ah! Farther
away!” And then, often, a shriek
would burst overhead and everybody
plunged madly for the cave.
In intervals between bombardments
we usually wrote letters, for nobody
wanted to talk. While the silence
lasted, the scratching of pens seemed
immensely loud. Then, all at once,
the tearing sound would break the
silence. The shadowy forms of the
bearers cringed unconsciously in an
ticipation of the explosion, accus
tomed though they were to the noise.
Nearer and nearer fell the shells till
there were whistlings that made us
verily believe that the next shell must
burst into the place.
“Voila!” said a stretcher-bearer
sitting on the bench beside a boy with
a broken arm. Our hearts stopped
beating for two or three seconds.
Another scream, still nearer, seemed
to wipe out our very existence. An
other! “It's nearer!” muttered one.
It was. 1t woke®up a chap who had
been snoring in a corner, and it took
a real noise to stir him!
“A dQud!” exclaimed my partner, “It
hit in the marsh down by the cross
roads!” (A “dud” is a shell that fails
to explode.) 3
When the storm of shells seemed
to have lessened greatly, I tried to
finish a letter by inserting the word
“Bang!” every time I heard an ar
rivee. “You can tell how often the
shells are coming in,” I wrote, “by
reading these words at a moderate
rate, Bang! and seeing how long it
takes, you, Bang! between bangs. But
I'm afraid I'm not writing much else
than Bang! Bang! Bang!” I conclud
ed,
In the midst of it two stretcher-
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bearers came in empty-havded from
the trenches. They were panting. As
one of them sat down on tue lowest
steps and removed his steel helmet,
we could see the perspiration drip |
ping from his glistening brow. “To- |
day s the hottest one for shells since |
two months!” gaid the other, snatch
ing his breath between words, “Bar
rage everywhere.”
The flames of the candles and the
gasoline lamps flickered wildly in
the dugouts, even when the shells
exploded far away. In the open, the
blasts caused dozens of varying dis
asters, The heavy glass of my au
tomobile headlights were insufficient
to withstand the forec of the com
pressed air. Finally the window in
my ambulance was shattered, utter-
L\; wholly, blasted into a thousand
ts. -
1 stretched a piece of heavy rub- |
ber over the broken window and fas- |
tened it tightly with tacks driven
deep into hard wood. Rigidly though
it was stretched, It bellied like a sail
whenever an arrivee burst anywhere
near by.
If we were neai.a French battery
when it began to play, like a fixantlc
bunch of vast firecrackers all going
off together, the cars trembled, and
the cloth screens, in particular, shiv
ered as if they had palsy.
Curious Tricks on Nerves.
There were some humorous effects,
too, of the continuous nervous ten
sion. Sometimes, when sieeping in a
dugout on a quiet night, the sudden
buzz of a big blue-bottle ly was
enough to startle men out of a doze.
Occasionally I awoke !'n the alarming
belief that a fast Austrian®'44” was
| coming right in at the door, only to
ldlscover that it was somebody snor
ing.
On such quiet nights we gvere be
ing startled continually by the distant
rumble of army supply wagons or the
roar of a motorcycle. 1f the day had
been a particularly hard one, and
men’'s nerves were on edge, the mere
rustle of a man turning over in his
blankets, or the falling of a few
crumbs of earth, brought sleepers up
standing.
One day I bored a hole in the front
of my steel helmet so that I could
hang it up on a nail. 1T was driving
netx day toward Cuissy when I heard
the shriek of a tremendous shell so
close that 1 threw r;yelf flat. The
helmet fell off. and t shriek stopped
instantly. 1 picked she helmet yp to
put it on and heard the shriek n‘imin,
but this time it was strangely faint.
Then I discovered that the breeze
whistling through the tiny aperture
right above my head had made such
a perfect imitation of an oncoming
shell that even a veteran might have
been deceived.
“Shell” Noise Deceptive.
One night in the dugout in Vailly
I sat up in, bed listening to a most
peculiar shriek coming from afar, and
coming closer and closer. “fhat's a
funny one!” said I, in a low voice to
the man next to me, old “Fiiar Tuck.”
“What's a funny one?”’ asked he.
“That shell,” said I. “Pst! There it
is again!”
“Shell!” said he disgusted. “It's
me, blowing up my air-pillow! The
damn thing leaks so I have to wake
up every few hours to pump it.§
When a man was in the open, the
first loud whistle of a shell was, ac
cording to unwritten law, the signal
for that man to hurl himseif into the
nearest dugout. That is, if he was
not driving. A driver on the road
was not to stop. Anybody who was
merely killing time obeyed the rule
faithfully. Sometimes the French
men were somewhat careless and in
different, but usually they could find
a dugout even more guickly than we
Americans did. :
“l know where there are some
trained Frenchmen who can dodge
shells!” Paul Greene said to me onc
day after a trip to Ferme Hemeret.
“I was standing in the doorway of
the duzout when a shrapnel shell
screamed ovarhead. 1 never heard it
explode. How could 1?7 Eight flying
Frenchmen salled into my stomach on
their way into the dugout, and I fell
down thirty steps underneath them!"”
If the air was perfectly quiet the
shell could be heard in plenty of
time to get safely under cover, but if
auto trucks or other heavy vehicles
were golng over rough roads near by
the warning shriek often was not
Leard til it was too late to run.
Men fell so in the habit of listen
ing, that even on quiet days a rmn
who spoke too loudly was often told
to “shut up,” for fear that his voice
would prevent his comrades from
hearing the deadly warning. There
was good excuse for this objection to
undue talk. One night when every
body was talking in one dugout a
shell shriek was unheard, and the
first thing we knew was that a thick
stone wall near by was brought down
with a rush and a piece of the shell
came into the dugout and hit the
chef's dishpan. ’
The French battery men were so
expert at ‘reading’ shell sounds that
they covld actually tell whether or
not a shell was going to explode while
it was still in the air. Often when I
was ducking for cover the gunners
would stand calmly in the open, smil
ing. “No good,” they would say--and,
sure cnough, when that shell landed
no explosion followed.
The next moment, however, they
t might yell, “Watch out!” when a shell
| whistle not half so loud as the first
'one came along overhead. Instantly
'the whole crowd would tumble in a
' mass into their bomb-proof. And up
. in the air and around there would be
a ripping shower of fragments.
| “How-do you know?” I asked.
| “Easy!” they answered. “The shells
thta rarely explode are those that sail
end over end; and the whistle they
'make is different from the others.”
i Life or Death May Depend.
It was important to be able to
“read” shell, for often the only warn
ing of gas was from the sound made
by the gas shell. There was an odor
less gas used by the Germans, and
unless one was aware of the noise
made by such a shell one had no way
of being prepared. So we all learned
carefully that the gas shells did not
explode with a loud bang! but cracked
open with a thudding sound much like
that of a dud.
One most Important function of
shrieks was the stimulating effect
that they had on the lethargy that
affected many of the French soldiers.
“If the boches only knew what a
hurry-up effect these shells have on
| the munition trains,” said one Wally
one day, “I bet they wouldn't shell
i the railroads at all!”
| “F¥ght!” said another chap. ‘Those
!P‘rench wouldn't, fight half so well
. without shell screams to spur them
ion. Listen to those drivers travel!”
| And the teamstérs certainly did travel
when they got near a danger zone.
| I discovered a curious bit of psy
! chology connected with shell. If a
i shell scream began to approach, and
{ just one man in a crowd started on
a run for the dugout, everybody else
! piled in behind him instantly, But
| often, even when a shell was very
! close, if nobody started to run, the
i whole crowd stayed out in the open.
{ We did not relish assignments to
‘posts near the French batteries. This
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Van Hampton Burgin. 19, recently
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been graduated from the aviation
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the time limit of eight months set by
the Government. He was one of three
members of his class to be rated 100
per cent efficient.
Mr. Burgin is a son of Mr. !nd Mrs.
F. A. Burgin, No. 231 Myrtle street.
He was a crack tennis player during
his high school career, and during the
construction of the cantonment at
Camp Gordon 'was one of the Govern
ment checkers. From this work he
went to the Tech Aviation School, and
from there was sent to Austin. From
that school he has been ordered to a
flying fleld “somewhere in the United
States.”
was not primarily because the Ger
mans shelled such localities more. It
was because the ceaseless. noise and
the concussions were so disagreeable.
In time I grew to hate the roar of the
gun—a hatred of the noise as if it
were something horrible and personi
fied. It was especially hard to bear
when one was 80 tired out that his
nerves were ‘‘panicky.” At such times
the ingistent bellows of the war's ar
tificial thunder produced effects that
in the end nearly nauseated men.
Loneliness made the noises all but
unendurable. At times, when a man
had to wait in some solitary spot, he
would get {nto a condition that made
him almost cut and run—not from
fear, but merely for the sake of reach
ing human companionship. In the
underground dressing stations it was
bad enough when there were only two
of us. “It would be hell up here for
one fellow alone!” said Phil Fisher
to me one depressing evening, near
Ostel. We looked around at the sl
lent stretcher bearers, who sat along
the wall, and we both agreed that
their company was worse than none
at all.
At home I never lrad regarded a
thunderstorm as a pleasant thing. In
France, after hearing the roll of the
cannon for weeks at a time, the sud
den crash of genuine thunder was
such a relief as to be more than wel
come.
After a while we worked out a sort
0! human barometer for gauging the
shell weather when we approached an
underground dressing station near the
front. It was like this:
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~—Frenchmen walking about calmly
and showing grand dl-regnrd for
dQugouts. Interpretation-—Plenty of
time to turn car around and trig
wheels,
Shell Weather—Stormy. Indications
—Utter absence of Frenchmen or a
few worrled-looking ones hunting
dugouts in crouched attitudes. Inter
pretation—Never mind turning your
car. Drive for dugout at top speed,
Problems in Bhell Noises.
There are many questions in re
gard to shell noises that caused hours
of heated but always fruitiess discus
sion. One 3uution was: Why does
the whine of some shells decrease in
volume with its approach, and vice
versa if it was due to overshoot the
target? Most of the men of our sec
tion, however, held that it was all a
question of whether or not the shell
traveled swiftly enough to outdis
tance its own noise,
“Sound doesn't go so very fast'
sald one, "and it's perfectly possible
for a shell to beat its own scream.”
Another argument that kept the
section stirred up was caused by the
allegation that the Germans had some
shells that had two explosive effects.
“Pap”’ was a leading exponent of this
theory. "One explosion,” sald he, oc
curs while it is etill in the gir. The
second one occurs when it strikes. So
you get a combination of shrapnel and
crdinary explosive shell in one.”
“Don't you believe it," objected Pe
tey, who represented the skeptics.
“What you think is a double explo
gion is nothing but the echo of the
noise!”
Another question that kept us
awake was the stock inguiry: “Does
'a heavy bombardment cause rain
fallY"! |
“Whenever the French attack it
rains,” was a regular saying. One‘
heard it again and again. I noted{
that many times it was true. |
“But it doesn’t rain when the boches
attack,” sald an iconoclast one night,
trinvmphantly. ‘
. The thing that caused the most in
tensely personal interegt was the
‘army slogan about the shells: “You
‘don’t_hear the one that hits you!”
Strangely enough, pone of our scien
tists wanted to make a personal ex
periment to test the truth of the the
ory!
~ The noises from the French bat
teries were .nfinite in variety accord
ing to the nature of their surround
ings and to thelr proximity. In one
place the famous 756's were in a huge
‘battery at the bottom of a natural
amphitheater, The high bluffs that
rsurroumled it echoed the =sharp,
crashing reports of the gums with
such a strange acoustic result that
many times It was recognized by us
‘all as being identical with the echo
ing of the trap guns near the Harvard
Standium in Cambridge. The reason
viae the same., The sound across the
' sea was caused by the echoes from a
i(le(‘nrati\‘e iron fence, instead of, as
in I'rance, by shell-pitted hill tops.
' On the road to Ostel the 75's were
in a battery so near the places where
we drove that they not only shook
the cars up and damaged them, as al
ready told, but they fooled us curious
ly. On the way to the Ostel poste
one day, Tommy, my mate, yelled:
“Blow-out!” 1, too, was sure that I
had heard the sharp “plop!” of a
bhursting tire; and I had the digust
ing vision of running a couple of
miles on the “flat,” for I had not the
slightest desire to stop and make re
pairs where we were. That particu
lar part of the road was being care
fully observed just then from three
German balloons!
Tommy looked at the wheels on his
side guickly and sang ocut’ “All right
here!” He steadied the steering
wheel, and 1 looked at my side. The
tires were intact.
“Plop!" the sound came again. Then
we knew what it was, It was a 75
firing from a battery directly behind
the car.
Gunflashes at Night Worse.
Bad as the noise was, there were
times when the flashes were even
worse for nerves. It was worse at
night, and especially if the night was
very black. Driving along a road
near the front then (with all lights
out, of course) the blinding flashes
from guns near and far made eye
sight simply nonexistent, The dark
ness was all the more impenetrable
for these momentary, dazzling flashes.
One could do nothing except just steer
unseeing into the black pocket. Oc
casionally, if the road happened to be
in front of a battery, the shells would
pass not 50 feet overhead. Then we
had blindness and concussion and
‘deafening noise all combined.
When the French started their
apring drive toward Craonne 1 was
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fa the rear of the active zone, My
roommate, ‘Wally," sang out:
“Come and sce the gunfire!”
Through the open sloping skylight
of the garrot 1 saw, for a moment, by
stra!ning my eyes, a far, black hori
zon, All ut once that whole immense
ly long stretch of black sky lighted
up with monstrous pulsations of fame
like the Northern Lights—but, ltke the
Northern Lights, magnified a thou
eand times.
Then rain began to patter on the
roof, as If the storm that grumbled
and roared on that far distant sky
were, indeed, a storm In the clouds.
All through that night of gentle rain
the thundering guns continued, never
slackening, till morning. Then, sud
denly, a single sharp boom sounded
through the steady roll of noise, and
at that first single sound that made
{tself audible we sald: “Aha! It's
letting up now!”
After Battle for Craonne.
Twenty-four hours later I was rest
ing on a stretcher inside of my am
bulance, near the front, trying to
sleep, The rain was pattering still,
an«d my brain, instead of ylelding to
weariness, was busily reviewing again
the wild, dishevelled hair and the tired
eyes of the thousands of soldiers
whom I had seen tramping through
the mud that day.
“1 will eat dinner at Craonne before
1 corne back,” the French general had
said, “or 1 will not come back at alll”
And these were the men who had
faced death to make his declaration
good.
Under usual conditions the artillery
fire hacame desultory after daybreak,
Howeveor cruelly the big shells might
have been pounding the roads during
the night, morning generally found
the fiont so quiet that cars ven
tured well toward the trenches and
officers on inspection tours often
walked across the flelds from battery
to battery. The artillery men came
out of their hgles for a morning
promenade, and feyg the time being the
war seemd to be gopped completely.
Sometimes, howdver, this routine
was rudely broken by one side or the
other. One morning about eleven the
Germans suddenly opened a tremen
ous fire. Within a few moments the
heavens seemed rent. All the roads
were whipped by the fiery ecurtain.
Hour after hour passed and there was
no lessening of the vast attack.
Pollus Cut Off by Barrage.
As I drove along a road just out
side o fthe sweep of that hurtle of
ghell, T came upon a group of sol
diers sitting beside the road. Their
Insignia showed that they belonged
to a regiment that was then In the
trenches.
“Bonjour!” I said. “It's a little
warm up there, isn't it?” By “up
there” one meant the trenches.
“Oui!’ they replied in unison. “Tts
so warm that only five men out of one
150 of one company are left, we hear!
We have just come back from leave,
from Paris, We hear that our divi
sfon is to be relleved tonlght. Did
you hear that rumor, also? There
fore, we wait here. If our regiment
comes out, there is no time for us to
go to the trenches at all!”
1 said ndthing in answer. T pitied
the men, and understood. I saw
worry written on their faces, too. If
their division were not relleved—and
the chances were altogether that it
would not be—then these men would
be subject to court-martial for not
reporting. Yet, fresh from the gay
eties of Paris, what human being
could have wanted deliberately to po
into that thundering, fearful, devast
ating barrage?
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ginning at 6:30 o'clock. Dr. Ashby
Jones will be the principal speaker,
and Secretary Fred Houser has pre
pared an unusually interesting pro
gram, with some stunts. .
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valuables burn? You can’t afford to take chances with your
Liberty Bonds, Insurance Policies, Deeds, Notes, Jewelry, ete.,
when you can have absolute safety for them in this big vault.
COSTS LESS THAN ONE CENT A DAY.
BROAD AND MARIETTA STREETS.
(Buy War Savings Stamps)
FORGERIES ON BREAD CARDS.
AMSTERDAM, Jan. 26.—The Berliner
Tageblatt announces that at the next
distribution of cards to the inhabitants
of Berlin, the bread, fat and potato
cards will, for the first time, be issued
on special water-marked paper. This is
done for the purpose of quickly detecting
frauds.
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The doctor knows
why and what he
is preseribing.
His knowledge and
skill ~ count for
naught unless the
druggist who fills
the- prescription
does so with min
ute accuracy and
also uses only
fresh, pure drugs.
Filling preserip
tions is more than
merely a business
at Cone's—it is a
profession — a sa
cred duty — which
demands and gets
our consecientious
and expert atten
tion.
If you value de
pendability, knowl
edge, experience,
you'll find our pre
seription service in
valuable.
Prescriptions tele
phoned by your
doctor will, in erit
ical times, be filled
and delivered at
once.
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DrvGSToRE" §
ile the Weath
While the Weather
l.et us overhaul your motor or
paint your car,
We have done this work for elev
en years and have as good or the
hest equipped machine shop in the
South,
Better work at lower prices.
Call 345-J at my expense. E; A,
Nichols, manager, BRUMBY GAR.
AGE, Marletta.
Play Safe! ' Prevent Serious lll
ness by Promptly Administering
Dr. Bell's Pine-Tar-Honey.
Prompt use of Dr. Bell's Pine-Tar-
Honey does more than break up your
cough. It may be the “ounce of pre
vention” that saves you dangerous
sickness. Doctors declare the com
mon cold one of the serious diseases,
with results like pneumonia and tu
berculosis, which cause a large por
tion of human mortality.
For years Dr. Bell's Pine-Tar-
Honey has been remarkably success
ful with coughs, colds, grippe, croup
and throat, chest or bronchial trou
bles. 'Time has proved its healing
balsams will soothe and relleve irri
tation, breathing will be easler, while
its antiseptic properties kill the
germs which caused infection and are
retarding recovery. Children like it.
That ‘‘putting off treatment” {s
dangerous. At the first sign of a
cough, start taking Dr. Bell's Pine-
Tar-Honey.—Advertisement.
DROP ON A CORN!
Hurt? No, not one bit! .
Just drop a little Freezone on
that touchy corn, instantly it
stops aching then you lift that
bothersome corn rightoff. Yes
magic! Costs only a few cents.
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Why wait? Your druggist sells
a tiny bottle of Freezone for a few
cents, sufficient to rid your feet of
every hard corn, soft corn, or corn
between the toes, and calluses,
without soreness or irritation. -
Freezone is the much talked of
discovery of the Cincinnati genius.
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