They Went Right to Work Dislodging the Huns from the Houses.
In every conceivable point of shelter, from every thicket, bit of woodland, hollow or knoll around the village there were enemy machine-gun units, with here and there larger calibre quick-firing fieldpieces, sending a perfect hail of lead and iron across the fields at those ever-advancing boys in khaki.
But it mattered little to the boys in khaki how fast and furious came this death-dealing rain of bullets, for they kept right on into the village, and they went right to work dislodging the Huns from the houses, using rifle, hand-grenades, bayonets and pistols. The enemy sought every means of protection; they fortified themselves behind walls which the American artillery had left standing, or behind piles of débris the shelling had made. They poked their rifles and machine-guns out of windows, and cellar-entrances, and down from roof tops. They made street barriers of parts of ruined buildings, and thus contested every inch of ground until the Americans were upon them and when they could no longer fight, they surrendered.Some ran away while some went down fighting, for they had been told it was better to die than to be taken prisoner by the cruel Americans.
When the village of Bouresches was clean of Huns, their artillery made it hot for the conquerors. So marines and the doughboys found it their turn to seek shelter. They did this so well that after hours of shelling they had hardly lost another man.
Meanwhile, the troops not needed to defend the village from counter-attacks of the enemy, rapidly re-formed and turned to make the first assault on Belleau Wood, a hill crowned with a jungle of trees and thickets. This stronghold of the enemy had for three days proved impregnable. After the artillery had hammered it a while, tearing to pieces half the trees on its southern edge, a reorganized regiment of marines made a final charge, yelling like Indians, and gained the crest. Then they swept through the forest, broke up the enemy machine-gun nests and drove nearly double their number of Huns out of the place. This was the bloodiest hand-to-hand fighting, for they had to use the bayonet almost exclusively. Even at this game the Americans proved themselves superior to the enemy, not only man to man, but when fighting in formation. Necessarily it was a scattering fight, but it illustrated the personal valor and intelligence of the Yanks.
Thus, on June 11, 1918, the German strongholds at and near Château-Thierry sector were captured, and their line pushed back over three miles. Never again were the Huns to advance, but always to retreat until the war ended. They had, as it were, run against a stone wall from the top of which now floated the Stars and Stripes.
Corporal Stapley had been among those to charge into and capture Bouresches. He had, of course, been in the ranks with his platoon, dashing forward, dropping on the ground, hearing the bullets sing above and around him; then going on again, blinded to everything but the mad desire to come up with those machine-gun nests and to destroy the men and guns which were trying so hard to destroy him and his comrades. And reach the positions of the gun nests they did. But as some of Stapley’s squad charged a group of six Huns pivoting a gun around and working frantically with the mechanism, Clem was aware that only three other menwere with him. He dimly remembered seeing one or two of them fall, and fail to get up again. But there was no time to think of this now. With bayonets leveled, his comrades followed their fleet-footed corporal and were upon the boches before they could shoot. “Kamerad!” called out one fellow, lifting high his hands, and the others, throwing down their weapons, followed suit. Another marine squad followed without an officer. Clem took command of this also.
“Two of you hold this bunch here! Kill them if they get gay! Come on—the rest of you!”
They ran on. The houses of the village were close at hand and in among these they went. Two of the men had originally qualified as grenade-throwers. Clem told them to blow up anything that looked like a gun nest. The others were to use rifle, bayonet and pistol only. It was necessary to shout these orders above the rattle of guns and yells of the charging marines on every side. The words were hardly out of Clem’s mouth before the long, jacketed barrel of a machine-gun was poked out of a cellar entrance on the street not fifty feet ahead of them and the fire began to streak from its muzzletoward a group of marines coming down a cross street. One of Clem’s new men lighted his grenade, dashed forward, bowled it over-hand with a skill that would have done credit to an expert cricketer. A mass of dust, dirt and mangled objects blew out of the cellar and that gun nest was no more. The little squad rushed on. Opposite a square stone building from a window of which came a burst of flame and a ripping sound. Clem saw some steps to the right which might lead to this nest. He shouted to his men and leaped forward. At the top step he glanced about. Three of his squad lay on the ground. Two were following him. The heavy door was fastened. Clem drew back the butt of his gun to break the lock, but one of the others fired into it, and as they threw their bodies against the door it burst open.
Within a large room, like an inn parlor, two Huns were working the machine-gun and a third met them with leveled rifle. Before Clem could fire one of his men threw his weapon like a Zulu his spear and the bayonet transfixed the Hun, who sank with a gasp. The other marines were upon the two gunners before they had time even toshout “Kamerad!” Freeing their bayonet points all three turned to leave the building when a lone marine jumped in, shouting:
“Gun nest on the roof!”
“Get ’em!” shouted Clem, who was dimly aware that the man was Martin, of his own squad.
They found a stairway. Dashing up this and along a hall, they climbed another flight where they saw a ladder leading to an open trap door.
“I can fix ’em!” cried the remaining grenade man who had a rifle also. He handed the weapon to Clem, ran up the ladder, lighted his fuse and tossed it out on the roof. The explosion brought down plaster within and filled the place with dust; Clem saw the body of a man fall past the window. The grenade man was knocked off the ladder by his own bomb, but he landed on his feet. The four men dashed down to the street, and as they ran along, a Hun from behind a broken wall hurled a grenade at them. Clem leaped to dodge it and two of his men ducked and fell flat, but poor Martin, looking away, caught the full force of the explosion at his feet. They saw him lifted up, twisted about and fall in a broken heap, his clothinghalf torn from his body. They knew their friend’s death had been instantaneous. Clem was pushed back as by a great wind. The two other men were rolled over and over. One of them looked up from where he lay and saw the Hun grinning at them. Hejumped up andleveled his gun, but the Hun dodged back and they only had a glimpse of him lighting another grenade. With all the speed at his command Clem made for the wall, and with a leap cleared it. He came down on the fellow with both feet, at the same time stabbing downward with his bayonet. He felt the mass beneath his feet quiver and sink inert. Then Stapley started to climb back over the wall and found himself pushed back by his other two men who followed him over. Seven Germans coming along the street, had seen the three marines and started toward them, firing. The three Americans gave them such a warm reception that two of the Huns dropped in their tracks and the other five turned and fled.
“After ’em, boys!” shouted Clem, and the three chased along a narrow street to the eastern edge of the town where the Germans turned a corner and came face to face with a full platoon of Americans who took them prisoner.
The lieutenant in charge of this unit took great pleasure in the sight of five Germans being pursued by three Americans. As the little squad came up, he asked Clem to report action and casualties.
“Orders now are to report southwest of the village. Battalion will reform. Fall in with us.”
Clem was glad of this. Though such fighting was intoxicating while it lasted, it was sickening business after all. He had had enough of it. He was glad he had done his duty—glad the town had been won and if there were enough men left to hold the place, but a rest wouldn’t go badly. Still, if there was to be more of such work, he was ready.
Ambulancier Donald Richards, with Washington White beside him, but without his usual grin, drove his much battered car down the military road and across the scarlet-flowered fields in the direction of the battle sounds. From a rise of ground he could see advancing lines of men, some distance apart, moving rapidly for a short space and dropping on the ground; then arising and going forward to repeat the movement—all this carried out with wonderful precision. At one moment there were a thousand men thus spread out, moving swiftly. At the next moment they were all prone on the ground, in perfect unison.
Don understood this perfectly. He had witnessed the same tactics a few days before in the charge on Bouresches and they had won. But the attempt to win Belleau Wood had been frustrated for three days by the terrible machine-fire which greeted the determined Americans. Would it be possibleto attain their object this time before they were all killed?
For he could see also, all over the field behind the charging soldiers, many men who had fallen. In spots the ground was strewn with bodies of the wounded and dead. As he gazed, horror-stricken yet fascinated by the spectacle, he could discern the thinning out of the charging lines, as they swept forward.
“We’ve got to get right down there, Wash, and bring some of those fellows out,” Don said.
“Down whar? On de groun’ whar dem sojers is kilt? Say, Mist’ Donal’, yu done that-a-way t’other day en’ yu-all knows how dis amberlance looked when hit come out. En’ yu kin see now how she looked. En’ hit wa’n’t no foolishness of ours dat we didn’t get sent to Kingdom Come. En’ ’tain’t always dese yer po’ white Heinies is gwine miss us. Boun’ tu git it some time.”
“Oh, forget it, Wash! You always think we’re going to get hurt. You see we haven’t been hurt yet and that’s as good as just starting out.”
On the ambulance went, dodging shell-holes, running around natural obstacles, rapidly nearing the ground across which the marines had charged not five minutes before. The boys overtook a light, active fellow, on foot and trotting, though now with lagging steps, and Don knew him for a messenger. Don slowed down and asked the lad to hop in for a lift. But this was only for a fourth of a mile, for they then soon came well within the edge of the zone of flying bullets and shells. Here they met the firstbrancardierswith a wounded man, so the ambulance came to a stop. Without a word the runner leaped out and dashed on. Don and Wash were filled with admiration for these nervy fellows, who seemed to have no thought of danger in carrying messages to officers in the field. Right here another runner came to Don.
“Captain Baston says tell you there are five men, all badly wounded, in a shell hole—over there, near those poplar trees—and they ought to be got out. It won’t do to carry them far, he said. Got the nerve to make it?”
Did he have the nerve? He saw that this first case was not a bad one and could stand a little jolting. He told thebrancardiersto load on their man and hop in. Then heturned his car across in line with the German fire.
“I kin wait heah twill yuh come back. Yu ain’t got no special use fo’ me,” Wash began, but this time only a look from Don ended the negro’s protest. In three minutes he had reached the shell-hole by the trees. Half a dozen direct or ricocheting machine-gun bullets had hit the ambulance, but had done no more damage than to add to the holes and dents already in its sturdy sides.
It was the work of but a few minutes for the twobrancardierswith their one stretcher, and Don and Wash with another, to get most of the wounded fellows into the ambulance, while shells and smaller calibre missiles flew and struck all round them. The last poor chap was suffering with a wound in the leg. Entirely out of his mind he fought against being moved, so Wash went back with the bearers to hold the soldier on the stretcher. As they started back, Don, who had been glancing at his carburetor, began to lower the hood over his motor.
The sound of an approaching shell; nothing can describe it; the long swish of a carriage whip, the rush of water at high pressure from the nozzle of a hose, the wind singingpast a kite string—these might barely suggest it. Hearing it once it is never forgotten. Don looked when he noticed it; one must do that when it is near, though. Trying to dodge a shell is as useless as ducking at lightning. Then came the thud of the projectile and the almost simultaneous explosion. The boy’s eyes, just above the hood, had been upon the approaching stretcher. The next instant the group of four—thebrancardiers, Wash and the raving man—had ceased to exist amidst a furious upheaval of flame and earth and stones. Innumerable flying pieces struck the engine hood and Don’s helmet. The wounded men were protected by the sides of the ambulance.
Don walked slowly over and looked down at the hole made by the shell; he glanced around at the torn and twisted bodies flung twenty feet away. Something like a sob choked him as he recognized the black face of his helper. Don had almost compelled him to come within this area of awful danger, else the poor fellow would have been living now. Flinging a suggestion of salt water from his eyes, the boy leaped to his seat and addressed the wounded men behind him:
“Where was the nearest dressing station set up?”
“Back of that low hill to the left,” a weak voice directed, and the car shot forward.
“Get ’em in here! You bring in the biggest loads, so keep at it!” said the field-surgeon. “Others of your crowd are getting them back to the evacuation hospital all right. Go to it, boy!”
And again Don went flying toward the fighting front, toward the level fields filled with crimson flowers, waving grass or ripening grain, stretched south and west from Belleau Wood.
Up the slopes of the hill he could now see the indomitable marines, still charging, overcoming all opposition, destroying the machine-gun nests, bayoneting the gunners, and defeating every attempt of the enemy to check their attack. On into the fields—to the very foot of the hill—Don drove his car, looking to the right and left forblessés. The bullets, as never before, sung around him, threshing out the grass and grain, and tearing up the blood-red poppies.
Here also the stretcher-bearers were more than busy. Two, with a wounded man, came running to Don. Another woundedman crawled and dragged himself toward the car, until the boy saw and helped him. The soldier could speak only in halting accents.
“There’s one—our corporal—down back—bush. Helped me—water—canteen. Fainted, then—good fellow—get him.”
Don, fishing in his pockets for his ammonia spirits and grabbing a water bottle, ran to the spot designated, a hundred feet away. The marine lay on his stomach, his face hidden in the crook of his left arm. Evidently he had come to. The other arm lay limp on the grass. A clot of blood stained the clothing on his left side.
“Ambulancierhere. I’ll help you, or get a stretcher if you can’t—” Don began, stooping to lift the fellow. The wounded man twisted about, raised his head and once again Don Richards and Clement Stapley gazed into each other’s eyes. But the look of defiance was gone.
“Clem, poor chap, are you hurt much? Where?”
“Arm busted, Don. Side cut a little. Flesh wound, I think. If it’s worse, tell mother and dad.”
“I don’t believe it’s bad, Clem. Don’tyou think it! We’ll see that it isn’t. My car—”
“I can walk to it, perhaps. Legs O. K. Use gun as crutch.”
“No; I’ll help you; carry you, if need be. Get your good arm over my shoulder.”
“That’ll bring you on the side where the bullets—”
“Well, what of that? I don’t—”
“No, you don’t care, but I do, Don. If I get another it’s only one—but you—”
“Never mind! Come on. You know I always have my way. Your arm around my neck.”
With painful laboriousness the two began to walk across. They had gone a dozen feet when Clem heard the sound of a bullet striking flesh. He had heard it too often not to know it. But Don did not hear it. He only sank to the ground. Clem struggled to maintain his footing but fell beside him.
Not killed, are you, Don?”
No answer.
“Done for! And just when we had become friends,” Clem murmured. But upon the instant an arm that he had been unconsciously lying across gave a twitch. Clem lifted himself and looked into the other boy’s face.
“Hey, Don! You’re not dead, are you?”
Don Richards opened his eyes. “If I am, it’s right comfortable, except something’s the matter with my shoulder. Was I hit? Oh yes; sure, I know. I came over to help you; didn’t I? Then I got mine. Head feels queer. Must have gone to sleep. Knocked out, eh?”
“Something like that. But, glory, I’m glad you weren’t killed! I thought you were.”
“The Huns haven’t got a real bullet with my number on it. This was only afake one made of corn pith. Say, let’s make the ambulance and get out of here.”
It was now a still slower and sorrier procession than before, but pluck and mutual helpfulness got the two boys over most of the way untilbrancardierscame to them. One of these latter could drive a car, and he offered to run the ambulance to the dressing station.
Two hours later the two boys, both swathed in bandages, lay on adjoining cots, following operations. Two days later the big, roomy Red Cross base, with its abundant light, comforts, attentive nurses and absence of flies, received them. As they left the evacuation tent for this delightful place, Major Little, still on duty, said to Don:
“I always believed you’d get hit, my boy. You took too much risk. Came pretty near ending you. Just missed the lung by about one inch. But you’ll be all right and so will your friend, the corporal, here. Well, I want to say your work has been admirable and I think they will have something to say about that at the base. Good-bye and good luck!”
And at the base they did have something to say about it, but not alone to Don. Amonth later some French and American officers visited the hospital and they came direct to the easy chairs occupied by Clem and Don on the wide veranda of the old château which had been turned into a convalescent ward.
The American general spoke first, taking the right hand of each lad.
“Well, I suppose you two young scamps know what we do over here to show our appreciation, eh?”
Both boys were silent and much embarrassed.
“Well, one American way, like that of the British, is to mention names in dispatches. You fellows won’t object to that when you hear what is going to be said of you. Corporal, there has been no braver part taken than that by you in the charge on the Bois de Belleau. And we have it that you did some fine work in Bouresches, and on Hill 165. And you—Master Red Cross driver—we have heard some great stories of you. But better than dispatches will be the Medals of Honor for both of you. Here is another matter: We have received data about the arrest of some spies. This, it seems, started back in the States and ended here. Well, that wasnotably fine work—fine work! But our friend here,Monsieur le GénéralMarcier, also has something to say.”
Mister the General, twirling his pointed mustache with a beaming smile, spoke what he had to say quite briefly and it was just as well that he did so, between very bad English and very nasal French, rapidly delivered, the boys could hardly get head or tail of it. They did, however, both get thewell-known wordsat the end of the speech. These delightful syllables wereCroix de Guerre. And then again the American commander spoke:
“It is by just such lads as you have proved yourselves to be that the enemy was stopped and turned back at Château-Thierry. And by many such as you this war will soon be won. You boys will be invalided home and sent across shortly. Be as good citizens as you have been brave men here. Good-bye and good luck!”
The officers went their way, making welcome little speeches to others. Don leaned over and slapped his friend gently on the back.
“Medal of Honor! and theCroix de Guerre!”
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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTEObvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within the text and consultation of external sources.The original text had large drop-capitals at the start of each chapter, and omitted the initial quotation mark in an opening sentence of a conversation. That missing quotation mark hasnotbeen inserted in this etext.Except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the text, and inconsistent or archaic usage, have been retained. For example, shell hole, shell-hole; farm house, farmhouse; boylike, boy-like; jailors; combatting; intrenched.Pg 53,‘mightly independent’ replaced by ‘mightily independent’.Pg 54,‘will be going, to’ replaced by ‘will be going, too’.Pg 56,‘to he satisfied’ replaced by ‘to be satisfied’.Pg 59,‘amply satisified’ replaced by ‘amply satisfied’.Pg 71,‘not checked not’ replaced by ‘not checked nor’.Pg 76,‘handorgan’ replaced by ‘hand organ’.Pg 82,‘muderous Hun’ replaced by ‘murderous Hun’.Pg 95,‘cumulous clouds’ replaced by ‘cumulus clouds’.Pg 96,‘the while thing’ replaced by ‘the white thing’.Pg 102,‘fer a veteran’ replaced by ‘for a veteran’.Pg 108,‘and you—Don’ replaced by ‘And you—Don’.Pg 114,‘the work an so’ replaced by ‘the work and so’.Pg 116,‘They’s have you’ replaced by ‘They’d have you’.Pg 123,‘hideous meledy’ replaced by ‘hideous melody’.Pg 125,‘and said Don’ replaced by ‘and said to Don’.Pg 135,‘camion contigent’ replaced by ‘camion contingent’.Pg 141,‘real while folks’ replaced by ‘real white folks’.Pg 151,‘does it carry then’ replaced by ‘does it carry them’.Pg 158,‘the day everhauling’ replaced by ‘the day overhauling’.Pg 159,‘certain and reggular’ replaced by ‘certain and regular’.Pg 166,‘though homlier’ replaced by ‘though homelier’.Pg 171,‘similiar shouts’ replaced by ‘similar shouts’.Pg 211,‘short shift’ replaced by ‘short shrift’.Pg 219,‘jumped up an’ replaced by ‘jumped up and’.Pg 232,‘well-know words’ replaced by ‘well-known words’.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE
Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been corrected after careful comparison with other occurrences within the text and consultation of external sources.
The original text had large drop-capitals at the start of each chapter, and omitted the initial quotation mark in an opening sentence of a conversation. That missing quotation mark hasnotbeen inserted in this etext.
Except for those changes noted below, all misspellings in the text, and inconsistent or archaic usage, have been retained. For example, shell hole, shell-hole; farm house, farmhouse; boylike, boy-like; jailors; combatting; intrenched.
Pg 53,‘mightly independent’ replaced by ‘mightily independent’.Pg 54,‘will be going, to’ replaced by ‘will be going, too’.Pg 56,‘to he satisfied’ replaced by ‘to be satisfied’.Pg 59,‘amply satisified’ replaced by ‘amply satisfied’.Pg 71,‘not checked not’ replaced by ‘not checked nor’.Pg 76,‘handorgan’ replaced by ‘hand organ’.Pg 82,‘muderous Hun’ replaced by ‘murderous Hun’.Pg 95,‘cumulous clouds’ replaced by ‘cumulus clouds’.Pg 96,‘the while thing’ replaced by ‘the white thing’.Pg 102,‘fer a veteran’ replaced by ‘for a veteran’.Pg 108,‘and you—Don’ replaced by ‘And you—Don’.Pg 114,‘the work an so’ replaced by ‘the work and so’.Pg 116,‘They’s have you’ replaced by ‘They’d have you’.Pg 123,‘hideous meledy’ replaced by ‘hideous melody’.Pg 125,‘and said Don’ replaced by ‘and said to Don’.Pg 135,‘camion contigent’ replaced by ‘camion contingent’.Pg 141,‘real while folks’ replaced by ‘real white folks’.Pg 151,‘does it carry then’ replaced by ‘does it carry them’.Pg 158,‘the day everhauling’ replaced by ‘the day overhauling’.Pg 159,‘certain and reggular’ replaced by ‘certain and regular’.Pg 166,‘though homlier’ replaced by ‘though homelier’.Pg 171,‘similiar shouts’ replaced by ‘similar shouts’.Pg 211,‘short shift’ replaced by ‘short shrift’.Pg 219,‘jumped up an’ replaced by ‘jumped up and’.Pg 232,‘well-know words’ replaced by ‘well-known words’.