Primary tabs
Transcription
[Page 99]
6th I am sitting in my little dugout & it is just exactly 6 oclock, I have been up early getting some parties away & I had just sat down to write & the instant I took the pen in my hand thousands of guns lashed out as one, words cannot describe what is going on as I write this the air is simply chock full of screaming & howling shells & everything around is vibrating & quivering like a leaf while the noise is indescribable just one perpetual boom, & the only thing you can pick out is the sharp bark of the 18 pounders for a lot of them are quite close to us, the view from my dugout is a splendid yet terrible one, we seem to be between 2 walls of fire the flashes of our guns behind & the burst of the shells in front, where the line can easily be followed by the orange blue, yellow, pink, green & many varieties of red & golden flashes from the various explosives used, & mingling among this medley of lights are the German flares & S.O.S. & onion strings which he is madly throwing in the air, for well he