THE LITTLE CORPORAL'S STORY
HIS THREE FIGHTS. • By Telegraph—Press Association—Copyright ■ (Rec. October l,'l a.m.) • -i London, September 30. A little corporal, witli a bandaged head,..a''foot partially paralysed/' arid mimis an arm, from the battle-front at Loos,, said: "Everyone itched for - a scrap, and when, the word to; advance came:,-.we were like a menagerie let loose • as : we sprinted for the- enemy's* trenches; I selected a fellow,' power-ful-looking, like Jack Johnson, dodged ■a blow from the butt of his rifle, and bayonetted, him; then I took on an-' other, and down ho went. My third man looked more like a patriarch than a. soldier. 'Oh, don't!' lie cried, as I dashed at him. I hadn't the heart to finish the job. 1 "We .went through trench ' after trench, .until the Germans'were piled thick. A terrific; machine-gun fire • swept us. I saw strong German forces advancing. We dashed, among them witli terrible effect. Our artillery wrought fearful havoc/the enemy literally being blown to pieces. Six Germans assailed one of our men, and he 'accounted for all of them.' The.bravest among us were the chaplains, who stuck to our sides, where the fightiiig was fiercest." ' ; ; • ■ '
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Dominion, Volume 9, Issue 2581, 1 October 1915, Page 8
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