OH YEAH!

Rangiora Gunner, Volume 1, Issue 6, 20 April 1943, Page 7

OH YEAH!

If your children ask what war was like in 1914-18; and what you in particular did, don’t be so darned modest and say, Just a bit or fighting.” Take a leaf. out ■of the book of Private Eyre; this is from "Wo are chucking bombs frantically* Men afo -going down. Huns appear scrambling over the obstacle and jumping in among us. How it becomes, p hand-to-hand' melee, Faces and-huge gray uniforms appear before me through tho oddios of .-smoke 1 strike out. and lunge** Off goes my . stool helmet-, I reel. I stumble and fall amongst a ■ heap of writhing figure a. For an awful instant that eosins h life-time^ 1 ■ look up with wide., - terrified eyes at a gigantic, st 001-holmbtody red-iaoed Hun lunging• at mo with a bayonet? The -thought flashes through my ; numbed brain: * * - ’This is the end,’ and I await’the stroke that will send iio to ob- - livion, whon there is a flurry, a figure;/hurlit a. barter r.- _ ing-ram ; at the Hun. A terrible, yell ’goes up and my assailant ■, appears, crashing- down among the- sand-bags. There' s a wild scramble all round. I jump up, grab my rifle and lay about.me blindly, madly. Mon fall, rise, come at mo, melt avAy-. ; . ; 4; ‘ ‘ t,'' ‘ 1. A - + -X And one man again is a match' for; a- whole army of Prit At loatft—so they say in-books. • , ‘ ’ ... . " M » •*•*<•*