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Updated: June 8, 2025
At no point was it more than waist high and in some places only knee high. We swarmed into what was left of the trench and after the Heinies. There must have been forty of them, and it didn't take them long to find out that we were only a dozen. Then they came back at us. We got into a crooked bit of traverse that was in relatively good shape and threw up a barricade of sandbags.
"The Heinies certainly put up a stiff fight," observed Billy, as he tied up his little finger from which blood was trickling. "They felt so sure that they were going to make mincemeat out of us that it was hard to wake out of their dream," chuckled Frank. "I wonder if they're still kidding themselves in Berlin that the Yankees can't fight." "In Berlin perhaps but not here," returned Bart.
"Dat's it." The little fellow scratched his head. "I bin skulkin' 'round 'em to find out. Sometimes I follers 'em, like now. Dey always drop out like this. Dey's queer. Dey ain't regular crooks, nor regular guys either. Dey's cookin' soup for sump'n big." "That's what I think," said Johnny. "What are they like? "Dey's five Roosians, three Heinies, one Wop, an' one Jap, I seen."
"We kept hoping all the time that you fellows would be along and nab us before the Boches did." "We've had a big victory," explained Stone. "We put the Hindenburg line on the blink by that smash at his center, and he's had to draw in his wings on both sides. It's one of the biggest things that's been done on the western front, and the Heinies will have a hard time explaining it in Berlin."
But their amazement was great a few minutes later when the order came for the regiment to fall back. "Fall back!" howled Billy when he heard the order. "What is this, a joke?" "Why should we fall back, when we've just licked the tar out of the Heinies?" growled Bart. "Orders are orders," said Frank briefly. "I suppose our commanders know what they're doing. But it certainly is tough luck."
"Let's see if there's anything in them," suggested Billy. "Swell chance," commented Tom. "They smell as if they'd had wine or beer in them, and you can trust the Heinies to have drained them to the last drop. Not that I want any of the stuff, but if they were full they'd stop a bullet better than if they were empty."
"You know, some of our boys went across and visited the Heinies last night," Charlie said gently. "They got right into the German trenches and drove out the Heinies. And in a German dugout before they blew it up with bombs this chap I talked with picked up that box." "Oh, Charlie!" gasped the girl. "Yes. He didn't see the significance of the monogram. He didn't know Mr.
Any one who has smoked the tobacco issued to the German army could almost understand a soldier surrendering just to get away from it. Usually, too, we bought bread and sweets, if we could stand the price. The Heinies would bolt the food down as though they were half starved.
The next night he managed to slip back, none the worse for his adventure. Such things are being done every night and some men consider it the greatest sport in the world to go out alone and spend hours under the lee of a German parapet listening to the Heinies talk.
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