nothing hurt us.
We didn't know where we were - on the Boches side or
ours - but we were being shelled. The Boches from above were
still using thier machine guns on us, the snipers were at work
on us too, so we decided we were on Hun side. Suddenly
we saw some of our Tommies rush out of the trenches to our
rescue. It turned out we were in No Man's Land. The Huns
rushed out of their trenches too, and had a scrap with our
fellows, but they got us into our trenches O.K. I had been
hit again while we were on the ground and so had Hammond. Then
after we were in the trenches the Huns were shelling us, so we
couldn't leave there until night. It was about noon when they
dragged us in , and there was no doctor there. About eight that
night, under cover of darkness, they carried us on stretchers
to a reserve trench about a mile away. We got our wounds
dressed there and I had some bullets taken out that weren't very
far in. The doctor gave us some morphine and we were carried
again by stretcher bearers for another three miles to another
dressing station. There we had a lot of dope injected to keep
us from getting lockjaw poison, etc. Then we were put in an
ambulance and taken to a casualty clearing station at Amiens.
It was a Canadian one and some of the doctors and nurses knew
Dad. They were from the W. G. H., but I forget their names.
We had our wounds dressed again and about four in the
the morning we started on a very dirty slow train for the base
at Etaples. We arrived there at six p.m. the next day. In
Etaples Hammond and I got separated. I don't know where he
was sent and can't find trace of him. I was taken to St.