I had to get off the field the best way I
could. The bullets were going all around me on the way off;
you see, they got completely around us. I went about two miles
and met a Red Cross cart. I was taken to St. Quentin Hospital.
We were shelled out of there about 2 in the morning, and then
taken in a train and taken down to a plain near Rouen. Next
morning we were put on a ship for dear old England.
The First German Prisoners
[From The London Times.]
_The following letter from a soldier at the front who has
taken part in the first fighting appears in the Temps of
Paris, Aug. 16:_
We are now able to realize the state of mind in which they arrive. The
army corps to which I belong has already brought its guns into action.
We have seen prisoners, and we have observed battlefields, and we have
noticed a thing or two. First of all, these prisoners are not the least
bit fanatics. Many of them don't know what they are fighting about. They
have been told a thousand phantasmagoria--that France had declared war,
that the Belgians and the Italians were helping the Germans, &c.; and
one of them was tremendously proud at having the Czar Nicholas as his
honorary Colonel! They were taken for the most part in isolated patrols,
and it happened so often that it was impossible to get others to start
off on reconnoissances, since their comrades never came back and they
had no desire to share a like fate.
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