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World War One,
Letter from Edward Luckert
Monday - July 22 - 18
Dearest: -
It does seem as if we are never going to get any rest I
know, but still I guess there's a remote chance sometime
in the near future.
If they wouldn't always give us the hardest work it
would be a cinch, but they have never yet failed to put
us in the most foreword position. Then too, we furnish
practically all the patrols that go out, while "B" Co on
our left sits and rests easy.
Last night for the third night straight I got another
order for a patrol. They further ordered that we again
penetrate the Hun line as we did Saturday. We all knew
that this was quite a dangerous undertaking - but we
also knew what weight our protesting might have, so we
kept quiet and prepared to go out. Its quite easy, you
know, for the major and captain to order out patrols.
All they do is write the order, and then go to bed five
miles behind the line with a double sentinel to guard
their peaceful slumber. But its quite another
proposition for we Lieutenants to do the work.
Anyway, last night we went out as usual, crawling
through thru the Boche wire. A' Hearn lead the way, then
me, then fifteen men and last, Lt. Brown. Practically
all the Officers left in the Company outside of Harris
were in the scrap. As we had left quite a few marks
behind Saturday, we suspected that Fritz might lay in
wait to ambush us, but our fears were set at rest when
we arose and leaped into his trench. It was empty.
Listening for a few minutes, we filed down his path
toward the second line and again halted to listen. We
paused here almost five minutes and were just about
ready to dash in and start the fuss, when we heard a
smothered cough directly in front of us. And then the
ground seemed to spring up in one great roar and flame
and we knew it had been a trap.
A'Hearn and several other men dropped the first half
second and from the scream one of them let out I knew
they had been hit. Then I have a faint recollection of
another burst of thunder as we threw our grenades and
emptied our guns. I also remember shouting orders at the
top of my voice. Later one man said I ordered them to
climb out and get on a line - to spread out. Another
said I ordered them to withdraw, one at a time. Whatever
it was, I don't know, but anyway, the only thing to do
was back out the way we came in and get into a firing
position. All this time they continued to pepper us with
grenades and pistols, and finally the man in rear of me
pulled me by the coat and I knew it was my time to cease
firing and back out. We dragged A'Hearn out with us, and
once outside their wire, he staggered to his feet and
said he wasn't hurt. So he walked back with us fighting
all the time. Once again within our own wire - the
firing stopped and I took account of losses. A'Hearn was
hit five times all around his hips and thighs. Lt. Brown
had his face looking like a piece of beef and four of
the men including Williams had been hit in the chest and
limbs. It must have been a sorry, bloody-looking bunch
that came dragging each other into our own lines. Once
inside A'Hearn lost consciousness and we patched them up
temporarily as best we could. A half hour later the
Surgeon arrived and took them to the Hospital.
Then for the first time I looked at my watch. Only a
half hour since we went out until we got back! No - it
was about 45 minutes, but such a length of time it did
seem! We were all torn to pieces by the wire. I barely
had any coat left and was so bloody from helping A'Hearn
and the rest that it took Doc Townsend a half hour to
look me over for wounds. He wouldn't take my word for it
that I had only a few wire scratches.
Do you think, Brownie, that this might make or be worked
into a good story? Put it away, if so, with the rest,
and if some we desire to get rich, we'll write some more
scenarios and purchase a Ford with the small change left
over.
Outside of this, nothing has happened at all. Awfully
quiet.
Now - what has my Brownie been doing? Let's see -
Sunday! I think you went to Willow Grove in the evening.
Did you dearest? Oh - but wouldn't I like to be there
with you! When I think of such blessings as were mineÉ I
often picture myself sitting there by the Lake with you
honey. It is dark and such wonderful quietness as to
make my ears now ring with the thought of it. The moon
is shining on the water - and best of all - the dearest
and sweetest little girl in all the world sitting close
beside me. Rarely would we break that wonderful,
peaceful silence and then only to whisper our hopes and
plans in each others ears. "But Ed - think of the cost
of furniture! Why we can't think of it until we have
saved at least a million dollars. You know that." Ah!
Poor Ed. How he did hate to think of waiting so long!
And then - you honey bunch sweetheart, we got married
without a nickel! But dear - you are a sweet little
thing. Honest Brownie Wifie!
But see here - I must leave you now. Its time to climb
my sick looking tree and see what I can make out of our
friends - the Boche.
Be awfully careful of Brownie now - for me yes - and rid
her entirely of that cold. And please dearest - how are
you otherwise? Well and happy I hope and pray. Please do
be happy - just as happy as possible - and think heaps
of that day, which is soon coming, when the war will be
over, and we will be together once more. Won't we be
happy then? You dear (x) there and a million more too!
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Bye - dearest girlie
Heaps of love from
your Husband - [Hem.]
Ed.
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