"Over the Top" By An American Soldier Who Went ARTHUR GUY EMPEY Mac hint Gunntt Strcing in Franc* (Oupr right, uui, by Arthur Uuj Bui?*!) CHAPTER XII. Bombing. The boys in the section welcomed me back, but there were many Ht range ifaces. Several of our men had gone ? West In that charge, and were lying "somewhere in France" with a little (wooden cross at their heads. We wt>r*? I - ? ? Throwing Hand Grenades. In rest billets. The next ility 01# cap tain asked for volunteers for bombers' school. I gave my name uml was ac cepted. I had Joined the Suicide club, and my troubles commenced. Thirty two men of the battalion, Including my aelf. were sent to L . where we went through a course In bombing. Here we were Instructed In the usen, methods of throwing and manufacture' of various kinds of hand grenades, from the old "Jam tin," now obsolete, to the present Mills bomb, the standard of the British army. It all depends where you are ns to what you are called. In I'rance they call you a "bomber" and give you med als, while In neutral countries they tall you an anarchist and give you "life." From the very start the Germans were well equipped with effective bombs and trained bomb throwers, but the English army was as little pre pared in this Important department of fighting as In many others. At bomb ing school an old sergeant of the Qren adier guards, whom I had the good fortune to meet, told me 'if the discour agements this branch of the service suffered before they could meet the Germans on an equal footing. (Paci fists and small army people In the U. S. please read with care.) The first English expeditionary forces had no bombs at all, but had clicked a lot of casualties from those thrown by the lioches. One bright morning someone higher up had an idea and Issued an order detailing two men from each platoon to go to bombing school to learn the duties of a bomber nnd how to manufacture bombs. Noncommis sioned officers were generally selected for this course. After about two weeks at school they returned to their units In rest billets or In the fire trench, as the case might be, and got busy teaching their platoons how to make "Jam tins." rreviousiy an order had been issued for all ranks to save empty Jam tins for the manufacture of bombs. A pro fessor of bombing would sit on the fire step in the front trench with the remainder of his section crowding around to see him work. On his left would be a pile of empty nnd rusty Jam tins, while beside him on the fire step would be a miscella neous assortment of material ?sed In the manufacture of the "Jam tins." Tommy would stoop down, get an empty "jam tin," take a handful of clayey mud from the parapet, and line the Inside of the tin with this sub stance. Then he would reach over, pick up his detonator and explosive, and Insert them In the tin, fuse pro truding. On the fire step would be a pile of fragments of shell, shrapnel balls, bits of Iron, nails, etc. ? anything that was hard enough to send over to Fritz; he would scoop up a handful of this Junk and put It In the bomb. Per haps one of the platoon would ask him what he did this for, and he would explain that when the bomb exploded these bits would fly about and kill or wound any German hit by same; the questioner would Immediately pull a button off his tunic and hand It to the bomb maker with, "Well, blame me, send this over as a souvenir," or another Tommy would volunteer nn old rusty and broken Jackknlfe; both would be accepted and Inserted. Then the professor would take an other handful of mud and fill the tin, after which he would punch a hole Id t be lid of the tin and put It over the top of the bomb, the fuse sticking out. "Tben perhaps he would tightly wrap wire around the outside of the tin, and the bomb was ready to send over to Fritz with Tommy's compliments. A piece of wood about four Inches Wide had been Issued. This was to be strapped on the left forearm by means of two leather straps and was like the life of ? match box; It was called a '?striker* There wai ~k tip like The head of a match on the fuse of the bomb. To ignite the fuse, you had to rub it on the "striker," Just the same an striking a match. The fuse was timed to five seconds or longer. Some of the fuses Issued in those days would burn down in a second or two, while others would "sizz" for a week before exploding. Rack In Blighty the muni tion workers weren't quite up to snuff, the way they are now. If the fuse took a notion to burn too quickly they gen erally burled the bomb maker next day. Bo making bombs could not be called a "cushy" or safe Job. After making several bombs the pro fessor Instructs the platoon in throw ing them. He takes a "Jam tin" from the fire step, trembling a little, be cause It is nervous work, especially when new at it, lights the fuse on his striker. The fuse begins to "sizz" and sputter ami a spiral of smoke, like that from 11 smoldering fag, rises from it. The platoon splits in two and ducks around the truverse nearest to them. They don't like the looks and sound of the burning fuse. When that fuse begins to smoke and "sizz" you want to say good-hy to It as soon as possible, so Tommy with all his might chucks it over the top and crouches agulnst the parapet, waiting for the explosion. Lots of times In bombing the "Jam tin" would be picked up by the Ger mans, before it exploded, and thrown back at Tommy with dire results. After m lot of men went West In this manner an order was Issued, reading something like this: "To all ranks In the British army: After Igniting the fuse and before throwing the Jam-tin bomb, count slowly one I two! three!" This In order to give the fuse time enough to burn down, so that the bomb would explode before the Germans could throw It back. Tommy read the order ? he reads them all, but after he Ignited the fuse and It began to smoke ? orders were forgotten, and away she went in record time and hack she came to the further discomfort of the thrower. Then another order was Issued to count, "one hundred! two hundred! three hundred I" But Tommy didn't care If the order read to count up to a thousand by quarters, he was going to get rid of thnt "Jam tin," because from experience he had learned not to trust It. When the powers that be realized that they could not change Tommy they decided to change the type of bomb and did so ? substituting the "hair brush," the "cricket ball," and later the Mills bomb. The standard bomb used In the Brit ish army Is the "Mills." It Is about the shape and size of a large lemon. Al though not actually a lemon, Fritz in sists that It Is; perhaps he Judges It by the havoc caused by Its explosion. The Mills bomb Is made of steel, the outside of which Is corrugated Into 48 small squares, which, upon the explo sion of the bomb, scatter in a wide area, wounding ot* killing any Fritz who Is unfortunate enough to be hit by one of the flying fragments. Although a very destructive and ef ficient bomb the "Mills" has the con fidence of the thrower, In that he knows It will not explode until re leased from his grip. It Is a mechanical device, with n lever, fitted into a slot at the top, which extends half way around the circumference and Is held In place at the bottom by a fixing pin. In this pin there Is a small metal ring, for the purpose of extracting the pin when ready to throw. You (Jo not throw n bomb the way n baseball Is thrown, because, when tn it narrow trench, your hand Is liable to strike against the parados, traverse or parapet, and then "down goes the bomb, and, in a couple of seconds or so, up goes Tommy. In throwing, the bomb and lever are grasped lYi the right hand, the left foot is advanced, knee stiff, about one and a half Its length to the front, while the right leg, knee bent, Is carried slightly to the right. The left arm Is extended at an angle of 45 degrees, pointing fh the direction the bomb Is to be thrown. This position Is similar to that of shot putting, only that the right arm Is extended downward. Then you hurl the bomb from you with an overhead bowling motion, the same as In cricket, throwing It fairly high In the air, this In order to give the fuse a chance to burn down so that when the bomb lands. It immediately ex plodes and gives the Germans no time to scamper out of Its range or to re turn It. As the bomb leaves your hand, the lever, by means of a spring, Is projected into the nir and falls harmlessly to the ground a few feet In front of the bomber. When the lever flies off It releases a strong spring, which forces the firing pin into a percussion cap. This Ignites the fuse, which burns down and sets off the detonator charged with fulmi nate of mercury, which explodes the main charge of ammonal. The average RrltU?h soldier is not an expert at throwing; It is a new game to him, therefore the Canadians and Americans, who have played baseball from the kindergurten up, take natu rally to bomb throwing and excel In this act. A six-foot Kng'.lsh bomber will stand In awed silence when he sees a little flve-foot-nothlng Canadian outdistance his throw by several yards. I have read a few war stories of bomb ing, where baseball pitchers curved their bombs when throwing them, but a pitcher who can do this would make "Christy" Mathew son look like a piker, nnd la losing valuable time playing In the Furopean War bush league, when he Mould be able to set the "big league" on Are. W?_ had. cushy time while at this school. In fneC to us It was a regular vacntion, and we were very sorry when one morning the adjutant ordered us to report at headquarters for trans portation and rations to return to our units up the line. Arriving at our section, the hoys orin* again tendered us the glad mitt, hut looked askance at us out of the corners of their eyes. They could not conceive, as they expressed It, how a man could be such a blinking Idiot as to Join the Suicide club. I was begin ning to feel sorry that I had become a member of said club, and my life to me appeared doubly precious. Now that I was a sure-enough bomber I was praying for peace and hoping that my services as such would not be required. CHAPTER XIII. My First Official Bath. Right behind our rent billet was a large creek about ten feet deep and twenty feet across, and It was a habit of the company to avail themselves of an opportunity to take a swim and at the same time thoroughly wash them selves und their underwear when on their own. We were having a spell of hot weather, and these baths to us were a luxury. The Tommies would splash around In the water and then come out and sit in the sun and have what they termed a "shirt hunt." At first we tried to drown the "cooties," but they also seemed to enjoy the bath. One Sunday morning the whole sec tion was In the creek and we were hav ing a gay time, when the sergeant ma jor appeared on the scene. He came to the edge of the creek and ordered : "Come out of it. Get your equipment on, 'drill order,' anil fall In for bath parade. Look lively, my hearties. You have only got fifteen minutes." A h