THE FULTON COUNTY NEWS, McCONNELLSBURG, PA. TTMHIMIIttllttllttttttttttttttltttttttttttttttttttH 1 1 PREFACE Tliore Is a common Idea that the np" f nilnicles Is past. I'erhups It is, but If so, tlm change must have come about Hllliin the pust few weeks after I es caped Into Holland. For If anything la certain In thin life it Is this: this book never would huve been written but for the succession of miracles set forth In these pages. Miracles, luck, coincidence, Provi nceIt doesn't matter much whut f0u cull It certainly played an Impor tant part In the series of hulr-breadth escapes In which I figured during my ihort but eventful appearance In the great drama now being enacted across the seas. Without It, ull my efforts and tufferliiRS would have been quite un availing. No one realizes this better than I do end I want to repeat It right here be cause elsewhere In these pages I mny appear occasionally to overlook or minimize It: without the help of Provi dence I wou,ld not be here today. But this same Providence which brought me home safely, despite all the dangers which beset me, may work similar miracles for others, and It Is In the hope of encouraging other poor devils who may find themselves In situ ations as hopeless apparently as mine oftentimes were that this book la writ ten. When this cruel war Is over which I trust may be sooner than I expect it to be I hope I shall have an oppor tunity to revisit the scenes of my ad ventures and to thank In person In an adequate manner every one who ex tended a helping hand to me when I was a wretched fugitive. All of them took great risks in befriending on es caped prisoner and they did It without the slightest hope of reward. At the game time I hope I shall have a chance to pay my compliments to those who endeavored to take advantage of my distress. In the meanwhile, however, I can only express my thanks in this Ineffec tive manner, trusting that In some mysterious way a copy of this book may fall into the hands of every one who befriended me. I hope particular ly that every good Hollander who played the part of the Good Samari tan to me so bountifully after my es cape from Belgium will see these pages and feel that I am absolutely sincere when I say that words cannot begin to express my sense of gratitude to the Dutch people. It is needless for me to say how deeply I feel for my fellow-prisoners la Germany who were less fortunate than I. Poor, poor fellows they nre the reul victims of the war. I hope that every one of them may soon be re itored to that freedom whose value I never fully realized until after I had had to fight so hard to regain it. PAT O'BRIEN. Momence, 111., January 14, 11)18. CHAPTER I. The Folly of Despair. Less than nine months ngo eighteen officers of the Royal flying corps, which hnd been training in Canada, left for England on the Megnnle. If any of them was over twenty-five jears of age, he had successfully con cealed the fact, because they don't ac cept older men for the It. F. C. Nine of the squadron were British lubjects; the other nine were Ameri cans, who, tired of waiting for their Lieut. Pat O'Brien In the Uniform of the Royal Flying Corps. wa country to take her place with 'he allies, had Joined tire British colors ln Canada. I was one of the latter. We were going to England to earn ir "w!ng9" a qualification which must be won before a member of the h- P. C. is allowed to hunt the Huns "n the western front. This was In May, 1917. , By August 1, most of us were full nilg!'d pilots, actively engaged at vurl 0,1 parts of the line In daily conflict with the enemy. I!y December in, every man -tck of Us who had met the enemy In I ranee, with ono exception, had nppefvvd on "'e casualty list. The except ii was K. Boysen, an American, !io at l:lt report was fighting on t'.ie Mallan fr"t still unscathed. Whet; ,' his Jinn orU110 ha stood lilui up j this time I don't know, hut If It has I would be very much surprised. Of the others, live were killed In ac tion three Americans, one Canadian, and one Englishman. Three more were In ull probability killed In action al though olllclally they are listed merely as "missing." One of these was an American, one n Canadian, and the third n Scotchman. Three more, two of them Americans, were serloudy wounded. Another, a Canadian, is a prisoner In Germany. I know nothing of the others. What happened to me Is narrated in these pages. I wish, instead, I could tell the story of each of my brave com rades, for not one of them wns downed, I am sure, without upholding the best traditions of the K. F. C. Unfortunate ly, however, of the eighteen who sailed on the Meganlc last May, I happened to he the first to fall Into the hands of the 1 Inns, and what befell my comrades after that, with one ex ception, I know only second hand. Tim -exception wns the case of poor, brave Paul Ituney my closest chum whose last battle I witnessed from my German prison but that Is a story I shall tell In its proper place. In one way, however, I think the story of my own "big adventure" and my miraculous escape may, perhaps, serve a purpose as useful as thut of the heroic fate of my less fortunate comrades. Their story, It Is true, might Inspire others to deeds of heroism, but mine, I hope, will convey the equally valuable lessou of tho fully of despair. Many were the times In the course of my struggles when It seemed abso lutely useless t& continue. In a hostile country, where discovery meant death, wounded, sick, famished, friendless, hundreds of miles from the nearest neutral territory the frontier of which was so closely guarded that even If I got there it seemed too much to hope that I could ever get through, whut was the use of enduring further agony? And yet here I am, In the lund of liberty although in a somewhat ob scure corner of It the little town of Momence, III., where I was born not very much the worse for wear after all I've been through, and, as I write these words not eight mouths have passed since my seventeen comrades and I sailed from Canada on the Meganlc. Can it be possible that I was spared to convey a message of hope to others who are destined for similar trlulsT I am afraid there will be many of them. Years ago I heard of the epitaph which is said to have been found on a child's grave: "If I was so soon to be done for What, O Lord, was I ever berrun for?" The way It has come to me since I returned from Europe is : "If, O Lord, I was to bo done for. What were my sufferings e'er begun for?" Perhaps the answer lies In the sug gestion I hnve made. At nny rate, If this record of my ad ventures should prove Instrumental la sustaining others who need encourage ment, I shall feel that my sufferings were not In vain. It is hardly likely that anyone will quite - duplicate my experiences, but I haven't the slightest doubt that many will have to go through trials equally nerve-racking and suffer disappoint ments Just as disheartening. It would be very far from the mark to Imnglne that the optimism which I am preaching now so glibly sustained me through all my troubles. On the contrary, I am free to confess that I frequently gnve way to despair and often, for hours at a time, felt so de jected aud discouraged that I really didn't care what happened to me. In deed. I rather hoped that something would happen to put an end to my misery. But despite all my despondency and hopelessness, the wVjrst never hap pened, and I can't help thinking that my salvation must have been designed to show the way to others. CHAPTER II. I Became a Fighting Scout. I started flying In Chicago In 1912. I was then eighteen years old, but I had had a hankering for the nlr ever since I can remember. As a youngster I followed the ex ploits of the Wrights with the greatest Interest, although I must confess I sometimes hoped that they wouldn't really conquer the air until I hnd had a whack at It myself. I got more whacks than I was looking for later on. ' Needless to say, my patients were very much opposed to my risking my life at what wns undoubtedly nt that time one of tho most hazardous "pas times" a young fellow could select, and every time I lind a smnshup or some other mishap I was ordered never to go near an aviation field again. So I went out to California. There another fellow and I built our own machine, which we flew ln various parts of the state. In the early part of 1910, when trou ble wns brewing In Mexico, I Joined the American flying corps. I was sent to San Diego, where the army flying school Is located, and spent about eight months there, but as I was anxious to get Into active service and there didn't seem much chance of America ever getting Into tho war, I resigned and, crossing over to Canada. Joined the Royal Flying corps at Victoria, B. C. I was sent to Camp Borden, Toronto, first to receive Instruction ni d later to Instruct. While a endot I made the first loop ever made by a cadet ln Can ada, and after I had performed the stunt I half expected to be kicked out of the service for It Apparently, how ever, they considered the source and By LIEUTENANT PAT O'BRIEN Copyright. 1018. by V.W. v O'Brien Standing Betide the First Machine in Which He Saw Active Service. let it go at that. Later on I hnd the satisfaction of Introducing the loop as part of the regular course of In struction for endets In the R. F. C, and I want to say right here that Camp Borden has turned out some of the best fliers that have ever gone to Fnince. In May, 1917, I and seventeen other Canadian filers left for Englnnd on the Meganlc, where we were to qualify for service In France. Our squadron consisted of nine Americans, C. C. Robinson, n. A. Mil ler, F. S. McClurg, A. A. Allen, E. B. Garnet, II. K. Boysen, H. A. Smeeton and A. A. Taylor, and myself, and nine Britishers, Paul II. Raney, J. It. Park, C. Nelmes, C. R. Moore, T. L. Atkin son, F. C. Conry, A. Mulr, B. A. L. F. Smith and A. C. Jones. Within a few weeks after our ar rival in England all of us had won our "wings" the Insignia worn on the left breast by every pilot on the west ern front. We were all sent to a place ln France known as the Pool Pilots Mess. Here men gather from nil the training squadrons In Canada and England and await assignments to the particular squadron of which they are to become members. The Pool Pilots Mess Is situated a few miles back of the lines. When ever a pilot is shot down or killed the Pool Pilots Mess Is notified to send an other to take his place. There are so many casualties every day In the R. F. C. at one point of the front or another that the demand for new pilots Is quite active, but when a fellow Is Itching to get Into the fight as badly as I and my friends were I must confess that we got a little Im patient, although wo realized that every time a new man was called It meant that some one else had, In all probability, been killed, wounded or captured. One morning nn order came In for a scout pilot and one of my friends wns assigned. I can tell you the rest of us were as envious of him as If it were the last chance any of us were ever going to have to get to the front. As It was, however; hardly more than three hours had elapsed before an other wire was received at the mess and I was ordered to follow my friend. I afterward learned that as soon as he arrived at the squadron he prevailed upon the commanding offi cer of the squadron to wire for me. At the Pool Pilots' Mess it was the custom of the olllcers to wear "shorts" breeches that are about eight luches long, like the boy scouts wear, leav ing a space of about eight Inches of open country between the top of the puttees and tho end of the shorts. The Australians wore them ln Suloulkl and at the Dardanelles. When the order came In for mo, I had these "shorts" on, and I didn't have time to change Into other clothes. Indeed, I wns in such a sweat to get to the front that if I had been ln my pajamas I think I would have gone thnt way. As it was, It wns raining and I threw an overcoat over me, Jumped Into the machine, and we made record time to the airdrome to which I hnd been ordered to report. As I alighted from the automobile my overcoat blew .open and displayed my manly form attired ln "shorts" In stead of ln the regulation flying breeches, and the sight aroused con siderable commotlou in camp. "Must be a Yanked" I overheard one olllcer say to auother as I ap proached. "No one but a Yankee would G THE Pat Alva O'Brien -Ki rat have the check to show up that way, you know I" But they laughed good-naturedly as I came up to them, and welcomed me to the squadron, and I was soon very much nt home. My squadron was one of four sta tioned nt an airdrome about eighteen miles back of the Ypres line. There were 18 pilots in our squndron, which was a scout squadron, scout machines carrying but one mnn. A scout, sometimes called a fighting scout, hns no bomb dropping or recon nolterlng to do. Ills duty is just to fight, or, as the order wns given to me, "You nre expected to pick fights and not wait until they come to you I" When bomb droppers go out over the lines In tho daytime a scout squad ron usually convoys them. The bomb droppers fly at about twelve thousand feet, and scouts a thousand feet or so above them. If at any time they should be at tacked, It Is the duty of the scouts to dive down and carry on the fight, the orders of the bomb droppers being to go on dropping bombs and not to fight unless they have to. There Is seldom a time that machines go out over the lines on this work In the daytime that they are not attacked at some time or other, and so the scouts usually have plenty of work to do. In addition to these attacks, however, the squadron Is Invariably under constant bombard ment from the ground, but that doesn't worry us very much, as we know pret ty well how to avoid being hit from that quarter. On my first flight, after joining the squadron, I was taken out over the lines to get a look nt things, map out my location In case I was ever lost, locate the forests, lakes and other landmarks and get the general lay of the land. One thing thnt was Impressed upon mo very emphatically was the location of the hospitals, so that in case I was ever wounded and hnd the strength to pick my landing I could land as near as possible to a hospital. All these things a new pilot goes through dur ing tho first two or three days after Jolnlug a squadron. Our regular routine wns two flights a day, each of two hours' duration. After doing our regular patrol, It was our privilege to go off on our own hook If we wished, before going back to the squadron. I soon found out that my squadron was some hot squadron, our flyers be ing almost always assigned to special duty work, such as shooting up trenches at a height of fifty feet from the ground. I received my baptism into this kind of work the third time I went out over the lines, and I would recommend It to anyone who Is bunkering for excite ment' You nre not only apt to be at tacked by hostile aircraft from above, but you are swept by machine-gun Are from below. I have seen some of our machines come back from this work sometimes so riddled with bullets that I wondered how they ever held to gether. Before we started out on one of these Jobs, we were mighty careful to see that our motors were in perfect condition, because they told us the "war bread was bad ln Germany." One morning, shortly after I Joined the squadron, three of us started over the line of our own accord. We soon observed four enemy machines, two seaters, coming toward us. This typo of machine is used by the Iluns for artillery vork and bomb dropping, and we knew they were en mischief bent. Each machine had a machine gun ln it : - if I 31 f ,1 s A . L 7, ' '1 V HIMMHHMIIMMMMMimMIIIUKMIMMMIMIM HUN front, worked by tho pilot, and the ob server also had a gun with which be could spray all around. When we first noticed the Iluns, our machines were about six miles back of the German lines and we were lying hlgli- up In the sky, keeping the sun behind us, so thut the enemy could not see us. We picked out three of the machines and dove dowu on them. I went right by tho man I picked for myself and his observer In tho rear seat kept pumping nt me to beat the baud.' Not ono of my shots took effect ns I went right down under him, but I turned and gave him another burst of bullets, nnd' down ho went In a spinning nose dive, one of his wings going one way and one another. As I saw hliu crash to the ground I knew that I had got my first hostile aircraft. One of my com rades was equally successful, but the other two German machines got away. We chnsed them back until things got too hot for us by reason of the appear ance of other German machines, and then we called It a day. This experience whetted my appetite for more of the same kind, and I did not hnve lung to wait. It may be well to explain here Just what a spinning nose bend is. A few years ago the spinning nose dive was considered one of the most dangerous things a pilot could attempt and many men were killed getting Into this spin and not knowing how to come out of It. In fact, lots of pilots thought that when once you got Into a spinning nose dive there was no way of coming out of It. It Is uow used, however, ln actual flying. The machines that ure used ln Frnnce are controlled In two ways, both by hands and feet the feet working the yoke or rudder bar which controls the rudder; that steers the machine. The lateral controls fore and aft which cause the ma chlno to rise or lower, nre controlled by a contrivance called a "Joy stick." If, when flying In the air, a pilot should release his hold on this stick, It will gradually como toward the pilot. In that position the machine will begin to climb. So If a pilot is shot nnd loses control of this "Joy stick," his machine begins to ascend, and climbs until the angle formed be comes too great for It to continue or the motor to pull the plnne; for a fraction of a second It stops, nnd the motor then being the heaviest, It causes the nose of the machine to fall forward, pitching down at a terrific rate of speed and spinning at the same time. If the motor Is still run ning. It naturally Increases the speed much more than It would If the mo tor were shut off, and there Is great danger thnt the wings will double up, causing the machine to break apart Although spins are made with the motor on, you are dropping like a bnll being dropped out of the sky and the velocity Increases with the power of the motor. This spinning nose dive has been frequently used ln "stunt" flying ln recent years, but Is now put to prac tical use by pilots In getting away from hostile machines, for when a mnn Is spinning It Is almost Impos sible to hit him, and the man making the attack Invariably thinks his en emy Is going down to certain death ln the spin. This Is all right when a man Is over his own territory, because he can right his machine and come out of it; but If It happens over German territory, the Iluns would only follow hftn down, and when he came out of OBEDIENT TO OLD COMMAND I Palestine Farmers Still Remember Biblical Injunction In Refer ence to the Gleaners. After the lentils and similar crops of the benn family hnve been gathered In by the Palestinian farmer, the bnrley harvest comes next, nnd lastly the whent When harvesting, the men wear a leather apron nnd sometimes a large padded glove. The women have none of tho protection provided for them, says the Christian nernhK Sickles are of two kinds, one, tho knlnosh, Is small and with quite a dull edge nnd Is employed when tho crops nre short and scanty. These do not cut the straw, but rather help pull up the grain by the roots or break olT the brittle stalks. The other, called man pal, Is much larger and supplied with short, slanting teeth, nnd Is used on the tall, well-grown grain fields. Iteaplns with these simple Imple ments and binding tho sheaves with their own straw, a considerable amount Is left behind and many of the ears drop off, but once the reapers have advanced, they, actunted by nl most religious scruples, will not pick up that which has been dropped, even though they be severely poor them selves, for they unwittingly follow a command not given to them but to for mer Inhabitants, the tillers and reap ers of. this land: "And when ye reap the harvest of your land, thou shnlt not make clean riddance of the cor ners of thy field when thou reapest neither shalt thou gather any gleaning of thy harvest" Why They Are Lonely. The peoplo who nre lonely in this world nre those who are always look ing for something to come to them; they hope for pleasnnt adventures; they exact much from their friends nnd from their family nnd they nre never satisfied. But the happy men and women nre those who never think ta demand for themselves who give and give nnd give aftnln, and find Joy whenever they find opportunity to give Jor. -Exchange. 99 the spin they would be above him, having all the advantage, and would shoot him down with ease. It Is a good way of getting down Into a cloud, and Is used very often by both sides, but it requires skill and cour age by the pilot making It If ho ever expects to come out alive. A spin being made by a pilot Intentionally looks exactly like a spin that Is mnde by a mnchlne actually being shot down, so one never knows whether It Is forced or Intentional until the pilot cither rights his mnchlne and comes out of It, or crashes to the ground. Another dlvo similar to this one Is known as just the plain dive. As sume, for Instance, that a pilot flying at a height of several thousand feet Is shot, loses control of his machine, and the nose of the plane starts down with the motor full on. lie Is going at a tremendous speed and In many Instances Is going so straight and swiftly thnt the speed Is too great for the machine, because it was never constructed to wlthstnnd tho enor mous pressure forced against the wings, nnd they consequently crumple up. If, too, In an attempt to straighten tho machine, the elevators should be como affected, as often happens lui trying to bring a mnchlne out of a dive, the strain Is again too great on tho wings, nnd there Is the same dis astrous result. Oftentimes, when the pntrol tank Is punctured by a tracor bullet from another machine In the air, the plane thnt Is hit catches on fire and either gets Into a spin or a straight dive and heads for the earth, hundreds of miles an hour, a mass of flame, looking like a brilliant comet in the sky. Tho spinning nose dive Is used to greater advantage by the Germans than by our own pilots for the reason that when a fight gets too hot for the German, he will put his mnchlne in a spin, and ns the chances are nine out of ten thnt we nre fighting ovef German territory, he simply spins down out of our range, straightens out before he reaches the ground, and gets on home to bis airdrome. It is useless to follow him down Inside tho German lines, for you would In all probability be shot down before you can attain sufficient altitude to cross the line again. It often happens that a pilot will be chasing another mnchlne when suddenly he sees It start to spin. Per haps they are fifteen or eighteen thou sand feet in the air, nnd the hostile mnchlne spins down for thousands of feet He thinks he hns hit the other machine and goes home happy that be has brought down another Hun. He reports the occurrence to the squndron, telling how he shot down his enemy; but when the rest of the squndron come ln with their report, or some artillery observation balloon sends ln a report It develops thnt when a few hundred feet from the ground the supposed dead mnn ln the spin hns come out of the spin nnd gone merrily on his way for his air drome. In a desperate battle with four Hun flyers, O'Brien Is sent crashing to earth behind the German lines from a height of 8,000 feet The next Install ment tells of his miraculous es cape from death and of his re gaining consciousness to find himself a prisoner of war. (TO BE CONTINUED.) WOULD KEEP LOVE IN WORLD Pathetic Plea . Made by Austrian Woman More Than Her English Sister Could Refuse. She was a little Austrian woman nnd she wns crossing the ocean on a great hostile liner. Most of the other women were the wives of Englishmen and they could not forget that her country wns at war with their land. They Ignored her, and she wns left much to herself. And yet One morning as she was walking up and down the deck In her solitary way she passed the steamer chair of a mlddle-nged English woman who was knitting nt n grny woolen sock, re lates a writer ln the Christian Herald. And suddenly she paused ln her walk and held out both of her hnnds. "Oh," Rhe cried, In very good Eng lish, "will you not let me knit a few rows on thnt sock?" The English womnn looked up. And her fnce wns cold nnd rather hard. "I think," she snld,. "that you would scarcely want to knit on this sock I For It Is going to an English colonel my husband I" The little Austrian woman looked at the colonel's lady. And there wero tears In her eyes. "Listen," she snld. In a low, shaking voice. "I, myself, have a son. He Is an officer ln the Austrian army. But if you knew my son I do not think you would hate him I If I knew the colonel, your hus band, I do not think I would hate him either. She paused for a moment before she went on, and then "now thnt the world Is torn by war," she said, "we women must do what we can to keep a little love In It Mny I, perhaps, knit a few rows on the sock?" Silently, but with tears ln her own eyes, the English woman handed over the gray wool. His Last Resort, Maybe. There's one New York man who evi dently believes the courts to be 'omnip otent He has trustingly asked that on order be Issued compelling- his wife to keep quiet Cleveland Plain Dealer. Glenn's Sulphur Soap No other toilet soap Is as effl ciont in clearing the com- plexionof blemishes. Theaulphur Purifies (All DrufiUU.) Contains 80 Pure Sulphur. NlPt Nilrl WMrtw Dy, IU r Imn, ! rwjmivi i Cuticura For Baby's Itchy Skin All droral'ta; Bom Z9. Olnt rrwrtt 2b and 60, lalcum Hampl Men 1r of "0U irs Dept. f , aVtm.M When You Need a Good Tonic Take BABEK Tim yi;it'K and suns Ct'UB FOR Malaria, Chills, Fever and Grippo ' . 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KIDNEY TROUBLE OFTEN CAUSES SERIOUS BACKACHE When your back ache, and your blad der and kidneys teem to be diaordertd, go to your neaxent drug at ore tod get a bottle of Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root. Il ia a physician' prescription for ailment of the kidneys and bladder. It haa atood the teat of years and has a reputation for quickly and effectivsly giving reaulta in tbouaanda of cases. This preparation so very effective, haa been placed on sale everywhere. Get a bottle, medium or large size, at your near est druggist. However, if you wish first to test this preparation send ten cents to Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton, N. Y., for a sample bottle. When writing be sure and mta-. tion this paper. Adv. In Sheol. Satan banked the furnaces of ever lasting torment, saw to It thut there wns plenty of red-ash brimstone on band and told his friends that If the temperature went dowu to less than (i,(NH) In the shade to turn nn the forced draft. 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