Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 56, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 March 1915 — YOUNG SOLDIER PROVES A HERO [ARTICLE]

YOUNG SOLDIER PROVES A HERO

Carries Colonel to Safety and Returns Under Fire to Rescue Englishman. SUCCORS A DYING GERMAN French Boy's Thrilling Deed That May Win the Victoria Cross of Great Britain —Cyclist Wins French Decoration. London. —The Daily Chronicle publishes the following from its special correspondent at Angers: “Jean Berger, ‘simple soldat’ of the Second regiment of infantry, should, after the war, be Jean Berger, V. C. He is a Frenchman —yes, but listen to his story. "He, a boy of about eighteen years of age, lies in hospital here, wounded badly, but not dangerously, in the side and also in the hand. • “Jean joined the Second regiment of infantry, which was soon under orders for Upper Alsace. "It was during one of the almost innumerable fights which, battles in themselves, are making up that Homeric struggle of the nations on the River Aisne that the colonel leading the gallant Second was shot down. Machine guns were raking the quickly thrown-up trenches; showers of rifle bullets were falling everywhere around. With that heroism which takes account of nothing save the object in view, Jean rushed out of his shelter to carry his colonel to safety. “Through a rain of leaden death he passed scatheless, reached his colonel, and carried him to safety. Back Through Hall of Lead. "As he was performing his glorious act he passed an officer of the Grenadier guards wounded severely in the leg, who called out for water. “ ‘All right!’ cried Jean, ‘l’ll be back In a minute or two.’ “He put the colonel in the shelter of a trench where the Rfed Cross men were at work, procured some wine from one of the doctors, and set forth again to face the bullet showers. And again he went out untouched. “Reaching the English officer, Jean held up the flask to the wounded man’s lips, but, before he could drink, a bullet struck the young Frenchman in the hand, carrying away three finders, and the flask fell to the ground. Quickly, as though the flask had merely slipped out of one hand by accident, Jean picked it up with the other; and, supported by the young Frenchman, the English officer drank. “While he was doing so a bullet drilled Jean through the Side. Yet, In spite of the Intense pain, he managed to take off his knapsack, and, searching in it, discovered some food, which he gave to his English comrade. “As the guardsman was eating, he and Jean discovered that near them was a wounded German soldier, who, recovering from the delirium of wounds, was crying out for food and drink. The Englishman, taking the flask which had still some wine in it, and also the remainder of the food from the Frenchman’s knapsack, managed, though suffering great pain, to roll himself along till he reached the spot where the German soldier lay. There, however, he found he was, by himself, too weak to give the poor fellow anything. “So he shouted to ,’ean to come to his assistance, and, though movement could only be at the cost. of great pain, the young Frenchman managed, too, to reach the place, and together, Englishman and Frenchman, succored the dying German. One held him up while the other poured wine between his parched lips. All Fall In a Heap. ” “Then humap nature could stand no more, and all three : fell, utterly exhausted, in a heap together. . All through the long night, a night continuously broken by the roar of cannon, death watched over that strange sleeping place of the three comrades of three great warring nations. "In the morning shells bursting near them aroused the English officer and the French soldier. Their German neighbor was dead, and for a long

time they could only wonder how the day of battle was going. When the forenoon was well advanced they saw Germans advancing. “Jean, who can speak German, called out, ‘We are thirsty; please give us something to drink.’ He was heard by some officer of uhlans, who rode up, and, dismounting and covering them with his revolver, asked what was the matter. " ‘We are thirsty,’ replied Jean. “The German looked at the little group. He saw his countryman lying dead with an empty flask beside him, and guessed what was the scene of comradeship and bravery which the spot had witnessed. He gave instructions to an orderly, and wine was brought and given to the two wounded men. Surely, that is a scene and a deed which will wipe out many a bitter thought and memory of war! “Just then the cannonade burst forth again with tremendous fury, and the German force which had come up had to retire. Shells soon bursting all around, and fragments struck the English officer.*' He became delirious with pain, and the young Frenchman, stiff, feverish, and weak himself, saw that it was necessary to do something to bring the officer to a place where he would be safe and would receive attention. “Jean tried to lift the Englishman, but found that he had not sufficient strength left to take his comrade on his shoulder. So, half lifting him, and dragging and rolling him at times, the gallant little plou-piou brought the wounded English officer nearer and nearer to safety and help. The journey was two miles long! . . . But at last it was over. May Get Victoria Cross. “The two men came upon seme trenches occupied by the allied forces; they were recognized and taken in charge by an officer of the English Red Cross. They bad both lust enough strength left to shake hands and say good-bye. “ ‘lf I live through this,’ said the officer of the guards, ‘I shall do my best to get you the British Victoria Cross.’ “For the two nations have become one by bloodshed and bravery dis-

played, and, in addition, a little incident which I can relate will show that there is a precedent for a union of honors as there is evidence of a complete union of hearts. “In the British expeditionary force there is an English soldier, a member of a cyclist corps, who is proud to wear upon his breast the ’medaille mllitaire* of the French army.;™- 3 ?— “The story of the stirring incident has been told to me by Henri Roger,- a young soldier of the Fifth infantry, who saw it from the trenches and wfco is now lying wounded in hospital here. “During one of the engagements last week on the River Aisne, the Fifth was holding an intrenched position and was faced in the distance by a strong force of the enemy: ' .To the right and left of the opposing forces were large .clumps of trees, in one of which a force of English troops had taken up a position, a fact regarding which the Germans were unaware. In the other wood, it was soon discovered, lay a considerable body of German infantry with several machine gun sections. Cyclist Wins Decoration. “A road ran beside the wood in which the enemy lay hidden, and along It a force of French infantry was seen to be advancing. How were they to be saved from the ambush Into which they were marching? That was the problem, and it was a difficult one. “Every time the French troops in the trenches endeavored to signal to' their oncoming comrades, hidden German sharpshooters picked off the signalers. Soon the position seemed to be almost desperate; every moment the intrenched French soldiers expected to hear the hideous swish of the Maxims mowing down their unsuspecting comrades.

“Suddenly, however, something happened which attracted the attention of the French and German trenches. From the wood where the English lay hidden a cyclist dashed —the English, too, had seen the danger, and a cyclist had been ordered to carry a message of warning to the advancing French column, several hundreds strong. “The cyclist bent low in his saddle and darted forward; he had not gone a hundred yards before he fell, killed by a well-aimed German bullet. A minute later another cyclist appeared, only, in a second or two, to share his comrade’s fate.

“Then a third—the thing had to be done! The bullets whizzed round him, but on he went over the fire-swept zone. The Frenchmen held their breath as they watched the gallant cyclist speeding toward the French column. v

“The Frenchmen could not resist a loud ‘Hurrah!’ when they saw the daring cyclist dismount on reaching the officer in command of the troops which he had dared death to save. “The officer heard the message and took in the position at a glance. He gave an order or two instantly, and turned, to the Englishman. “Then was there a fine but simple battle picture which should live. “The French officer saluted the gallant fellow standing by the cycle. Then, with a simple movement, took the ‘medaille militalre’—the Victoria Cross of France —from his own tunic and pinned it on the coat of the Englishman. "‘I am glad,* young Roger told me when he had finished relating the story, ‘to have lived to see that deed. It was glorious!’ ”