The Battalion. (College Station, Tex.) 1893-current, April 07, 1915, Image 4

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AT COLLEGE
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NIGHT ATTACK ON COLLEGE.
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waited for the coming battle. Those
who had been under fire before moved
restlessly about. Some were excited
and eager to get into the fight. Others
thought anxiously of the danger into
which they were goingj The men who
had been in battle and to whom the
crackle of the rifles and the sighing of
bullets were mere incidents ,were loaf
ing around at ease. They showed lit
tle interest and no worry.
At 7:50 the officers’ whistles were
cautiously sounded, and the men as
sembled. The final examination of
arms and equipment took place, and a
profound silence succeeded the former
hum of voices.
Presently a few men began creeping
from the company nearest the college
gate. They went up the road in twos
and threes, moving slowly along in a
crouching walk. There were eight or
ten of them altogether. When they
had gone a hundred yards the rest of
the company silently followed.
As the first skirmishers passed the
cattle pen, they were discovered by
the enemy’s outposts. A few shots
were exchanged and the outposts were
driven in. The rifles flashed like
lightning bugs in the darkness, the re
port coming to a distant observer long
after the flash had died out.
The skirmishers pressed on, shoot
ing occasionally as some enemy show
ed himself, the rest of the battalion
came up at double time and poured
through the gate at the end of the iron
fence. They quickly deployed under
cover of the cedar thicket. At the
same time the third battalion entered
the campus at the Athletic Park, and
started the attack from that side.
The second battalion began to ad
vance very slowly. The enemy dis
covered them almost immediately and
opened fire. The firing began with a
few scattering shots, then broke into
a steady roar. It reminded one of a
summer rain, the first big splashing
drops being heard distinctly, then all
blending together as the downpour
begins. The enemy could be located by
the flashes of the rifles. , They seemed
very close in the darkness. The at
tacking line was in a half circle, one
end on the main walk, the line follow
ing the road around to prof. eFrmier’s
house. The line begaan to advance
by rushes. Sometimes two or three
platoons on different parts of the line
would all rush at once. The rifles
crackled with a roar as incessant as
the sound of hail on a tin roof. The
buildings gave back the sound, making
the volume of noise seem twice as
great. Sometimes a platooon would
begin to fire by volley, the heavier
sound ringing out above the rest of the
battle as regularly as a clock ticks, un
til the platoon would rush, and the
leader lost control over the fire.
The enemy gradually retired before
the attack until they reached theroad
across the drill field. They took up a
position behind the slight embank
ment, from which protection they
starated a fire that checked the attack
for several minutes.
The ammunition of the attacking
force began to give out. The line was
at a halt. The enemy poured a wither
ing fire from their protected position.
They began firing by volley all along
the line, and the copper-plated hail had
a deadly effect on the colonel’s men.
The colonel realized the situation and
resolved to stake all on a single blow.
He sent his aids currying to the firing
line. And then for an instant a new
and ominous sound passed down the
line as one man after another ceased
firing and fixed his bayonet At the
word, a trumpeter lifted his bugle and
sounded the charge. The other musi
cians immediately repeated the call,
and the whole line leaped forward with
a yell. The enemy’s fire rose in a
mighty crescendo, then ceased almost
entirely as the colonel’s fighting men
leaped the trench and closed wtih them.
The bayonet fight lasted only a minute
or two. The enemy fled to the protec
tion of the barracks. There was some
fierce hand to hand fighting in the
halls, but all was soon over.
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