ight into those other machine guns, and I got them. When I got back
to my Major's P. C. I had 132 prisoners.

"So you can see here in this case of mine where God helped me out. I had
been living for God and working in church work sometime before I came to
the army. I am a witness to the fact that God did help me out of that
hard battle for the bushes were shot off all around me and I never got a
scrach.

"So you can see that God will be with you if you will only trust Him,
and I say He did save me."

"By this time," he wrote; "the Germans from on the hill was shooting at
me. 'Well, I was giving them the best I had."

That best was the courage to stand his ground and fight it out with
them, regardless of their number, for they were the defilers of
civilization, murderers of men, the enemies of fair play who had shown
no quarter to his pals who were slain unwarned while in the act of
granting mercy to men in their power.

That best was the morale of the soldier who believes that justice is on
his side and that the justness of God will shield him from harm.

And in physical qualities, it included a heart that was stout and a
brain that was clear--a mind that did not weaken when all the hilltop
above flashed in a hostile blaze, when the hillside rattled with the
death drum-beat of machine gun-fire and while the very air around him
was filled with darting lead. As he fought, his mind visualized the
tactics of the enemy in the moves they made, and whether the attack upon
him was with rifle or machine gun, hand-grenade or bayonet, he met it
with an unfailing marksmanship that equalized the disparity in numbers.

Another passage in his direct and simple story shows the character of
this man who came from a distant recess of the mountains with no code of
ethics except a confidence in his fellow man.

Those of the Americans who were not killed or wounded in the first
machine gun-fire had saved themselves as York had done. They had dived
into the brush and lay flat upon the ground, behind trees, among the
prisoners, protected by any obstruction they could find, and the stream
of bullets passed over them.

York was at the left, beyond the edge of the thicket. The others were
shut off by the underbrush from a view of the German machine guns that
were firing on them. York had the open of the slope of the hill, and it
fell to him to fight the fight. He wrote in his diary when he could find
time, and the story was written i