A Dangerous Moonlit Ride

One night this Gotha Bomber, it was a bright a moonlight night and the road was white and I was riding up there and you could hear this plane flying around and they took a few pot shots at me with a machine gun and nothing happened and I just kept on riding and I think they followed me right in to see where I was going. It was a bright moonlight night and the roads were all white and everything and they were throwing a shadow right across the road and they could see that shadow and I think they followed me right into the town and when I got there the plane was still flying around and I said to some guy. I got off the horse to deliver my bag and asked him, “Here, hold the horse while I listen,” and right then the bombs started coming down and they heard a noise behind me and the horse was following me down the stairs into a cellar. He wanted to be where I was. You know, a horse, a rider and a horse they get to be pals, you know. And I came out of there, I waited until the bombs were all over and I waited a few minutes and then I started down the road and I don’t know whether they could spot me on the road again but anyway a shell landed in a ditch about fifteen feet in front of me and there was a limber wagon, that’s just a front half of a wagon with two wheels and the team and everything coming towards me this way and the shell landed right beside them and I think somebody on that, one of these fellows was hit with it. Anyway, the team ran away and I was right in their way there, I nearly got run down by the team and then they put three or four more shells in there and then when they quit, I went on about my chores. These are the kind of things, you see, you couldn’t say you were safe any place, anytime.