"Yes, oh, yes, he'll be all right. It's just time, you know. Time and care and patience. Like any other shock--only ten thousand times greater. It's wonderful to see how their memory comes back, slowly, slowly.... You wouldn't believe what man can live through. You wouldn't believe it--it's only flesh and bone, after all, you know. "Then there's this thing of trench feet--pretty bad that. Slow rot. Wholly new disease. And for that matter, there are plenty of them--not yet even named, some of them. But, of course, it's mostly shrapnel. Shrapnel and amazing things...." And so, like this, we passed through coach after coach--ninety-five wounded men there were on board. And the doctor was stopping every few steps to look at a dressing or to ask a question. And I was walking behind him, filled with wonder and amazement. I had not known it was like this--the getting wounded men back from war. They were so patient and so pitiful and so happy. And I think that they, too, were sometimes filled with wonder. For when I stopped to talk to them they said always that it was a miracle, a miracle being on that train. "I never knew I was goin' to be 'ere," a Tommy told me. He was lying, both of his bandaged feet propped up at the foot of his cot. "They got me in both legs," he explained. "Fair an' square. Shrapnel. Two days I was lyin' out. Two days. No, you wouldn't believe--an' I wouldn't either, hadn't I done it. Frightful it was. H. E. spatterin' 'round everywhere. They were rippin' things open, them two days. Oh, I was sorter goin' out o' me mind toward the end of it.... Don't know where I'd got to--we was pushin' on. Down I went. Down I stayed. Wasn't no good tryin' to crawl.... Yes, I was a bit out o' me mind, thinkin' all sort-a things out there. Two days, an' a night of it thrown in. 'In the legs I'm 'it,' I said to meself. 'Wish they'd blowed off me arms.... _I'm_ done,' I said. But remember 'em gettin' me hout. Two days I'd 'ad. Two days in 'ell. "Then I was put in a barn, full up it was, an' they went an' strafed that. Busted out a whole side of 'er. Saw 'er cavin' in--frightful noise. 'That's crocked up,' I said. "An' now I'm 'ere--'ere in a train. It's 'eaven, I call it." ... MY EXPERIENCES IN THE GREATEST NAVAL BATTLE IN THE WAR _What Happened When the "Bluecher" Went Down_ _Told by a Survivor of the Ill-Fated German Cruiser_ The narrator's name is withheld because at the time of this writing he is a prisoner-of-war. His story is related in the _New York American_. Copyright, 1915, Star Company. The armored German cruiser _Bluecher_ was sunk in the great naval battle off Helgoland, January 24, 1915. I--STORY OF THE GREAT SEA BATTLE