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Title: Perkins School for the Blind Bound Clippings: World War Blind, 1915
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Perkins School for the Blind, formerly Perkins Institution
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Contributing Library: Samuel P. Hayes Research Library, Perkins School for the Blind
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up higher when a shell, better aimed thanthe others, exploded close to us, just over our heads, with a terrific crash. I thought for an instant that my brain had burst. I felt a burning painin my eyes, then a dizziness. Then a thick fog shut out everything from my sight. In spite of my agony, I desperately held the direction of the machine, try-ing only to keep it rising so as to avoid the shells that were now becoming fewerand fewer. I called to my Lieutenant: Nothing broken, Lieutenant/ But—no reply.Supposing he had not heard, I repeated my remark, trying at the same timeto open my eyes so as to see him. Not only did I get no reply but everythingaround me was black! I remembered that I had recently learned from a Major that certain ex-plosive shells may inflict such injuries on the tissues as to destroy them com-pletely—and this without the slightest contact—and even may cause death.I had escaped death, but seemingly I was blind! thought forInstant that my brain had exploded.
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As for my brave Lieutenant, I had every reason to believe that he was deadas he did not answer my calls. In such a situation, alone in space, at an altitude of about seven thousandfeet, I was filled with terror and commended my soul to God. However stillhearing those devilish hostile batteries continuously pounding away and mowingdown my comrades, I had but one idea—to get back at any cost to our lines andreport to my superior officers. But how could I do it in my condition? Steering as well as I could by the sounds from below, I turned in the direc-tion where I expected to find our army. I had been going thus only about twominutes when, to my great amazement, I heard my Lieutenant cry out: Up!Up quick! Quick/ Without asking explanations, I instantly worked the elevating rudder sovigorously that the machine took a leap into the air,striking and then breaking something that I havelearned since was the rooster weather-vane on top of achurch spire, against which wc were about to smasho

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