A Late Withdrawal 

On February 23, George Jacobs and J. Lenoris, unaware of the fact 
that the Battalion had retreated, remained in cover, behind a tree, not 
more than thirty yards from the Fascists. They lay all night in 
the one spot and nearly froze. As they dug deeper and deeper, the 
snipers seeing dirt fly around the tree shot regularly. In the morning 
when they made their terrifying discovery they began to crawl back. 
In jumps of three to five meters from one hole to another they moved 
toward our trenches. The Fascist machine-gunners let loose every time 
they made the slightest move. In the middle of the field as the two 
men made a fierce dash forward, Lenoris got riddled in the back. He 
was brought in that night. After eight hours of creeping, waiting, and 
dashing, Jacobs succeeded in getting within fifty meters of our trenches 
where he collapsed. When he was pulled in, it was seen that his shoes 
were ripped almost completely from his feet by machine-gun bullets. 
Bullet holes through his coat along the arms demonstrated how narrow 
was his escape. He was not wounded. 

How Bob Norwood Died 

Because the Lincolns moved so much and the kitchen staff was just 
beginning to get properly organized they received hardly any rations 
for three days. On February 24, a huge bowl of coffee was sent through 
the trenches. Each man took his share and passed the bowl to others. 
When it got to Bob Norwood and a group of his comrades who 
happened to be chatting together, he got his cup and dipped it into 
the bowl with great eagerness. As he raised from a bent position with 
cup in hand, he said to his comrades around, “Come on boys, dig in. 
I got mine.” At that very moment an explosive bullet struck him in the 
head. He fell face down into the coffee... his brains seeped into it. 

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