Whistles sounded again, as Tommies, fresh from their easy victory, charged the new German line. "Right then! Second platoon, fire at will!" Baummer shouted, firing his pistol at the advancing Brits. Rifle fire erupted from the trench, a few machine guns started, and artillery fire hit the Tommies hard, their attack quickly folded.

Believing this to be an omen, Baummer shouted "Their on the run, lets get them boys!" as he hopped out of the trench towards the Ridge. Haus quickly followed, as did other men, soon the formal order of a charge sounded, and a large number of men ran across the dreaded No Mans Land, not one stopping for cover, as bullets rained down upon them.

Haus's chest hurt, he never ran so hard in his life. However, the charge hit the metaphorical brick wall, as it seemed the first line of men toppled over dead. One man fell onto Haus, as they both fell into a crater. The soldier was about 18, only a young lad. The kid looked up blankly, as if waiting for the hand of God to pick him up. Haus himself was hit by a round in the leg, and it was not until the adrenaline settled down and the Germans fell back that he realized it. He could not get up, and his comrades could not hear his shouts or pleas over the fire. All he could do now was wait........

He wondered if the Hand of God would show up.