قراءة كتاب "I was there" with the Yanks on the western front, 1917-1919

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"I was there" with the Yanks on the western front, 1917-1919

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Baukhage Hilmar R (Hilmar Robert)

دار النشر: Project Gutenberg

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The job that's never ended—Cleaning up for inspection

First time in two weeks!
Montmeuril

The letter from home
reading

The Ration Detail—a job which no one relishes. Each day the other fellow's artillery tries to lay down a fire which will keep these boys from getting back. They travel to where their supply company has dumped the food from mule carts—the point nearest front where creaking wheels may go. The man in the center is carrying a string of French loaves, the round black variety common before we got our own bakeries started.

The Headquarters Company of the Reserve Mallet taking its bath at Chavigeny Farm. The tub is a tin-lined cigarette box used by the Y.M.C.A. Water is heated in the old farm fire-place.

“PREPARE FOR ACTION”

I ran into Johnny Redlegs

A-sitting on his bus,

And I asked him why the devil

He dropped half his shells on us.

He just smiles and puffs his corn-cob,

As peaceful as a Persian,

And, "Buddy," says he, "you can't blame me,

You gotta blame dispersion."

I says to Johnny Redlegs,

"If I didn't have nine lives

Your barrage would have got me

With those lousy seventy-fives."

He grins and puffs his corn-cob,

And then he winks, reflective,

And, "Buddy," says he, "you can't blame me

If you pass your damn objective."

I says to Johnny Redlegs

(Just kidding him, you know),

"The trouble with your popgun is

She pops too gol-darned slow."

Then Redlegs drops his corn-cob

And spits on both his han's,

And, "Buddy," says he, "you can kid with me

And the whole damned Field Artilleree,

But there'll be a dud where you used to be

If you kid my swasont-cans!"

"Johnny Redlegs"—guardian of the "Soixant-quinze." (the famous French "75")

...and the doughboy who tries to keep just the right distance from the covering barrage fire.

"I know a girl at home who looks just like you."
6 June

"The Bugs"—Two men, French style tanks

An Indian M.P.—"A Chance to get even"

A Survival of the old regular army

Among the first sent across
They served with the French in '17

Reading their shirts

Her boy too...

American and French field artillery gun crews camped together in a wood near Charsoney. The canvas overhead keeps the fire from being observed by aeroplanes at night.

The linesman at the front—Same old job with just a couple percent more risk than usual

Using a shell-shocked tree for a telegraph pole.

St. Mihiel 1918

Dumb Beasts:

In the Missouri draft

Wagon train
bucks: "Maud" and "Mud"

Former refugee—now mascot and the only man in the outfit who likes monkey meat