Trench and camp. [volume] (Augusta, Ga.) 1917-1919, 1918-05-29

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For I'm having wonderful time,
whinod the carwheels as we hurried
homeward. Here was, just becoming
reconciled to being woman all my
life, whom along came the army and
upset my equilibrium. I don't like
being upset. It's painful / wish
! were born to be q soldier Being
girl isn't half bad II you're as lucky
as |. but IL / had my life to live over
should certainly apply to head
quarters for 8 mans commission in
the army.
Yes. after being threatened at the
point OF gun and being requested
to leave Camp Kearney three times
with more force than elegance, i
like the army, army camps and army
life And / realize that. as one
sergeant remarked TO me, soldiers
life is no dream. either, unless It be
nightmare, Neither K. p. nor M.
P. can be called joyful experiences.
But STILL like 1t. Uniforms are very
becoming.
''Fot o DT1sm Was Heard
We rode the fourteen miles from
city to camp that frst rnorning In a
Ford. just before we reached camp
we saw road gang In the neweat of
blue oyeralIs digging what looked
like an irrigation ditch, and work
ing as IL the boss were away and they
knew IL. / admit / was surprised to
see they were soldiers In overaIls-
and digging Where, oh where were
the brass buttons, the gold braid, the
swords and guns? There wasn't even
q band. that Indispensable % COM
pantment Of the army, to cheer tho
boys TO victory over the rocky
ground. One ideal shattered, II
thought with disappointment But
the sun still shone and the Ford
rambied on.
Over on the left appeared rows
and rows of khaki-colored tents and
long, low buildings that looked like
COW sheds. Since the rest OF the
ground was sagebrush desert It'll
took Imagination to decide that that
must be the camp. Here the road
turned and man In uniform came
out OF the real estate Office on the
tract to stop us. / was just going to
tell him that we did not want to buy
any land or take up claim when he
asked to see my pass
AS we entered, number of ambu-
lances and some artillery passed
out. Everybody was laughing and
talking. They didn't take 1t at all
seriously. They might have been go
ing on picnic instead of to the artil-
lery range, Then as we rode along
found out that the sheds were what
you call mess halls, but they looked
quite neat to mo. Everyone slept
in fonts. and / surely felt sorry for
them. freezing in winter and mosqul-
toed in summer, but an officer told
me that they are planning to build
wooden barracks. Tents are too ex-
pensiye. lasting year.
Every nov and then we passed an
orderly gaIioping down the street
and cutting corners better than our
Ford could Yonder was a soldier
etrolling along with apparently not
care In the world and ready to firt
upon no provocation at all. Soon
we came to the downtown district
and stopped at the Y. M. G. A. Ad-
nainlstration building, wheTe we
found my host. the local Trench and
Carp editor. under q pile of debris. |
reading carload OF poems contrib
uted by various company poets. Nest
Oh lASAA SAnB k6o pFA1SCs Oh lA9 e{TtS
they left behind them Second in
popularity were the odes to the best
known member OF the House OF Ho-
henxollern. The editor crawled forth.
Strengthened to his full height and
peered down at me from under his
green eyeshade He would be ready
in short while. Until then I might
wait here or over at the Hostess
House. / went to the Hostess House.
A Little hit of Home
The Hostess House was q home, in
spirit II not in fact But there
weren't any girls there either MEN,
men everywhere. never knew
there were so many men in the world
until / visited that camp. Several
were sitting around on the porch.
Regular summer resort, / decided
Inside three were lounging on a
cushioned seat before q huge log fre
on hot day. Some were writing
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