The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1918-01-08
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! Them girls in blue union suits what
works in II factory" said the infantry
man with smirk Of wisdom. Good
: lockers som" of them. but they parleF
Nous no English"
, I've pass through there. don't w"::''
, eagerly asked the corporal. his curiosity
aroused.
"Yrp." said the other.
y caravan nf twenty or more now
American army trucks in charge or
! major. nn old friend. formerly In the
cuuSi artillery. was anchored near inc
railway station. He said:
ran these bouncing babies through
from the scacuaSt hcllbcnt for election.
8 Never knew before how many things
there are you cannot do IN foreign
country 40 interpreter along. thank
God. IL bother ME with suggestions
When | got stuck | always hunted up
Il local priest and he liked me IN. Wise
homhrcs. these priests. One got mo
water for the truck tanks when we
needed it, Another dug up some gaso-
, line. Killed Il dog away back and paid
for HIM with bottle or wine To the
owner Had no time for ceremony.
, Orders were to be here at O certain date.
Made il by night and day driving. but It
was mighty hard on the French ROAD
regulations"
Watched the major as he checked OIL
the trucks TO the different organizations
SO mnny to this battery and so many TO
that infantry regiment. \ few years
ago this man was orderly To an Amcri-
can general IN the Philippines. His pro-
! motion To the gold Leaf WINS hard
earned every step Of the way. He IL
only IL cog to the American military
machine in Franco. but Il well-oilcd cog.
| He ncv"r fails To get done u thtng that
he has been assigned 10. He has brought
several truck trains across France una
always with signal success. All the
! army knows him for his bulldog
ten;,cily.
/ Their. was 4 heavy rumble down tho
railroad traCks-the rapid approach OF
! Il French ammunition train. 1t did not
stop but went IN to Il station nearer
: thn front under tho protective voice OF
! the biz French guns. 7 counted sixty
fiat ears. each one creakinE under tho
; weight OF boxes which contained shells
and powder cans. War is certainly Il
hungry monster with All extraordinary
annette 4 second train followed. which
Istoppcd. II held the ammunition for tn"
hAmrriran batteries. also hay for our
horses and canned goods and foodstuffs
/ for our men. Their transfer from train
tn trucks suggested the activities Of n
busy day in the Bush Terminal, Brook
;lyu Is Battery moved again.
! If could keep this narrative on the
march indefinitely l would do so. There
is nothing ! know equal TO the sensa-
! ton Of going forward into a war zone.
land every moment there are new slides
! passing into the landscape stcrcopticon.
! 1t beats eating peanuts nj circus, ris-
: ing in the seventh inning ut ball gnmc
to cheer the home team or getting
! raise in salary. II Is the thrill Of thrills.
Humor In the Ranks.
Occasionally our "R. g." held IN his
/ mcltlcsomc horse and lot tho procession
Of men and wagons pass him. The rain
/ mcanwhilr came down with all the
| anguish of sympathetic sky. He Is a
! cool chap, our "B. g." an officer with
| stonc-front visagc and II laugh that
! rises above his mouth. He grew with
| tho men every moment Of the journey.
| for the mcancr the weather and the
| neurer a shell fell tho easier hn chattcd
! with the noncummiSsioncd officers. l
! fancy the enemy knew VIC were moving
! un and / am sure the "B. c." glorified
! In the futile efforts of tho Germans TO
catch US with their long distance pot
shots. He WAS actually impudcnt TO
danger.
Walking his mount alongside he said
| to me, You'd think this gang was go
| ing TO q clambake."
| Why"
There are so many Shells" he
cracked.
Nor did we miss out on the girls In
| blue union suits" About fifty of them
| came over tho bridge to our left anu