The Mena weekly star., 1918-05-30
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 ARTHUR euY EnTYI
They read:
CHAPTER XXI.
About Turn.

The next evening we were relieved by the ---th brigade, and once again returned to rest billets. Upon arriving at these billets we were given twenty -Four hours in which to clean up. I had lust finished getting the mud from my uniform when the orderly sergeant in- formed me that my name was in orders to leave. and that I was to report to tne orderly room in the morning for or. ders. transportation and rations.
 4 nearly had fit. hustled about packing up. filling my pack with sou senirs such as shell heads, dud bombs. sose caps, shrapnel balls, and Prus- Han guardsman's helmet. In fact. be- lore turned in that night, had every thing ready to report at the orderly room at nine the next morning.
 l was the envy of the whole section. swanking around, telling of the good lime was going to have, the places I would visit, and the real, old English beer I intended to guzzle. Sort of rubbed 1t into them. because they all do 1t. and now that 1t was my turn, I took pains to get my own back.
 At nine I reported to the captain. re- seiying my travel order and pass. He asked me how much money I wanted 10 draw. I glibly answered, "Three iundred francs, sir" he just as glibIy handed me one hundred.
 Reporting at brigade headquarters. with my pack weighing a ton, waited, with forty others, for the adjutant to inspect us. After an hours wait, he same out; must have been sore because 1e wasn't going with us.
 The quartermaster sergeant issued IS two days rations, in little white canvas ration bag, which we tied to ,ur belts.
 Then two motor lorries came along md we piled in, laughing. Joking, and n the best of spirits. We even loved he Germans, we were feeling so happy. Dur journey to seven days bliss In 8lighty had commenced.
 The ride in the lorry lasted about wo hours; by this time we were GOV sred with fine, white dust from the 'oad. but didn't mind, even If we were iearly choking.
 At the railroad station at F- we reported to an officer, who had a white ! oand around his arm, which read "R. T. O." (Royal Transportation Officer). To us this officer was Santa Claus.
 The sergeant in charge showed him ,ur orders; he glanced through them md said: Make yourselves comfort I able on the platform and don't leave; the train is liable to be along in five ninutes--or Ave hours"
 It came in five hours. string of eleven match boxes on big, high { drawn by dinky little engine with the 'con.p These match boxes were cattle cars. on the sides of which was painted the old familiar sign. 'Hommes 40. Cheyaux S."
 The K. T. o. stuck us all into one ,ar. We didn't care; 1t was as good IS a Pullman to us.
 Two days we spent on that train. jumping. stopping. jerking ahead, and sliding back. At three sta Ions we stopped long enough to make ome tea. but were unable to wash. so vhen we arrived at B.. where we vere to embark for Blighty, we were s black as Turcos and. with our un- haven faces, we looked like lot of ramps. Though tired out we were appy.
 We had packed up. preparatory to etraining. when R. T. O. held up his and for us to stop where we were nd came over. This Is what he said