The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1918-08-28

remark I heard from the boys was
what fine roads this country has"
We have not travelled a dust road
or seen one, and what is most re-
markable is the shade trees along
them. You can trace the roads for
miles winding through the beautiful
valleys and across the mountains.
Now for agriculture, it does not
measure up to the States, but there is
more waste land in Breckenridge
county than have seen in all my
travel across France. For crops,
they do not raise any here. Rye
wheat, oats and hay are the field
crops, hay is their big field harvest.
Their beautiful vineyards have the
appearance of flower garden to us
boys who have not seen them before.
Now with the other boys helping
me we will tell of our little expert
ences in the trenches. For fifteen
days, except for the rats, we we're not
disturbed but one time. On the fifth
of July the Boche decided to cele-
brate at our expense and they had the
satisfaction of shooting a few holes
in the air. The first tim you har a
big shell whstling near you, it is not
a pleasant feeling and it does not take
you long to decide what to do. We
soon found the shortest route to the
dugout, but we were very thankful
that he shared his home with us.
There is one thing we have got to do
if we come back to the States with
whole hide, that is to move quick.
You have got to move and do your
thinking afterwards. Now this the
life in France and the trenches as we
Breckenridge fellows see it.
| will now give you the names of
the Breckenridge county boys: Cor
porals, Robert Noble, Gilbert Glass
cock, Pvt Johnny Avitt, William c.
Mattingly, William T. Jolly. Leslie
Jones, James Pate, James Wood,
James Richie, William Tate Cole
man Wheatley, Herman Smith, Or
vile Norton, Hubert Parks, Estell
Payne, Willard Pryor Sherman Glib
son. There are other B. c. boys in
our regiment but in different Compa-
MES, they are: Eugene Miller, Ray
mond Mingus, William Dowell, Char
lie Hobbs.
We hope this letter will be worthy
of space in your paper and we all
join in to wish you and the people
of Breckenridge success and happi-
ness.
Yours truly,
Pvt Eugene McGary.
Co. NJ, 9th Infantry, A..P. o., 745
A. E. F., France.
p. S. On a separate sheet you will
find poem entitled "One Day of
A Soldiers Life as Seen by Pvt John
w. Mills"
"One Day of A Soldiers Life as Seen
by Pvt. John w. Mills"
Co. NJ, 9th Infantry from Winnabou,
N. c.
There is rattle of bells and rifles,
When the bugle sounds patrol;
We all stand at attention
While Old Glory climbs the pole.
We all wait and listen for mess call
to sound,
For a soldier is Away ready when
chow time comes around.
When breakfast is over
And your mess washed and dried
You hear hateful whistle blow
Which means every man outside.
When every cigarette bit is picked up
And the Company street all swept,
Get your belt and rifles and do it
with some pep.
If you are just minute slow
Or your shoes don't shine,
The Captain says wake up there
guy
Or you will get double timel"
Then go to the drill field marching
four abreast
And drill from eight to twelve with
out single rest.
Then go into dinner all blue and
worn thread bare
Get a cussing by the Mess Sergeant
if you have not combed your hair.
And before you have time to change
your mind,
Its go out to bayonet drill;
And the Sergeant sits down
And says, boys practice at will"
You drill all day and half the night
And all you want to hear,
Is the bugle sound recall.
And if you speak after nine,
No matter what about,
The Sergeant says, "Cut out the
noise