331st field artillery, United States army, 1917-1919 . BATTERY C 331!! Field Artillery ^. for our trip through thepass before leaving for the st not express it. Our feet were ruined and we were soreand lame in every joint. The boat we were to sail on,had left two days before. But we were to all in tocuss and after a little mess, we all turned in, and forgotit was Christmas Eve and that back home Santa Clauswas climbing down the chimney. We were told thatthere would be no Reveille the next morning, but atsix thirty the bugles tooted, there was a sharp blast ofthe whistle, and Wilsons Outside, y
331st field artillery, United States army, 1917-1919 . BATTERY C 331!! Field Artillery ^. for our trip through thepass before leaving for the st not express it. Our feet were ruined and we were soreand lame in every joint. The boat we were to sail on,had left two days before. But we were to all in tocuss and after a little mess, we all turned in, and forgotit was Christmas Eve and that back home Santa Clauswas climbing down the chimney. We were told thatthere would be no Reveille the next morning, but atsix thirty the bugles tooted, there was a sharp blast ofthe whistle, and Wilsons Outside, you wagon soldiers,and line up. There were only about fifty men whocould pull their shoes on over their swollen feet, andthese stumbled outside to hear their names read off tobe ready to go on detail at seven thirty. We were nowbeginning to realize that going home was far from beinga pleasure trip and that we had to earn every mile ofthe way. On the morning of our third day at camp Genicartwe rolled our packs once more, but this time it wasDelouser an ordeal through which all troops mu
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