The First battalion, the story of the 406th telegraph battalion, Signal corps . n the midst of their trouble, and seemed in imminent danger of dying from the excitement, a Frenchsoldier rushed into the room. Oo! la! la! Americaines and a lot of otherwords he shouted as he waved his arms and pointed towards an orchardnot far from the house. All were too busy to pay any attention to child, the six-year-old daughter of M. Quin, was crying and runningaround hanging onto first one and then another of the men. Doors banging,windows breaking, the crying child, the insistent Frenchman,
The First battalion, the story of the 406th telegraph battalion, Signal corps . n the midst of their trouble, and seemed in imminent danger of dying from the excitement, a Frenchsoldier rushed into the room. Oo! la! la! Americaines and a lot of otherwords he shouted as he waved his arms and pointed towards an orchardnot far from the house. All were too busy to pay any attention to child, the six-year-old daughter of M. Quin, was crying and runningaround hanging onto first one and then another of the men. Doors banging,windows breaking, the crying child, the insistent Frenchman, the seeminglydying woman, and the intermittent explosions from dropping bombs made arather full evening. After a bit Thevelin managed to grasp that the soldier had seen someBoche spies in American uniforms in the orchard signalling to the raiderswith candles. The reason for his excitement was then apparent. Meigs,pistol in hand, followed him out of the house and up the road to the the way Al Coates met the pair and joined them, with the remark: ON TO THE JESLE 185. Orders were received. to return to La Fertefor a rest. The Battalionmoved down and tookquarters in a Cavalry drillgrounds It was planned at once to havean inspection View of the Camp I dont know where youre going or what youre going to do, but Im with I) you. As they entered the orchard they dodged from tree to tree. It was aparticularly black night. Suddenly La! La! from the Frenchman. Meigsand Coates looked ahead and could make out a pup tent with a lighted candleinside. Two men in American uniforms were inside apparently asleep. Meigs stuck his automatic under the tent and in his gruffest voice yelled: What are you birds doing up here? Come out o there! Who are you? was the answer. If you dont come out quick Ill shoot you full of holes—the both of you! Wait until we get our shoes on. The devil with your shoes, and by way of assistance Meigs grasped oneof them by the foot and dragged him out on his bac
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