. History of Battery B, One Hundred Third Field Artillery, Twenty-sixth Division, with pictorical supplement; . edious journeywe arri\ed at the training area,which was to prove quite differentfrom what I had had fallen, pitch black. Atirregular and frequent intervals,T was startled by flares imme-diately in front of us. At thispoint the truck came to a deadhalt, and we were told to gang lined uy in single file,each one i)utting his right hand onthe shoulder of the man in front ofhim. Then forward, ho, camein low indistinct tones. The restof the journey was just a
. History of Battery B, One Hundred Third Field Artillery, Twenty-sixth Division, with pictorical supplement; . edious journeywe arri\ed at the training area,which was to prove quite differentfrom what I had had fallen, pitch black. Atirregular and frequent intervals,T was startled by flares imme-diately in front of us. At thispoint the truck came to a deadhalt, and we were told to gang lined uy in single file,each one i)utting his right hand onthe shoulder of the man in front ofhim. Then forward, ho, camein low indistinct tones. The restof the journey was just a bewildering maze, a jutting, drifting comnuuii-cation trench, with duck boards here and there; most of them troddendeep in the nuul, offering nt) protection whatever from the slime thatwas everywhere. Halting at the whistle and glare of every star shell,shuddering at tlu ping of every machine gun bullet, and the whine ofevery shell, we at last made our way into Seichprey. Here was our school, a few yards behind the front line. What anantithesis. Our piece de resistance was the thirty-se\en millimetre gun,. [112] commonly known as the one-pounder. A beautiful gun, with wonderfulpossibilities. Tranquility reigned, except when the usual strafing wason. The quickly passing days soon brought April twentieth, and wegot a taste of real trench warfare. At 3 A. M., I was awakened by the enemys barrage, concentrated atthat time on our front line. We went out and stood to, keeping oureyes peeled for signals from the infantry out-posts. As the minutespassed the barrage crept forward, and we were rapidly snapped out of itby a rain of shells, falling thick and fast and all about us. There wasnothing to do but take cover, so away we went, but one 77 beat me to it,bursting just in front of me, and I found myself with a stinging barrage lifted again cutting off all retreat. In an instant the town of Seichprey was full of enemy infantry. Thefive who were in the abri with me, left hast
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