331st field artillery, United States army, 1917-1919 . rtsloaded with troops. Our ferry made an About Face when opposite the WhiteStar Line pier. On account of a boat unloading a bunch of Marines ahead of us,we were forced to remain out in the River until late in the afternoon. We wouldfloat a short distance with the current and then the engine was started to bringus opposite the docks again. For the first couple of hours, every time the enginestarted the fellows would put on their packs, thinking we were going to get^ this had been done a few times, we gave up and decided that Batte
331st field artillery, United States army, 1917-1919 . rtsloaded with troops. Our ferry made an About Face when opposite the WhiteStar Line pier. On account of a boat unloading a bunch of Marines ahead of us,we were forced to remain out in the River until late in the afternoon. We wouldfloat a short distance with the current and then the engine was started to bringus opposite the docks again. For the first couple of hours, every time the enginestarted the fellows would put on their packs, thinking we were going to get^ this had been done a few times, we gave up and decided that Battery Cwas out of luck again and no doubt we would spend that night back in CampMills. In the dock warehouse we received a final cup of coftee and lunch fromthe Red Cross and the Postal Cards, which we signed, to be mailed to the folks athome as soon as the news was cabled back that our transport had landed safelyat a foreign port. We were the last Battery to board ship. The first half of the Battery received Page 206 —BATTERY C 53111 Field Artillery,. Staterooms, but the rest of us were out of luck. We realized this more _ andmore in the next few days. At Mess that evening we learned from the obligingEnglish lads who gladly offered to wash our mess kits, that we were on a Britishboat, which always landed at Liverpool, the good ship, LAPLAND. Welaid at the docks all night and promptly at nine in the morning, after a long blastof the whistle, a deep sound which seems to come from way down and makesthe cold shivers run over you, or at least did every time we heard it on the trip,we moved out into the River. We were waved many good-byes from passingFerries, skyscraper windows, in fact from everyone in sight, something like a millionpeople. It seemed strange to us that we should move out in broad day-light insight of all these people, after all we had been told about keeping our movementsso secret. Everyone of us attempted to crowd to some part of the ship fromwhich we might get a p
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