Author : George W Cooper
Release : 2013-09
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Our Second Battalion; the Accurate and Authentic History of the Second Battalion 111th Infantry - read free eBook in online reader or directly download on the web page. Select files or add your book in reader. Download and read online ebook Our Second Battalion; the Accurate and Authentic History of the Second Battalion 111th Infantry write by George W Cooper. This book was released on 2013-09. Our Second Battalion; the Accurate and Authentic History of the Second Battalion 111th Infantry available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIV. THE THIAUCOURT SECTOR AND END OF THE WAR. IITHILE lying in these woods, we were told that we would start out the next morning at 7:30, march a few kilometres and then board trucks. The next morning (the 10th) we started out through the woods, but were met by Captain Gill, the Regimental Adjutant, just as we reached the road. He told Major Dunlap that we would have to walk a little further than was intended at first. About eight o'clock, the regiment got on its way and we passed through Mountblainville. A little distance past this town, we were given hard tack and canned roast beef, and then we followed the narrow gauge railroad into Varennes again. It certainly was a hard march and the only thing that kept so many of us from falling out was the thought that we might miss the trucks, which were to haul us "somewhere." We knew not where, and, as a matter of fact, cared less. We kept proceeding along in column of file at a slow pace, yet it was strenuous. The whole Brigade was on the march and, according to another soldier who saw us coming out that morning, it was one of the most pitiable sights he had seen. We were dirty and ragged and our beards were long, for we had not gotten a chance to put any water on our hands and faces for two weeks, let alone try to shave. Nearly everyone was carrying a German cane or some other souvenir that had been picked np in the Argonne. After we left Varennes, we turned to the left on a little road and then turned to the right on the long road, which eventually led us to just outside of Clermont, where we boarded trucks driven by Chinese, after marching over twenty kilometres. We rode and stopped and finally, at about three o'clock the next morning, which was Friday, we were told to get off...