37th DIVISION Major General C.S. Farnsworth Commanding. Lieut. Colonel Dana T. Merrill Chief of Staff. Major Edward W. Wildrick Adjutant General. 73rd BRIGADE OF INFANTRY Brig. General C.F. Zimmerman Commanding. 145th Regiment Col. Sanford B. Stanberry. 146th Regiment Col. C.C. Weybrecht. 135th Machine Gun Battalion Major Charles C. Chambers. 74th BRIGADE OF INFANTRY Brig. General W.P. Jackson Commanding. 147th Regiment Col. F.W. Galbraith, Jr. 148th Regiment Col. George H. Wood. 136th Machine G

It was on the road from Neufchateau to La Foche, where Base Hospital 117 was located, that I first became acquainted with the author of this book. He evidently knew how to run a Ford camionette, even though it was not in just the shape in which it left the factory. I remember that I asked him what he did for a living back in the States—those service uniforms were great levelers—and he said he was a parson. "But now you are a chauffeur," I objected. "Well, you see," he said, "when I first came ov

"Halt!" When above the noise and rattle of the car—for a Ford always carries a rattle—you hear the stentorian command of the guard, instantly every stopping device is automatically applied. " Who Goes There? " "A friend with the countersign." "Advance! and give the countersign." The guard at charge, with bayonet fixed, awaits your coming. When you get within a few feet of the point of his bayonet the guard again commands, " Halt! " In the silence and blackness of the night you whisper the passwo

"Over there" excitement was the normal condition, and the real soldier was never satisfied unless he was in the thick of the fight. Even "holding the line" on the Alsatian border was tame, and the news of Chateau-Thierry made the Ohio boys "green with envy." Their more fortunate guard comrades of the 26th and 42nd Divisions had covered themselves with glory. Where would the next American blow be struck? "Anything doing up at the front?" was the first question shot at every dispatch rider or truc

Twenty years to make a soldier! Well, that depends upon the kind of a soldier you want. There were two kinds in the Argonne Forest from the latter part of September to November in that last year of the great war. Four long dreadful years the Forest had been the impregnable stronghold of the Kaiser's minions. The last word in the perfection of trench warfare had been spoken by them. The most elaborate preparations for the housing of their men and officers had been made; dugouts of every descripti

"On to Berlin," was the cry of the whole Yank army. And the boys were impatient of every delay that kept them from their goal. They all felt like the colored private from Alabama who was asked to join a French class: "No, I don' want to study French. I want to study German." After the hisses had died down some one asked, "Why is it you want to study German rather than French?" "I'se goin' to Berlin." Then the hisses gave way to cheers. It was that same spirit which caused Corporal Cole, of the M

The infantry is the most mobile of any division of the army. Men can go where horses and guns find it impossible. They can file silently through narrow passes or a maze of forest trees and underbrush. They can scale cliffs. They can dodge shell-holes and negotiate muddy roads and morasses. They can move slowly or quickly at will and can therefore take difficult positions where it is impossible quickly to bring up artillery support. The Ohio boys were in the line exposed to the merciless and crue

At Chemin des Dames, near Soissons, one night about the middle of April, four Americans (one of Italian birth) belonging to the 102d United States Infantry, made up a raiding party. Their objective was a crucifix out in No Man's Land, about four hundred yards from their own trench and within two hundred and fifty yards of the German trenches. The crucifix was a monument containing a secret inner chamber reached by a small spiral stairway. A Boche sniper concealed in this crucifix had taken too l

This chapter is plainly labeled so that anyone who chooses may escape it. A preacher without a preachment is a paradox. We do not fear the paradox, much less the criticism of the over-religious. But we frankly believe that the solution of the moral and spiritual problems of the soldier, as the army attempted to solve them, gives a hint to the churches which dare not be ignored. The soldier was more truly religious "over there" than he was before he "fared forth" on his great adventure. And the r