Uncle Sam's Boys with Pershing's Troops Dick Prescott at Grips with the Boche

a pier. There passed several days o

, after dark, the Ninety-ninth once more fell in and marched away, the ban

ring, not even the p

Behin

Nothing but secrecy, expectancy, an ind

d at the head of A company awaiting the final order that was to set the nea

of a house he didn't realize h

shivered; it was impatient

waited. By platoons the men marched into dimly lighted cars. When all were aboard the lights were

iers dozed unconscious of the talk and laughter of others. Singing was forbid

s on the rail none of the men had any clear idea. It was still dark,

l o

l their belongings. Adjusting their packs the platoons

gular columns, the regiment moved forward by platoons. Unknown officers stood along

fs of salt air prepared the soldiers. Army trucks were moving on parallel roads or trails. Ahead of them appeared high fences of barbed wir

d past the barbed wire

oomed the sheds

w the ground the Ninety-ninth fou

nt or acco

on through the dimly lighted pier sheds. On the further side towered

ay order reigned and

ormed men passed up the

ip, yet dim enough to

's my

drawn down on to the piers. Hawsers were cast off. Ste

s let go and the ship, outwardly darkened save for the

soldiers found th

er deck, the shadowy forms

canny, this dark departure from one's native land--the lan

fear. It was the strangene

men opened their mouths to sing. The chor

where I'm going, b

the Regulars. I

y dooty-ooty,

way!" Breaking through the words the ship's