Army Boys marching into Germany : $b or, Over the Rhine with the Stars and StripesRandall, Homer
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Army Boys marching into Germany : $b or, Over the Rhine with the Stars and Stripes
Randall, Homer
World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
“Right,” agreed Colonel Pavet, “and if I might be permitted to suggest,
I would say nothing to your mother about it at present. If it were
anything really serious, of course she ought to know. But under the
circumstances it would only cost her needless worry. Now I must be
going. Of course you know or have guessed that there will be a great
battle tomorrow.”
“I have heard that we attack at dawn,” replied Frank.
“Yes,” confirmed the colonel. “To you Americans has been assigned
the task of clearing out the Argonne Forest. It is one of the most
tremendous tasks of the war but I know you will be equal to it. My own
regiment is with Gouraud’s forces on your left. We will probably effect
a juncture with your forces after you have taken the forest, and the
two armies will have a friendly race to see which gets to Sedan first.
The luck of battle may bring us together again before long.”
“I hope so,” smiled Frank, “and when we do meet I hope that we can
congratulate each other on the complete defeat of the Huns.”
“We will,” replied the colonel with conviction. “Their lines are
bending now and are ready to break. One more great effort and the work
is done. The Allied armies will spend Christmas on the Rhine.”
“I hope you are as good a prophet as you are a fighter,” laughed
Frank. “But I believe in my soul you’re right.”
“I’m sure of it,” replied the colonel. “And now I must go. Remember me
to your mother when you write.”
They shook hands and separated, the colonel mounting his horse which
stood at the door, and Frank with a final wave of the hand returning to
his comrades.
His sleep that night was as sound as though the next day were to be a
holiday, instead of marking the beginning of one of the most desperate
battles of the war.
The reveille sounded while it was yet dark on the following morning,
and before the first faint streak of dawn appeared in the eastern sky
the old Thirty-seventh was in line waiting for the word to advance.
Before them in the semi-darkness loomed up the gigantic shapes of the
tanks that were to lead the way and smash the barriers that the foe had
erected during the four years that they had held the forest.
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