The Boy Allies with Marshal Foch; or, The Closing Days of the Great World WarHayes, Clair W. (Clair Wallace)
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The Boy Allies with Marshal Foch; or, The Closing Days of the Great World War
Hayes, Clair W. (Clair Wallace)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
He leaped lightly from the colonel’s automobile, appropriated a horse
from a trooper who stood near and dashed forward in the darkness.
Colonel Johnson’s force was some distance ahead, and it was perhaps
fifteen minutes later that Hal came up with him. He gave the
instructions that Colonel English had confided in him, and then said:
"Colonel, if you don’t mind I’ll stay with you through this battle."
Colonel Johnson would have protested, but Hal continued with a smile:
"I have the permission of Colonel English, sir. I hope that I may be of
some assistance to you. Do not hesitate to call upon me for any piece of
work that you may wish accomplished."
Colonel Johnson shrugged.
"Help yourself," he said, "and don’t worry. If I’ve need of your
services you may be sure I won’t hesitate to ask for them."
The march continued in silence.
Suddenly the sound that Hal had been expecting came. It was the blast
of a great gun, close at hand. The advance of the Americans had been
discovered. Colonel English took his decision instantly.
"Charge!" he cried.
The Americans went forward with a wild yell.
*CHAPTER IX*
*THE BATTLE*
A volley of rifle fire met the first rush of the Americans. Sleepy-eyed
Germans, aroused from their slumber by the sound of the warning gun,
poured from their shelter and rushed forward through the streets of the
village. Hastily machine guns were wheeled into position, and a
veritable rain of bullets swept the ranks of the charging columns in
khaki.
But the Americans did not falter. These men of the Forty-second
division upheld the traditions of the American army. True, they had
been under fire before and it was not to be expected that they would
falter; but well might a man have faltered in the face of the terrible
fire poured in upon them. Each man bent to his work with a determination
that boded ill for the foe. Some dashed forward with wild yells, others
smiled quietly to themselves, while still others joked with their
nearest neighbors. Here and there men dropped in their tracks, to rise
no more, but others leaped over the bodies and dashed ahead.
So close had the Americans approached the village before being
discovered, that the enemy ranks had not time to form. What machine
guns had been brought into play by the Germans were widely scattered and
did not have the effect that would have been possible had the Americans
given the enemy more time.
American machine guns also began to rattle and Germans began to fall.
The opposing forces were too close for the enemy to use his heavy
artillery, nor could Colonel Johnson use his own field pieces for the
same reason.
Undismayed by the withering enemy fire, the Americans continued their
charge and soon the fighting became hand-to-hand. Wild cries and
imprecations arose above the sounds of firing, and the clash of cold
steel became audible in all sections of the field.
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