The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling; Or, Training for the Big Fight in FranceChase, Josephine
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The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling; Or, Training for the Big Fight in France
Chase, Josephine
World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
"Camp Sterling! Camp Sterling!" The stentorian call thrilled the hearts
of the embryo soldiers. Long before the train had come to a creaking,
puffing stop, fifty boys were on the _qui vive_ to be out of it for a
first satisfactory look at the camp, of which they had obtained only
tantalizing glimpses from the car windows. Emerging with alacrity from
the train, they made brief halt on the station platform, while the
officer of the bouquet incident called the roll.
Met at the station by two sergeants from the camp, the little detachment
of future defenders did their level best to obey promptly the order,
"Company attention! Forward march!" Accompanied by the sergeants, who
had come down to the station to receive them, they were soon marching
away from it and through the wide gateway that admitted them to the camp
itself.
Far ahead of them they could see scattered groups of long, low
buildings, which they immediately knew to be barracks. As they proceeded
straight forward along an almost level and extremely dusty road, they
could make out more plainly the first outlying group of barracks, to
which they were momently drawing nearer. Of new, unpainted wood,
two-storied and many-windowed, these buildings looked rather cheerless
at first view. Here and there at the side or front of one stood small,
sturdy trees, the dark green of their foliage relieving the prevailing
monotonous yellow cast that predominated.
For over a mile they tramped steadily along. By this time they had long
since passed the outlying groups of barracks, and had had the chance of
viewing numbers of them at close range. Ordered at last to halt before
one of them, their conductors marched them up a flight of four wooden
steps, and through an open door into a long, bare room, the chief
furnishing of which consisted of two rows of narrow canvas cots. Placed
fairly close together, these cots ranged the length of the room on both
sides, leaving a wide aisle in the middle.
Here they were taken in hand by still another sergeant, who informed
them that they were now in a receiving barracks, where they would sleep
that night prior to being re-examined at a regimental hospital the next
morning. Crisply assigned to cots, they were allowed only time enough
to stow their suitcases and scant luggage underneath these cots, then
were conducted to the quartermaster to draw mess kits, blankets,
haversacks, and such equipment as is issued to each man as soon as
possible after arrival at a training camp.
They were ordered to check carefully each article of the Government's
property as it was issued to them, and obliged to sign for it. This
done, they were conducted back to the receiving barracks, where they
spent the brief interval before mess in neatly arranging their personal
and issued property under the cots which they would use only
temporarily.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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