I was there with the Yanks in France | Page 5

The O.D. Circuit]
"Pull the shades down Mary Ann"
A love song from The East--
Our own jazz band
[Illustration: "Coming out" after "The Washington Birthday Raid"...]
Chemin des Dames--1918--
[Illustration: An African Mohammedan, an... Annamite, and a
prisoner...] (Arabic script) An African Mohommedan, An Indo-Chinese
Annamite and a prisoner who all crack rocks nine hours a day for the
roads of France
[Illustration: (soldier with hot coffee at Red Cross station)]
[Illustration: First regiment Zouave]
French Colonials from Northern Africa used in shock troops

SALVAGE
I'll be stepping wide in these russet shoes! Leather putts beside, honest
I can't lose! Guess the guy that had 'em left 'em in a hurry! What the
hell, he's S.O.L. I should worry. "That's my second razor!" "Then
gimme the blades." "Whatcha got there, Buddy?" "Pair of
tailor-mades!"
I'll be walking on air! Yes ... they was the top's! He won't need 'em out
there - if a big one drops. "Going to keep that sweater?" "No, look at
the dirt." "Put that on you, Buddy, "You'll have to read your shirt!"
If I get that leave I can use 'em to dance. Well, I should grieve, --he had
his chance. "Nothing doing! Beat it!" "Saw that luger first!" "Ten
francs says I want it." "Done. I'll cure this thirst."
Brand-new russet shoes, I'll be stepping high! Someone's got to lose,
glad I ain't the guy. If I'm going to use 'em, guess I'll have to hurry, The
next H.E. may be meant for me -- I should worry!
[Illustration]

[Illustration: The Gardener's Cottage]
[Illustration: In 1870 he lost an arm...]
In 1870 he lost an arm, in 1917 he lost a son and everything he owns
[Illustration: Lafayette Escadrille Men--]
Lafayette Escadrille Men-- Marcus who helps keep the big planes in
order Pilot Observer Loupont France Nov--'17
[Illustration: Making brooms from brushwood at Antibes for use on
army roads.] Making brooms from brushwood at Antibes for use on
army roads.
[Illustration: The Signal Corps]
[Illustration: The gold star] France, Aug 1918
[Illustration: Both under Arms...]
Both under Arms--The "pepère" of the '89 class and the Marie-Louise
of the last call
Soissons France/17
[Illustration: Cafè group of poilus...]
Cafè group of poilus listening to an American popular song for the first
time, sung by Yanks of The American Field Service
[Illustration: Home (pile of rubble)]
[Illustration: Some of the first ones]
[Illustration: Feet]
[Illustration: Vaux]
Vaux--the town American artillery blew off the map (together with the
German inhabitants)
[Illustration: Dugouts built for German officers...]
Dugouts built for German officers near Soissons used by them in 1915.
Decked out with cement and mosaic floors, tile roofs and stained glass
windows. Used by our troops in 1918.
[Illustration: The American Trained Nurse]
The American Trained Nurse / Am. Hospital No. 5
[Illustration: What one man is fighting for]
[Illustration: "Once upon a time--"]
Before leaving France 750,000 doughboys contributed enough to
support 3,444 French war orphans for one year, and the "Stars and
Stripes" newspaper left nearly three million francs toward their
education
[Illustration: Annamites--] Annamites--French colonial troops from

Indo-China. These paid Colonials were used as attacking troops, as
laborers on roads and as drivers of light trucks.
(Blackened teeth are an aid to health and beauty)
An ancestral pipe and a French briquette to light it with
Le Sergent Tam / Lizy-sur-Ouneq(?)
[Illustration: The "white wing" of the French front]
The "white wing" of the French front--but when he puts on his heavy
marching order it means there's an attack coming.
A King in his own country

EQUIPMENT C
The Loot is getting wabbly, With his dinky little pack,-- He can hear
the sergeant cussing But he doesn't dare look back.
But we ain't saying nothing Since we got the order "route," Too
dog-dead for even wond'ring If we'll ever hear "fall out."
My damn rifle and my helmet Keep on getting in the way, And my
brains are numb and dopey Try'n' to cuss and try'n' to pray.
My throat's as dry as sawdust And my right arm's gone to sleep, And
the pack-strap on my shoulder Cuts a slit two inches deep.
I just lift one foot and shove it And it hits most any place, Then I lift
and shove the other T'keep from falling on my face.
If the guide should change the cadence I'll be damned if I could stop; If
you pushed me with a feather-- Well, I'd just curl up and drop.
And I know damn well there's stragglers That'll ride up on a truck--
Guess if you ain't born a quitter, You're just simply outa luck.
I suppose we'll keep on going-- Huh? The Skipper's faced about?
Halt!... I'm dreaming ... in the daisies ... You don't need ... to say ... "fall
out!"
[Illustration: (tired