I was there with the Yanks in France

'I was there' with the Yanks in France

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Title: "I was there" with the Yanks in France.
Author: C. LeRoy Baldridge
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"I was there"
with the Yanks in France
Sketches by
C. LeRoy Baldridge Private, A.E.F.
[Illustration: Audsurade Belgium - Nov. 11/1918]
"I WAS THERE"
WITH THE YANKS ON THE WESTERN FRONT 1917-1919
BY C. LEROY BALDRIDGE PVT. A.E.F.
TOGETHER WITH VERSES BY HILMAR R. BAUKHAGE PVT. A.E.F.
G.P. PUTNAM'S SONS NEW YORK AND LONDON The Knickerbocker Press 1919

Copyright, 1919 BY C. LEROY BALDRIDGE

TO OUR MOTHERS
Ours the Great Adventure, Yours the pain to bear, Ours the golden service stripes, Yours the marks of care.
If all the Great Adventure The old Earth ever knew, Was ours and in this little book 'Twould still belong to you!

PREFACE
These Sketches were made during a year's service as a camion driver with the French amry in the Chemin-des-Dames sector and a year's service with the A.E.F. as an infantry private on special duty with "The Stars and Stripes," the official A.E.F. newspaper. Most of them were drawn at odd minutes during the French push of 1917 near Fort Malmaison, at loading parks and along the roadside while on truck convoy, and while on special permission to draw and paint with the French army given me by the Grand Quartier G��n��ral during the time I was stationed at Soissons. The rest were drawn on American fronts from the Argonne to Belgium as my duties took me from one offensive to another.
It has been a keen regret to me that my artistic skill has been so unequal to these opportunites. The sketches do not sufficiently show war for the stupid horror I know it to be.
I hope, however, they may serve as a record of doughboy types, of the people he lived with in France, with whom he suffered and by whose side he fought.
Many appeared first in "The Stars and Stripes," "Leslie's Weekly", and "Scribner's Magazine", through the courtesy of whose editors I am now enabled to reprint them.
C. LeRoy Baldridge Private, Am.E.F. June 1919

I WAS THERE

[Illustration: Sunny France]
[Illustration: Warming up the "corned willy" over "corned heat" (solidified alcohol)]
[Illustration: Rain overhead and mud underfoot / Baldridge Near Montfaucon]
[Illustration: The Yank]
[Illustration: Fighting Trim]

[Illustration: Seicheprey, America's old home sector. April '19]
Seicheprey, America's old home sector--first trenches entirely under their own command.

THE LINE Form a line! Get in line! From the time that I enlisted And since Jerry armististed I've been standing, kidding, cussing, I've been waiting, fuming, fussing, In a line.
I have stood in line in mud and slime and sleet, With the dirty water oozing from my feet, I have soaked and slid and slipped, While my tacky slicker dripped, And I wondered what they'd hand me out to eat.
Get in line! For supplies and for inspections, With the dust in four directions, For a chance to scrub the dirt off, In the winter with my shirt off, In a line.
I have sweated in an August training camp, That would make a prohibition town look damp, Underneath my dinky cap While the sun burned off my map And I waited for some gold-fish (and a cramp!).
Get in line! For rice, pay-day, pills, and ration, For corned-willy, army fashion, In Hoboken, in the trenches, In a station with the Frenchies, In a line.
I've been standing, freezing, sweating, Pushing, shoving, wheezing, fretting, And I won't be soon forgetting Though I don't say I'm regretting That I stood there, with my buddies, In a line.
[Illustration: (soldiers in line in the rain)]
The Lids We Wear-- [Illustration: Dungaree style] [Illustration: This tin derby with winter knitted helmet] [Illustration: Old "rain-in-the-face"] [Illustration: The charming red-and-white effect] [Illustration: Fuzzy-wuzzy] [Illustration: The tank helmet] [Illustration: Some managed to hang on to the old reliable] [Illustration: With the French army] [Illustration: With its canvas overcoat on]
[Illustration: He used to hunt rabbits in Kentucky]
[Illustration: The job that's never ended--Cleaning up for inspection]
[Illustration: First time in two weeks!/Montmeuril (men bathing from canvas bucket)]
[Illustration: The letter from home/reading]
[Illustration: The Ration Detail]
The Ration Detail--a job which no one relishes. Each day the other fellow's artillery tries to lay down a fire which will keep these boys from getting back. They travel to where their supply company has dumped the food from mule carts--the point nearest front where creaking wheels may go. The man in the center is carrying a string of French loaves, the round black variety common