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BEING THE NARRATIVE OF BATTERY A OF THE 101st FIELD ARTILLERY
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Our observation Post (O T 10) gave us splendid opportunities to register. It was situated in a front line trench on the northern edge of the Bois Jure and overlooked a large area of Boche territory. Every other day or so we would register the various lots of ammunition and check our firing data.
On June 27 our stay in the Toul Sector ended. A French Regiment which had just come down from the battles on the Somme relieved us, to rest and recuperate, while we, our training period ended, went to test our prowess in more desperate fields.
For the first time since the memorable forced marches coming into the Toul sector, over three months before, the colonel formed his regimental column on the night of June 28. We were starting on the first leg of an unknown journey. The picket lines at Andilly had been left spotlessly clean. Mounted inspections had been held. Men, horses, and equipment were ready for the hardest kind of work. We were leaving "Peace Time Warfare" behind us. What the future had in store no one yet knew, but we all felt confident that whatever it might be, it could not be too hard for us.
We marched steadily all night long. The Very lights, flares, and aeroplane rockets of our old sector grew dimmer and dimmer as the hours went by. Shortly after daybreak we drew into the town of Troussey, where we were to rest for the next few days. Our park was established and our picket lines stretched in a little meadow close by the river Meuse, the men themselves going up into the town to billet.
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