which the various factors seemed to balance themselves. Unaccustomed and unending duties caused us to fall asleep directly after taps without discomfort in the rough blankets. The morning footdrill and gundrill brought around dinner hour all the quicker. The afternoon conditioning hike enhanced the attractiveness of the swimming hole, and each and every detail finished, served as a valid excuse to patronize the vendors of fruit, pie, and "Lemon Pop". During that first week, the first Sergeant's office was the busiest place in the Battery. Army paper work was at its zenith. The process of being mustered into federal service seemed to require about every avail­ able blank form in the army to be filled out and signed,

Our transition into soldiers those first few days was made harder by a terrific heat spell that blighted our good nature, destroyed our enthusiasm, scorched our patriotism, and coupled with violent lightning storms, during one of which, a tent was struck and one member of the Regiment was killed, made us feel quite superior to the French and English in the trenches of France. With the return of proper weather our natural spirits came back again; the morning drills were executed with snap; the afternoon hikes became competitive in character; and the evenings were devoted to song and boxing. Each week end brought with it an eagerly looked forward to rest. Our camp would suddenly resemble a huge county fair. Great crowds of parents, relatives, and sweet­ hearts flocked out and swarmed over the camp in their efforts to see their boys. The never ending jam

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