Army Boys in the French Trenches; Or, Hand to Hand Fighting with the Enemy

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AUTHOR OF Army Boys in France and Army Boys on the Firing Line
Illustrated by ROBERT GASTON HERBERT
1919
Stand ready, boys. We attack at dawn!
The word passed in a whisper down the long line of the trench, where the American army boys crouched like so many khaki-clad ghosts, awaiting the command to go over the top.
That will be in about fifteen minutes from now, I figure, murmured Frank Sheldon to his friend and comrade, Bart Raymond, as he glanced at the hands of his radio watch and then put it up to his ear to make sure that it had not stopped.
It'll seem more like fifteen hours, muttered Tom Bradford, who was on the other side of Sheldon.
Tom's in a hurry to get at the Huns, chuckled Billy Waldon. He wants to show them where they get off.
I saw him putting a razor edge on his bayonet last night, added Bart. Now he's anxious to see how it works.
He'll have plenty of chances to find out, said Frank. This is going to be a hot scrap, or I miss my guess. I heard the captain tell the lieutenant that the Germans had their heaviest force right in front of our part of the line.