“What outfit do you belong to?”
“I belong to the 165th Infantry, sir.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I came in last night with an ammunition detail and we got scattered under shell fire and I crawled into the barn.”
“Yes, you slept there all night and let the other fellows do your work. You must be a new man. But I see you have a service stripe.”
“Well, I am new in the regiment and I don’t belong in this game. I was in the S. O. S. and they sent me up here as a replacement after I got into the hospital.”
“Where is your rifle.”
“I lost it and it ain’t no good to me anyway cause I don’t know anything about it, and I can’t see good anyway.”
The situation was too much for the officer and, like everyone else in emergency, his mind turned to Captain Walsh.
“Go down that road about forty yards and you will see a farm yard with soldiers in it and ask for Captain Walsh. Tell him I sent you and tell him the story you gave me.”