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Brodhead's Tribute to her Men of the Service

1914-1918

Compiled by The Civics Club

©1921 Brodhead, Wisconsin (Cantwell Printing Co., Madison, Wis.)


Extracts from Letters of the Boys With the Colors

(Copied from Newspapers)
From Private Requartte Hahn (p. 105)

Camp MacArthur, Texas, Oct. 18, 1917.

"Our Company has been reorganized and we have gone from 35 to 160 men. I was made a first class private. They are
pretty particular here about men being efficient - two were put out of our company, not enough stuff in their heads. They are at the base hospital now awaiting their discharge. I would hate to have to come home for that reason."

Nov. 15, 1917.

"I wish I could tell you just what this army camp is like, but I am such a poor hand at description, am afraid you will get
but a poor idea of it. Camp MacArthur covers about twenty-five square miles, and the rifle range attached to it is about twelve square miles, quite an area, don't you think? With the exception of the land along the river it is all practically level, but that it hilly and rocky. There are some mighty pretty places down here, of course nothing like Wisconsin, but still they are noticeable. It is nice and warm but the wind and dust are something terrible, the dust covers everything and is certainly a fright, one just craves rain. I never want to live in Texas, Wisconsin is good enough for me.
"And now to give you an idea of the number of men, horses, mules and trucks. There are about 35,000 men in all and
about 7,500 horses and mules. We have 900 animals in our regiment alone, and about 1,000 motor trucks. From 7 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. every man, animal and truck is doing some form of duty. You can imagine what is going on, hundreds of men drilling on the parade ground, four mule teams and motor trucks hauling supplies and one can look up and see an aeroplane sailing about most any time. Every man, animal and machine is doing his duty in a business-like manner and no one is loafing around.
"The main part of this camp or the business center is the Quartermaster Department. This is made up of about twenty-
five large buildings where all the supplies are received and then issued out to each regiment. Here you may see number of four-mule teams coming in each morning to receive their rations; they they are hauled to the different regiments. It is common, even, to see twenty four-mule teams hauling their supplies away. They look mighty fine all in one string and it means a lot of stuff too. You know they take real loads on these army wagons.
"Of course no one knows just when or where we are going but this regiment expects to leave here for somewhere in the
war zone about the middle of December. If we go across I am looking forward to a wonderful trip and to some mighty good experiences for me. A chance in a lifetime.
"Must close for it is nearly time for taps and I have to check in the company to-night."

Somewhere in France, March 22, 1918.

"Since my last letter written in England, we have had another change in station, and are now in France, 'Somewhere' of
course. We are now settled in a permanent camp and I am glad of it. I have had enough traveling to last me quite a while. I was telling one of the fellows, I wanted to take one more trip and that is home, and when I got there I never wanted to leave it again, unless U.S.A. needs me. Before this time I have never been anywhere outside the U.S., but now that I have been in other countries and seen what is going on, I realize what the U.S. and the Red, White and Blue mean, and I am certainly glad that I am an enlisted man in the U.S. Army, and any time the U.S.A. ever needs me again, you will find me right there on the job if I am able to walk. Dad, you and mother don't know how well off you are. That's what we are here for, that you may continue to live in such a manner."

Oct. 12, 1918.

"I will have a whole lot to tell you of the 'Marne drive' when I get home. It will surely go down in history. After we got
done there we fought on the Soissons Front, which was as bad. Now we are at another front, to my notion, the worst of all. We did not get the long rest we expected, but came right back into line again. It's got to be the regular life now, a fellow can lie in bed and listen to the old hell-diggers come over, and thing nothing of it. Z-z-z-z-Boom - and the dirt flies.
"I see the other fellows from home quite often and they are all getting along fine - that is, the fellows in this regiment. The
others I haven't seen for some time.
"You have probably read of how an enemy plane flies low along the road and uses a machine gun down the column;
well, I happened to be in one of those incidents the other day, but the guy didn't get very far before the plane fell to the ground about a block ahead of where I was. Maybe I wasn't working the old rifle some."

REQUARTTE HAHN.


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