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Army Boys In the French Trenches or, Hand to Hand Fighting With the Enemy
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- 12,99 zł
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"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."
"So much the better," asserted Billy stoutly. "They can't come too thick or too fast. They've been sneering at what the Yankees were going to do in this war, and it's about time they got punctures in their tires."
At this moment the mess helpers passed along the line with buckets of steaming hot coffee, and the men welcomed it eagerly, for it was late in the autumn and the night air was chill and penetrating. "Come, little cup, to one who loves thee well," murmured Tom, as he swallowed his portion in one gulp.
The others were not slow in following his example, and the buckets were emptied in a twinkling.