A halt was called, and the men threw themselves prostrate on the road without loosening their packs. At that moment, the outfit badly needed a 'pick-me-up,' and it came.'Listen!' said the sergeant.Through the cloud and the mournful wind we heard the thunder of our guns — the French 75s. They were talking to us.
-Clair Kenamore
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