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somewhere. Freison and I were sitting in the crowded Red Cross room at Camp Partanezess, outside of Brest, Saturday morning (the 19th) when a call came for a Filler company of officers. We, and Charlie Baker got through the nth physical examination forthwith and that afternoon were ferried out to the liner. We were supposed to occupy the places left vacant by officers who failed to appear on time to go with their companies. But after a long wait for rooms I was told by a captain to "go find a bunk