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me in one of the barracks. I was sent to the quartermaster's to draw clothing, and stored my civilian outfit. From time to time additional stuff was issued to us-rifle and bayonet, field pack, etc.
     The uniforms were light olive drab, of cheap material which shrank after the first laundering. During the three months spent at Fort Oglethorpe I never had a pair of breeches which fit me. Few others did, except those with sufficient money, forethought and [[oplin...?]] to have uniforms Tailor made.
     Men kept reporting for service throughout that first day. The only acquaintances I remember seeing, on the first day, were Paul Sloan, a man from Nashville whom I had casually met; Charlie Price, from Chestnut Mound, near Carthage; and Donald Davidson. Sloan was in the haberdashery business, but had attended a military school I never saw him again after the training period was ended. Price was a Vanderbilt student, quarter on the football team. I was with him much of the time until New Year's, 1918. He was later killed while on duty with the 6th Field Artillery. Davidson was a dreamy, almost feminine character, also a Vanderbilt student. He was a friend of Albert Williams, and I had met him once when he came to Carthage to help state a children't operetta which he had composed.
     When all the prospective officers had arrived, there were, as indicated above, about 2400 men in Training, and the camp at
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