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arrival.  But if our brigade had any trucks at that time I never saw them. In fact, during my brief stay with the First Division, I never saw any motor vehicle being used by it.  That summer, when American divisions began going into action, each one had lots of trucks.  They just weren't there in January.

After that ride our group was dispersed, for no two of us were assigned to the same battery.  I was conveyed to the headquarters of the First Battalion, 7th Field Artillery, at a village called Couvertpuits.  I found there as its commander none other than Lieutenant-Colonel Alfred L. P. Sands, my old commander at Fort Oglethorpe.  He had been promoted through two grades since I had fist met him.  All regular army officers were being promoted at the same pace.  Sands greeted me with as much cordiality as a shavetail could expect from one of his rank.

The battalion included three batteries, and I was assigned to Battery C.  So from Couvertpuits (Battery A) I went on through Ribaucourt (Battery B) to Morley (Battery C).  Two other newcomers from Saumur were assigned to that battery.  Both were from section 2.  One was a second lieutenant ^[[Post]] whom I never had know very well.  [[strikethrough]] I can remember now how he looked, but his name escapes me. [[/strikethrough]]  The other was First Lieutenant Murphy.  He was the only man in the army with whom I had ever exchanged angry words., and we hated each other.  There I was, with Murphy as my fellow-officer in Battery C and outranking me.