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Kenneth Ward The Boy Volunteers on the Belgian Front

It seemed that every avenue of cross country travel was closed to him, as men were moving north from all points. As a mass of soldiers rushed from one position to the next behind they would turn and deliver a volley or two before retreating. Above it all was the continual hail of the shot and shell on every hand.
When Ralph reached a hedge that was impenetrable he would enlist the sympathy of some of the men, and they would either carry the machine over the thick brush or cut a way through.
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Kenneth Ward The Boy Volunteers on the Belgian Front

During the first part of their stay at the camp Ralph's wound gave him some trouble, and Alfred was always ready to wait on him, but as the wound began to heal, Ralph's restless energy made itself manifest.
"We must have something to do," he said, as he was wandering around with Alfred, one morning.
"Let us see Capt. Moreau," said Alfred, as with a sudden inspiration.
The Captain welcomed them warmly.
"So you want something to do?" he asked.
"Yes," said Ralph. "We can do the work, just as well as men, and some things we may be able to do better than some men."
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Kenneth Ward The Boy Volunteers on the Belgian Front

Each day rumors grew stronger, and more persistent, that the great German army had begun its march to overrun Belgium. Liège had been entirely invested. The Belgian army had stretched like a cordon across the highways between Liège on the one hand, and Tirlemont, St. Trond, Landin and Namur on the other.
Soldiers, camp outfits, guns, ammunition, food supplies, horses, and every sort of equipment for the use of soldiers were arriving by every train. In the meantime the boys were very busy at every sort of work which chanced to fall in their way.
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