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Ralph Marlow The Big Five Motorcycle Boys on the Battle Line…

Long caravans of supplies were crawling over other roads, all heading for the front and coming from the direction of Paris. No wonder that every thoroughfare must be crowded with vehicles of transportation, when a million Frenchmen in arms had to be fed daily, not to mention the enormous quantities of ammunition that must be expended between the rising and the setting of every sun.
The more Rod saw of this the greater grew his admiration for the genius of the men whose brains had to command all these thousands of details looking to the provisioning of such a vast host.
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Ralph Marlow The Big Five Motorcycle Boys on the Battle Line…

When Hanky Panky leveled the glasses at the distant line of hastily thrown up German trenches the first thing he saw was what seemed to be an innumerable army of men in drab working feverishly to strengthen their defences.
Already they had tasted of the new-born French enthusiasm, and could anticipate that much more of the same sort was bound to break loose. Long years had those fiery Gauls been hugging to their hearts the thought of revenge for the humiliation suffered away back in ’71, when their beloved Paris echoed to the tramp of the victorious Teutonic hosts.
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Ralph Marlow The Big Five Motorcycle Boys on the Battle Line…

Then fresh artillery was to be found going to the front, the horses snorting as though they already scented the battle smoke, the men sitting there on gun carriage and caisson, grim and eager, though none could say if he might be so fortunate as to see the sun set when that dreadful day reached its close.
Other big vans there were carrying fresh ammunition to the guns that were so noisily punctuating the morning atmosphere with their clamor.
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