In 1917 I was enlisted in the Missouri National Guard. In 1918 I was elected an officer, and I was shipped to the front line. On the 29th of August that year, my artillery battery came under German fire. My poor horse was struck by shrapnel and fell into a hole made by a shell. I was trapped beneath the horse, and I had to be pulled out. With most of my men gone, I had to muster my men's strength. I used some salty language I learned on the railroad. The men were so shocked at my words, that they immediately swung into action.
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