Army Boys in the French Trenches - Or, Hand to Hand Fighting with the Enemy by Homer Randall
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they were curious to see the turn the questioning would take.
Captain Baker, of the old Thirty-seventh, was detailed to do the examining, and because time was precious and it was most important to learn just what enemy units were opposed to the American forces, he got to work at once, an interpreter standing at his side while a stenographer made note of the replies. The captain signaled to one of the most intelligent looking of the prisoners, and the latter stepped out, clicked his heels together smartly and saluted. "What is your name?" asked the captain. "Rudolph Schmidt." "Your regiment?" "The Seventy-ninth Bavarian." "Who is your colonel?" "Von Armin." "Who commands your division?" "General Hofer." "Who is your corps commander?" |
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