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The young green of the woods shone in the morning light. We went by concealed ways to a narrow gorge behind the front line. It had been given out that the 76th Regiment was attacking after twenty minutes' artillery preparation, and that we were to stand by in reserve.
Precisely at twelve noon our artillery began a violent bombardment that echoed and reechoed through the forest gorges. It was here we understood for the first time that dreaded word, "drumfire. " We sat on our knapsacks and waited in suspense. An orderly dashed up to the company commander. Hurried words. "The three first lines are in our hands. Six guns captured. " We broke into a cheer and the spirit of the offensive woke in us.