Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 20, 2025
Don't worry. There's plenty of war left yet." Perhaps there was plenty of war left, but McGee soon discovered that a badly broken arm and a cracked, cut head can be painfully slow in healing. Days dragged slowly by, with Larkin's visits as the only bright spot in the enforced inactivity. Then, to McGee's further distress, the squadron was moved to another front.
"I shall," Siddons answered as he moved over toward the point where he estimated McGee's taxiing plane would come to a stop. "Big stiff!" Yancey said under his breath. "He'll ask him, all right, and right out in meetin'. He never believes anything he hears until he has asked a thousand questions about it. What do you see in that fellow to like, Hamp?" "He's all right, Tex.
He placed one arm around McGee's shoulder and with the other assisted him to support the box, from which the smoke was still ascending, and the two rushed for the door, throwing the whole momentum of their weight and speed against the crowd of frightened negroes, who were falling over each other in their panic-stricken efforts to escape. Priv.
And the pay for it all was a gold wound chevron to wear on the sleeve, or a dangling, glittering medal testifying to courage and sacrifice! The Ace and the Spy So slow was McGee's recovery that it was the middle of September before he received his final discharge from the hospital and was given orders to rejoin his old squadron, now operating in the St. Mihiel salient.
Now he was off having a fine time and would claim that his delay at Vitry was so long that he thought it best to head for La Ferte. Well, they would have him there. He had not reckoned that Cowan would send someone back. Upon McGee's return to the squadron, Cowan was too busy to see him, nor did he send for him until after mess that night.
Larkin was five hundred feet above him and somewhat behind, but at McGee's signal he dived down, taking up a position on the left. In this manner they could point out objects below and engage in the sign language which they had perfected through many hours spent in the air together. As they flew along McGee felt his spirits mounting.
Boys, make yourselves comfortable and await the comin' of the mighty. It's worth stayin' up all night to see." Orders for the Front McGee's victory had a most salutary effect upon the personnel of the squadron. They lost sight of the fact that he had been highly favored by luck in the encounter and that but for luck, coupled with skill, the balance might well have been in the enemy's favor.
The Canadian sixty pounders under Major McGee a few days before had smashed up the brown tower of Fromelles. This tower had been used by the Germans for an artillery observing station, and for several months the British had been firing at it without success. In about three shots McGee's guns got the tower and a half dozen shells reduced it to a hopeless ruin so that it was of no use to anyone.
The government needed men badly, but McGee's youth militated against him, and he was below the required stature; so he was rejected by the mustering officer. Mr. Barret, in hunting for teamsters to drive his caravan, came across McGee, who, supposing that he was hiring as a government employee, accepted Mr. Barret's offer.
"But don't suppose, David, I'm so jolly green as to believe what you're telling me; no offence to you, though." "You'll see, youngster, that what I say is true; so look out for him," was old McGee's answer, as he turned on his heel.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking