Going over to quarters, Sands ?" Thrusting a hand through the arm of Major Sands, Lieutenant-Colonel Graves started down the aisle.

Little groups followed, and the mess-room of that company barracks was speedily emptied.
Hard work, not age, had brought the gray frosting into the hair of Colonel Cleaves; he was forty-seven years old, and not many months before he had been only a major.
The time was early in September, in the year 1917.

War had been declared against Germany on April 6th.

In the middle of July the Ninety-o-ninth Infantry had been called into existence.

Regiments were then being added to the Regular Army.