History of the 305th Field Artillery
I
THE REGIMENT IS BORN
When it comes to beginnings, regiments are not unlike humans. They aren't pretty objects, or self-sufficient. They gaze upon the world with inquiring eyes. They address it with lusty and surprised lungs.
We were very much like that, and our first surprises came with our first days, when the men commissioned from the second battery at the first Plattsburg Reserve Officers' Training Camp reported at Camp Upton.
The adjutant's office was in an unpainted wooden barracks. A line stretched hour after Hour, snake-like, half around it, its head investigating the somber corridor where the adjutant's assistant sat making assignments. Nearby, those who had survived the ordeal stood in groups, ill-at-ease, wondering.
"What is a casual officer? Some-
thing to do with casualties!"
"They told me at Plattsburg,"
you might hear another say, "I was
in the regimental quota. That fel-
low in there says no. I'm in a thing
Drawn by Private Enroth, Battery D
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