ably. It saw the first enlisted personnel of the 305th.
His name was Frank Dunbaugh. He stood at attention
before Colonel Doyle, saluting.
"Private Duubaugh reports as directed.”
And behold we were a regiment—officers and man! We all, I think, felt a call to take out that pleasant young fellow and give him dismounted drill, simulated standing gun drill, physical exercise, semaphore, wig-wag, and buzzer; the beginnings of firing data, and scouting; with, perhaps, in his off moments, a little of grooming and horse-shoeing, and the theory, at least, of equitation.
But he was a little man, and Division Headquarters tore him from us before we could really annoy him. An order came down:
"Private Frank Dunbaugh is relieved from duty with the 305th F. A. N. A., and is attached to Division Headquarters," and so forth.
Paper Work grinned.
For that matter lie had plenty to chuckle over already. Headquarters was aware by now of his portly and increasing figure. General Orders, Special Orders, Memoranda, and Bulletins were suspended in neat wads from the wall. Captain Gammell, the regimental adjutant, threaded his way among them with haughty ease. At his suggestion, indeed, an officer brought from Division Headquarters a bundle the size of a small bale of cotton. We gathered around it, admiring the countless neat forms it contained, all labelled "A.G.O., No. so and so."
“What a system!" everybody gasped.
What a system, indeed! But we couldn't dream of all those delicate forms portended. Captain Gammell distributed them. Colonel Doyle explained how simple it was to handle them, and we turned again to the apparently more serious business of getting ready.
Shorn of their sole enlisted personnel the officers with
