{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"xiaoboluo","provider_url":"https:\/\/xiaoboluo.cafeblog.hu","author_name":"xiaoboluo","author_url":"https:\/\/xiaoboluo.cafeblog.hu\/author\/xiaoboluo\/","title":"TURNING BACK","html":"Slowly and ponderously the United States transport, Sherman, moved out of the maze of boats that had clustered about her at the Brest dock. With ever-gathering speed she thrust her prow into the rippling water, leaving behind, on the <a style=\"color:#333333;text-decoration:none\" href=\"http:\/\/www.beautyg.com.hk\/\u91ab\u7f8e\u4e2d\u5fc3G\u6599\/229-neoskinlab-jordan.html\">Neo skin lab<\/a> wharf, cheering hundreds of Uncle Sam\u2019s boys who envied the lot of their fellows in thus sailing for home after the Great War. Mingled with the resonant voices of the Americans were the shriller notes of their French comrades, who were bidding God-speed to their allied comrades.\r\n\r\n\u201cWell, we\u2019re really off at last,\u201d remarked a tall, bronzed youth, speaking to some of his chums who leaned over the rail with him, waving to friends on the wharf.\r\n\r\n[2]\r\n\r\n\u201cYes, Jerry,\u201d remarked a rather stout khaki-clad soldier lad, \u201coff at last. And now that the captain can dispense with my valuable services in warping the ship away from the dock\u2014I believe warping is the proper word\u2014I\u2019m going to look\u2014\u2014\u201d\r\n\r\n\u201cFor the kitchen!\u201d interrupted a third member of the <a style=\"color:#333333;text-decoration:none\" href=\"http:\/\/en.discusswebs.com\/zhide\/\">Neo skin lab<\/a> little group clustered about the lad called Jerry, who wore on his coat the D. S. C. of valor. \u201cIsn\u2019t that what you were going to say, Bob?\u201d\r\n\r\n\u201cWhat\u2019s that about a kitchen?\u201d asked the youth called Jerry.\r\n\r\n\u201cOh, Bob is up to his old tricks,\u201d remarked the soldier who had interrupted his friend\u2019s facetious words.\r\n\r\n\u201cPerhaps I may be, Ned,\u201d came in reply from the stout one; \u201cbut I know enough not to call the place on board a ship where food is prepared a \u2018kitchen.\u2019 Why don\u2019t you say galley, you land-lubber?\u201d and with this parting shot Bob Baker, winking one eye at his tall friend, Jerry Hopkins, strolled aft.\r\n\r\nHe was soon lost in the throng of soldiers which crowded every available part of the transport, and Ned and Jerry, retaining their places by the rail, looked down at the water <a style=\"color:#333333;text-decoration:none\" href=\"http:\/\/view.diginewsroom.org\/foral\/\">Neo skin lab<\/a>\r\n of the harbor which they were leaving behind. This was one of the first transports to depart for the United States after the terrible conflict, and in addition to taking[3] home a number of unwounded men, it also carried many casual cases.","type":"rich"}