Over the Top with Ration Carts This manouver made it most difficult for us to get supplies to our men. On the night ^{during which} my regiment was on the left [right] side of the river, I crossed at Appremont with ration carts {thru} the water and following[ed] a long straight road northward. It was very dark only the white road was quite visible. It was unusually quiet that night. We kept on going forward hoping to find our men. There was not a sign of any one about. The road was altogether clear. Now I felt as {though had} gone far enough without knowing where we were. I halted the carts and[Page]and walked into a field to [our] left. I spoke every now and then hoping for a reply. Finally, I came to a ^new trench in which the men were just getting ready for the night. I asked what outfit they belonged to and they told me the 110th but what was I doing out there; this is the front line. I now saw how thinly our front line was held and that it would have been an easy matter for us to have gone on with our rations into the German lines. Imagine the welcome we would have received there, since the[ir] supplies were running low. I brought the carts around and soon {found main} body of the regiment in small dugouts at "The Forge". I had to crawl on hands and knees to get into headquarters. Here I found Gen. Nolan of 55th Brigade just as he was talking over the field telephone to an artillery commander telling him in strong language that he was d_____ sick and tired of having his men fight the Germans by day and then leave them shot up by our own artillery by night. Evidently our artillery fire was falling within our own lines. This was not the only time ^that happened. I delivered my rations and made my way back