r np rwv To 1 rammg fBgfl. .V By THOMAS (Editor of the Camp McClellan Bffj'.* After nosing its way through the gentle slope of Alabama hills the train rumbles into Anniston. Then, after the general clamor heard KV . around most any small city train station, regarding the almost pathetic cry of cabbies begging you to patron5 ~ *ze them, you walk a few blocks and grab a jitney to Camp McClellan. A nice little six miles of beautiful scenery is then slowly?maybe slowly B v . " the jitney driver feela at his leisure?jogs past, and you arrive safei ly, perhaps safely, I should say, and then you ride around a bit through rows and rows of mess shacks, tents and guards and everything else military until you arrive at your destination. Let us say that you have arrived In the cantonment just as the sun has | drifted beyond the distant hills?just as retreat is sounding and tbt flag is slowly gilding down the high white pole up~at Division Headquarters. The bands are playing the "Star Sjjangled Banner," and the bugles are heard everywhere. Soldiers are standing at attention. I think that it is ^ - the most wonderful part of the day, the most inspiring moment of the soldier's Hfe?the culmination of the dhy's labors, its trials, its joys, its mishaps apd its sorrows?it is the jfc-. . supreme moment of the day here at Camp McClellan. Inspiring Night Mess, then comes night. The warm, pacifying night. The kind here in the hills of Alabama that stirs the heartEl' - string*- and makes the blood tingle with patriotism. You go t