lance
man doing hospital duty and so forth, but their American sense of humor
and of humanity soon had each doing his level best wherever he might be
found, whether under American or British senior officers or none. The
writer remembers many a medical--or was he hospital or ambulance--man
that did effective and sympathetic field service to wounded comrades
with no medical officer to guide the work.

The 337th Ambulance Company was originally a volunteer outfit known as
No. 8 Red Cross Ambulance Company of Detroit. Early in the history of
the 85th Division it came to Camp Custer and was trained for duty
overseas. After a month in the Archangel field several national army men
were transferred to fill up again its depleted ranks.

It was the commanding officer of this Ambulance Company, Captain
Rosenfeld, who, though too strict to be popular with his outfit, was
held in very high esteem by the doughboys for his vigilant attention to
them. It was a sight to see him with his dope bottle of cough syrup
going from post to post dosing the men who needed it. He will not be
forgotten by the man who was stricken with acute appendicitis at a post
where no medical detachment was stationed. He commandeered an engine and
box car and ran out to the place and took the man into the field
hospital himself and operated inside an hour, saving the man's life. For
his gallantry in going to treat wounded men at posts which were under
fire, the French commander remembered him with a citation. He is the
officer whom the Bolshevik artillery tried to snipe with three-inch
shells, as he passed from post to post during a quiet time at Verst 445.

At Yemetskoe in February, one night just after the terrible retreat from
Shenkursk, forty wounded American, British, and Russian soldiers lay on
stretchers on the floor in British field hospital. They were just in
from the evacuation from Shenkursk front, cold and faint from hunger.
There was no American medical personnel at that village. They were all
at the front. Mess Sgt. Vincent of "F" Company went in to see how the
wounded soldiers were getting along. He was just in time to see the
British medical sergeant come in with a pitcher of tea, tin cups, hard
tack, and margarine and jam. He put it on the floor and said; "Here is
your supper; go to it."

Sgt. Vincent protested to the English sergeant that the supper was not
fit for wounded men and that they should be helped to take their food.
The British