Camp Devens - Bugler and Sentry - WW1 Cantonment 1918
One of the most ardent ambitions of the small boy, in these times of wars and rumors of wars, is undoubtedly some day to be an army bugler. This enthusiasm and envy is by no means limited to the youth ; it is shared by people of mature years, and even by the soldiers themselves.
There is something picturesque about the bugler, and something that suggests romance in his notes. Before anyone is astir, with the exception of the cooks, the bugler comes from his barracks in the dim morning light, and shrills the "first call," which precedes reveille.
It then seems as if some one turned on an electric switch which rouses inanimate beings to activity, and changes darkness into light. The lights in the barracks flash; there comes from all sides the sound of closing windows, the dropping of shoes, and inharmonious yawns. The bugler has awakened the camp.
Throughout the day he announces mess, sick-call, drill-call, and numerous others until taps blows, when the same magic notes turn out the lights and silence the songs and voices of thirty thousand men.
Owing to the wide area over which the buildings are distributed, the men blow their instruments into a megaphone. In this picture, the bugler of the 304th Infantry is announcing to his comrades, who have just returned from drill, that mess is waiting for them.
Another interesting figure is the sentry. The camp proper is patrolled by the military police, who have "billies" instead of rifles. Some of the regimental guards, however, carry rifles, and patrol certain posts, as in an ordinary war-time encampment.
This guard, with his bayonet fixed, is patrolling the vicinity of a battalion headquarters of the 303d Infantry. It is a cold job because his post is not extensive and has not much walking space.
It will be noticed that the home-made helmet and gloves, quantities of which the women of America have been industriously knitting for their boys, are doing good service.