YMCA
It is hard to tell of the tremendous work being done by the Y.M.C.A. At Custer the social life of the camp centered about the “Y” huts. Their canteen service was unexcelled. Y.M.C.A. canteens were located in every village or city which contained American troops. We were indebted to the “Y” for countless lectures, movie shows and entertainments, both at home and while on foreign service. The many American girls who came to France to assist in the Y.M.C.A. work were a connecting link between us and home. The huts were always crowded with fellows who were seeking their warmth, good cheer and good fellowship to banish the dull cares of war.
In Pont-a-Mousson nights would have been very often lonely, pipes and cigarette cases very often empty, “sweet teeth” very often unfilled, had it not been for the unflagging industry of the “Y.” Hot chocolate nights, down on the “main rue” and up by the hippodrome, were regular events we very seldom missed—even though we grumbled sometimes about the canteen service.
It was a large order—that task of handling Uncle Sam’s canteen service overseas and on a self-supporting basis—which the “Y” undertook. But this unselfish organization tackled it cheerfully and unflinchingly in the face of unceasing—and very often, unthinking—criticism. They made mistakes, but no organization could have helped making them under the circumstances and no man can measure the good they did, the countless services they rendered without thought of reward. This history of the 329th Field Artillery would not be complete without the statement that our sincere gratitude and our best wishes go on with the “Y.”
In Pont-a-Mousson nights would have been very often lonely, pipes and cigarette cases very often empty, “sweet teeth” very often unfilled, had it not been for the unflagging industry of the “Y.” Hot chocolate nights, down on the “main rue” and up by the hippodrome, were regular events we very seldom missed—even though we grumbled sometimes about the canteen service.
It was a large order—that task of handling Uncle Sam’s canteen service overseas and on a self-supporting basis—which the “Y” undertook. But this unselfish organization tackled it cheerfully and unflinchingly in the face of unceasing—and very often, unthinking—criticism. They made mistakes, but no organization could have helped making them under the circumstances and no man can measure the good they did, the countless services they rendered without thought of reward. This history of the 329th Field Artillery would not be complete without the statement that our sincere gratitude and our best wishes go on with the “Y.”
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