Continuation of Second Diary-End Of The War

That night we received orders that we would go over the top at 6a.m. Nov.11th and at 3:00 a.m. we received a message to set tight and not attack. At nine a.m. we received a rumor that the armistice had been signed and that the guns would cease fire at 11:00 which no one believed to be true but shortly afterwards we received an official order that firing would cease at eleven. Promptly at eleven November 11th, 1918, all firing ceased. There was much hollering and blowing of bugles by the Germans and white flags appeared all along their lines as they marched away in close order formation. We remained here for the balance of that day and night and on the morning of November 12th we returned to Ville rs France where we stayed three days and departed for Sulmory 1kilo away. Here we had the experience of being billeted in an old German bakery where we rested until Nov. 25th when we hit the trail with full packs and our faces toward the Rhine for Koblence Germany 332 kilos North East. We arrived in Marville France at 3:30 p.m. after having covered 25 kilos of ground recently evacuated by the Germans and the scattered equipment showed signs of hurried departure. We remained in Mrville seven days. During our stay here we visited Mount Des Mure and the cemetery and church of Holy Mure. It was while in this cemetery that we had the pleasure of visiting a vault that contained the remains of forty thousand men who passed away some six centuries before. The earliest date being 1321. After spending a couple of hours in this ancient place we returned to Marville and visited the Des Mure Cathedral which was built in 1441. The interior remains as when it was constructed but the interior decorations have been torn away by the Germans who had used this beautiful shrine for a stable. On the morning of November 30th we hit the trail again arriving a Constance farm at 2:30 where we were billeted in barns, and once more taking up the trail at 7:40 December 1st hiking 33 kilos to Vellerupt where much to our surprise we found we were to sleep in real beds, and you may depend that each man pounded his ears and dreamed sweet dreams of home, but alas! five a.m. was bound to come with that unpopular person, the bugler who got out his tin beer bottle and blew that call which is more dreaded than taps.
"First Call". We hit the trail at 7:31 December 2nd, crossing the boundary line of France and Luxembourg at 9:20 a.m. passing through the town of Esch where much to our surprise we saw the beloved face of our commander in chief staring from posters in every prominent building as well as Marshall Foch.