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639th c^ERO SQUADRON BOOK 
 
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 BEING <_A RECORD OF THE 
 SQUADRON'S ACTIVITIES 
 WITH BRIEF BIOGRAPHICAL 
 SKETCHES OF ITS MEMBERS 
 
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 Organized September, 1917 
 
 With A. E. R, January, 1918, to May, 1919 
 
 Demobilized June, 1919 
 
 PUBLISHED BY THE 
 639th c/lERO SQUADRON 
 
 19 2 
 
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 DEDICATED 
 TO THE MEMORY 
 OF THOSE GALLANT MEM- 
 BERS OF THE A. E. F. WHO LOST 
 THEIRo LIVES IN FRANCE 
 FIGHTING FOR cA 
 PRINCIPLE 
 
 Gift 
 
 Publisher 
 APR 14 IS2i 
 
FOREWORD 
 
 It is with a great feeling of pride that I write the foreword to this book. The 6tyth 
 Aero Squadron was a live, wideawake, thoroughly American organization. It was an organ- 
 isation of splendid soldiers — energetic, industrious, gentlemanly, and, above all, loyal 
 
 ll hen you enlisted, you expected to he assigned to a combatant organisation because 
 you felt that a soldier's business was to fight. When developments indicated that there 
 was other work than fighting, and just as important, and fate willed that you were to be 
 placed in a more or less non-combatant organization, you maintained your seal and pur- 
 pose to be useful with characteristic cheerfulness Your work as soldiers was mainly along 
 the general lines <>\ your civilian occupations, and sometimes it was quite laborious and 
 uninteresting work, lacking all the excitement and adventure of a fight It was all the more 
 difficult, therefore, for you to maintain your enthusiasm and to put your hearts and best 
 efforts into the doily grind of work thou if you hod had thrust upon you the strong incen- 
 tive and spur of actual or impending participation in battle. You did your work -well, 
 cheer) ally, and thoroughly, and your conduct at all times was such as to reflect credit on 
 the . I mericau Arm v. 
 
 Our sixteen months in France, living and working under emergency conditions, have 
 
 lett upon us indelible impressions. Our wits have been sharpened ; we hare had a good 
 chance to learn other men, whom to trust and whom to shun; our ideas hare been 
 improved by observation of the life and customs of another nation and by close contact 
 with a great war. Our experience will be of incalculable benefit to us in the future if 
 the lessons learned are properly applied. It was a great experience, and fortunate we 
 were to be permitted to participate. 
 
 We are still young, and before each of us lies a life of great possibilities and great 
 responsibilities. Never before has the country needed men of vour character so much as 
 now. It is a big country and its problems are in comparison. Let's continue to give it 
 our backing and moral support, suppress its maligners and internal enemies, and strengthen 
 the foundation upon which it rests. 
 
 I am glad you decided on a Squadron history. It is my hope that this book will keep 
 fresh in your minds the incidents and friendships of your life in the Squadron, and it is my 
 sincere wish that your futures will be crowded with happiness, success, and usefulness 
 
 EMANUEL FRITZ, 
 
 Captain, Air Service, 
 Commanding 639th Aero Squadron. 
 
LEDERER, STREET C& ZEUS COMPANY 
 
 Printers and Publishers 
 
 Berkeley, Cal. 
 
 192 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 The Editorial Staff 7 
 
 Deciding on a Squadron Book , 8 
 
 Colonel Benedict to the 639th 10 
 
 Our History 11 
 
 Inception and Organization, Texas 11 
 
 Garden City - 15 
 
 En Route to France- 17 
 
 Brest 20 
 
 St. Maixent 21 
 
 Ourches 27 
 
 Amanty 31 
 
 Chat illon-su i- Seine 33 
 
 En Route Chatillon to Marsas - 55 
 
 Marsas and Embarkation Camp - 58 
 
 The U. S. A. Again 62 
 
 Organization of the Squadron 64 
 
 Who's Who 65 
 
 Officers no 
 
 Enlisted Men - - 67 
 
 Sunny Texas ( Poem ) 98 
 
 A Record for Speed - - 101 
 
 Le Chemin de Fer d'Ourches (Poem) 99 
 
 A Hair-Raising Experience 105 
 
 My Impressions of the French People 105 
 
 639th Tunnel ( Poem) 109 
 
 Crime of the Recruiting Sergeant 117 
 
 My First Ride in an Airplane - - 100 
 
 An Apology for the Buck - 108 
 
 Dust and Din (Poem) 109 
 
 What to Do (Poem) 98 
 
 The Story of Chatillon-sur-Seine 107 
 
 The Understudy's Retrospects of the Supply Sergeant's Job 104 
 
 Some of My K. P.'s 112 
 
 Issue Day ( Poem ) 98 
 
 A Baseball Trip 113 
 
 The Last Two Days at Chatillon... 102 
 
 Dear Hannah (a letter) 116 
 
 The Mill (Poem) 115 
 
 Farewell France ( Poem ) 105 
 
 Take-offs and Crashes Ho 
 
 Roster of Members and Addresses 121 
 
 Finis : 127 
 
EDITORIAL STAFF 
 
 C. W. Stock well 
 
 EDITOR IX CHIEF 
 T. F. Norton 
 
 ASSOCIATE EDITORS 
 I. B. Burns 
 
 \KTIST 
 N. Terminiello 
 
 \\ . F. Galtes 
 
DECIDING ON A SQUADRON BOOK 
 
 The Squadron smoker held in the- mess hall on 
 Thursday, the 13th of February, proved to lie a dc- 
 cided success and a real innovation in Squadron 
 activities. In response to Norton's noon-day appeal, 
 a large and representative assembly of Squadron 
 members was present, considerably in advance of the 
 hour stipulated for the inaugural ceremonies. 
 
 \\ hether the attraction lay in the novelty of the 
 occasion, or whether it was due to the fact that the 
 "Bunch" had been slighted by Pete McArdle and his 
 cohorts, is a matter of conjecture. However, it was 
 very evident that everyone was accompanied by a 
 keen appetite coupled to an inexhaustible supply of 
 good spirits — some exceptionally good, evinced by the 
 jocularity that prevailed throughout the entire shack. 
 
 At 8:15, coffee, camouflaged from the usual bev- 
 erage with beaucoup milk and sugar, was served with 
 delicious sandwiches — as much of both as each one 
 tin night he could comfortably stow away. Judging 
 from the average capacities on this occasion, one 
 could not he censured too severely for thinking ill of 
 the regular evening chow and the Mess Sergeant re- 
 sponsible lor it. In reality, it was no reflection on 
 the regular evening repast, but a tribute to the efforts 
 exerted by the Sergeant mi this particular occasion. 
 
 After all present had well eaten, cigars (the very 
 best obtainable) were passed around, while Milady 
 Nicotine reigned supreme for some time. Even Willie 
 Barrans ignored his usual conventionalities and in- 
 dulged in a rare Havana ; rare, he avers, for reasons 
 he doesn't dare utter in public. Nevertheless, Willie 
 must be convinced that he is either not on intimate 
 terms with Milady, or that his taste for the weed is 
 perverted or still undeveloped, inasmuch as Milady's 
 sworn devotees vouched for the fine quality of the 
 smokes. 
 
 Many came prepared in case the monniker applied 
 to the blowout should prove erroneous; but these same 
 lost no time in sinking their own supply of smokes 
 when they saw what a live committee had provided 
 for them. 
 
 When the smoke screen had been laid and general 
 satisfaction prevailed, John Burns, chairman pro-tern, 
 owing to the "Top's" indisposition, arose and called 
 'hi s,,ine of the "dark horses" of the Squadron to 
 provide entertainment. What followed was a real 
 treat and a revelation. Charles Smith, who for more 
 than a year had deprived us by bis modesty of some 
 real musical treats, took his place at the piano which 
 Dad Lewis so kindly loaned for the occasion, and 
 rendered popular smi^s, interspersed with just enough 
 of the classical to make the affair highly appreciable. 
 Sergeant Paine later played all the popular rags to 
 the fullest approval of the crowd. 
 
 If the crowd was surprised at Smith's ability, it was 
 more than astonished when Venske, of pugilistic 
 fame, assumed a position near the piano and in his 
 sweet, full baritone rendered two of his popular bal- 
 lads entitled, "I'm Tying the Leaves So They Won't 
 Come Down," followed by the great hit of our child- 
 hood days, "School Days." The applause accorded the 
 "Battler" was deafening, but his modesty deprived the 
 boys of another encore. 
 
 Wolff, whose cognomen is in no way typical of his 
 disposition, sang in bis usual splendid manner, accom- 
 panied by Paine at the piano. Both were fully appre- 
 ciated b_\ those present. 
 
 Pete McArdle filled the next twenty minutes chock 
 full of interest with his clever narrations and comic 
 songs, which seem to claim augmented praise at each 
 new hearing. 
 
 Though troubled with a severe cold, Ranahan fol- 
 lowed McArdle and was excused only when he had 
 practically exhausted his extensive repertoire, so well 
 were his offerings received by the boys. 
 
 At this juncture, when enthusiasm had attained its 
 highest pitch, "Honest John" took the floor and 
 addressed the meeting, explaining the object of the pro- 
 cedure, which remarks were carried on by "Mother." 
 
 He informed the men in part that a Squadron I k 
 
 had been decided upon, to be paid for from a fund 
 the men might gather for that purpose. The Squadron 
 members were privileged to exercise their own judg- 
 ment in the selection of the men they considered most 
 capable of producing the most satisfactory results in 
 such a book. And this occasion was to be utilized to 
 hold a popular election — the first in the history of 
 the Squadron. It was 9:00 p. m. when the meeting 
 had been called to order, and the business of electing 
 an editor-in-chief was placed before the house. Here 
 it was that the political spirit displayed itself, while 
 the Smoker now assumed the aspect of an election 
 "blowout" such as it is the wont to bold in "God's 
 Country." 
 
 Sergeant John B. Burns was nominated for chief 
 editor and was compelled to accept the nomination 
 in spite of bis earnest request to lie excused. Paul 
 Byrne, John Hums and Norton were on the ballot 
 for chief editor, the final official count indicating 
 that Norton had been elected to the position. The 
 ensuing twenty minutes were replete with heated and 
 interesting discussion, wherein parliamentary law was 
 very frequently referred to. As time for "lights 
 out" approached, general eloquence increased, and it 
 became evident that ten o'clock would find the elec- 
 tion hardly half oxer. No time was lost in seeking 
 a solution, so candles were very generously distrib- 
 uted throughout the ball. The later the hour, the 
 
■gtfe 6 3 9TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 more length} became the Bashes of oratory. In the 
 dim candle-glow the following nominees were an- 
 nounced as the choice for associate editors: J. B. 
 Burns, C. W. Stockwell, P. J. Byrne, W. J. Shannon, 
 and W. F. Galtes. After a count of the ballots, 
 entailing every precaution to assure fair play, John B. 
 Burns, Chellis \V. Stockwell, and William F. Galtes 
 were named as the selection of the Squadron for 
 associate editors. 
 
 The hilarious spirit of the crowd was in no way 
 affected by a visit from the guard, Oscar Johnson, 
 patrolling Post Xo. 1. Several suggestions for an all- 
 night session followed his appeal for less noise from 
 the Mess Hall. 
 
 Sergeant McArdle was at all times willing to turn 
 over his shop to the troopers for the night, but on 
 second consideration it was deemed advisable to call 
 the meeting adjourned and to repair to the hay-heap. 
 • in a motion by Weisblum "that we quit," the meeting 
 adjourned and the assembly filed out, taking as many 
 of the Mess Sergeant's candles as they could get away 
 with unobserved. 
 
 The Smoker in itself was a treat and a great suc- 
 cess, while the electoral feature was novel and thor- 
 oughly appreciated by the men. So pleased were the 
 boys with this smoker and so strong did they pull for 
 a repetition of it, that all hoped to attend another. 
 
 I. B. W. 
 
 A PAPER PUBLISHED 
 639 th AERO 
 
 IH THE INTERESTS OF THE 
 SQUADRON AE.F 
 
 Vol. I, No. I 
 
 OV ,tC77l'fc" SERVICE 
 
 Price, One Franc 
 
 MEMBERS OF SQUADRON 
 
 BUSY LAYING PLANS 
 
 FOR FUTURE 
 
 LaJemon, WflJtJell. Murph> an. 
 
 Others to resume intrrupteJ 
 
 careers 
 
 Sow that EttstMUics I ive 
 an J Ure American Arraj ha* put '1 
 ii- inuskc'smtdis picking up ilsn 
 kits, member*, ol the Gttth . 
 a (uudron are busy laying pljns 
 i future. While <- H. Q. has 
 yel iniorme I U9 the eigct dale t 
 ■leparlurc of tins squadron for 
 seas, the men of Hie outfit u'elie 
 
 i! frig no brt<rae$ at being ca 
 
 for 
 
 not 
 
 f the 
 
 " KEEP THE HUN BEATEN, " 
 
 SAW LIEUTENANT FRITZ 
 
 There Sould Be No Relaxing Of Effort With Peace Near 
 Commanding Officer'* Message 
 
 CoX'l \> \ i-omes inlo being in the bijjgcsl hour of tlie ltistor> of Ihc 
 i niti ' Stales :■■ ui that records its greatest achievement Vou can well 
 be nrood ol Hie fact ttiat your squadron lias played an important pari in this 
 
 ALL RECORDS FOR 
 
 PROMOTIONS SMASHE1 
 
 DURING NOVEMBER 
 
 Thirij-tliree advanced 
 
 Over T»enl> Fn e 
 
 New non-coms 
 
 I In i-oslei of non ''"ins (rtok a bi^ 
 
 boost ivithin Die squadron during [lie 
 
 month of November, when 33 men 
 
 i. eived.biglici rank Ainonglhehon- 
 
 ors dished oul were -' 1st t:lass scr- 
 
 -. while five o( i lie recipients 
 
 inn '■ wear upon their right sleeve 
 
 ;ted three s trine*. Ten were* 
 
 Facsimile of the First issue "i "Contacl 
 
10 ^e639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 LIEUTENANT COLONEL BENEDICT TO THE 639TH 
 
 (Reprinted from Contact, Jan. 1, 1919.) 
 
 A /most a year ago today I met for the first time the 6jQth Aero Squadron under 
 the command of Lieutenant Emanuel Fritz, at Garden City, N. Y. Then you were 
 fresh from Kelly Field, Texas, atid as I look backward now, fresh in many other 
 things pertaining to military work. Yet, though the training was lacking at that time, 
 the spirit which teas going to make the 6jQth one of the best organizations in the A. 
 E. F. was there. This was shown by the willingness and ardor with which you 
 worked during the bitterly cold days and nights at the concentration camp. 
 
 After traveling separate paths for some time, it was a pleasure for me to pud you 
 again under my command. The old spirit to do your best is still there. Guard it 
 carefully. Any organization is only as good as the spirit which imbues it. 
 
 Many changes have taken place since the squadron was formed, all of which, I 
 believe, have been changes for the better. I have no doubt that you are competent to 
 perform any task which nuqht be assigned to an aero squadron. 'Fins is due not only 
 to you. but also to your commander. Lieutenant Emanuel Fritz, who has done and 
 done well all in his power to better the organization as a whole and the members of it 
 individually. 
 
 I wish to congratulate you, men of the 6jQth Aero Squadron and your com- 
 mander, upon your efficient and faith/ul service while in the A. E. F., but above all 
 for the good work you have done in making the Second Corps Aeronautical School 
 
 what it is at present. 
 
 CHARLES C. BENEDICT, 
 
 Lieutenant Colonel, Air Service. 
 
 We look upon Colonel Benedict as being one of us. August, 1918, while we were at Chatillon, that ( olonel, 
 We first met him at Garden City, where the 639th was then Major, Benedict was again to lie with us, this 
 made part of a provisional wing of eight squadrons. time in command of our Post, the Second Corps Aero- 
 He was in command of this wing on its way to France nautical School. 
 
 and until it was again separated at St. Maixent into its Colonel Benedict is a graduate of West Point and 
 eight component units. All of this time he was carried a West Pointer through and through. As an aviator, 
 on the rolls of the 639th as an attached member, and few are more proficient than he. lie is quiet hut 
 never did its rolls bear a more distinguished name. observant, firm but fair, a man to he trusted and re- 
 It was with the greatest joy that we learned in spected. 
 
Inception and Organization 
 
 At 4:30 p. m. on the 30th day of August, 1917, the 
 men that were to be formed into the 118th Aero 
 Squadron the following day arrived at Kelly Field, 
 South San Antonio, Texas. Fort Slocum, New York, 
 was our starting point. There we recruits had been 
 assembled from various places of enlistment. By far 
 the larger number of men hailed from Xew York, 
 with Xew England a close second. All of us had 
 enlisted voluntarily and with great eagerness in answer 
 to the country's call for "aviators." Yes, they told us 
 we would be flying within a month. 
 
 Upon our arrival at "Kelly," tired and hungry, after 
 our four days' journey from Slocum, we were met by 
 a sergeant and marched to Field Headquarters and 
 lined up for inspection While standing there on the 
 burning sand we received greetings from several sol- 
 diers who had preceded us to the new aviation field 
 by only a few weeks They took great pleasure in 
 jesting the new "rookie" outfit, telling us of the num- 
 bers who had been victims of the terrific heat, and 
 how more were poisoned daily from the bites of the 
 rattlesnakes that inhabited that Sahara-like region. 
 But their stories were taken with a grain of salt. Soon 
 a captain came on the scene and the Sergeant com- 
 manded us to stand at attention. He gave us a careful 
 chest and throat examination to determine whether or 
 not anyone had contracted measles, mumps, or some- 
 thing of a more serious nature during the journey. All 
 of us were found to he in good health and were then 
 turned over to another officer, who took us to a spot 
 where it seemed agricultural specialists had been suc- 
 cessful in the cultivation of at least weeds and cactus 
 plants. As the sun was sinking" in the west we were 
 informed that we must draw an iron cot and a single 
 blanket apiece from the Post Supply Department. The 
 blanket constituted our only bed linen for that evening. 
 We were also told that this chosen spot was to be our 
 home and that we must make the best of it. And we 
 did. 
 
 Scarcely had we drawn these things when a hungry 
 member gave the "let's eat" cry. Small foraging par- 
 ties were immediately formed. They set forth to see 
 what could he obtained from the various kitchens and 
 
 returned with good results. "Corn Willie," the same 
 who later attained such fame ( ? ) in the A. E. F., was 
 for the first time introduced to us. We also obtained 
 some real good bread, "the staff of life." The stall' 
 being considerably light, we could not lean upon it as 
 heavily as we wished. Our blankets were then care- 
 fully folded so as to make a sort of sack to put 
 ourselves into. Many bad previously remarked how 
 durable the beds were, and after placing ourselves upon 
 the blackened springs the sentiment was general. Some 
 of the men had a good night's rest, nevertheless, while 
 others testified the following morning that the noise 
 of the rattlers was too much to permit refreshing sleep. 
 
 It was about eight o'clock the next morning that we 
 were called to attention by our new "Commanding 
 Officer," Private E. K. Sawyer. He organized us into 
 a company, choosing men with previous military service 
 to act as sergeants. The sergeants were: John 
 ("Bill") Paul, Frank Durdan, and Fred R. Bloom. 
 Paul J. Byrne was to act as sergeant major, with 
 Irving Weisblum as bis assistant. We also learned 
 that we were to be known as the 118th Aero Supply 
 Squadron, whatever that meant. The men were then 
 put to work extracting weeds and cactus plants, in 
 order to clear our camp site. After this task was 
 completed we pitched our tents, and this, it must be 
 mentioned, was a tiresome job under the burning Texas 
 sun. At the close of the day, having erected twenty- 
 two tents, enough for the entire squadron, we moved 
 our beds inside. Bed sacks were issued to the men 
 and filled with weeds of the finer kind, as the springs 
 made quite an impression the evening before, and it 
 was with much difficulty one could locate a soft spot. 
 
 The following few days were spent in "policing" 
 around our tents and making a respectable looking 
 street. Tom Yohe displayed some talent in beautify- 
 ing his tent by placing dainty little cactus plants and 
 sea shells around the entrance which seemed to say 
 "welcome." The intense heat bothered us considerably, 
 particularly the first few days, and each morning at 
 drill-call several men were excused from drill on the 
 strength of the "bad shoe" excuse. During our short 
 stay at Fort Slocum we were unable to procure shoes 
 for all of the men. Several had, therefore, to continue 
 
We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 13 
 
 wearing their civilian shoes; hence, "had shoes fall out" 
 was a common command. 
 
 There was an increase in the "bad shoe" epidemic 
 when the supply tent received a quantity of aviation 
 instruments — picks and shovels — for elementary training. 
 Picks and shovels did not come as a surprise, because 
 we perceived miniature implements of this type hung 
 over several squadron headquarters. To many it 
 seemed a fitting aviation insignia, and others were 
 dumbfounded and in their next letters home excused 
 themselves for not being able to take the family up for 
 a ride, as they had originallj planned. Hard it seemed, 
 but we went at it willingly, realizing that we were 
 making our first sacrifices as soldiers of war. We 
 realized, too, that, being among the first to enlist, we 
 had to help construct the camps. 
 
 Later, the daily work included four hours of infantry 
 drill in addition to other work that was assigned to us. 
 All this time we were in quarantine, but were allowed 
 to visit the road at South San Antonio each evening 
 to purchase apples, pears, watermelons, and other fruits 
 from the Mexican peddlers. Many had no difficulty 
 in cultivating a negro's appetite for the famous melon. 
 The entertainments held about this time in the large 
 Y. M. C. A. tent helped considerably in breaking up 
 the monotony of quarantine evenings. The new- 118th 
 Aero Squadron was, however, not lacking when it came 
 to presenting talent, for with Hogan as a dancer, Ackle 
 as a hypnotist, Patenaude as an impersonator, and Mul- 
 len as a vocalist, we were "there." The three latter 
 mentioned were, to our great regret, transferred later 
 to other squadrons, but they have constantly corre- 
 sponded with us, expressing their desire to be with us 
 again. 
 
 Now that all the men had received their full quota 
 of inoculations and the sore arms had healed, we 
 looked forward to getting aeroplane experience or 
 orders for our departure overseas. After quarantine 
 was lifted the "Top Kick" was kept busy each evening 
 distributing passes to the city. Fifty were issued each 
 night, with instructions that we must be in camp before 
 eleven o'clock. It was a common sight in passing the 
 best hotels and dining roms to see men of the squadron 
 struggling with a large juicy steak or placing an order 
 for a chicken dinner. The grill room of the St. 
 Anthony Hotel w-as a favorite landmark, where some 
 of us devoured many a "soup to nuts" course. Sunday, 
 of course, was the day that afforded the most time and 
 pleasure. As reveille was the only call answered on 
 that day, we had the opportunity of visiting the San 
 Jose and Santa Rosa churches, Breckenbridge Park, 
 the historic Alamo, and other points of interest. The 
 Buckhorn Saloon, where so many pairs of antlers and 
 steers' horns were artistically displayed, will long be 
 remembered — for the horns, of course. For playhouses, 
 the Majestic seemed to have the best call, as this house 
 always had a program of high-class vaudeville and 
 
 moving pictures. Turner's Dance Hall and Parry's 
 Rooi Garden had a strong appeal for the dancers of the 
 squadron, and there we were formally introduced to 
 Southern damsels, who unhesitatingly inquired, "Where 
 
 \ i hi. ill from ?" 
 
 Calls came in frequently for "details" of bookkeepers 
 and truckdrivers, and when the non-commissioned 
 officer in charge of the crowd was checking the men up, 
 Varney, who was supply sergeant, knowing what the 
 work would probably be, would quickly produce the 
 picks and shovels. Six men were picked each day to 
 do police work in the kitchen, such as washing pans, 
 paring potatoes, and various other jobs of such nature. 
 These men were automatically given the rank of K. P., 
 and the job itself was a rank one in Texas, as it meant 
 continuous work, especially during the sandstorms. 
 More than one modest individual gave wax to rash cuss 
 words when Texas started moving. 
 
 The kitchen had a large canvas covering and was in 
 charge of McGovern as acting mess sergeant. The 
 mess he put out was what we termed "regulation," as 
 we always knew what we would have for each meal — 
 liver for breakfast, beans, pickles and lemonade for 
 dinner, and stew for the evening meal. The beans 
 were sometimes cooked, sometimes not, and often 
 burned. It took Mac some weeks to teach (?) his 
 understudies how to cook the beans as they were cooked 
 in Boston, and we often wondered if Mac really knew 
 himself. Since there were no tables, we sat on the 
 ground, the non-commissioned officers always having 
 a keen eye on us to see that sanitary regulations were 
 complied with. 
 
 Most of the guard duty at this post was done with 
 wooden clubs for weapons; and whoever was assigned 
 the post that took in the wood pile was suit to be always 
 on the alert, because large rattlesnakes were supposed 
 to dwell within and to make their appearance in the 
 small hours of the morning. The first mail to arrive 
 was tendered a cordial reception and when "Slim" 
 Callahan, our mail orderly, shouted "mail call," the 
 men dashed from the tents acclaiming him the most 
 popular man in the squadron, "denial" Gene devel- 
 oped a marksman's eye and had no trouble in throwing 
 letters and papers to the right men in the impatient 
 mob. 
 
 On the 19th of September we were given a new 
 Commanding Officer, and instead of ranking in the 
 enlisted class he proved to be a Lieutenant. Our new 
 C. O. was First Lieutenant Charles W. Marshall, who, 
 during his stay, worked hard for our interests. 
 
 As we were now well acquainted with the camp and 
 its surroundings, it was a pleasure to visit friends from 
 our home towns who had enlisted before us and were 
 quartered in the wooden barracks and furnished with 
 much better facilities for comfortable living. It was 
 our ambition and desire to live in similar barracks. 
 Lieutenant Marshall was of the same opinion and was 
 
12 
 
 We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 successful in having our outfit removed to Barracks 
 No. 33 on October 6, 1917. Everybody was happy that 
 day, regardless of what his duties were. No sooner 
 had we settled in our new homes than Dame Rumor 
 called upon us in the form of a going-out message, 
 which strengthened the feeling of good-fellowship that 
 existed. It seemed unlikely that we were to leave, yet 
 the rumor, although false, caused each one to he a trifle 
 nervous. All of us were anxious to get hack North, 
 in order to show the old folks and friends how we 
 looked in O. D. uniforms; then to cross the sea and 
 take our chances at whatever was allotted us as our hit 
 in the greatest of all wars. 
 
 The following were made non-commissioned officers 
 on September 17, 1917: Sergeants, Paul J. Byrne, 
 William I. I'aul, Fred R. Bloom, James A. McGovern, 
 Edgar G. Varney, Edward J. Murphy, Thomas Durdan, 
 and James P. Atwell ; Corporals, Louis Whittenborne, 
 Irving Weisblum, Thomas F. Norton, William Brandt, 
 and John B. Burns, 
 
 About the 10th of October we drew our first pay 
 from Uncle Sam and frequent trips to San Antonio 
 were thus made possible. The conveyances most used 
 were taxis operated by independent taxi companies; 
 their cars were kept busy between the hours of 5:00 
 p. m. and 11 :00 p. m. On the return trips the military 
 police were always on the job, searching the men to 
 see if they had any liquor with them. Unofficial orders 
 were coming in daily that we were to leave for various 
 places, such as Egypt, England, Russia, and France. 
 
 On October 29th eighty men were transferred to 
 various squadrons that left that day and the following 
 day for Garden City, N. Y. This put a big hole into 
 our squadron, and took many of our best men. Lieu- 
 tenant Marshall was relieved from duty on the 10th of 
 November, and a few days later the squadron was 
 placed in command of Lieutenant 1. G C. Christie, 
 Sig. R. C. It was evident that his aim was expressed 
 by the saying, "Contentment brings results," and during 
 his short stay with us he gained the affection and 
 admiration of all. Major Claggett, who was in charge 
 of eight squadrons (our squadron included), gave our 
 new C. O., and the men, valuable instructions, bringing 
 the squadron to a high standard of perfection. Major 
 Claggett had his office in our headquarters. 
 
 Thanksgiving arrived and with it came a turkey 
 dinner with all the "fixins." The afternoon offered a 
 football game between the men from Kelly Field and 
 a team composed of men from Camp Travis, the new 
 National Army Cantonment of the Southwestern sec- 
 tion, located to the north of San Antonio. The game 
 was attended by a large number from the squadron 
 who were anxious to see "Ted" Smith's performance, 
 our lone representative on the team. The game was 
 exciting and was won by the Travis men at a score of 
 six to five. Llpon our return to the barracks we found 
 the cooks and K. P.s much fatigued after their stren- 
 
 uous domestic efforts, hut not too tired to serve us a 
 little chow. 
 
 Two schools were opened for the purpose of instruc- 
 tion, one being for non-commissioned officers, the other 
 offering a course in the mechanics and eare of aero- 
 planes and motors. The former was attended by the 
 non-commissioned officers and the latter by forty men 
 who were considered best adapted for motor work. 
 Men in both classes made very good progress, with one 
 exception — "Buck" Atwell, who attended the school 
 for mechanics. He frankly told the commanding 
 officer that it was the "foist" time he had attended 
 
 3cl I ni twent} years, and that his "gray matter" did 
 
 not grasp the points as quick!) as expected He wished 
 to be excused, and was, his vacancy being filled b\ 
 another "aviator." We had now been soldiers over two 
 months and the signs pointed to anything but our 
 training as pilots, as had been promised us upon 
 enlistment. 
 
 Lieutenant- Bagley, Burnett, and others were attached 
 to the squadron for a short period, making a "study" 
 of supply work. They had just been commissioned in 
 the service, receiving their training at Kelly Field. 
 Tins worked with us until given command of a squad- 
 ron or some other permanent berth. While they were 
 with us we had two fire calls. One of them came long 
 before sunrise and was heard by few, while the other 
 took place in the afternoon within the section occupied 
 by tents and caused little damage. 
 
 Among the men of the squadron who took and suc- 
 cessful^ passed the examinations for entrance to 
 ((Ulcers' School were the following: Holley, Norton, 
 Buchannon, Gregory, and Conron. Holley and Norton 
 remained with the squadron, upon the advice of Lieu- 
 tenant Christie, while the other three men were trans- 
 ferred, a few days later, to the 84th Aero Squadron, 
 and received their training at Kelly Field. On December 
 13th, Sergeant James Smith and Private Roy Adams 
 were transferred to a photographic detachment and left 
 the following day for Garden City, there to embark- 
 immediately for overseas duty. Simultaneously with 
 the transfer of these two men came a "Great Norther," 
 which struck the camp and played havoc particularly 
 with the men who were occupying the tents. It visited 
 us in the barracks, too, causing the sand to pile up in 
 sheltered spots outside the barracks and make its way 
 through the cracks in the buildings, covering everything 
 in sight with "Texas confetti." 
 
 The following days were clear and the bath-house 
 and laundry stands were well patronized. As it was 
 then close to Christmas, trips to town became more 
 frequent and purchases of armadilla baskets, Indian 
 rugs, pennants, and other appropriate gifts were made 
 and forwarded to our homes. Mail orderlies had larger 
 sacks to bring to us, especially to those who had not 
 informed relatives and friends that we were to leave 
 soon for France. With the advent of Christmas it 
 
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 was hard to determine whether we 'would eat our holi- 
 day dinner in the Southern camp or on the train, but 
 we decided to have a turkey dinner anyway. At the 
 same time, we learned that we were to lose our popular 
 C. O., Lieutenant Christie. On the holiday morning 
 Hogan, who was mess sergeant, gave us a hearty 
 breakfast of steak, potatoes, and onions. But few of 
 the "preparedness advocates" were absent from this 
 meal, as it became known that the dinner was be a 
 hummer. At noon, when everybody was "sitting 
 pretty" at the dinner table, Lieutenant Christie and 
 Lieutenant Emanuel Fritz, our commanding officer 
 to he, entered the mess hall. Upon their entrance 
 everyone snapped to attention, hut had only risen from 
 their places when the command "rest" was given by 
 Lieutenant Christie, who at the same time stated that 
 all military formalities would be dispensed with during 
 the dinner hour. The K. P. force and cooks got busy 
 and served a dinner that we will long remember, both 
 for its excellent quality and its generous quantity — 
 turkey, cranberries, pie, ice cream, and everything — 
 oh, boy! At the close, and just about the time each 
 bad his Havana going in good style, Lieutenant Christie 
 informed us that he was to be transferred and, in brief, 
 stated his regrets at not being able to have the pleasure 
 of making the trip overseas with us. He also gave the 
 squadron a good recommendation when he said that 
 no one bad imposed upon bis leniency and that it had 
 nut been necessary for him to "tighten up" at any time. 
 He then introduced our new commanding officer, 
 Lieutenant Emanuel Fritz, F. A. R. C. Upon being 
 introduced. Lieutenant Fritz made a brief after-dinner 
 speech, and "boosted" the squadron of which he was 
 about to take command. He also stated that he would 
 carry out the policies of Lieutenant Christie and said 
 he knew that he had the best mess sergeant in the 
 service, which remark brought cheers and laughter, 
 while Hogan, who was resting bis elbows on the 
 bench in the kitchen, bashfully smiled. Before his 
 departure, Lieutenant Christie was presented with a 
 silver cigarette case. 
 
 It was an open secret that orders for overseas were 
 daily expected, and in preparation for it the following 
 additional officers were assigned for duty on December 
 27: Lieutenant Hansell as Supply Officer and Lieu- 
 tenant Gillett as Adjutant ; also, Lieutenants Little, 
 
 Lewis, Ruggles, Hall, Dove, Snow, Ross, and Birkbead. 
 All the new officers were from the Infantry Reserve 
 Corps. That same day orders were received, a final 
 inspection was held, and we were ready to leave. The 
 big day had come. We were to leave the next day, 
 December 28. Orders were to proceed to the Aviation 
 < loncentration Camp at Garden City, Long Island, X. Y., 
 there to await the first available transport for overseas. 
 We traveled by rail, accompanied by the 24th and 25th 
 Aero Squadrons, each squadron having a mess (bag- 
 gage ) car of its own. Texas bade us a grudging 
 farewell, for she did her best to blow up a good strong 
 sand storm, which reminded us of the earlier days 
 when we were obliged to cover our food with our hats 
 to keep the sand away. The trip to Garden City took 
 six long days, in cars that had been discarded after a 
 number of years of service for the Pullman Company. 
 One of the tourist sleeping cars, in particular, was very 
 uncomfortable, as the beating system was frozen, and 
 all along the line there seemed to be one obstacle after 
 another. In every town en route — Xew Orleans, 
 Montgomery, Atlanta, Richmond, Baltimore, etc. — we 
 encountered the coldest weather the oldest inhabitants 
 could remember. 
 
 Garden City 
 
 We stopped at Houston, Xew Orleans, Montgomery, 
 Ala., and Athens, Ga., for short periods of exercise. 
 In each of these cities we were tendered only a mild 
 reception ; it seemed that troops on their way to 
 embarkation ports paraded these same street so fre- 
 quently that the native became accustomed to it. 
 Occasional shouts of "Get the Kaiser!" and "Give him 
 Hell !" were heard all along the line. Knowing that 
 we were soon to become members of the American 
 Expeditionary Forces, these exclamations made our 
 blood run warm, and each soldier marched with a 
 firmer step and clearly showed his belief in the 
 seriousness of the task that lay before him. Our mess 
 car caught fire outside of Washington, but the fire was 
 easily extinguished with only moderate damage. On 
 the 2nd of January at 8:30 p. m. we drew into the 
 Philadelphia Station, where we were met by several 
 Red Cross Canteen workers, who distributed sand- 
 wiches, coffee, cigarettes, and post cards. The Red 
 Cross won our hearts that night. Long Island City 
 
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 was readied the following afternoon by ferry from 
 Jersej City, and there a similar treat was shared. 
 The same evening we arrived at our new camp near 
 Garden City, Long Island, with the mercury hovering 
 around the zero mark. The entire journey was char- 
 acterized by the most intense eold and bodily discom- 
 fort. The railroads had just been taken over by the 
 Federal Government and the employees en route seemed 
 to show their disfavor by giving as little service as 
 possible. In some of the larger cities, as much as six 
 hours were lost in an endeavor to thaw out and repair 
 the pipes of the worn-out heating sytsem. 
 
 The Long Island Railroad took us right into camp 
 and we had but a short distance to march to barracks 
 Xo. 22, only recently completed. Here we were greeted 
 
 this respect and returned in time to leave with lis, 
 while others were S. ( ). I.., transferred to the Casuals 
 and left behind. 
 
 Orders for transportation overseas arrived on Jan- 
 uary 10th and all were anxious to he moving. Some of 
 the new officers who came to Garden City with us were 
 transferred to other organizations. They were Lieu- 
 tenants Little, Lewis, Hall, Dove, Ross, and Birkhead. 
 Captain Robert J. Souther was assigned as medical 
 officer, 
 
 On the morning of the 13th of January we arose at 
 four o'clock and started out for the train that would 
 carry us to the boat. No one was accused of over- 
 eating, as the morning menu consisted of a piece of 
 cake and an orange. Xo directions were given, hut the 
 
 
 En Route Texas to Garden City. 
 
 with steam heat, cots, and mattresses; lor comfort, 
 this couldn't he beat The busiest man. instead of 
 being the supply sergeant, as is usually the case when 
 a squadron moves, was on this occasion the mail 
 orderly, for he played Santa Clans by emptying five 
 sacks filled with letters, presents, and Xmas cards 
 Telephone and telegraph wires were kept busy during 
 our tin-day stay at this concentration camp, as passes 
 to leave camp were forbidden. Many of the boys had 
 friends and relatives call upon them to hid them a last 
 fond farewell before crossing the submarine-infested 
 sea. The work at Garden City was mainly that of 
 completing records, making passenger lists, and getting 
 supplies and clothing that could not he obtained in 
 Texas; also, doing our bit to keep the power plant 
 going (shoveling coal in such weather was anything 
 but pleasant). Several men who were taken sick on 
 the train were transferred out of the squadron as not 
 being able to recover enough to make the journey 
 overseas with us. A few, also, living in nearby cities 
 and towns, were determined to disregard Post Orders 
 and enjoy a "French leave." Some were fortunate in 
 
 rule seemed general that the orange should he eaten 
 first, and it was. Captain Souther, our medical officer, 
 and Lieutenant Fritz led the parade afoot toward the 
 station, following an auto which served as a guide. 
 The trip to the station was our last in cold weather. 
 "Sunny" France could certainly not he that cold. The 
 Red Cross wool was very useful that day. However, 
 in spite of this, a few fro/en ears, noses, and fingers 
 were reported. 
 
 En Route to France 
 We reached Hoboken at nine o'clock and remained 
 on the fern- while the baggage of our squadron and 
 that of other squadrons was put on hoard. After all 
 baggage had been loaded, the men of other squadrons 
 marched up the gangplank and were assigned their 
 places. It was not until four o'clock that afternoon 
 that the ferry was cleared of baggage and troops. 
 Being the last to go aboard, the time waiting for our 
 turn afforded us ample opportunity to think of the 
 future and of the pleasant land of Liberty we were 
 to leave and fight for. Our lives, in our minds, depre- 
 ciated about ninety per cent in value, and we felt that 
 
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 if we were among the ones to return victoriously to 
 
 the States we would lie extremely fortunate. The 
 eagerness we entertained to get into the fight was, 
 however, intermingled with honest anxiety, and we took 
 many last looks at the sights that surrounded us. 
 
 ( )ur transport proved to he the U. S. S. Agamemnon, 
 formerly the North German Lloyd liner Kaiser Wil- 
 helm II, an immense vessel indeed. Although we were 
 the last to go ahoard, our quarters were among the 
 best. Sergeants first-class were given staterooms, 
 while the rest of the Squadron was fortunate in having 
 upper compartments. Some of us were quartered in 
 the mess hall and took care of the mess hall and line, 
 receiving extra food as our compensation. We lined 
 up for our first chow at 4:15 p. m. and were served 
 "navy beans," which surely tasted good, as this was 
 our first meal since early morning. Eating with us 
 were seven other squadrons, casual companies, a large 
 number of civilian employees, and about 900 colored 
 troopers — about 5000 in all. Norton's "let's go" was 
 heard for the first time, keeping the mess line in 
 motion so as to have everything clear lor an enter- 
 tainment with the squadron Victrola after supper for 
 those who were quartered in the mess hall. 
 
 Seven squadrons accompanied us on our ship, num- 
 bered 121-127, inclusive, and the entire group was com- 
 manded by Major C. C. Benedict, J. M. A., carried on 
 our squadron rolls for transportation. The trip across 
 was not as eventful as we had expected, for we all had 
 dreams of seeing the gunners popping away at sub- 
 marines now and then. This did not take place; there 
 was not even target practice. Boat drill and mess 
 took up most of the entire trip. The call for boat 
 drill sounded at nine in the morning and at two in 
 the afternoon. Each section was assigned a certain 
 exit and we marched up to the life boats or rafts 
 wearing our overcoats, life preservers, and having our 
 canteens full of water. We remained at our station for 
 about two hours at each drill and during this time the 
 boat was given a thorough cleaning. 
 
 A number of entertainments were given in the mess 
 hall (luring the trip, each with varied bills. Witteborn 
 managed the boxers, the sailors gave the movies with 
 their broken films, and there were quartets and colored 
 battle royals. These vaudeville shows made the long 
 evening hours more pleasant, especially since no one 
 was permitted outside on the decks after dark. The 
 first few days out the weather was splendid and it was 
 a pleasure to get out on the decks and gaze off toward 
 the horizon, wearing all the time those cute little sofa 
 pillows known as life preservers. On Friday evening 
 a severe storm sprang up and what happened is better 
 told by Captain Morgan, U. S. N., Commander of the 
 Agamemnon, in the following extract from a New- 
 York newspaper: 
 
 "On the next trip across we defied all super- 
 stitions of the sea, but never again. We started 
 
 away from Hoboken on the 13th of January, 
 191S. In addition to our crew of 56 officers and 
 1,137 men, we earned about 3,000 troops, 1(1(1 
 casual officers and 1411 civilian employees. 
 
 "The day before we cleared, the Agamemnon 
 listed a bit at her dock and water rushed into 
 the hold through a couple of port holes, but 
 quick work with the pumps prevented any seri- 
 ous results. On the first day out we encoun- 
 tered fresh breezes and night fall saw the 
 barometer falling fast. Inning the next two 
 days the storm increased, and to make matters 
 more uncomfortable the surgeon reported that 
 scarlet fever had broken out among the men of 
 the 122nd Aero Squadron, which came from 
 Minneola. 
 
 "At 9 :00 p. m., on the 18th, the alarm sounded, 
 man overboard ! A mountainous sea was run- 
 ning. I went out onto the bridge at once. It was 
 an impossibility to attempt to launch a boat, so 
 I ordered the ship turned about in the forlorn 
 hope that the man might lie washed back onto 
 the deck again by the high seas. As the Aga- 
 memnon turned about she rolled to 30 degrees. 
 The heavy seas jammed the telemotor hard to 
 port, and the big vessel was without steering 
 apparatus. 
 
 "Waves broke clear over the top deck of the 
 steamer and all the deck glasses were smashed 
 in no time. Life boats were splintered and 
 many of them were carried away. Time after 
 time we managed to 'jockey' the ship out of 
 the trough, but within a few minutes she was 
 back there again, rolling harder than ever. 
 
 "The troops were huddled in the dark recesses 
 below decks, regulations forbidding any lights, 
 and too much cannot be said regarding the per- 
 sonal bravery of those men. 
 
 "At 1 :45 in the morning the engineers suc- 
 ceeded in adjusting the telemotor and we all 
 thought the danger was over. But we had not 
 reckoned with the sea. The Agamemnon had 
 been rolling steadily during the time repairs 
 were being made, and apparently not wanting to 
 be cheated of its prey the sea seemed to increase 
 in its fury. A smashing big wave struck us, and 
 over we went to the starboard to the almost 
 unbelievable roll of 40 degrees. 
 
 "When the indicator pointed to 40 degrees 
 every one turned white. Word was rushed to 
 the wireless room of our position, so that it the 
 worst came the world would at least know where 
 we foundered. In a few seconds the vessel with 
 a seemingly human effort began to go to port 
 again, and then it was that we got the maximum 
 roll of 43 degrees. I guess everybody thought 
 it was all over, but luckily just at that time we 
 
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 were . il > 1 1 ■ to maneuvre out of the trough and, 
 
 with the steering gear fixed, went safely on our 
 way." 
 
 While the ship rocked, the negroes prayed fervently, 
 making promises siicli as, "Oh, Lord 1 il" you'll make 
 this ship sail straight 1 shure won't shout no more 
 craps," and. "Boys, I'se g'wan to write ma wife an' 
 tell her to get annuder nigger." They also sang a 
 few hymns, repeating each one several times until 
 it seemed they would tire of it themselves. These 
 hymns, although not at all musical, gave lis merri- 
 ment and were the means of many not realizing the 
 seriousness of the situation. 
 
 When the ship again sailed smoothly, we labored 
 for a short time repairing the tallies and broken par- 
 titions. The following afternoon we met the U. S. 
 Battleship Montana and the U. S. Transports Mt. 
 Vernon and Matawascott. The Mt. Vernon, form- 
 erly the German liner Kronprinzessin Cecilie, was a 
 sister ship of the Agamemnon and was of the same 
 size, capable of making approximately the same 
 speed. The sight of these ships and the cruiser dis- 
 persed the gloom ol our thus far lonesome trip since 
 leaving Hoboken. 
 
 On Monday morning, five well camouflaged destroy- 
 ers appeared, coming From different directions and 
 struggling valianth with the heavy waves. Joy pre- 
 vailed, as we not onl\ had company now, hut protec- 
 tion. They kept in the form of an irregular boundary 
 for the three transports, zigzagging in and out all the 
 time When they had us well covered, the Cruiser 
 Montana felt that her services were no longer required 
 and started hack to escort others to France. The 
 Matawascott was left in the rear with two destroyers 
 as the Agamemnon and Mt. Vernon hurst ahead at 
 lull speed with three destroyers as escorts, which 
 remained with us until we entered the port of Brest. 
 
 Brest, France 
 
 Fortunately, the morning of January _'4th, as we 
 entered the harbor, was clear and beautiful, and we 
 had a good opportunity to view the beautiful hay and 
 adjacent bills of Brittany. Everybody heaved a sigh 
 of relief that he was once more within sight of land. 
 Accompanied by our sister ship the Mt. Vernon, we 
 proceeded up the harbor. As we sailed along, numer- 
 ous things of interest took up our attention, such as 
 an occasional French submarine traveling on the sur- 
 face of the water, queerly camouflaged destroyers, 
 observation balloons, or a hydroplane out on scout 
 duty passing over us. \\'e made our way to positions 
 just opposite the city and there dropped anchor. 
 
 All had hopes of landing at once, but on that point 
 we wire doomed to disappointment, as four long days 
 were to pass before we were to set foot on "Mother 
 Earth." However, more freedom was allowed us than 
 we had had when under steam, and while waiting for 
 our turn to go ashore we were afforded much amuse- 
 
 ment watching a small French hoy paddling alongside 
 the ship. Mis boat was a heavy, awkward rowboat ol 
 a type used mostly by fishermen about the harbor. At 
 one end of it be would gleefully dance, catching pack- 
 ages of cookies, coins, or whatever the soldiers aboard 
 ship might throw to him. Some of the donations 
 would land in the water hut lie quickly paddled about 
 and recovered them. Coal and water were taken on 
 from small harbor boats manned by oddly dressed 
 sailors, none of whom could understand English, and 
 hut few of our number were able to grasp what they 
 had to say. They were not at all slow in making us 
 understand that they were more than willing to receive 
 all donations of tobacco that we might give them. In 
 fact, a canteen full of fresh water, of which they had 
 plenty on hoard and we none, called for a plentiful 
 supply of "Tahac" in return. 
 
 Among other things ol daily interest was the captive 
 observation balloon allowed to float over the city dur- 
 ing the day. Often as we stood upon the deck and 
 looked out upon the high walls that surrounded the 
 city we wondered if we would get a chance to see 
 what sort of life the people lived who were beyond 
 the walls. Here, I might say that a few were privi- 
 leged to that pleasure hut the majority enjoyed con- 
 finement on shipboard. The lew who did go ashore 
 went there on baggage details or on other duties ill 
 preparation for the landing of the entire squadron, and 
 while ashore managed to see some of the French 
 people and their methods of living. 
 
 At last our transportation orders were received and 
 on the _'7th all troops on hoard were unloaded, with 
 the exception of the Aero Squadrons. Much enjoy- 
 ment was experienced in watching our colored friends 
 as they disembarked. They had been the life of the 
 trip and it was with regret that we saw them scramble 
 cautiously down the gangplank and pack themselves, 
 with their baggage, upon the barge which was to carry 
 them ashore. They were a merry lot and all swore 
 that they wanted just one more trip across the pond, 
 and then "never again," 
 
 Early the following morning, we were notified to 
 make ready to land. All was confusion as we fixed 
 our packs, took down our bunks, and policed our sec- 
 tion. At the appointed hour, every one of us was on 
 deck awaiting our turn to pass down the plank from 
 the ship that had brought us safely so many miles 
 across the deep. At last, all the Aero Squadrons were 
 aboard the "Limy" barge and we left the side of the 
 Agamemnon, passed the Mt. Vernon and arrived at the 
 landing quay. Many queer sights greeted us as we 
 passed along the waterfront. Strange looking ships 
 and stranger looking people confronted us. Among 
 them we saw many German prisoners working about 
 the docks loading freight upon peculiar and tiny 
 French freight ears. 
 
 \s we set foot upon the earth, we once more 
 
639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 21 
 
 thanked God that this privilege had been granted us, 
 
 and with light hearts marched away toward the city. 
 After leaving the docks our waj led up a steep grade, 
 walled high on either side, and, loaded with our heavy 
 packs as we were, the climb to the city was far from 
 a pleasure trip. Onr march was not of long duration, 
 for upon reaching the upper level where the city 
 proper was located, a "column right" was given and 
 the squadron passed through the gate into the railroad 
 yard where we were given our first real broadside 
 view of the railway coaches within which soldiers are 
 most accustomed to travel in France. A complete 
 train of these magnificent side-door "pullmans" stood 
 at attention, awaiting our entry. Each bore the famil- 
 iar sign "40 Hommes on 8 Cheveaux," meaning that 
 each car was capable of transporting 40 human beings 
 or 8 animals. At first sight we looked upon these 
 carriages in dismay, wondering if the United States 
 Government expected us good American citizens to 
 travel in such affair-- as these; but we were not left 
 long in, doubt on that score, for about 30 men were 
 assigned to each vehicle and were told to await fur- 
 ther orders. Each man dropped bis equipment in the 
 vicinity of the car in which be was about to travel, 
 and thereupon the men gathered in groups to talk the 
 situation over. 
 
 1 lunger and thirst were among our first thoughts. 
 Water happened to be plentiful and soon each man 
 bad his canteen filled, but food was another propo- 
 sition. One fellow managed to locate a bakery where 
 he made known that he desired a loaf of bread. In 
 payment he threw down a good American dollar bill, 
 but received no change. Thinking this price rather 
 high, he said nothing, but walked out wondering if 
 prices for all articles in France were in proportion. 
 Since then he has received considerable education in 
 regard to such matters. 
 
 Food in any quantity was not obtainable at the sta- 
 tion, but some good American Red Cross nurses 
 showered us with apples from over the wall on the 
 street above, and also lightened our appetites by allow- 
 ing us to feast our eyes on some real American girls 
 doing their bit in the war. Soon after mid-day we 
 were loaded upon the cars with our rations of hard- 
 tack, tomatoes, corn willie, beans, and a little jam. 
 The distribution of these articles was in charge oi 
 the mess sergeant, who endeavored to place equal 
 quantities of each article in every car; but as a matter 
 of fact some cars fared better on jam than did others 
 Nevertheless, his intentions were good, although the 
 distribution could be criticized somewhat, also his con- 
 dition as to equilibrium. 
 
 It was while waiting here for the train's departure 
 that many of the fellows made their first acquaintance 
 with the "Yin" sisters — Blanc et Rouge. Having heard 
 much of their presence and popularity throughout 
 France, many of the men made haste to form the 
 
 friendship. Our commanding officer, however, was 
 averse to having the acquaintaance made at that time, 
 but even bis watch fid eye was not sufficient to keep 
 the sisters away. In a few instances members were 
 made overjoyful by their presence and close associa- 
 tion. 
 
 At 2:00 p. m. the miniature locomotive gave vent 
 to its shrill whistle and we were off, but our destina- 
 tion was kept secret. For some time the report had 
 been current that the squadron had been assigned to 
 duty in Egypt, and now as we traveled southward the 
 report gathered strength that we were headed for the 
 Mediterranean, then to cross into Egypt. The train 
 rolled on till dark and then every man began to make 
 preparations for sleeping, though no very extensive 
 preparations were necessary as there was but one 
 thing to do, and that was to lie down upon the floor 
 and use another sleeper, or possibly a case of hardtack, 
 for a pillow. 
 
 Few of us will ever forget our first night's ride in 
 a box ear bouncing about over the rails like a cork 
 in a heavy sea. Many times w r e expected the cars to 
 leave the tracks at the curves, but each time they 
 would right themselves and roll along evenly once 
 more. The night finally passed and at the first streak 
 of daylight all were up, brushing the straw and dirt 
 from their clothing. Early in the morning, we pulled 
 into Nantes, where all were unloaded and given our 
 first taste of French "cafe noir." far from tasty, but 
 acceptable after the night's ride. 
 
 After a short stop we entered the cars once more 
 and continued our trip southward. The day was fine 
 and many things of interest were to be seen from our 
 position in the doorways and windows of the cars. 
 Late in the afternoon we received word that we were 
 approaching our journey's end and wotdd probably 
 arrive at our destination that evening. This put an 
 end to our hopes of going to Egypt, but nevertheless 
 the prospects of quitting the train that night were 
 welcomed. We had left Brest with three days' rations, 
 and now that the trip was nearly at an end and half 
 of the food was still left, everybody filled up to capac- 
 ity. St. Maixent, our destination, was reached the 
 evening of January 29th, 
 
 St. Maixent 
 By the time all had left the cars everything was 
 in complete darkness The Squadron lined up beside 
 the train by the light of a single lantern, and at a 
 signal from the commanding officer we executed 
 "squads right" and marched down into the town. The 
 streets were very crooked until we finally passed 
 through a stone archway into the courtyard of what 
 was later found to be the Conclaux Barracks. Our 
 stay here was short, for the command to bait had 
 hardly been given before orders to march again were 
 issued and we passed out of the courtyard back into 
 the crooked streets. After a short march we again 
 
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 entered a stone archway into the walled courtyard of 
 the Preshytere Barracks, now to become our home For 
 a period of four weeks. The courtyard included two 
 large three-story stone huildings. The 122nd Squad- 
 ron was assigned to the lower floor and the 118th to 
 the upper. The second was already occupied by the 
 106th, later called the 800th. To this sky parlor we 
 quickly retired by way of a staircase with many twists 
 and turns. We found two large vacant rooms within 
 which the one hundred and fifty of us were to make 
 ourselves comfortable. In short order candles threw 
 their light upon the emptiness, our equipment was 
 quickly thrown upon the floor and each man tried to 
 find room to spread his blankets. 
 
 In the course of an hour or so, the cooks of the 
 squadrons that had been here several weeks sent us 
 word that the)' had prepared us a sumptuous meal, 
 consisting of "slum." There was a rush for the court- 
 yard with mess-kits, but horrors! the slum was burnt. 
 The cooks were duly informed of the high respect in 
 which they were held by all of us. Burnt stew cannot 
 be camouflaged even with large pieces of hardtack 
 floating about, nor can it in any way be made tasty 
 even to the hungry man. For that reason, we all 
 "couched" upon the hard floor that night with empty 
 stomachs and revengeful thoughts as to what should 
 be done to that mess sergeant and his can-openers on 
 the morrow. 
 
 It bad been our pleasure that night before retiring 
 to find in the 800th Squadron a few men who had 
 previously been, members of our organization; it was 
 a pleasure to talk over old times with them and to 
 listen to their experiences since leaving our outfit. 
 Not a few of the boys expressed the desire to return 
 to our midst where they could associate with their 
 original "buddies." Many of them had enlisted with 
 us at Ft. Slocum and we had formed close friendships. 
 
 The following day, order was brought about some- 
 what; squads were assigned sleeping spaces, bed sacks 
 filled with straw, and things became slightly more 
 comfortable. We were able to look from the windows 
 of our elevated home upon the roofs of what appeared 
 to be a sizeable town. St. Maixent was searched for 
 upon the map and found to be in the Department of 
 Deux Sevres, about one hundred and seventy-five kilo- 
 meters north of Bordeaux. All had hopes of seeing 
 French life and also of tasting some of the French 
 pastry and liquid refreshments; but again disappoint- 
 ment greeted us at first hand. The Squadron was 
 quarantined and our prison consisted of the barracks 
 buildings, plus the courtyard surrounded by a high 
 stone wall. The yard was not large, although suffi- 
 ciently large to stretch one's legs. It was bordered on 
 the far side by bleacher seats which were well patron- 
 ized at all hours of the day, rain or shine, Sundays 
 included. 
 
 Because of the frequent rains, this yard was usually 
 
 a sea of mud, our first introduction to French mud. 
 France is often spoken of as "Sunny France", but our 
 first month in the country failed to impress us with 
 much of the sunshine. Our meals were eaten in the 
 court in the open, standing or squatting in the mud. 
 As little time as possible was spent in eating, but of 
 necessity the French bread issued to us required con- 
 siderable time for biting and chewing. One of our 
 number, McBride by name, can testify to the extreme 
 hardness of this bread; in fact, he still shows effects 
 of one battle with an extra hard crust. 
 
 "Corn willie" was served plentifully and frequently. 
 Chicago, the home of this food, became unpopular 
 and the few self-respecting sons of Chicago in our 
 midst were never left in the dark as to what the 
 remainder of us thought of "Chi." 
 
 The dearth of sweet things and variety in our food 
 was alleviated somewhat by the Y. M. C. A. The 
 "Y" had two small rooms just inside the main gateway 
 and the limited space was usually crowded; but never- 
 theless it gave accommodations for letter-writing, 
 games, and a general lounging place, as well as a 
 small canteen. The canteen, though small, supplied 
 us with French chocolate which contained enough 
 sand to make a good mortar. There were also French 
 apples anil nuts, but of a far inferior quality to our 
 own American fruit. "Sky Pilot" Jones was often 
 able to bring samples of French pastry from local 
 bakeshops, a small morsel which would cost "beaucoup 
 centimes"; occasionally he had sticks of licorice for 
 sale and they became very popular because seldom 
 obtainable. 
 
 It was at this "Y" that we first began to get 
 acquainted with and in some respects learn the 
 value of our new friend, the franc. Previous to this 
 time the good American dollar had been the basis of 
 all financial dealings that we had ever had, but now 
 our cash was all in francs and the value of any article 
 was given in francs or fractions thereof. The French 
 money system was not hard to become familiar with, 
 but it was soon learned that our francs would not buy 
 a large quantity of any article. We had few ways of 
 spending our money as no liberty was allowed outside 
 the barracks enclosure, except in a few individual 
 cases where some men's ingenuity found for them 
 methods of getting out and seeing the town. The 
 would-be sick enjoyed the greatest liberty along this 
 line, as they usually managed to get lost in traveling 
 from the barracks to the hospital and return. The 
 guards were also frequently awakened by the late 
 return of some member of the post as he clambered 
 over the wall or scrambled in through the window of 
 the coal room. But although these few had exciting 
 tales to tell of their experiences with French mademoi- 
 selles, all of us gained a little idea of French life and 
 customs while out on our almost daily bikes into the 
 surrounding country. These hikes were our life savers, 
 
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 as they gave us the much needed exercise and also 
 a little variety, something to see and think about. 
 We saw many strange things, and to our unaccustomed 
 cms there seemed to be an unusually large amount 
 of black worn by the people. Their wooden shoes, 
 which resounded upon the stone pavement like a troop 
 of cavalry passing in review, took our fancy. Another 
 thing which impressed us all was the fact that all 
 houses were built of stone, instead of wood as in our 
 own land. Every structure, no matter how small, was 
 of massive stone construction. All the roadways were 
 bordered on cither side by lines of trees; this custom, 
 we were told, was started by X'apoleon as a means 
 for giving his troops shade while on the march. Our 
 hikes usually came in the morning, and the after- 
 noons, if pleasant, were taken up by drill in the market 
 place. Here, we spent many a weary hour trying to 
 become efficient as a well drilled organization. Lieu- 
 tenants Hansell and Ruggles had some difficulty at 
 first in getting us to maneuver as platoons, but after 
 numerous mix-ups and before our departure, the 
 Squadron was able to keep a company front with the 
 best of them. 
 
 Another lesson we had to learn was that of military 
 courtesy, and examinations in this art were given each 
 member of the outfit before the commissioned officers. 
 Lieutenant Hansell surely found out how little some 
 ol the men knew regarding such matters while ques- 
 tioning them in the little back room on the second 
 floor of the officers' quarters. Lieutenant Ruggles 
 learned numerous rules to be followed by sentinels 
 on guard duty, which he found impossible to locate 
 in the guard manual. Passes to the outside world 
 were to lie issued to those passing the examinations 
 but they were never really issued. 
 
 <)n February 17th, word was received that our 
 squadron number had been changed from the 118th 
 Aero Squadron to that of the 639th Aero Supplj 
 Squadron. It was hard to get used to. but 639 soon 
 meant more to us than 118. 
 
 One pleasure which every man enjoys, at least semi- 
 annually, is a good bath, but bathing facilities were 
 few during our stay at St. Maixent. Hot or even warm 
 water was almost unobtainable, except upon two oc- 
 casions when an effort was made to give us baths. 
 For the first bath arrangements bad been made with 
 the proprietor of a hath house in the town to give us 
 baths for one franc fifty each, and we were to go to the 
 bath house by squads. The first two squads marched 
 there for this purpose, when orders were issued by 
 the medical officer that no more men would be taken to 
 the bath house because of the possibility of spreading 
 measles. This means of giving the men baths being 
 forbidden, another method had to be devised, and this 
 was to heat our water in large G. I. cans. Each man 
 was allowed one bucketful of warm water, a small re- 
 cess in the wall being used as a bath room. Here, for 
 
 the first time since leaving Garden City, we were able 
 to shower ourselves with lots of soap and a little 
 warm water. Seven minutes was allowed each man. 
 
 About this time, a few' of the familiar scenes observed 
 within our enclosure were: Childers on the wood pile, 
 Blough taking bugle lessons in the straw shed, order- 
 lies carrying heaping plates of French fries across the 
 yard to the officers' quarters, an aged French newsboy 
 standing at the gate blowing his fish horn and in- 
 forming us that he had copies of Chicago Tribune for 
 sale, and "Swiss Admiral" doing laundry business m 
 liaison with a "frog" laundryman. The boys had a 
 basketball, which was in constant use whenever the 
 weather and ground conditions would permit. Close 
 order baseball games were occasions of great interest. 
 
 Of all our hikes, the one we enjoyed most was the 
 last. On that day Lieutenant Ruggles was in charge 
 and marched us up into the hills to the rear of the 
 "range"; there we followed the paths in single file 
 until a broad, open hillside was reached, where we 
 broke ranks and spent a pleasant rest period by sing- 
 ing familiar songs. The day was ideal. After the rest, 
 we fell in, trailed down through the ravine and up the 
 opposite hillside, which brought us directly into the 
 rear of the French rifle range, where practice was 
 going on. We had progressed a little too far when the 
 machine guns opened fire in our direction, causing us 
 to beat a hasty retreat. Upon our return to the bar- 
 racks we learned that the squadron bad orders to 
 leave for the front that same day at 2:00 p. m. This 
 was the moment all had been looking forward to and 
 in short order everything was in motion. Mattresses 
 were brought and hastily emptied of their straw and 
 coo-coos, blankets and packs were made up with as- 
 tonishing rapidity, so that at the appointed hour all was 
 in readiness. The last to fall in were those who had 
 been living m the hospital temporarily; they now 
 flocked back to the ranks in all haste. Even as we 
 arrived at the station the last of the hospital birds 
 fell in. 
 
 Upon our arrival at the railway station, we tried to 
 guess which cars had been sidetracked for our special 
 use. Here again the prophets were misinformed, for 
 after three hours ol patient waiting we were issued 
 "corn willie," tomatoes and hardtack, from the cook 
 car, that being the only part of the organization which 
 had entrained. The delay was occasioned by the im- 
 possibility on the part of our officers to secure better 
 accommodations for us than the box cars the French 
 offered us. Third-class carriages were promised for the 
 following morning, and as night was coming on we 
 marched out of the railway yard and spent the night 
 at the ( onclaux Barracks, the same to which we had 
 paid a visit on our arrival at St. Maixent a month pre- 
 vious. Here we were given quarters in a large stone 
 building adjoining the Cathedral. Chow was served 
 from a common kitchen and the great outdoors served 
 
639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 25 
 
 as a mess hall. We were lucky enough to obtain a 
 second evening meal here, all eating heartily of the 
 stew, the common dish at St. Maixent. 
 
 During the evening the Conclaux "Y" was heavily 
 patronized. Hot chocolate and sandwiches could he 
 had, also accommodations for writing a last word home 
 before we left for we knew not where. Our sleeping 
 quarters consisted of a large room formerly used by 
 the soldiers of Napoleon, access being gained by the 
 most crooked and the darkest stairway it had ever been 
 our privilege to explore. Our bunks were not over 
 comfortable, but we managed to pass the night, and 
 also the next day, in these barracks. That night, Feb- 
 ruary 28th, at 11:00 p. m., we marched to the station 
 once more and found third-class carriages in place of 
 the box ears. No time was lost in getting aboard, one 
 squad ol eight men to each compartment. Almost im- 
 mediately the peanut whistle blew and we were on our 
 way. 
 
 Preparations for a night's rest were begun at once, 
 but we soon found that eight men and their packs were 
 more than a single compartment on a French railway 
 train could accommodate comfortably. Eight men 
 cannot stretch out on the two narrow seats, at best only 
 large enough to hold them all in a sitting position, so 
 other means had to be devised. A few managed to 
 squeeze themselves under the seats, but in most cases 
 they soon came up for air. Others stretched out in the 
 narrow aisle of their respective compartments, serving 
 as foot rests for their comrades. Still others more 
 daring, and naturally not the heavyweights, found 
 resting places on the hatraeks over the seats. These 
 were by far the best locations, and best suited to the 
 long, slender individuals with a never-failing ability to 
 hang on, even during their sleeping hours. In these 
 various ways we managed to pass our three nights of 
 travel. Few slept because of the cramped quarters, 
 but no one complained, as we were all aware that 
 American soldiers traveling to the "Front" in France 
 could not expect accommodations similar to those to 
 he had in the States. 
 
 Our route led us through 'fours, Orleans, Troves, 
 Chaumont, Langrcs and Neufchateau. At Chaumont, 
 the G. H. Q. of the A. E. F., we made a stop upon the 
 viaduct, the highest and longest stone bridge that most 
 of us had ever seen. From our train upon the top of 
 this structure we could look across the city and down 
 through the valley of the Marne, which at a future 
 day we were all to travel as dust-covered soldiers 
 returning from duty at the front. After leaving Chau- 
 mont, sights of unusual interest attracted us; numerous 
 troops, trains of French soldiers, an occasional Red 
 Cross Hospital train bringing its load of wounded 
 back to the base hospitals, and large quantities of war 
 material in process of being stored or transported. 
 Everything was interesting, because it featured the 
 "big show" in which it was about to be our privilege 
 
 to play an active role. A real American railway train, 
 drawn by an honest-to-God American locomotive, 
 greeted us on the last day of our trip with its never- 
 to-be-forgotten Yankee whistle, and gained our ap- 
 plause. On this same day, we were treated to another 
 sight— falling snow. At the time of our departure from 
 St. Maixent, spring was coming swiftly on, sending 
 out her greeting in color. Now our trip was taking 
 us into the snow country and a real snow storm was 
 under way. We traveled on, not knowing our exact 
 destination, but upon arriving at Neufchateau all were 
 certain that our trip was fast approaching its end. 
 At the stations we saw soldiers of all colors and all 
 nationalities; some seemed to be carrying more than 
 their share of decorations, but four years of severe 
 
 Bridge over the Marne at Chaumont. 
 fighting gave many a man an opportunity to win all 
 the medals then existing. At last the word was passed 
 along that the next station was our and that we would 
 detrain at that point. All was excitement now as the 
 train rolled into the little station at St. Germain in 
 the Department ot Meuse. We looked out upon a broad 
 and desolate expanse of river flats, broken onl\ by 
 the tree-bordered banks of the River Meuse, upon 
 whose banks many a historic and bloody battle had 
 been fought. As we stood upon the station platform 
 we could look out across the snow-covered flats upon 
 
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 the little village of Ourches, which we soon learned 
 was to be our new home. 
 
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 Ourches-sur-Meuse is a small hamlet ten miles west 
 of Toul and six miles southeast of Commcrcy in the 
 Department of the Meuse. The Front was less than 
 ten miles away. It was largely in this Department that 
 the A. E. F. were given an entire sector, referred to 
 as the Toul sector. To this advance zone of the A. E. 
 F. was the 639th assigned. 
 
 It was March 2, 1918, when we got off the train at 
 St. Germain, and after a forty-minute hike through 
 the deep, soft slush and snow, arrived in Ourches. 
 We were met by Lieutenant Karl ("lark, the only Amer- 
 ican officer then in the town, and were thus the first 
 Americans to be quartered in Ourches. Naturally, the 
 French people looked us over with critical eyes. 
 
 Lieutenant Clark led us to our billets, which, to our 
 amazement, we found to be unused portions of barns, 
 lofts, and stables. But with grim humor every man 
 unslung his pack, selected his resting place and pre- 
 pared himself a bed of straw, of which there was 
 plenty in each loft. Many of the more adventurous 
 of our number spent the evening exploring the town. 
 It took but twenty minutes to make a complete circuit. 
 All the confection shops, wine shops and cafes were 
 carefully located, with a view to the great dav when 
 our overdue pay would be handed to us. Because of 
 our several moves, we were a month behind in pay, 
 and nearly every man was broke or very badly bent. 
 
 In the billeting the squads were kept together, and 
 thus a few squads bad the good fortune of being 
 assigned an empty room or two next to those occupied 
 by the peasant owners. Dingy rooms and lofts they were 
 on the whole and reeked with stable odors. But, wonder 
 of wonders ! most of these squalid looking houses, and 
 even the barns, were equipped with electric lights, evi- 
 dently introduced by an aggressive salesman of a nearby 
 hydro-electric plant. It seems that in the small ham- 
 lets the homes, stables, and barns are built under one 
 roof, and cows, horses, poultry, and human occupants 
 use the same entrance. Not infrequently when a sol- 
 dier would grope along a dark hallway toward his 
 quarters he would be met by the family stock on its 
 way out. Those squads assigned to lofts and stables 
 had difficulty in dodging rain coming through the leaky- 
 
 roofs. Tlie prospect of spending much time in our 
 new quarters was anything but pleasant, hut even at 
 that the freedom they offered us compared to the 
 quarantine confinement of the previous month in bar- 
 racks relieved our feelings considerably. 
 
 Our French friends seemed more than willing to 
 meet us half way socially, and fortunate was the squad 
 that could count among its members one who had 
 studied French. Many of us had experiences similar 
 to the following: It would be determined upon to 
 pay the French family in the house a visit. A hold 
 knock on the door would firing the "qui est la?". Upon 
 entering as smilingly and as politely as possible we 
 were always invited to make ourselves at home, and a 
 mediocre one-sided conversation would commence. 
 With the exception of our interpreters, we had to limit 
 our part of the conversation to exclamations of "Oui, 
 oui," and to smiles intended to give the impression 
 that we understood what was being said. The interior 
 of the abode was usually amazing to us in that 
 it was so small and narrow, dark, cold, and cheerless, 
 but clean. Our minds would wander back to our 
 school days, wherein had been painted for us the 
 picture of great and friendly France. Xo teaching had 
 prepared us for such poor scenes of home life. How- 
 ever, we were usually billeted with the poorer peasants, 
 so these impressions were not at all general. Evenings 
 spent with our French friends were always happy 
 evenings. The hosts, with their rapid-fire French, plied us 
 with questions bearing on the United States and what 
 we expected to accomplish. The children invariably 
 gathered around us and begged for "tabac, cigaret, 
 chocolat." Those fifty centime "French-English" con- 
 versation books came to be worth their weight in gold 
 to us, and many had progressed far enough to agree 
 to return "ce soir et manger oeufs beaucoup." The 
 hosts, of course, brought out their best wines, and no 
 one was known to refuse any of it. A more enjoyable 
 evening than the first one in Ourches had not been 
 experienced since our arrival in France; not only 
 entertaining, but instructive, it was, for while our 
 presence was still a novelty, our hosts told us much of 
 themselves, the war, and France. 
 
 Our first night in the billets acquainted us with the 
 ubiquitous rat rustling among the straw, water drip- 
 ping through leaky roofs as the snow melted, and the 
 
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 drone of night-flying aeroplanes. One squad reported 
 the next morning that its French neighbors were much 
 alarmed and rushed about the house crying, "Boche! 
 Boche!" but if it was an enemy plane we didn't know 
 it. The novelty of a night-bombing airplane flying 
 over us, and of the continuous thundering of heavy 
 .yuns at the not far distant Front, was of such great 
 interest that fears and conjectures gave way to awe, 
 wonder, and impatience to see more. We learned 
 later that it was very common for Boche planes to fly 
 over Ourches and that the village had indeed been 
 bombed a year before. Indeed, upon our arrival in 
 ( lurches we found an increasing anxiety on the part 
 of its inhabitants that the great activity of the enemy 
 the two weeks previous would increase and end with 
 a destructive bombing raid because of the presence of 
 American troops. To the nervous natives, every plane 
 that hummed overhead was a Boche plane. However, 
 we soon learned that the Boche visits were far less 
 numerous than they supposed. As for ourselves, we 
 soon learned to distinguish between the bum of the 
 various types of motors, and thus learned to welcome 
 the sound of a Handley-Page or an F. E. by night, 
 and that of the Nieuport and Spad by day. The hum 
 of a Mercedes motor always brought a crowd of ill- 
 wishing soldiers looking skyward. 
 
 ( >ur first Sunday in Ourches deserves special men- 
 tion. In the morning, at inspection, we were informed 
 by the C. O. that we were to start the construction of 
 an American flying field on the edge of town, to be 
 occupied by three observation squadrons as soon as 
 completed. We were also told that the work had to 
 be rushed, and that while it was a disappointment to 
 all, officers and men alike, it was necessary work and 
 must be done by someone; and that we were serving 
 the cause just as well in construction work as in any 
 other kind of work. It was heart-breaking news to all 
 of us, especially because we bad dreamed of becoming 
 
 a squadron employed in transportation and mechanical 
 lines alone, and because many of us still hoped for 
 that Hying training promised so faithfully by the re- 
 cruiting sergeant some months before. No one ever 
 pictures an Aero Squadron licking the Hun with pick 
 and shovel. Although the subject was discussed all 
 day, pleasure was uppermost in each man's mind, for 
 it was the first day of liberty since we left Kelly Field 
 over two months before. Some of the men disported 
 themselves like young horses just turned out into a 
 pasture after a bard week in harness; others tried to 
 drown their sorrows in this or that, and one man 
 actually landed in the river by mistake. Still others 
 bent on seeing things explored the surrounding coun- 
 try as far as Vaucouleurs. It was a long and great 
 day and everyone did as his fancy dictated. 
 
 By Monday morning the snow had almost disap- 
 peared. We were divided into groups, armed with 
 picks and shovels, and marched to the scene of our 
 new activity. Our first task was to excavate bases for 
 barracks and to transfer some lumber to the building 
 sites. But few of the men had ever done excavating 
 before, and then only at Kelly Field, most of the men 
 being mechanics and clerks. The more politic ones 
 grieved over the fact that war compelled them to dis- 
 turb the beautiful surface of mother earth with such 
 menial instruments as picks and shovels. The first few r 
 days produced some effect on the earth's surface, and 
 more in the way of blisters on our hands. But it was 
 our duty, and being among the first 200,000 of the 
 A. E. F. to land in France, we had to expect to help 
 in the construction work. And work we did. Nobody 
 ever worked harder. An important compensating 
 feature in construction work is that one can see bis 
 results grow, and our results grew rapidly. 
 
 During the first week at Ourches, another squadron— 
 the 465th Aero Construction Squadron — arrived, fully 
 equipped with all manner of construction equipment. 
 
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 For thirteen weeks the 639th and -koth worked side 
 In side, and always with the best of good will and co- 
 operation. We found them capable and agreeable 
 companions. A lew days later, a company of the 119th 
 Machine dun Battalion arrived to assist ns, but they 
 remained but a short time. This company later dis- 
 tinguished itself as part of the 32nd Division. 
 
 Barracks and hangars were put up in record time, 
 and by April 1st the field had been near enough com- 
 pleted to receive the first of its quota of observation 
 squadrons. The 1st Aero Squadron arrived first, and 
 a few weeks later came the 12th. As the barracks 
 were completed, the 639th and 465th gave up their 
 cheerless billets and moved into the board barracks, 
 much to the glee of all concerned. It was pleasant 
 at the field. The camp site overlooked the now beau- 
 tiful green valley of the Mense and the partially wooded 
 hillsides. 
 
 With the arrival of the two observation squadrons, 
 and later the meteorological men with their small 
 toy baloons and the pigeon men with their traveling 
 "coops" and flocks of homing pigeons, interest in sur- 
 roundings and in the conduct of the war became intense. 
 Furthermore, the squadron had now actually accum- 
 ulated eight motor trucks, a touring car, and several 
 motorcycles, so that every man obtained an oppor- 
 tunity either as chauffeur or as part of a "loading 
 detail" to see much of the surrounding country. Some 
 went close to the trenches, others to the far Alsace 
 front, and many got to Nancy. Toul, and Bar-le-Duc. 
 
 That planes were now actually working over the 
 front lines with our field as a base inspired us to 
 greater effort. It was a tangible evidence that we 
 were accomplishing something. Daily the ships of the 
 1st and 12th would fly over the lines to take photo- 
 graphs of the enemy's positions or activities, or to act 
 in liaison with the Infantry or assist the big guns in 
 regulating the direction of their fire. When they came 
 back from a trip, those of us who could would gather 
 close to the pilot or observer and listen to the story 
 of his day's experiences. When planes returned rid- 
 dled with bullets it brought the actuality of it all home 
 to us very vividly. The 1st Aero Squadron was equipped 
 with biplace Spads, while the 12th had to get along 
 temporarily with old A. R.'s. None of us will forget 
 the days when ships never returned from a trip, or the 
 days when aviators were killed accidentally on our own 
 field; how quiet and sad the camp was on such days! 
 
 Hut there were days that were full of excitement ; 
 such as when a Boche ventured too far into the Amer- 
 ican lines and was chased by our Nieuports, or when 
 the allied anti-aircraft batteries opened up with a bar- 
 rage around a high-flying Boche, only to puncture and 
 dot the sky with hundreds of balls of smoke. On such 
 occasions we would yell as though it were a baseball 
 game. Also, we would wear our tin derbies to protect 
 us against the falling shell fragments. Then there was 
 
 the day when Lieutenant Barnaby in endeavoring to 
 fly out of the valley near the mess ball struck our tin 
 house, gave Canaday, its only occupant, the surprise of 
 his life, and caused the plane to turn upside down; and 
 the day when we beard the rattle of a machine gun 
 overhead, only to see a Boche plane fall in flames. 
 How curious everj oik- was that day to go to the scene 
 just to see what a dead German looked like. And who 
 will forget how Lieutenant Thaw in "taking off" 
 skimmed the top of Coale's tractor, tearing off the 
 steering wheel and causing Coale to duck for cover; 
 or how Rhodes was saved from a watery grave by 
 brave little Eddie Connor; or the days of the big 
 drives, how crowded the roads were with miles and 
 miles of camions and artillery and soldiers. Who 
 will forget the false alarms of air raids, when we 
 were ordered to work with our tin derbies and gas 
 masks handy; or the night just before we left 
 Ourches, when the batteries opened up on a sup- 
 posed German raider. It was too interesting to 
 rush for a dugout. And then who will not recall 
 the happy days when the water tank had to be filled 
 in St. Germain; or the days spent on McGovern's 
 wood-cutting detail or "summer outing" camp; or 
 the Sundays in Yaucouleurs, the baths in Toul, the 
 mademoiselles in St. Germain, the diving hoard on 
 the river, the "cheap" confections one could buy in 
 ( lurches, rolling the bones after taps, and stud 
 poker? But who wants to remember excavating 
 bases for barracks and hangars in a cold rain on a 
 Sunday, or splitting solid limestone rock in the 
 dugouts, digging trenches for a pipe line, digging 
 an ammunition pit, hauling" rocks off a steep slope 
 by wheelbarrow to the rock crusher before the nar- 
 row-gauge tracks were laid, peeling spuds for Hogan, 
 groping at night along streets kept dark to deceive 
 the Huns, the morning after pay day, corn willie. 
 Mistered hands, sore backs, etc.? 
 
 But to get back to the earlier days: On March 
 27th we moved into the barracks, and great was the 
 rejoicing. A few days later we moved into our new 
 kitchen. The original kitchen was but an abandoned 
 vehicle shed, at one time part of a winery. It was a 
 good makeshift, at that, but it was unpleasant to 
 have to stand in line and eat in the rain. Our 
 officers ate with us, although they found a dark store- 
 room for shelter and a barrel for a table. Our new 
 barracks were set deeply into the hillside and cam- 
 ouflaged with boughs. In the barracks we were all 
 together and were brought into intimate association 
 with one another. Here we spent the happiest days 
 and nights of our army life. Heie we became bud- 
 dies and confided to each other our past histories, our 
 ambitions, and plans. Here we wrote our letters, 
 before tables were placed in the mess hall. Here 
 Holley ran a small but well stocked canteen for us. 
 so that we were well supplied with American cigars, 
 
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 31 
 
 cigarettes, canned fruit, and chocolate. For lights 
 we worried along' with candles, although electric 
 lights were installed the week we moved away from 
 Ourches. All the windows were draped with black 
 curtains at night, that no light might penetrate to 
 the outside and give a possible Boche raider a clue 
 to our location. On several occasions we anxiously 
 awoke to hear a ripping and tearing and crashing, to 
 find that the wind had ripped off our roof and left 
 us exposed to the rain. 
 
 Daily, after supper, or before, the men would 
 wander to town, each to his home to a friendly fire- 
 place and a free meal, or to his favorite "old standby," 
 either Lucy's cafe, where the biggest woman in 
 town moved around with the grace of an elephant, 
 or to the little grocery to fight off the temptation of 
 buying at the owner's price, or to listen to tales of 
 the war. Then there was the "tabac" store down 
 by the bridge, frecjuented by those who thirsted for 
 knowledge or a pleasant chat with a chic mademoiselle. 
 
 Many of the men won promotions at Ourches. 
 The hard work and trying conditions soon brought 
 out the true character and worth of each man, and 
 it was told us that if a man would not shirk such 
 unpleasant and heavy duties as construction work 
 involves he would lie valuable anywhere and could 
 hold a promotion. It was work that developed char- 
 acter as well as muscle, and even though promotion 
 came slowly to some, their records at Ourches were 
 always big factors in determining whether or not 
 they could hold a promotion. 
 
 As the glorious month of May drew to a close we 
 saw our days at Ourches grow shorter. The wildest 
 speculation was indulged in as to what our next 
 step would be and whether it would be a continua- 
 tion of construction work or a chance to become a 
 service squadron like the 1st and 12th. The Y. M. 
 C. A. by this time had erected a hut and started en- 
 tertainments, the Red Cross put up a large building, 
 a real bath house was built, and electric lights and 
 
 running water installed. But there also came an 
 order to move. Such is army life; you get settled, 
 then acquainted, everything runs smoothly, and in 
 comes a G. H. Q. order to move on. Not that one 
 minds the moving if the change brings more ex- 
 citement or more useful work, but the anxiety is 
 wearying. 
 
 On the 23rd day of May, we received orders to 
 proceed to Amanty, headquarters of the first bomb- 
 ing group. That evening the men gathered at their 
 favorite "hangouts" and discussed what the future 
 might hold in store. All regretted to leave the best 
 camp in the A. E. F. It was the best, and we don't 
 say it because we built it. It was not stuck in the 
 woods nor in a mudhole, and it was close to a small 
 village, a good river, and what is most important, 
 close to the big war — as close as a flying field could 
 hope to be. From the Hying field we could see the 
 quarries at Commercy, the road to St. Mihiel and 
 Verdun, the line of observation balloons behind the 
 trenches, our planes flying over the lines and back in 
 daytime and the star shells at night. Always we 
 could hear the thunder of artillery in action, the 
 roar of planes overhead, and see the endless streams 
 of troops bound for the front. 
 
 Now we were to move even further from the war, 
 to Amanty this time, about fifteen kilometers to the 
 south of us. On the morning of the 24th we climbed 
 into trucks and were off. About twenty men were 
 ordered to remain at Ourches with Lieutenant Han- 
 sell and our transportation equipment for two weeks 
 longer, to finish hauling lumber, gas, etc. On June 9, 
 when we made our next move, these men rejoined us 
 with the trucks and equipment. 
 
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 The camp at Amanty was hidden by a forest, making 
 the outlook from the barracks rather dull. However, 
 our work was to be of a higher class than heretofore 
 and that was worth a lot. We constructed a hangar, 
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 trucks, and overhauled airplane motors. It was here 
 that the "flu" epidemic found us and caused us to 
 patronize sick call in crowds. At one time, sixty-seven 
 of us had the flu and the barracks were turned into 
 a sick ward. Happily, it lasted but a few days and no 
 one suffered seriously. Here, also, some of the men 
 received their first opportunities to ride as passengers 
 in airplanes, and many were the wild letters written 
 Imnie in description of the experience. Hopes of the 
 would-be aviators rose high while at Amanty. The 
 Y. M. C. A. at Amanty was a "stunner," with big 
 Jim Goodheart in charge; pool tables, piano, phono- 
 graph, lounging chairs, magazines and newspapers, and 
 a counter where there were plenty of cookies, hot 
 chocolate, and smokes. There were movies, vaudeville, 
 and a real live American girl to talk to. 
 
 Pleasant as were the few days at Amanty, we didn't 
 regret it when orders came to proceed to Chatillon-sur- 
 Seine, for with the orders came the rumor that at last 
 we were to train as airplane mechanics, and perhaps 
 later return to the Front with planes. With light 
 hearts, we packed our bags and started for our new 
 home in our own trucks. 
 
 It was an ideal day. but very dusty. The journey 
 was of some 120 kilometers, and lay through Neufcha- 
 teau, past Domremy, the birthplace of Joan of Arc, 
 through Chaumont and Chateau Villain. Hogan and 
 Ins "can-openers" started ahead of us. It was already- 
 after noon when, after passing through Chaumont 
 with still several hours ahead of us and a gnawing 
 sensation in the region of our stomachs, we came upon 
 the very welcome sight of Hogan's truck drawn up 
 alongside the road, and his "can-openers" guarding a 
 table loaded with bread, jam, and corned willie, and a 
 steaming G. I. can of coffee. No meal was ever eaten 
 with greater relish, and even corned willie himself was 
 honored by a second round. So unexpected was this 
 handout, and so much appreciated, that we voted never 
 to call our cooks "can-openers" again. 
 
 Chatillon-Sur-Seine 
 
 It was six o'clock Saturday evening, June 8th, when 
 the leading elements of our camion train rolled into 
 Chatillon-sur-Seine, bearing a very hungry, dust- 
 covered bunch of 639ers. Chatillon is a town of about 
 5000 inhabitants, located in the Department of Cote 
 d'Or, 80 kilometers northwest of the historic city of 
 Dijon, and 70 kilometers southeast of the once famous 
 city of Troves. A short distance beyond the town 
 limits, in full view of the ruins of the chateau of the 
 dukes of Bourgogne, we were soon to settle for a 
 more protracted period than we had anticipated, and 
 much less desired. Our greatest ambition at that time 
 was to return to the Front as soon as feasible with 
 our own airplanes and pilots. Thusly, we thought to 
 accomplish the greatest good and most effective work- 
 to ruin the Boche. 
 
 Chatillon is a prominent name in French history, the 
 
 dukes of Bourgogne having selected this town for 
 their abode from the 10th to the 15th centuries, making 
 it the capital of their territory. Commerce and indus- 
 try thrived under the Bourgognes, until the havoc of 
 continued wars, oppressive measures, and excessive 
 taxation finally destroyed the weaving industry that 
 had previously been so lucrative. 
 
 Even today, several large factories are in operation 
 there, three of them having devoted their entire facili- 
 ties to the production of munitions throughout the entire 
 period of hostilities. The town proper comprises two 
 distinct districts — the Chaumont, or newer section, and 
 the Bourg, or ancient section, the latter replete with 
 important scenes of great historical interest. 
 
 The River Seine, which has its source 30 kilometers 
 distant, separates before traversing the town, one 
 stream passing through the main section of Chatillon. 
 One of the most scenic spots in the vicinity is the 
 source of the River Douix. It flows from under a 
 cliff of solid rock, 100 feet in height. 
 
 Strange indeed must have been the impression made 
 on the French people of Chatillon by our men, be- 
 decked with the dust of a day's travel. It was necessary 
 to drive through the principal streets of the town to 
 arrive at the aviation field, which was located on a 
 higher level than the town, about one kilometer south- 
 east of the Bourg section of Chatillon. 
 
 The mess sergeant, with his crew, had arrived as 
 a sort of vanguard, and several of his helpers were 
 already exploring the town as our camion train drove 
 through. A decidedly superficial observation of the 
 town on the part of the late arrivals drew rather favor- 
 able comment, but everyone was anxious to get settled 
 before devoting serious attention to the burg. Hence, 
 it was with intense satisfaction that the boys, for the 
 most part unrecognizable, a result of the white dust, 
 an inevitable sequence to a day's ride over French 
 roads in dry weather, clambered off the camions, shout- 
 ing for assignment to billets and something to appease 
 the appetites that had been for the most part neglected 
 during the course of the day's travel. 
 
 It required hut little time to learn from the men of 
 the 89th Squadron, the only squadron already at the 
 Post, who had anticipated our arrival at least two 
 months previously, that there was located there a very- 
 large Infantry Officers' School ; though the aeronau- 
 tical school was still a small feature, boasting only four 
 hangars housing 24 A. R. airplanes and an Adrian 
 barracks, quarters for the 89th, and a circular hospital 
 hut. utilized for a mess shack. A rather dilapidated 
 tent served as a "Y," where Webster did his utmost to 
 satisfy the wants of the boys. 
 
 After an exchange of ideas with the men of the 
 89th, prospects among the men of our squadron for 
 real homes with the Chatillonais we thought were very 
 discouraging if the boys at the Infantry School were 
 half as active as were the 639th at Ourches. However, 
 
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 \u' assumed an optimistic view of our new environment 
 and were determined, as we had acquired the habit 
 from McBride of Missouri, to be shown, or to be con- 
 tent only with the result of our own investigations. 
 
 Once separated from the greater part of the French 
 real estate we had so involuntarily acquired, the mess 
 sergeant barked out a summons for chow, which con- 
 sisted, thai evening, of the customary short order Army 
 menu — cold corned willie, pickles, bread, and the 
 inevitable coffee. Even this prosaic bill of fare received 
 unusual attention, so hungry was the bunch after the 
 fatiguing day's journey. 
 
 Chow finished, inadequate accommodations necessi- 
 tated sending all except 40 of the men over to the 
 Patronage Barracks, where several companies of In- 
 fantry students were quartered. The Patronage in- 
 closure comprised several large, antiquated buildings, 
 typical of simple French architecture, and several 
 Adrian barracks, one of which was assigned for our 
 occupancy. 
 
 Dark had already settled before we arrived at the 
 Patronage inclosure, and after each man had carted in 
 three or four bunks, then recovered his barracks bag 
 from the general confusion before locating definitely 
 for the night, the hour was too late to permit an 
 exploration of the town, so the majority of the men 
 "bit the hay" to enjoy a much needed rest. Those 
 who deferred filling their bed sacks with straw imme- 
 diately after it arrived, were "SOL" when the fact 
 dawned upon them that they had neglected to do so. 
 For these, there was no alternative but to pass the 
 night as comfortably as possible on the hard boards. 
 
 Practically everybody was feeling as fit as ever the 
 next morning, and the Patronage detail (as those of us 
 who billeted there were known ) inarched over to the 
 field, garbed in fatigue clothes, to get breakfast and 
 commence work on the foundations for our barracks, 
 which had been very quickly laid off by Captain Fritz. 
 Several of the boys that morning inaugurated the 
 custom of dining with the doughboys, which afforded 
 them good eats and leisure time to jaunt over to work. 
 Inasmuch as our first day in Chatillon was a Sunday, 
 only half the men were detailed to work in the fore- 
 noon, the remainder replacing the morning workers 
 in the afternoon. Thusly, everyone had opportunity 
 to "once over" the town, comparing observations that 
 evening. 
 
 The bunch, with Buck Atwell on the job, succeeded 
 in erecting a small tent, which served temporarily as 
 a kitchen, and a larger one, utilized for supply and 
 orderly room. The latter was devoted to this same 
 purpose during our entire sojourn in Chatillon, going 
 to salvage only when we packed our bags and made 
 ready to quit the place. 
 
 That first Sunday, several had already cultivated the 
 acquaintance of some of the town celebrities, Countess 
 de Big John and Madam Sho Sho figuring more prom- 
 
 inently on the list than the others. The ruling in effect 
 that all men be in by nine o'clock was an innovation 
 hardly appreciated, after enjoying the liberties which 
 Ourches had afforded us. 
 
 The Aeronautical School at Chatillon was originally 
 intended to be but a minor feature of the Second Corps 
 Schools grouped there. The object for which the Aero 
 School had been established had in view the final train- 
 ing of aerial observers prior to their assignment to 
 active service "over the lines." 
 
 The course offered comprised Aerial Photography, 
 Artillery Reglage, Aerial Gunnery, and Infantry 
 Liaison ; three weeks of good weather sufficing to 
 complete the final training, provided the aspirant had 
 successfully qualified in all these important branches, 
 and favorable weather conditions had prevailed during 
 that time. Practically speaking, it might have been 
 properly termed a "Finishing School for Observers," 
 inasmuch as anyone capable of filling all school require- 
 ments in the various topics could be depended upon to 
 go successfully on missions over the lines. 
 
 Eleven officers comprised the first class of graduates, 
 which fact offers an idea as to the capacity of the 
 School as we found it on our arrival there. Four 
 hangars, a supply hut, a Swiss hut for a radio office, 
 a Swiss hut for headquarters, two Adrian barracks for 
 student observers, and one for officers' mess, and three 
 barracks occupied by the 89th Squadron, were the only 
 buildings which had been erected prior to our coming. 
 
 Plans for extension had been formulated, and we 
 were to be instrumental in assisting to materialize the 
 first part of them. On Monday, June 10th, work on 
 foundations and construction of our barracks and mess 
 hall commenced in earnest, the entire work being 
 completed, save for the installation of bunks, on the 
 14th, having required only four days to prepare foun- 
 dations and to erect three Adrian barracks. A detail 
 built and installed bunks on the arrival of material a 
 few days later. That our Ourches experience had not 
 been amiss is evident from the excellent results ob- 
 tained here. Those who at Ourches had played a 
 heavy roll in the drama of "Licking the Kaiser" donned 
 their togs again, while with the same picks and shovels 
 and "Irish Capronis," but with a new incentive (that 
 of obtaining a service squadron basis "toute de suite"), 
 they arrived at objectives with greater speed than they 
 did up Front. 
 
 June 15th, picks, shovels, and brouettes were returned 
 to the supply tent without a semblance of regret, and 
 approximately a hundred men were assigned to work 
 on the flying field. The squadron was lined up and 
 classified according to previous experiences, the nature 
 of the work to which each was assigned harmonizing 
 with individual adaptability. Some found themselves 
 very much at ease in the machine shop, E. & R. shop, 
 radio department, armory, and others on airplane crews ; 
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 under supervision of, the members of the 89th Squad- 
 ron, until such time as 639's capability to assume full 
 charge should evince itself. At that time, the 89th 
 expected to return to the Front with their own quota of 
 airplanes and pilots, when we were to succeed them in 
 e\ cry department on the field. Though our men qual- 
 ified quickly, the 89th did not make its departure, plans 
 developing differently and the continued expansion of 
 the school required them to remain. Our new work 
 was to consist in keeping planes in commission. Cap- 
 tain Falk informed us from the start that a plane was 
 either in commission, or not, and our duty was to 
 avoid the "not" as consistently as possible. To realize 
 this, it was sometimes necessary to pull a block or two 
 on a motor, grind valves, and keep the motor and 
 ship in perfect "flying" condition with a minimum loss 
 of time. Work, thoroughly executed, would preclude 
 the possibility of serious accidents due to mechanical 
 causes. 
 
 It was with regret we learned two weeks after our 
 arrival at Chatillon that Lieutenants Hansell, Mulhol- 
 land, and Gillett were, at their own requests, to return 
 to the Infantry. The Squadron presented each of them 
 with a gold signet ring, in expression of its esteem and 
 regard. All three succeeded in returning to the scene 
 of real activities, Lieutenant Mulholland earning the 
 privilege of displaying a wound chevron, due to an 
 encounter with a stray piece of Boche "H. E." Lieu- 
 tenants Snow and Mckinley remained with the outfit, 
 the former being assigned to the Post Supply, while 
 the latter acted in the capacity of Post Censor and 
 Intelligence Officer until placed in command of the 89th 
 Squadron in January, 1919, previous to its departure 
 for "Home." 
 
 Making friends among the Chatillonais proved a 
 facile matter, some of the boys meeting fair Frog 
 maidens, others assuming the obligations of providing 
 smokes for just so many additional subjects of Presi- 
 dent Poincaire and supporters "I the tri-colqr. Eating 
 course dinners where a permit to do so was required, 
 buying bread "sans ticket," were quickly enacted 
 without the so-called necessary permit or "ticket" 
 by those who knew a little French, and likewise by 
 those who knew it not so well. Prime favorites with 
 the hospitable people of Ourches, the 639ers were soon 
 strongly entrenched in the affections of their newly 
 made Chatillon friends, and reciprocal courses in 
 French and English were established in short order. 
 Chateaus were not requisites for those who wished to 
 master the difficulties of the English lingo, the echoes, 
 in a soprano voice, emanating from mere "somethings" 
 that might be described as "Holes-in-the-Wall." If the 
 mademoiselles progressed as rapidly as did our men, 
 Chatillon would speak English as extensively as 
 French, after the signing of the Peace Pact. 
 
 About a month after our arrival at Chatillon we wit- 
 nessed the first fatal accident at the school when 
 
 Lieutenant Robbins and his observer were burned to 
 death after a fall following a forced landing at the 
 Infantry School. 
 
 The obsequies were held the next afternoon, and u e 
 witnessed our first military funeral in France. Work 
 was declared off for the day and both squadrons formed 
 in a procession. A Fiat truck, sides dismounted, and 
 covered over with white cloth, draped in black, served 
 in place of a caisson. The procession formed in front 
 of the Hotel de Yille, the French undertakers making 
 a very droll appearance in their high-top hats covered 
 with black oilcloth, as they busied themselves pre- 
 paratory to the march to the cemetery. 
 
 Leading the procession was the Mayor of Chatillon, 
 followed by some of the prominent Chatillonais and 
 French officers. The various uniforms of the French 
 Officers and Veterans of 1870 contrasted greatly, af- 
 fording a real interesting spectacle. Then came a 
 detachment of Infantry — the firing squad — followed by 
 the pilots and observers from the school. 
 
 The truck followed, heaped with floral pieces almost 
 concealing from view the caskets draped in Old Glory. 
 Following this were our two squadrons and many 
 French civilians. 
 
 After the usual simple but impressive ceremony over 
 the grave, a fellow-aviator flew over the cemetery and 
 dropped flowers on the grave of his unfortunate com- 
 rades. 
 
 Our work on the field had offered numerous op- 
 portunities to take trips in the planes, and interesting 
 indeed is the experience of the first ride above the 
 clouds. Those awful forebodings prior to the "taking 
 off," only to be pleasantly disappointed by finding the 
 ground leaving one and the objects becoming smaller 
 and smaller, without even the slightest ill effects, are 
 now pleasant memories. But, if the motor had failed 
 or the ship had fallen into a nose spin, what then? 
 Then a pleasant whizzing through space for an in- 
 definite period. Finally, after a few tight spirals to 
 lose altitude, with the ground looking up over the side, 
 came the descent, a successful landing, and the convic- 
 tion that flying is the only thing, with a desire to 
 mount again at first opportunity. It was not long until 
 frequent flights became a part of the daily routine and 
 all thought of hazard was forgotten. 
 
 By July 10th, our Squadron had not only taken over 
 several airplanes, but was in full charge of two hangars, 
 with the 89th Squadron in charge of the other two, 
 responsibility being evenly divided in hangar number 
 five. 
 
 Work on the field offered everybody an equal oppor- 
 tunity for promotion and the number of non-coms 
 increased monthly. Chatillon is ample evidence of the 
 degree of success attained by the members of the 
 Squadron in the various departments to which they 
 had been assigned. The lectures given by Captain 
 Falk were of real benefit to the men of the Squadron, 
 
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 all profiting in some measure by them, as the continued 
 improvement in the work on the field clearly indicated. 
 
 Though "beaucoup" pep was necessary in the work, 
 we also found much time with hut little to occupy our- 
 selves. If a ship was out on a mission or not on 
 schedule, the crew might he seen dozing in the sun 
 under the wings of an aeroplane, while some others 
 were boiling clothes, utilizing a "blow torch" against 
 the side of a bucket to furnish the heat. 
 
 Intense interest was aroused by the arrival, almost 
 daily, of a strange plane from some other field, coming 
 for a replenishment of "essence" or stopping over for 
 the night while on a long ferrying trip. Practically 
 every type of airplane from a French baby Spad and 
 English Sop Camel to a Handley-Page bomber and 
 Caproni bomber made a call at our field. When either 
 of the last mentioned type sailed in for gas or oil, 
 everyone was as scarce as possible, as it signified almost 
 a full drum of "essence" and beaucoup "huile" entailing 
 beaucoup labor. 
 
 Whenever a plane made a forced landing forty kilo- 
 meters or so away from camp, and wrecked up suf- 
 ficiently to necessitate dismantling it, the crew proceeded 
 to get their blankets and make ready for a night out in 
 some field near some live town. The salvage trip then 
 assumed more of a picnic aspect than a work trip. A 
 plane was always an attraction to the people in the 
 vicinity where it landed, and when the mechanics ar- 
 rived on the scene they invariably found a crowd of 
 Frogs there to greet them. The work of tearing down 
 and loading a plane on a trailer was of short duration 
 and usually not very difficult, the men then proceeding 
 to "once over" the town and its offerings. Just such 
 trips caused many to study French, "billet-douxs" be- 
 coming quite popular. No one failed to indulge in a 
 real home-cooked dinner when out on these trips, the 
 people showing our men wonderful hospitality at all 
 times. 
 
 Late in August came the 20th Company, 4th Regi- 
 ment, Motor Mechanics, who were assigned to crews 
 on the field and in the shops under our men. Their 
 advent marked the beginning of a substantial enlarge- 
 ment of the school, the plans adopted providing for an 
 increase in its training capacity from IS students per 
 month to 180. 
 
 Sopwith training airplanes arrived in large numbers 
 about this time, the number of planes on the field 
 having shown a decided increase in accordance with 
 the general extension plans. About that time, "Liberty 
 1000" landed at our field en route to the Front and 
 caused considerable excitement and interest among the 
 men. After repeatedly hearing so many unfavorable 
 reports anent the Liberty motor, it was indeed a treat 
 to realize that we already had 1000 of these splendid 
 ships playing their part in giving the Boche his due. 
 
 In September, the 157th and 370th Squadrons arrived 
 from England and commenced immediately to material- 
 ize some of the proposed developments. The new- 
 
 comers were rather disappointed on learning of the 
 construction work that lay before them, but set to 
 work determined to make the best of it. Then it was 
 we felt that we "had it" on the new bunch. We had 
 spent all our time in France; had labored up on the 
 Toul Front, and now we were capably acquitting our- 
 selves of the duties of a Service Squadron, our previous 
 work and present occupations warranting us the priv- 
 ilege of watching the "other fellow" do his bit with the 
 instruments of torture — the pick and shovel. 
 
 They assisted in erecting additional barracks, hangars, 
 and shops, while 639ers regarded themselves as 
 having graduated from such duties. We certainly had 
 had our full share of such work. Complete machine, 
 E. & R., and overhaul simps were built, a power house 
 installed, and newer and more commodious quarters 
 constructed for the Photo, Radio, and Training De- 
 partments. 
 
 The number of hangars increased from 5 to 15, 
 housing a total, at one time, exceeding 100 planes. 
 Many of our men shared in producing for the Engi- 
 neering Department one of the most enviable reputations 
 for efficiency among the Air Service schools and 
 instruction centers in the A. E. F. 
 
 By the end of August, the positions of responsibility 
 in the diverse departments on the field were evenly 
 divided between the 89th and 639th Squadrons, a fact 
 in itself an excellent tribute to the caliber of men in the 
 639th. The 157th and 370th worked in on the field 
 after the construction work had been completed. 
 
 Each succeeding month witnessed additional promo- 
 tions, and by November practically all ratings author 
 ized a Supply Squadron had been given out. Unfor- 
 tunately, the efforts to have the squadron changed to 
 a service basis had not as yet met with success, thus 
 depriving many men of deserved ratings which a supply 
 organization was not permitted to make. This condi- 
 tion, however, gave birth to a new clan — "The Non- 
 Chauffing Chauffeurs" — and some who had once sat 
 in an automobile were now privileged to sport the 
 wheel on the right sleeve. Norton, who made the P. M. 
 detail famous with the morning and afternoon colla- 
 tions from the officers' mess, which he provided for 
 the members of this distinguished detail, eventually had 
 this distinction conferred upon him. Another member 
 of the famous P. M. detail finally attained the rankness 
 of "H. P." Buck Atwell, after he had relinquished the 
 "Top Kick's" berth, received the title of "Chauffeur" or 
 "Knight of the Bath," and from that time, until his 
 premature departure for home in December, confined 
 his efforts to making the hoys comfortable in the bath 
 house. We also lost Temple, Arlington, Shields, Steven- 
 son, Dorney, and Sheiler, who were transferred and 
 sent home after a siege in the hospital. Stevenson 
 accidentally received a bullet in the leg. Shields's 
 injuries were due to a propeller striking him. Bill 
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 the 1101th Squadron. Brandt, we regret to say, was 
 reported to have died suddenlj at Lemans while await- 
 ing orders home. 
 
 It is with justifiable pride that we entertain the 
 thought that not one of the fatal crashes on our field 
 occurred in a plane having a member of the 639th 
 for crew chief. We had the lowest percentage of 
 accidents for so large a number of flying hours, as 
 compared with the records of the various training 
 centers of the A. E. F. 
 
 On November 1st "DeHaviland -1" planes, equipped 
 with Liberty motors, began to arrive at the field to be 
 utilized for training purposes. They proved a vast 
 improvement over the Sops and A. R.\ which, from 
 thence on, began gradually to disappear, Liberties 
 replacing them as soon as the slower planes were worn 
 out. 
 
 The high efficiency of the Engineering Department 
 under Captain McLeod's regime, the ingenuity exercised 
 in equipping its shops, the skill of its personnel in 
 maintaining the ships, and the spirit of loyalty, har- 
 mony, and sense of responsibility, were a creditable 
 reflection on the men of our Squadron, who filled the 
 majority of the responsible positions. The work per- 
 formed by our men was directly instrumental in the 
 development of a feeling of confidence on the part of 
 pilots and observers, to secure which was a severe test 
 of our efficiency as well as conducive to their best 
 efforts in the air. 
 
 The almost unbroken line of ships on the field was 
 another evidence of the merits of 639's mechanical 
 ability. If a ship were not in flying condition, the 
 prevalent custom ordered it several feet in the rear of 
 the line till necessary repairs had been made. In a 
 short time, a change of a wheel, or the replacement of 
 all or a part of a wrecked landing gear, was speedily 
 effected. Efficiency and speed in such minor details 
 enabled the greater number of ships to be in commis- 
 sion all the time, earning a reputation for the Squadron 
 and for the school, too. Occasionally, some incidental 
 work demanded recognition, as was the case after the 
 unexpected rain and windstorm one night in September. 
 A storm broke without sending any harbinger, and when 
 the wind had ceased its howling and Pluvius called 
 "time" we took stock of the damage done. Practically 
 every barrack in camp was minus several sections of 
 roof, while sheet iron plates were scattered about 
 everywhere in the vicinity of the circular huts. The 
 "Y" tent was blown down and torn considerably, as 
 was also the orderly tent. The morning after, details 
 were busily engaged restoring roofs and pitching the 
 two tents that suffered so severely in the merciless 
 gale. It was at this time that the orderly tent was 
 changed to a location between our two barracks, where 
 it remained during the remainder of our sojourn in 
 Chatillon. 
 
 Though much work was accomplished at Chatillon, 
 
 it was here that we had our greatest amusement. In 
 July, the first group of Permissionaires from the 
 Squadron hied unexpectedly off to Aix-les-Bains in 
 quest of whatever a "leave" might offer a Yank. From 
 that time on the men became more familiar with the 
 ways of the French, this knowledge improving as we 
 neared our second service chevron. Since the first 
 leave, our delegations have visited practically all the 
 leave centers, including St. Malo, Grenoble, Allevard-Ies- 
 I'.ains, Nice, Monte Carlo, Monaco, Lucon, and Men- 
 tone. The recollections of Dijon, Paris, Lyons, Mar- 
 seilles, and some of the smaller cities are fixed in the 
 memory of everyone, each for a very different reason, 
 ranging through the entire eligibility list from Yvette 
 to Marguerite. Each returning permissionaire might 
 write a most interesting volume all his own of his ex- 
 periences and no two would read similarly. No one had 
 forgotten Heinrich's loquacity during the two weeks 
 succeeding his return to the "simple life." We all 
 learned bow be met the Duchess, his irresistible, taking 
 manner captivating her on their first meeting. He told 
 us, also, how lie attended a banquet at the Chateau of 
 the Duchess which Secretary of War Baker and Gen- 
 eral Bliss honored with their presence, and that when 
 the Secretary asked him for a match, how munificently 
 he acted on that occasion when he said, "Here, Secre- 
 tary, keep the box." After this hobnobbing with the 
 aristocracy, we know why he captivated the affections 
 of a famous opera prima donna. Of., course, all the 
 men did not enjoy the same prestige, but all succeeded 
 in making pleasant acquaintances and learned much of 
 France's most attractive parts. Heinrich himself, on 
 bis second leave, pursued an entirely different policy 
 from that of bis first "permission." He contended 
 that his hobnobbing with the "bluebloods" on his first 
 leave bad exhausted his financial resources, so for his 
 pocket's own benefit be eschewed the high-brows and 
 enjoyed himself more, at less expense to himself, on 
 his second leave, without any excessive search. 
 
 Every man easily found the sort of diversion most 
 attractive to him. What the Squadron personnel didn't 
 know about the gay "London House" or "Berthouxs 
 Inn" at Lyons does not exist. The "Pension des Ar- 
 tistes," where the comely French movie stars and young 
 artists make their abode, was penetrated by E. deGray 
 Read and Galtes. Very likely the "de" in Read's cog- 
 nomen was the powerful influence that overcame staid 
 European conventionalities, gaining admittance to these 
 precincts, inasmuch as "de" is tacked on to the mon- 
 nickers of the aristocracy on this side of the Pond. 
 On the return from a 14 days' absence from "la Belle 
 Chatillon," the attractions of Rosie's Cafe, or Hotel 
 de la Poste, waned and they didn't seem to be the 
 "nice" sort of places we were at first inclined to think 
 them. Once returned from a leave, the greatest desire 
 was to start off on another, the required four months 
 passing as four years. 
 
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 The well established "Y" erected with the general 
 expansion program proved to be an agreeable surprise. 
 Though Mr. Webster provided amply for us in his 
 dilapidated tent, the influx of the three additional 
 squadrons warranted the construction of the excellent 
 "Y" accommodations we afterward enjoyed. For a 
 short time we had Miss Mann at the "Y," who inaugu- 
 rated the hot cocoa custom. Her sojourn at the field, 
 however, proved of short duration, work in Paris calling 
 
 The Old "Y." 
 
 her there. Fortunately, the cocoa custom survived to 
 the end. 
 
 Entertainments were provided at regular intervals, 
 the local talent periodically providing shows of real 
 merit. Divisional shows also favored us with their 
 offerings from time to time. 
 
 A baseball league was established, in which we were 
 represented, having returned home only once on the 
 short end of a score. These games provided auto trips 
 to Montigny, Vcuxhalles, Courban, or to other towns 
 where our opponents were stationed. The trips were 
 .1 vi ui ice of real pleasure, Murphy and his transporta- 
 tion gang providing trucks to carry the large band of 
 rooters which accompanied the team on all trips. A 
 combination team composed of men from the 89th 
 and 639th frequently met the strong officers' team 
 which boasted several ex-college and league players in 
 their lineup. These games were always nip-and-tuck 
 affairs, the enlisted men, however, scoring the victory 
 every time. 
 
 Week-end auto trips were made to Dijon, Troves, and 
 Auxere, in recognition of the fine work accomplished 
 on the field. That these trips were full of amusement 
 is indicated by the general wish to be numbered among 
 those selected for the next ride. 
 
 By November, no squadron was producing better 
 results nor holding more of the responsible positions on 
 the field than was the 639th. The Transportation De- 
 partment, with one of the best records in the A. E. F., 
 was virtually personneled by men from our outfit. 
 Headquarters depended on our clerks and stenos to 
 
 assume charge of that department, which they did very 
 creditably. 
 
 Then "Boastful Willie" decided that the jig was up, 
 telling us so with finality on November 11th. What 
 happened that morning will lie remembered forever. 
 A half hour after the good word had been received, 
 639tb's settlement bore a more forlorn aspect than the 
 "Deserted Village" itself, the bunch heading for town 
 en masse. That the 639ers played a prominent part 
 in the celebration may be ascertained from the fact 
 that several of us figured in little reckonings after the 
 general hilarity had subsided. But everyone was doing 
 his best that day, and we carried the same enthusiasm 
 into the merry-making that characterized our daily 
 tasks; hence, our exceptional accomplishments on the 
 occasion of the armistice. 
 
 Though hostilities had ceased with the armistice, the 
 same spirit that had imbued the men in their work was 
 as noticeable as previously, no one relaxing his efforts 
 to maintain- the same high standard of efficiency in all 
 work undertaken. 
 
 November saw the Thanksgiving issue of "Contact," 
 our squadron paper; the second edition appearing as 
 a New Year's number. The merits of the sheet may 
 be judged from the fact that the Chief of Air Service 
 requested copies of all ensuing issues of the paper; 
 also any cuts of general interest we had used and still 
 had in our possession. These were to be utilized in the 
 official history of the Air Service for official Govern- 
 ment records. A thousand copies were sold of the 
 second number. Rhodes, the Editor, however, expe- 
 rienced snmc-of the difficulties of the regular newspaper 
 scribe. Many libel suits were threatened, but finally 
 dropped when informed that "Contact" could not pos- 
 sibly pay any damage suits returned against it. 
 
 From November 11th, on, there wasn't a dull moment 
 for anv of us around the barracks. Occasionally- some 
 of the fellows would join in the social whirl and return 
 after an undeniably pleasant evening spent at Rosie's 
 Inn, or perhaps at the Hotel de la Poste, while still 
 others found amusement in visiting the "Sign of the 
 Red Horse" (Cheval Rouge) or "Big John's" dugout. 
 There were those, too, who devoted their evenings to 
 the mastery of the ^difficulties of the French language, 
 while the fair instructor simultaneously labored to 
 overcome the difficulties of English. Each man had 
 his particular rendezvous where he could always call 
 for his "oeufs" and "pommes de terres frites" without 
 fear of disappointment. 
 
 We could not forget the strong man stunts performed 
 after a social, or a dizzy whirl at popular Rosie's or 
 one of the other emporiums. The way those stoves 
 went over cannot be forgotten, nor can the spontaneous 
 readings from Shakespeare go unappreciated. The 
 boys certainly "knew the town, but we can't say more 
 about it, due to the silence each observed concerning 
 his achievements there. All had real rendezvous, but 
 
639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 49 
 
 refused to let too many in on them, thus spoiling their 
 own opportunities. 
 
 In spare time, or on holidays, the men could he seen 
 hieing off in all directions, St. Colombe and the smaller 
 neighboring towns offering a welcome to many of the 
 639th men. 
 
 On January 12th, our old friends of the 89th started 
 the first lap of the journey which we all hoped to make 
 as "toot sweet" as possible, to "God's Country." The 
 639th then became the pioneer outfit on the field and the 
 
 departure; bin each succeeding day found us as im- 
 patiently waiting as on the day previous. Dame Rumor 
 had everyone on the "qui vivc" during the last month 
 there, and it seemed as though our orders would never 
 come. 
 
 One hour of drill constituted the day's labor, while 
 most of us tired striving to dope out some means of 
 agreeably occupying the remainder of the time. All 
 excess equipment was turned in during these days and 
 general preparations for departure were in order. "Y" 
 
 2nd Corps Aero School from Above 
 
 places occupied by them were due recognition of their 
 qualifications. 
 
 Here it was that the wild rumor artists realized the 
 wonderful field of action that lay before them. Dailj 
 the Mexican athletes had either sailing orders for the 
 Squadron or some "straight" or "inside" dope that 
 assured our departure by the end of January. Some 
 were even deploring the fact that we would be de- 
 prived of our right to don a second service stripe. 
 
 Late in January, the work of the school having ter- 
 minated, orders to return to the United States were 
 requested for our Squadron, and then the real anxiety 
 began. All were aware that each day might bring our 
 
 entertainments during these days were staged fre- 
 quently, but the majority of the men preferred asso- 
 ciation with their French friends, as they anticipated 
 leaving them soon, perhaps never again to see them. 
 
 March 5th, excitement exceeded all bounds when 
 we received official notice that w'e had only two more 
 days in Chatillon. Some men immediately set to work, 
 packing up their barrack bags, while others seemed 
 almost skeptical, fearing that the cheerful news was 
 only a dream. The supply tent looked comparatively 
 bare after all excessive equipment was turned in and 
 served to confirm the good news. 
 
 March 6th, the men, with the co-operation of Lieu- 
 
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 55 
 
 tenant Mitchell, the Engineering Officer, rigged up a 
 fusilage and gave an unprecedented parade through 
 the streets of Chatillori, which is described at length 
 on another page. 
 
 En Route, Chatillon to Marsas 
 
 The morning of the 7th blanket rolls were prepared, 
 barrack bags packed, and baggage transported to the 
 station to be loaded on the cars that were already 
 waiting to receive it. Most of the day was spent in 
 making the rounds of our numerous friends to bid 
 them a final adieu. It seemed as though each man 
 bad been adopted by some fair "Marraine," following 
 the popular French custom. Old wines were brought 
 out after an apparent undisturbed rest of some years 
 and opened, in order that the best of friends might 
 drink together before parting. All were implored to 
 write "souvent" and besought not to forget their 
 friends as soon as they had separated from them. 
 
 At eight o'clock the Squadron, in full marching order, 
 formed on the road in the rear of the line of barracks 
 and executed a "squads right" for the last time in the 
 good old environment that served so long a time as 
 our home. The doorways along the streets were filled 
 with people who were to have a final glimpse of us as 
 we marched, singing, along the route to the station. 
 
 \\ e arrived "a la gare" about 8:30 and piled into our 
 "40 hommes — 8 chevaux" Pullmans, eager to be off on 
 the most desired of all journeys — most desired because 
 it was the beginning of the end of our military career. 
 
 Lieutenant Mitchell was at the station and bade each 
 man a personal farewell. That afternoon the members 
 of the Squadron had presented him with a pair of field 
 glasses and a gold pin in token of their friendship for 
 him and in recognition of his efforts to further tin- 
 
 interests of the men. By ten o'clock we saw the last 
 of Chatillon and were then ready to consider sleeping. 
 The men then occupied themselves striving to deter- 
 mine the best means of arranging their bed sack-. 
 which they found piled up in the cars on their arrival 
 at the station. It was decided to arrange the bunk- 
 adjacent to one another, the boys sleeping "sardine" 
 fashion, i. e., with the feet of one in close proximity 
 to the head of the other. For a time some of the boys 
 were greatly perplexed in their efforts to arrive at a 
 satisfactory solution of the sleeping problem. Hot 
 coffee had been prepared and the boys "fell out" to 
 enjoy this prior to "setting" themselves for the night's 
 rest, if rest were to be possible in so crowded a con- 
 dition. By the time we had pulled out of Chatillon the 
 sleeping difficulty had solved itself, as the boys hit the 
 "hay heap" one by one, and a visit with Morpheus en 
 route became a reality. However, it cannot be con- 
 tended that sleeping under those conditions was an- 
 alogous to sleep of a real beneficial nature, because 
 when we arose the next morning fatigue had not been 
 wholly dispelled. Bunks were rolled up and equipment 
 suspended from the ceiling and from the walls through 
 the medium of numerous nails that had been placed 
 there for this purpose. Everyone was fully awake 
 bright and early, waiting for succor from the cook- 
 car. The night's travel had brought us as far as Dijon, 
 a city known to practically every member of the 
 Squadron. Many had found rare enjoyment there on 
 week-end trips, while everyone who had been on leave 
 had made Dijon a factor in his itinerary. 
 
 A number of the boys hit direct for the Red Cross 
 canteen at the station, where their healthy appetite- 
 were soon appeased by the kindly, good looking, real 
 
 En Route to Marsas 
 
56 
 
 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 American girls. A few others (ask Rhodes and Galtes) 
 even perpetrated a morning social call at some of the 
 nearby hostelries where they had formed "friendships" 
 with some of the "fair ones" of the Rochefort country. 
 
 About eight o'clock the Squadron "cuisiniers" served 
 hot coffee and sandwiches of the "cold beef" and 
 confiture variety, the boys returning to the cars well 
 satisfied for the present. Shortly after this "petit 
 dejeuner" the tram signalled departure, everyone climb- 
 ing aboard anxious to cover more distance as quickly 
 as possible. 
 
 All the boys were settled comfortably enough in the 
 cars during the day, some sitting in the doorways, wink' 
 Others remained standing, gazing out of the open win- 
 dows, enjoying the ever-changing beautiful landscapes. 
 An hour out of Dijon and we saw Beaune with its im- 
 mense American University colony, which several of 
 ns were anxious to attend, but failed to receive the 
 appointment. 
 
 Each car provided its own impromptu entertainers, 
 time passing tolerably fast with little diversions and 
 spontaneous bursts of drollery. Eats did not come as 
 frequeuth as our appetites warranted, and fortunate 
 indeed were those who had prepared for such a con- 
 tingency, bringing an ample suppl) of sardines, cheese, 
 jam and French bread, and even eggs. The generosity 
 and good-fellowship in every car permitted no one to 
 gaze hungrily on the scene, everyone profiting l>\ the 
 preparedness of the farsighted ones. 
 
 I'.y nine o'clock, the eve of the second day on the 
 road, the interior of each car resembled a sardine can. 
 In spite of the crowded conditions, sleep proved feas- 
 ible. Some cars displayed hammocks suspended from 
 the ceiling, as some of the fellows ingeniously con- 
 trived to rig up their "shelter halves" sailor fashion. 
 "Tiny" Kennedy thought to utilize his shelter half 
 in that fashion, but decided on completion of the work 
 that he was either too heavy or the shelter half too 
 weak for the ordeal; so he flopped on the floor, where 
 he risked no spill 
 
 For one of the "far-end" men to proceed to the d 
 
 alter dark to "once over" the ever-changing environ- 
 ment was quite an interesting accomplishment. 'Twas 
 necessary to rise, and either fall or dive as far as 
 possible toward the mid-section of the car, recovering 
 one's bearings after removing someone's knee or elbow 
 from one's stomach. The method of procedure on the 
 return was analogous, some displaying great skill in 
 judging distance, landing in the majority of attempts 
 directly on their own hay-heap. 
 
 Travel a la "4(1 hommes — 8 chevaux" on this trip was 
 a decided contrast to our trip under similar conditions 
 over a year back, when we went from Brest to St. 
 Maixcnt. On that trip conditions were considerably 
 more crowded and sleep then was utterly impossible, 
 general opinion concurring in severe aversion to 
 French travel methods. Our year's experience had 
 
 inured us to "war conditions" and with our straw -filled 
 bed sacks along, our return coastward was a pleasant 
 contrast to that awful journey "frontward" in January, 
 1918. 
 
 On the morning of March 9th we arrived in Chateau- 
 roux. The night had passed in comparative rest, so 
 the bunch quickly "piled oft" and formed a line for 
 coffee in front of a French canteen. This beverage 
 was appreciated, as was the information that we were 
 to "lay over" there for several hours. The wise ones 
 lost no time in exploring the town, their reports on 
 returning to the cars causing many to regret their pro- 
 crastination. It was true, however, that many of the 
 fellows left Chateauroux in a far more jovial mood 
 than they had entered the burg early that morning. 
 All left Chateauroux, however, with a very favorable 
 impression ol the place, for various reasons. 
 
 The country traversed on this day was quite pleasing 
 The scenery presented a very agreeable view. Eats, as 
 on the day previous, did not come quite so often as 
 the majority could have relished without pampering 
 their soldier's appetite. Individual foresight again pre- 
 cluded the possibility of anyone's enduring any hunger 
 at any time on the trip. I'.y nine o'clock, the majority 
 of the cars were darkened The quiet did not prevail, 
 as usual, till a considerably later hour. One night had 
 sufficed to inure the boys to the "sardine" mode of 
 bunking. For that reason everyone enjoyed a good 
 night's sleep the third night on the road. 
 
 We were rudely aroused at five a. m. to enjoy some 
 hot coffee, which was certainly appreciated, in spite of 
 our disturbed slumbers. Monday, the 10th, found the 
 hunks rolled up earlier than usual, possibly due to the 
 untimely awakening. The doors and windows were 
 opened to admit the best weather we had bad since our 
 departure from Chatillon. Enthusiasm was rampant, 
 inasmuch as everyone was anticipating the end of the 
 journey some time on that day. At practically every 
 station the French "flunkies" were bombarded with 
 fineries as to how soon we should arrive at St. Andre 
 de Cubsaz, our destination. The farther we traveled 
 the later became the conjectured hour of our arrival at 
 St. Andre, so we decided to ask no more questions. 
 
 Chow on the third day was consistent with that of 
 the two preceding days. Thrice during the day the 
 hovs lined up for sandwiches and coffee, utilizing their 
 own supply of eats in addition to those provided. By 
 three o'clock we had crossed the Gironde and were 
 moving slowly into the railroad yards at Bordeaux. 
 Though we expected to leave Bordeaux "toute de suite" 
 after completing another collation consisting of "hash" 
 sandwiches, we were disappointed on that score. A 
 "hot box" was discovered on the baggage car, and 
 alter about twenty Frenchmen had completed their 
 very cursory inspection, it was decided that it would 
 be necessary to replace the car with another one. This 
 necessitated the removal of the contents of the car, 
 
58 
 
 We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 transferring them to another that had been switched 
 up for the purpose. The encomiums heaped on the 
 French inspectors might more properly be termed op- 
 probriums, for the boys did not enjoy the prolonged 
 delay. The work of transferring the baggage was 
 accomplished in comparatively short time and everyone 
 was anxious to leave Bordeaux as soon as possible. 
 When we did start we were minus our baggage car, 
 a^ a locomotive had in the interim been coupled to the 
 opposite end of the train. Realizing our situation, the 
 switch engine was coupled to the baggage car and fol- 
 lowed us up as closely as could safely be done. The 
 crew mi our engine heard the whistling and yelling of 
 the boys and brought the train to a stop. The pestifer- 
 ous baggage car was thin coupled on and we were on 
 our way again by six o'clock. 
 
 Marsas and Embarkation Camp 
 
 Everyone was in readiness to detrain on a moment's 
 notice, hut after a ride of two hours' duration we ar- 
 rived at St. Andre only to receive the information that 
 we had ten kilometers farther to travel. The congested 
 conditions of St. Andre and its environs compelled us 
 to billet farther up the line. About 9:30 we detrained 
 at Cavignac and, after piling up our bed sacks, we "fell 
 in" to march three kilometers over to Marsas, where 
 we were to be billeted. The 157th, which accompanied 
 us, did likewise, but proceeded on foot over to Cezac, 
 which had been assigned for their billets. The march 
 through the darkness under full equipment proved to 
 be somewhat of an ordeal after three days and nights 
 on a French "Soldier Pullman." The customary char- 
 acteristics of the 639th "on the march" were decidedly 
 lacking that night. Occasionally someone would com- 
 mence a song, but bis enthusiasm invariably failed him 
 as his pack emphasized its presence. The European 
 kilometer, as a linear measure, evoked contempt from 
 a Yank when he considered the superiority of the mile. 
 However, those three kilometers we traversed, hiking 
 from Cavignac to Marsas, were apparently longer than 
 any American farmer's six miles. 
 
 It was a fatigued bunch that came to a halt in the 
 vicinity of the field kitchen located temporarily along- 
 side the road in Marsas. Lieutenant Snow and the 
 vanguard, consisting of Weisblum, lice, and Knowles, 
 who arrived three days previous, had prepared some 
 coffee. Even this sugarless beverage, with a piece of 
 bread, was appreciated by all. By midnight the various 
 detachments had been marched off to the billets to 
 which they had been assigned. Xo one lost any time 
 in preparing a place to "Hop" for the night — in the 
 majority of cases, on the hard floor. 
 
 Once again we found ourselves living in the homes 
 of the French people, but this time under far pleasanter 
 conditions. Many of the boys met the "Patron" that 
 same night and were obliged to accept of his proffered 
 hospitality in the form of some very fine wine. 
 
 We were the first Yanks to be stationed in the 
 
 vicinity of Marsas and the treatment we received 
 from the people was above reproach — a decided con- 
 trast to the environment at Chatillon. Marsas is a 
 hamlet of perhaps eighty inhabitants, located thirty-two 
 kilometers from Bordeaux in the Department of 
 Gironde. It is in the heart of the "Vin blanc" district, 
 the vineyards covering miles and miles of territory. 
 Settlements in this section of France were quite dif- 
 ferent from those to which we were accustomed in 
 the eastern part of the country. The houses were 
 located a considerable distance apart, each boasting a 
 fairly large acreage devoted to vineyards. 
 
 Our routine here consisted of morning and afternoon 
 drill, though shortly before our departure the afternoon 
 period was devoted to athletic activity. The change 
 proved very popular with the boys, inasmuch as it 
 afforded them ample opportunity to decide whether they 
 had retrograded to the class of "has beens" or "come- 
 backs." It is safe to venture that the great majority 
 <|tialified in the latter category. 
 
 Discipline tightened here and formations were the 
 prevailing vogue. The men in the different billets came 
 in formation for all meals, or whenever the presence 
 of the entire personnel of any billet was required at 
 some particular place. In proceeding to mess, forma- 
 tion was necessary. Shoes, both field and russet, were 
 kept scrupulously clean and polished at all times. No 
 one readily forgot the impromptu inspection in lieu 
 of retreat when what we thought was a real shine 
 merited two hours and twenty minutes of extra hiking 
 after supper. The penalty subjected to consisted in 
 covering a prescribed route twice in one hour. This 
 was, however, impossible to do, even should the bunch 
 double time both circuits. 
 
 The Q. M. treated us exceptionally fine and the mess 
 sergeant by requisitioning the services of Bill Hogan, 
 "a bear" of an ex-cook, and mess sergeant, improved 
 the eats considerably. Effective precautions were taken 
 to assure irreproachable cleanliness of mess-gear. This 
 served to further the enjoyment of chow and satisfy 
 the many inspectors on that score. 
 
 Rigorous inspections were held every Saturday, 
 everybody carefully preparing for them. The general 
 improvement in discipline, drill, and appearance was 
 quite marked after our first fortnight in Marsas. After 
 four weeks in our Gironde environment the majority 
 of the boys, to utilize their own expressions, were "sit- 
 ting pretty." The French friends of the 639th were 
 counted within a six or seven-kilometer radius of 
 Marsas. The 639ers were favorites at Ourches and 
 Chatillon ; and then at Marsas, experiencing no con- 
 tenders, in addition to being the first American soldiers 
 there, they found a hearty welcome from the start, 
 which they retained throughout their sojourn there. 
 Many a bottle of ancient "Vin blanc" was brought out 
 after years of undisturbed rest. The people would 
 accept no remuneration for this hospitality, offering it 
 

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 61 
 
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 Street Scene in Marsas 
 
 through motives of pure friendship. Tobacco, cigar- 
 ettes, and occasionally candy, of the issue variety, 
 served to reciprocate the kindness. 
 
 ] luring our stay at Marsas it was not Found neces- 
 sary to appoint M. P.s, a very creditable reflection on 
 the character of the Squadron personnel. Access to 
 cafes was had throughout the day until 9:30 in the 
 evening. Inebriety was, however, practically a non- 
 entity. 
 
 For once, practically ever) man in the Squadron 
 joined in the social whirl of French rural society. The 
 weekly- dances, given under French auspices at Holley's 
 billet and over "a la gare" at Gauriauguet, were largely 
 attended by 639ers. These affairs invariably proved a 
 revelation and a real scream to the boys. One could 
 hardly imagine or easily describe the dances such as 
 those French executed. It was certainly a ludicrous 
 spectacle to witness; a small hall, overcrowded with 
 French whirling dizzily for a moment, then tearing 
 around in skipping fashion. In reality, it was merely 
 a contest to see who could tramp on the greater number 
 
 of feet with the least damage to his own. The boys at 
 first essayed to dance, hut experience soon taught them 
 that the spectator's role was the preferable one. The 
 closing dance, however, was the one most appreciated. 
 That three-piece orchestra (cornet, violin, and bass) 
 inevitably ground out a jig for the final number on 
 the program. The Amexes usually participated in that 
 number, as it consisted in hopping from one foot to the 
 other. Most of the comely demoiselles within the 
 dance radius (and they came from miles around) made 
 the "connaissance" of the 63°ers. 
 
 For this, and other reasons, we had contented our- 
 selves with our new environment and were reconciled 
 to an indefinite stay in Marsas, But we were greatly 
 surprised when, on returning from morning drill on 
 March 7th, we received orders to proceed on the mor- 
 row to the French Aviation Field at St. Andre de 
 Cubzac. Here we were to bivouac for the night, pro- 
 ceeding to Genicart the following day. Genicart was 
 the embarkation camp for the Bordeaux area. 
 
 Immediately following dinner, men from each billet 
 
 Preparing for a Review at St. Andre 
 
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 marched to their quarters and prepared themselves Foi 
 departure. The French, who had learned to know us 
 well, were greatly disappointed to hear that we were 
 leaving them. 
 
 By supper time all was in readiness tor departure. 
 The hoys set out after supper to bid an revoir to all 
 their friends. Amexes went in every direction that 
 night to see for the last time their newly made friends. 
 Even the chateau at Gauriauguet received two 639ers, 
 offering several of their choicest "old" wines with their 
 an revoir. Of course these were appreciated. Though 
 "taps" was blown at the usual hour, a great number 
 did not return for sleep until the "wee sma' " hours. 
 
 At 8:30, the morning of April 7th. the Squadron was 
 on the camions ready for the last view of Marsas. 
 L'institutrice, who had shown a keen interest in the 
 Amexes, had all the children assembled in the school- 
 yard to wave "adieu" until our camions rolled out of 
 sight. Some "fair ones" followed on bicycles as far as 
 the Route Nationale, 
 
 At eleven o'clock the squadron descended from the 
 camions at the French aviation field at St. Andre. But 
 little time was required to assign the men to tents. 
 Everybody then commenced to explore the camp and 
 locate as comfortably as possible for the night. The 
 tents recalled the days we had spent at Kelh Field, 
 though we were content to know that the repetition 
 was for one night only. We were to have been re- 
 viewed there by General Pershing, but the plans were 
 changed. 
 
 In the evening the boys took a jaunt into town to 
 "once over" the place, main' having previously not been 
 afforded the opportunity to visit the town. All re- 
 turned to camp "de bonne heure" to get a good night's 
 rest in anticipation of the hike on the morrow. The 
 cooks worked all night preparing sandwiches for the 
 hike. 
 
 The bunch awoke the morning of the 8th, ready for 
 the march though poorly rested after a night on the 
 bard boards minus a bed sack. Everybody assisted in 
 loading the baggage on the camions, a method that 
 expedited considerably that tedious job, usually meaning 
 hard work for only a few. 
 
 It was observed that several camions in excess of 
 those required for baggage transport had been as- 
 signed to the squadron. By the "rank" elimination 
 process, only the privates remained to make the hike 
 on foot, according to original orders. After all the 
 camions had departed the privates fell in, and, led by 
 Capt. Fritz, were off on what they thought was to be 
 a hike to Genicart. But twenty minutes were required 
 to proceed from the Aviation Field to the M. T. C. 
 park at St. Andre, where a halt was called. Capt. Fritz 
 interviewed the officer in charge and two additional 
 trucks were provided, to the great delight of the 
 "Mucks". After an hour and a half of travel through 
 beautiful surroundings, we arrived at Gamp Xo. 1, 
 
 Genicart. The awful hike having been avoided seemed 
 as if it bad merely been bad nightmare. 
 
 Shortly after our arrival at Genicart we were com- 
 fortably located in clean barracks. Each man, after 
 the wont of 639ers, preceded to familiarize himself 
 with his new environment. The new camp was agree- 
 able enough, but we were informed that we were to 
 leave the following day for Camp Xo. 2. 
 
 After a night of excellent rest, we marched over to 
 Camp Xo. 2 on March 10th. We immediately entered 
 the mill, and "mill" that ordeal certainly was. The 
 following day, when a number of our men were 
 assigned to the "delouser" for duty, we realized what a 
 farce we had participated in the day previous. Rookies 
 that we were on our arival, the delousing ordeal was 
 certainly a miserable process for most of us; though 
 when our men commenced to put through the new- 
 comers the next day the more ludicrous it all seemed 
 to Us. 
 
 The men were assigned to various occupations, all 
 affording considerable spare time. None were sup- 
 plied with those delicate instruments, the pick and 
 shovel, for which consideration we were truly grateful. 
 
 We were here under orders calling for permanent 
 duty, though not "permanent" as is ordinarily inferred. 
 The all important question was "when do we leave ?". 
 But we had no official information on that score so 
 were reconciled again to the watchful waiting policy. 
 
 "Dame Rumor" again cast an effective thralldom 
 about the squadron while our "bull" artists adhered 
 servilely to their principles. Some had us on the boat 
 a few days after our arrival at Camp Xo. 2; others set 
 our departure for a specified time in the near future. 
 The sagacious ones, however, prepared themselves as 
 usual for the development of the reality and paid no 
 heed to the bewildering rumors. 
 
 As it developed, we were at the Embarkation Camp 
 for about a month, performing our various duties. A 
 large number were assigned for work in the "mill" 
 and thus helped "decootieize" about 40,000 homeward 
 bound men. Others were in the headquarters as clerks, 
 guides, inspectors, etc. The time went rapidly. Geni- 
 cart was a camp of daily changes, an endless stream of 
 men entering to be deloused and leaving for the boat. 
 Bordeaux was only a few kilometers south and many 
 of us made several trips there and added to our store 
 of knowledge of French city life. Bordeaux proved a 
 wonderful city and we counted ourselves fortunate to 
 be given passes so frequently. 
 
 Back to the U. S. A. Again 
 
 The great day arrived with a bang on May 8. We 
 were relieved of our duties, again deloused, inspected, 
 given emergency rations and orders for home. Never 
 was there a busier lot of men and early on the 9th 
 everything was in readiness to move. That afternoon 
 we marched to the docks in a broiling sun. Our ship 
 was the S. S. Sierra, formerly of the Oceanic Steam- 
 
The U.S.s. Agamemnon iooKus over 
 
 f?ollincj+he iastpqck in France -(Gevicari) 
 
 The 5.5. Sierra brough+us back 
 
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 In one end and out thru the other 
 
 On the .Sierra 0a\m\| weather 
 
 NewWk Bny - Real Newspapers 
 
 New York Boy, May 21,1919 
 
 Stockwell. Norton, Burns 
 at Gorder) Citv 
 
639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
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 ship Co. This time we didn't mind the crowding 
 because we had plenty of light and deck freedom. The 
 journey lasted 13 days and was for the most part quite 
 delightful. 
 
 To make a long story short, we landed on May 21 
 at Hoboken, and, after running the gauntlet of a num- 
 ber of Red Cross, Y. M. C. A., K. C, and J. W. B. 
 representatives who showered us with candies, tobacco, 
 handkerchiefs, etc., were marched aboard the ferry 
 boat Newburgh and sailed across to Long Island City, 
 where we took a train to Camp Mills. 
 
 What a delight to ride in an American train again; 
 real American comfort, real American men and women 
 at the stations. We spent the night at Camp Mills. The 
 next morning we went through another delousing pro- 
 cess and then marched to Garden City and entered 
 good barracks once more. Telephones, telegraph, and 
 the mails were kept busy connecting us with our friends. 
 At Garden City our records were brought to their final 
 form, our pay was computed, and by June 6 all of 
 us had been discharged and were on our way home. 
 The officers were discharged a few weeks later. 
 
 Knutaon 
 
 OFFICERS AND RANKING NON-COMS 
 McAidle I'Murphy Holz Phoebus Glynn 
 
 Bolle 
 
 McGovei n 
 
 Varney 
 
 Weisblum 
 
 Lt. Snow 
 
 Capt. Fritz 
 
 Capt. Gain 
 
 Burns 
 
 Frazer 
 
 EMANUEL FRITZ, CAPTAIN 
 Commanding Officer 
 
 OMER O. GAIN, CAPTAIN 
 Medical Officer 
 
 WINTER N. SNOW, 1ST LIEUT. 
 Supply Officer 
 
 EBERHARDT J. BOLLER, MASTER ELECTRICIAN 
 
 (A.M.) 
 
 Chief of Hangars and Ships 
 
 IRVING B. WEISBLUM, SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 
 Squadron Sergeant Major 
 
 EDGAR G. VARNEY, SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 
 Post Supply Sergeant 
 
 EDWARD J. MURPHY, SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 
 (A.M.) 
 
 Truckmaster 
 
 LLOYD H. KNUTSON, SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 
 (A.M.) 
 
 In charge Machine Shop 
 
 EDWIN K. HOLZ. SERGEANT 1ST CLASS (A.M.) 
 
 Magneto Expert 
 
 PERCY H. PHOEBUS. SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 
 (A. M.) 
 
 Asst. in charge Hangars 
 
 WILLIAM R. FRASER, SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 
 (A. M.) 
 
 Asst. in charge Hangars 
 
 THOMAS L. TAYLOR. SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 
 (A.M.) 
 
 Asst. in charge Hangars 
 
 JAMES A. McGOVERN, SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 In charge Police and Maintenance Dept. 
 
 RAYMOND J. GLYNN, SERGEANT 1ST CLASS 
 Asst. Post Sergeant Major 
 
 CALEB L. YORK, SERGEANT 
 First Sergeant 
 
 JOHN B. BURNS. SERGEANT 
 Squadron Supply Sergeant 
 
 PETER F. McARDLE, SERGEANT 
 Mess Sergeant 
 
66 
 
 W 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 Captain Fritz. 
 
 Lieutenant Snow. 
 
 Captain Gain. 
 
 CAPTAIN EMANUEL FRITZ 
 
 Captain Fritz took command of the Squadron at 
 Kellj Field, Texas, on December 24, 1917, and remained 
 with it continuously until the Squadron was demo- 
 bilised, June 6, 1919. At the time of his appointment 
 lie was a First Lieutenant in the Field Artillery 
 Reserve Corps, being subsequently transferred to the 
 Air Service. 
 
 IK has untiringh devoted all his time and efforts 
 to the Squadron to make it a strong and efficient 
 organization. That lie was successful in this is attested 
 by the many compliments paid the Squadron from 
 time to time. It may he said of him that he knew 
 each of us individually and always looked out for our 
 will. ire, comfort, equipment, and pleasure. 
 
 Captain fritz hails from Baltimore, hut plans to 
 make his home in Berkeley, California, after his own 
 discharge, as a member of the Faculty of the Division 
 of Forestry, University of California. 
 
 FIRST LIEUTENANT WINTER X. SNOW 
 
 Lieut. Snow was assigned to the Squadron on 
 December 27, 1917, at Kelly Field. He was at that time 
 a Second Lieutenant of the Infantry Reserve Corps. He- 
 served with us until demobilization and thus served only 
 three days less than the "Skipper". He was our 
 Supply Officer after Lieut. Hansell left, and was also 
 Assistant Post Supply Officer at Chatillon. His' quiet, 
 genial and gentlemanly manner made him many friends. 
 Lieut. Snow's home is in Mars Hill, Maine. After 
 his discharge he plans to complete his law studies at 
 the University of Michigan. 
 
 CAPTAIN OMER O. GAIN, M. C. 
 
 • aptain Gain, although not assigned as a Squadron 
 Officer until March, 1919, was nevertheless looked upon 
 as one of us after his arrival in Chatillon in June, 1918. 
 As our Medical Officer he knew all our aches and pains 
 and troubles. He was a most conscientious officer and 
 was always on the lookout that sanitary conditions were 
 correct. He intends, after discharge, to return to his 
 family and practice in Dublin, Texas. 
 
 CAPTAIN JOHN M. HANSELL 
 
 Captain Hansell joined us at Kelly Field when a First 
 Lieut, of the Infantry. He remained with us until 
 June 24, 1918, when, at his own request, he was 
 returned to the Infantry. However, fate willed that he 
 drift into the Transportation Corps as a Regulating 
 ( Ifficer. When last heard from he was at Coblenz, Ger- 
 many. As Squadron Transportation Officer, he made 
 himself man) staunch friends. His home is in Tulsa, 
 < iklahoma. 
 
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 1ST LIEUT. LEO. G. McKINLEY 
 Lieut. McKinley joined us in March, 1918, at ( lurches, 
 and served until January, 1918. when he was made 
 Commanding Officer of the 89th Aero Squadron. As 
 Squadron and Post Censor, Lieut. McKinley knew all 
 our secrets and our hopes and desires. But he kept 
 them to himself. His censorship was rigid but exceed- 
 ingly fair. His home is in Keokuk, Iowa, where he 
 practises law. 
 
 1ST LIEUT. FRANK E. GILLETT 
 Lieutenant Gillett joined us at Kelly Field in December, 
 
 1917, and remained until June 24, 1918, when, looking 
 about for more action, he was returned to the Infantry 
 at his own request. At Ourches he was Post Adjutant. 
 He was able to sec some real action with the 30th Infan- 
 try during the last days of the war. His home is in 
 Alpine. Texas 
 
 2ND LILCT. EMMETT P. MULHOLLAXI) 
 Lieutenant Mulholland joined us at Ourches in March, 
 
 1918, and served there as Assistant Construction Officer. 
 Being originallj commissioned in the Infantry, he was 
 restless for real action, and therefore requested to he 
 returned to the Infantry. He left us June 24, 1918, and 
 in October, following, lie was severely wounded dur- 
 ing an engagement in the Argonne Forest. He was 
 still in the hospital in December, 1919, and reports that 
 he must undergo another operation. Our regards and 
 best wishes iHi a speedy and permanent recovery go 
 out to him. 
 
 2X1) LIEUT. WILLIAM I;. RUGGLES 
 Lieutenant Ruggles joined us at Kelly Field. He was 
 then in the Infantry Reserve Corps, and every day in 
 the Air Service made him more impatient to get back 
 to the Infantry and see some action. Consequently, 
 he left us in March, 1918, hut fate kept him at an 
 
 Infantry training post at the rear, and it was onlj 
 toward the end of the war that he was able to see any 
 action at the Front. 
 
 Other Officers 
 Among the early officers who were assigned only dur- 
 ing the period of organization, 1st Lieut. C. G. C. 
 Christie is the best known and served the longest — 
 Nov. 10 to Dec. 24, 1917. He succeeded Lieut. Charles 
 \\ Marshall, who was with us from Oct. 19 to Nov. 
 10. Both these officers were commissioned in the Signal 
 Reserve Corps, Aviation Section, and both were populai 
 with the men because of their interest and efforts on 
 behalf of the Squadron. 
 
 Capt. Robert E. Souther, M. C, accompanied us 
 overseas, but was detached upon our arrival at Brest. 
 He was our Medical Officer for about three weeks and 
 during that short time endeared himself to many of 
 us lor his ability and kindly interest in our welfare. 
 
 Other officers who remained with the Squadron but 
 a few days or weeks were : 
 
 Lieut Bagley, S. R. C, at Kelly Field until Oct. 19. 
 
 Lieut. Lewis, I. R. C, enroute Kelly Field to Garden 
 City. 
 
 Lieut. Little, I. R. C, 
 City. 
 
 Lieut. Ross, I. R. C, 
 City. 
 
 Lieut. Birkhead, I. 
 Garden City. 
 
 Lieut. Hall, I. R. C. 
 City. 
 
 Lieut. Dove, I. R. C 
 City. 
 
 Major McKee, M. C, Medical Officer, Ourches. 
 
 Captain Spaulding, A. S., Construction Officer, Cha- 
 tillon. 
 
 enroute Kelly Field to Garden 
 
 , enroute Kelly Field to Garden 
 
 R. C, enroute Kelly Field to 
 
 enroute Kelly Field to Garden 
 
 , enroute Kelly Field to Garden 
 
 McKinley Mnlholland Seifert Hansell Snow 
 
R.M.Burn.5 Stack hou^e Gaffes C.F. -Smith Glynn Dollvj 
 B^rne J. 6 Burns Shannon Wetsblum Termi niello 
 
 Czysy Phillips Madison C.R.Morton Reynolds 
 
 ftPaul W c rlrcile Sparks Bloom 
 
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 69 
 
 RUELL M. BURNS 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 October 19, 1917- Age, 19 years. 
 
 A typical Bostonian, stout and good natnred, pos- 
 sessed of a desire for music as well as for lieans. Sev- 
 eral times during his stay in France his piano playing 
 was enjoyed by officers and enlisted men. There was 
 something about this gentleman's personality, together 
 with his humorous sayings, that won him many friends 
 in France, including the fairer sex, who enjoyed his 
 Scotch songs and impersonations. His letters from 
 home were his greatest pleasure, while he regretted 
 that he could not purchase his favorite drink, "Bevo". 
 He was the Colonel's stenographer at Chatillon, and did 
 work of the same nature at St. Andre. 
 
 ASA MATLACK STACKHOUSE 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 December 8, 1917. Age, IS years. 
 
 A confirmed booster for the Empire State, known 
 familiarly to Squadron members as "Stack" or "Mat- 
 lack". Acquired distinction as understudy to "Honest 
 Joint" of Supply affairs when John turned bis efforts 
 to literary work. For a time served in the capacity of 
 mail orderly and survived the ordeal. Struggled hard 
 to familiarize himself with French, and strove bald to 
 utilize it, with variable success. Found notorietj as the 
 hero in the "Contact" novelette "The Amour of Asa". 
 Proud to have been a "Buck" in Uncle's aggregation, 
 because men of the calibre of Plato and Cato the 
 Younger were "Bucks." Anxious to return to Ham- 
 ilton to resume his collegiate studies and to see "Girlie" 
 again. 
 
 \\ ILLIAM F. GALTES 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort McDowell, California, 
 November 14, 1917. Age, 3) years. 
 
 "Peck's Bad Boy"; slim of stature; long on the eats. 
 Insisted that he worked as hard as be could with the 
 pick and shovel at Ourches, for which he received con- 
 tinual call-downs. Spoke French fluently, thereby find- 
 ing "homes" for himself and bis friends. Acted as 
 interpreter for the Squadron at St. Maixent, Ourches, 
 Chatillon and Marsas. Had ability to write. Served 
 as Associate Editor of "Contact" and of the Squadron 
 Book. Afraid of cold weather, mud and rain. Dislikes 
 publicity, but enjoyed the mail call. Worked in the 
 "Information Bureau" at Chatillon, where he gave eon 
 siderable time to the study of aeronautics. Had a great 
 liking for France and hopes to return some (lav. 
 
 CHARLES F. SMITH 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 16, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 All men make one great mistake some time during 
 their career, and this was true in the case of "Smuck" 
 who contracted rheumatic trouble a vear too soon. Had 
 
 be waited a year be might have been favored with a 
 discharge soon after the signing of the Armistice, but 
 we are pleased that he miscalculated for it gave us the 
 pleasure of his company. He was often referred to at 
 Ourches as the "pen-pusher" with the pick and shovel, 
 hut Charles left his mark upon old Mother Earth while 
 there. His last days in France were marked by a re- 
 turn to his old line, a position being given him in the 
 office at Headquarters Detachment. 
 
 RAYMOND .1. GLYNN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 3, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 "Beau Brummel" is what we'd have called him if he 
 hadn't come to us with the curtailed monuicker "Ray". 
 Early received sergeant's chevrons through his clerical 
 ability, and continued the good work at headquarters 
 wherever we were stationed. A strong supporter of 
 the "Klerks' Klub" and always in company with some 
 of them. Ray developed a weakness for the mademoi- 
 selles of La Belle France but failed to give them the 
 encouragement many of them would have liked. Nev- 
 ertheless, a capable one-hand French parleyer. Claimed 
 that demobilization could not come too soon, for many 
 reasons. 
 
 JOHN A. DOLLY 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber 22, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 An old railroad man, whose work in the Arm} 
 entitled him to the rank of "High Pvt." John, with a 
 smile that was all bis own. managed to keep warm at 
 the orderly room fire. His ability to consistently duck 
 the labor crew at Ourches, and for a long while at 
 Chatillon, was due to his ability and bis power to per- 
 form with the pen. The official poster of the Guard 
 and K. P. detail. At one time acting sergeant major. 
 Served on "Contact" editorial staff. Possesses literary 
 promise. 
 
 PAUL J. BYRNE 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 16, 1917. Age, 26 years. 
 
 Another gentleman from New York, hut lacking in 
 the "tboity-tboid" street dialect. From the time the 
 Squadron was organized, until its demobilization, it was 
 Paul's pleasure to entertain. At Lucy's in (lurches, at 
 Chatillon and the "ball", in Marsas, his voice was 
 heard. He also sang his way into the hearts of the 
 "Maids de Lyon" when on leave. He bad the degree 
 of P. M. (powder monkey) at Ourches, where a safety 
 tunnel was constructed. During our last days at Cha- 
 tillon, he, with Ranahau, composed several parodies 
 that were sung many times previous to our departure 
 from that town. 
 
 JOHN P. BURNS 
 John appears in two pictures. His write-up is on 
 another page. 
 
70 fe 639TH AER 
 
 WILLIAM J. SHANNON 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 
 3, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 A native of Chicago and the proud possessor of many 
 sisters and brothers. Bill's correspondence was limited 
 to the family — too young t<> be allowed to roam. Quiet. 
 uls ''. and very observing. Knew the ins and outs of 
 all of us. Hill, early in the game took to clerical work, 
 thereby ducking the pick and shovel detail. Dodged 
 with extreme cleverness all K. P., guard, and similar 
 detail. Never let go of his temper. A keen Eollower 
 of all sports. \\ .is the recipient of many letters, pack- 
 ages and newspapers. In civil life was a hank clerk 
 and hoped he might he able to assume his former 
 responsible position. Gives promise of a great busi 
 ness career. 
 
 IRVING li. W'EISBLUM 
 
 Entered the Arm; at Fort Slocum, New York. 
 August IS, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 During our first days at Kelly Field, this young 
 Brooklynite was seen wearing a suit of "ci\ics" in the 
 chow line. The trousers had a large hole in the seat, 
 and a cap ol bright green adorned his head. In Frame 
 he spent a few of his holidays in Dijon and met a 
 friend in the Marine Corps. As a member id" tin 
 advance billeting detail to Marsas his first day was 
 spent working hard shoveling coal. He was contented 
 with ottice work and had little use for airplanes. He 
 took pleasure in letter writing and was one of the most 
 consistent in that respect in the Squadron. Took ami 
 successfully passed the examinations for the grade of 
 M. E. Held down with considerable ability and tact 
 the difficult job of sergeant major. Because of his 
 interest and conscientiousness, had every man's record 
 complete, correct, and up to date. Because of seniority, 
 was also called the acting first sergeant, though he 
 did not exercise all of the duties. 
 
 NICHOLAS TERMINIELLl I 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 21, 1417. Age. 21 years. 
 
 Lame from "Noo Yawk," as he called it, and in his 
 youth he passed his leisure time m the vicinity of 
 Columbus "Coicle." Was made a Corporal early in 
 the game, and held down that rankness with consid- 
 erable credit Mis experiences ranged from pick and 
 shovel details to squadron cartoonist through the 
 various stages ol grease hound, mechanic and clerk. 
 Despite bis earlier work, his band retained all its 
 civilian nimbleness, as the cartoons in this hook, all 
 but a tew ol which are his, will show. Some day we 
 expect to see him appear on the funny pages of our 
 Sunday papers. He was elected cartoonist for Contact 
 and for the Squadron Book by unanimous vote. A 
 good, sociable fellow, full of pleasantries, and the 
 owner of a good sense of humor, with the added 
 ability to express it in cartoons. "Home, my girl 
 
 O SQUADRON 
 
 Marie, and Columbus 'Coicle' for me 'toot sweet'," 
 says Nick. 
 
 ALEXANDER CZYSY 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Dcvens, Massachusetts, 
 October 3, 1917. Age, 25 years. 
 
 This soldier did his bit in the Army. Pick and shovel 
 at Ourches gave Alex his first dose of real work. After 
 that it was permanent K. P. "Fine eats, all you want 
 'em" was bis favorite greeting to the hoys as they 
 approached him for coffee. Played poker so that he 
 might be a good citizen — also to learn to speak English 
 fluently. Always quiet, never offended, no matter how 
 much we joked with him. Enjoyed singing his own 
 melodies, something he brought with him from the 
 "( Hd Country." At Marsas, when off id' kitchen police, 
 be drilled and took pleasure during spare moments in 
 playing Russian Billiards. 
 
 JOE A. PHILLIPS 
 
 Entered tin Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 13. 1917. Aye, 18 years. 
 
 "Ole Kaintuck" was the monnicker Joe usually car- 
 ried around, and if you can accept his assurance, the 
 "Blue Grass" State is the only real God's country on 
 the west side of the pond. So clever in the culinary art 
 that he was awarded cook's chevrons. A true friend 
 of all hungry or voracious members of Pershing's 
 "Fighting Force." Lost considerable weight, due to 
 worry, when informed of the havoc wrought by the 
 "prohibs" in bis natal state, and promised to- re-enlist 
 tor foreign service unless the folks at home used better 
 judgment and reconsidered their rashness. An author- 
 ity on real "moonshine" and wanted only to return 
 "toute de suite" to where be could loaf or work. 
 
 ALFRED S. MADISON 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber 19, 1917. Age, IS years. 
 
 "Dolly" was the name bestowed upon this Iowan, 
 who spent practically all his time while in the Aran 
 in the kitchen, where he learned to "hall 'em out" 
 under the supervision of the many mess sergeants. A 
 large juvenile with rosy cheeks, who concealed the fact 
 from everyone that he was a pianist but played his way 
 into the heart of a mademoiselle at Marsas. "Dolly" 
 enjoyed his one-day-on-aud-one-day-off job. He wanted 
 to fly, but flew nothing but Army chow while with us. 
 It didn't take much to make "Dolly" blush. Intends to 
 re-enlist and learn Hying. 
 
 CLYDE R. MORTON 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 11, 1917. Age, 19 wars. 
 
 "Major" was a Southern gentleman from somewhere 
 in the Carolinas. Always used on the tough details. 
 Anything such as carrying water made him tired. De- 
 lighted in using his strength to make short cuts, thereby 
 earning a rest. Hated all the morning calls because 
 back home-lie never had to get up in the morning. Con- 
 sented to serve in the kitchen in order that we might 
 
639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 71 
 
 receive real seasoned food. Clyde extended the boys an 
 invitation to visit his home "where yon can rest, eat, 
 and do what von waul, without having to come to 
 attention." 
 
 WILLIAM F. REYNOLDS 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 14, 1917. Age, 25 years. 
 
 It there was anyone at any time who had a desire 
 to put on the "gloves" he would find "Red" always 
 waiting. Had we ever been in a position where vv e 
 would have been obliged to engage in a "hand to hand" 
 combat with the Boche, Michigan no doubt would see 
 "Red" parading with many medals. His work at Kelly 
 Field, Garden City, and Ourches, found him in the 
 cooking establishment, where he made a specialty of 
 cooking flap-jacks. He worked in various departments 
 at Chatillon, and on one occasion prepared a dainty 
 chicken dinner for Captain Fritz, which the Captain 
 never received. 
 
 FRANK PAUL 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, September 
 -'1. I'M/. Age, .'(I years. 
 
 "Cook" to us all, and ever ready to give all that the 
 Quartermaster would allow the kitchen. Spent many 
 weary hours learning recipes so that lie could turn out 
 cakes, cookies, biscuits, and well cooked meals. Be- 
 cause he served us much "corn willie" is nothing that 
 we hold against him. Most of the K. P.'s disliked 
 Frank because of his exactness. The Squadron as a 
 whole was much indebted to him, both for his efforts 
 and results. Frank was finally able to go to Italy on 
 pass, a trip he had been trying for, for many long 
 months. 
 
 PETER F. McARDLE 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 October 16, 1917. Age, 28 years. 
 
 This gentleman was transferred into the Squadron 
 shortly before our departure from New York, his home 
 town. He had the misfortune of crushing his foot 
 while at Ourches ami spent a short time in the hospital at 
 Toul, where he made the acquaintance of a few Amer- 
 ican nurses, which brought a little pleasure to his then 
 miserable life. Was crew chief at Chatillon, and later 
 mess sergeant. One of the top-notchers for letter 
 writing, and gave enjoyment to many telling stories and 
 singing comical songs. Was one of the neatest soldiers 
 in the Squadron and posed occasionally for the camera 
 man. 
 
 BOYD SPARKS 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 1(>, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 A native of Kentucky and a nephew of "Dad" 
 Crance. At various intervals he worked in the kitchen, 
 where he rightfully belonged. Chatillon found him on 
 the field working with the best of them. The boy was 
 a "hum-dinger" for work and had an agreeable dispo- 
 sition which lie wielded wheresoever he went. 
 
 FRED R. BLoo.W 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 21, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 One of the old-timers. Said to know the Army game 
 through and through. Pleased at the thought of being 
 able to sport two service chevrons — somewhere in 
 Conn. Fitted solid with the mess sergeant. Claimed 
 that the Aviation branch of the Arm}' had too many 
 high fliers for him ; preferred the Navy for that reason. 
 At Chatillon, he held forth upon the living field, 
 attending diligently to the wants of his "Sop." 
 
 EDWARD T. JULSON 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, Septem- 
 ber 21, 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 "A task connot lie well accomplished unless it is 
 given considerable thought," and Edward was a firm 
 believer in this motto. No matter what he did he 
 always first thought very much over it. Poker was a 
 game that he liked real well, and more than one game 
 was delayed and not completed on scheduled time 
 because of the fact that Jtilson was playing. When 
 Heiurich, Learning, and Edward, were on leave, Edward 
 was the last of the trio to drink to the health of the 
 1 hitchess and shake the hand of Secretary of \\ ar, 
 Baker. Me was never known to throw francs away. 
 
 JOHN L. ALLEN 
 
 Entered the Army at Canandaigua, New York, March. 
 0, 1918. Age, 24 years. 
 
 A salesman, both by nature and by occupation. His 
 line was an old one, but John never lost his smile or 
 his nerve. Held the rank of chauffeur, through ability. 
 Spoke French "influentially" and got away with it. 
 Had more mademoiselles on the string than any stock 
 company. Palled around with Dowdell, another motor 
 gas youth, a town and camp favorite. Always looked 
 for long trips or hearse driver's job, which gave him a 
 chance to mar the photographer's view. Made good in 
 the Squadron as an entertainer, giving frequent im- 
 personations of the "hicks" back home. 
 
 JAMES W'HOOLEY 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 
 2, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 A chauffeur of the first quality, having held down a 
 truck seat ever since the Squadron started active duty 
 at Ourches. He had many interesting stories to tell 
 about his many trips to the surrounding cities and 
 (.mills. He was one of our first to visit Paris, going 
 with his truck and spending a couple of days there. 
 While at that city he used one of the main thorough- 
 fares for a garage. His truck was always in commis- 
 sion, proving that he was a good mechanic. 
 
 MICHAEL J. DOWDELL 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 November 24, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 One of the original "gas hounds" of the Squadron, 
 a regular fellow and an excellent chauffeur. Known 
 
Julson Allen J.L. Wbooley Doiodell Murphy Coale Jones S-D. 
 
 Stephens Hogan Thomas Norton Rxine 
 
 LeBlanc ffanahan Hull -Shove Williams Sherbv/ 
 Miller ' Roberts Raitan Tyrrell 
 
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 to his friends as "Mike" or "Joe". Made sure that his 
 hardest job would be an easy one. Quit driving the 
 touring car because the officers insisted on making long 
 trips. Preferred the truck for lie was then sure of 
 his meals. Never had to spend "jack", and there was 
 always someone around to put him to bed. With his 
 happy smile and ready supply of smokes, Joe was a true- 
 friend of the "Gimmeites". 
 
 EDWARD J. MURPHY 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 16, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 "Ed" was one of the oldest and most capable non- 
 commissioned officers in the Squadron. At Ourches 
 he was placed in charge of the Transportation and 
 held the same position at Chatillon. Known to be one 
 of those "non-coms" who was always looking out for 
 the true interest of the Transportation and its men. 
 Always in for a good time that did not interfere with 
 business. His trip to Germany was a purely business 
 trip. Sure it was. Made the Transportation Depart- 
 ment of the Squadron a strong and efficient depart- 
 ment. "Ed" was in the King's Army and was wounded 
 at Arras. Later he forsook the King, moved to 
 America and a few days later enlisted in the American 
 Army. A hard worker and a good manager. 
 
 JOHN H. CO ALE 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 14, 1917. Age, 18 years. 
 
 What would his neighbors in Baltimore think if they 
 saw John Harvey traveling around the wilds of France 
 with the assistance of crutches. It was not because of 
 advanced age, but because he had the bad luck to sprain 
 his ankle twice. His experiences in France were of a 
 varied nature and he turned out satisfactory work at 
 each place. He had a narrow escape at Ourches, 
 where he was a tractor expert, when Lieutenant Thaw 
 passing over in a plane knocked the steering gear off 
 the tractor Harvey was driving, necessitating Harvey's 
 sudden departure under the hood. Good natured and 
 fond of children. Was a member of the firm of "Holz 
 & Coale" in the photographic business at Chatillon. 
 Once a student of Captain Fritz' in Baltimore. Had 
 the pleasure of meeting his brother while at Chatillon. 
 
 SYLVESTER ~\ JONES 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp . leade, Maryland, Sep- 
 tember 20, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 The silent man of the Transportation. A good 
 worker, real mixer. Agreeable and friendly. A Squad- 
 ron booster. Believed that everyone had a lot of good 
 in him. Supported the "Gimmeites" and enjoyed leave 
 parties. Availed himself of School Transportation to 
 visit as much of France as was allowable. Held the 
 good will of everyone and was often asked to spell the 
 name of the town he hailed from. A tireman by trade 
 and did vulcanizing at Chatillon. A real fellow. 
 
 WILLIAM J. STEPHENS 
 Entered the Army at Fort Severen, Georgia, 
 November 10, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 "\\ hiskers" was the first motorcycle driver in the 
 outfit. With Ourches as his supply station, he "took 
 in" the surrounding country. As a driver he was a 
 "whale". While at Chatillon he stole trips to Germany, 
 Troves, Dijon, and other towns. Was a born mechanic, 
 hence he never worried about motor troubles. Passed 
 his cycle and side car for a Packard truck for the 
 reason that life at the 2nd Corps Aeronautical School 
 was too soft to drift far away from. Along with 
 Murphy and Dowdell he led the life of "Reilly" at 
 Transportation Headquarters 
 
 WILLIAM J. HOGAN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 4, 1917. Age, 24 years. 
 
 "Chauffeur Bill" or "Hash" was with us from the 
 start. Next to the Quartermaster "Hash" had served 
 out more corned willie than any other mess sergeant in 
 France. While at Kelly Field Bill sure fed us in won- 
 derful style, but when we hit France the Q. M. hit Bill 
 and he in turn nearly killed us. His favorite pastime 
 was "bawling 'em out." "Treat 'em rough," said Bill, 
 "and you have it all your own way." As a worker 
 and good fellow there were few who had anything 
 on him. At Kelly Field, Bill wrote to his home news- 
 paper, also to one at Albany and one at New York 
 City. "Over There" his acquaintances were numerous, 
 though Bill favored the cafe waitresses. On numerous 
 occasions he gave exhibition clog dances. While a 
 member of the Transportation he toured France. "This 
 experience is worth a lot to me," said Bill, "when I get 
 home I'll call the bluff out of any of them who start 
 shooting the bull." At Marsas, where there were no 
 trucks to drive, Bill returned voluntarily to the kitchen, 
 much to the delight of the mess sergeant and the 
 Squadron and the C. O. 
 
 FREDERICK C. THOMAS 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 19, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 Another so-called "haster" in our ranks, or at least 
 "Red" Stehr called him that. Probably no member of 
 the Squadron saw more of France, or at least under 
 such pleasing conditions (a softly cushioned seat of a 
 Cadillac) than did Fred. Early in his career as chauf- 
 feur he guided a truck through miles of mud, but 
 later the touring car fell to his lot. His common ex- 
 cuse for being absent at reville was that he had a late- 
 trip the night before. He was one of the "Gold Dust 
 Twins", Ted Smith being the other. Regarding his 
 experiences at Ourches he never tired relating stories 
 regarding the numerous wild times he spent in search 
 of "coo-coos". 
 
 THOMAS F. NORTON 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 18, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
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 A "bean-eater" In birth, but a "non-chauffing chauf- 
 feur" in Uncle Sam's fighting machine. A clever expo 
 iicnt of the staid tendencies of the city from which he 
 hailed. Gained distinction at Ourches and extinction at 
 Chatillon, later "coming back" stronger than previously 
 through his able management of the Transportation 
 i ifiice, a job requiring beaucoup tact, necessitating so 
 many pleasant refusals of officers' requests for unneces- 
 sary transportation. "Tom" divined quite speedily 
 whether 'twas business or "joy ride" that actuated a 
 request. Made (he P. and M. detail famous and a 
 pleasure, taking on weight himself through the medium 
 of the officers' mess, unknown to them. A real sup- 
 porter of the principles of Epicurus and a well liked 
 all-around good fellow in spite of his work as editor 
 in chief of the Squadron Book, to which office lie was 
 selected at the Squadron Smoker. He wanted to re- 
 turn to "civics" as soon as possible to enter politics and 
 enjoy freedom once more. 
 
 PAUL D. PAINE 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 4. 
 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 A proud product of Chicago who had hut one am- 
 bition, and that was to get home. Paul was in charge of 
 various details, later being assigned to the Transporta- 
 tion. It was a pleasure for him to he the Colonel's 
 chauffeur. This afforded Paul the opportunity to visit 
 man} interesting places in France. Oftentimes he pre- 
 sided at the piano. On the first night when the little 
 French piano arrived at the "Y" tent in Ourches he was 
 especially busy with the ivories. 
 
 CAMILLE J. LeBLANC 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York. 
 November 25, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 With twenty-nine others, he was transferred into the 
 Squadron at Chatillon, and he brought with him a 
 fluent flow of the French language. He was with us 
 only a short time when given a berth in the Transpor- 
 tation Department, where he had no trouble in making 
 good. His services as an interpreter were appreciated, 
 as he was responsible for the arrangement of many 
 
 :< 1 times. He played cards occasionally and was 
 
 successful at a game of "Hearts" which he played at a 
 lair maiden's home in Marsas. 
 
 JOHN F. RANAHAN. JR. 
 
 laitered the Ainu at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 November 25, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 John E, Jr., hailed from Islip, New Y'ork, and to 
 his town we owe main' thanks for sending such a man 
 to France. He was a prominent figure at each enter- 
 tainment and song fest the Squadron had. Worked 
 with others on the pick and shovel detail at Ourches, 
 and later in the Transportation at Amanty and Chatillon. 
 He, with Paul Byrne, composed several parodies that 
 were enjoyed, especially in the parade which was 
 held the evening before we left Chatillon. Lemonade 
 
 and milk, we are glad to state, were strong enough for 
 "Kannie" during his time with the A. E. F. 
 
 CECIL K. HULL 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Lawton, Washington, 
 May Id, 1917. Age. 22 years. 
 
 "Hones" was a chauffeur for the simple reason that 
 it gave him a seat at all times. Carried his tools in 
 his moleskin coat so as to have them handy at any 
 minute. Drove a touring car that was held together 
 with rope and soap. Always on the lookout for late 
 parties. Hid very little hard work while at Ourches. 
 Hit the trail and stuck to the water path, with a 
 bucket. At times a frequent exhibitor of gymnastii s 
 
 usually around ten p. m. The oldest soldier in point 
 oi service in present enlistment, having "joined up" 
 April 2, 1917. Intends to re-enlist. 
 
 HARRY S. SHOVE 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York. 
 December 14. 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 Harry joined us at Chatillon and was put to work 
 on the field where his ability on motors allowed him to 
 transfer into the Transportation. This department 
 placed him on the motorcycle, where be was at his 
 best. While there be had opportunities to pay his 
 respects to various cities and towns, also to acquaint 
 lumsell with the camp celebrities. Always anxious to 
 receive mail in order that he might know how he stood 
 with those back home. Retired early, so as to read 
 new.spapers and magazines and avoid mischief. Had 
 quite a collection ot sweet snapshots, of which he was 
 \ ery proud. 
 
 THOMAS M. W ILLIAMS 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 
 2, 1917. Age, 26 years. 
 
 Upon entering the \rim this man would roll one 
 way as well as another, but constant exercise and Army 
 rations .soon removed some of bis extra weight and he 
 ».i- able to make a respectable appearance. Speaking 
 about automobiles, this man could give positive dates 
 about almost every make. It has been his pleasure in 
 the past to ride upon the front seat with the best of 
 them. Motors were not new to him when he arrived 
 for duty upon the field, and in "Chi" he will undoubt- 
 edly tell them as much about airplanes as he told some 
 of us about autos. One fault "Uncle Tom" had was 
 his inability to keep silence in the ranks, his greatest 
 pleasure being that oi talking. 
 
 FRANCIS J. SHERBY 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, Xew York, 
 August 17, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 This product of the "Bay State" at one time bad 
 the distinction of being the most popular man in the 
 outfit, as be was mail orderly and that person was 
 always popular. But he soon graduated and during 
 most of his stay in France held an exalted place upon 
 the front seat of a truck, behind the wheel, from which 
 position be was able to obtain a pretty lair view of a 
 
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 considerable amount of France. While holding this 
 high position lie won his stripes, of which he was very 
 proud. When Sherby had "Doc" Gain out on a trip 
 
 lie always knew thai he was supposed to "step on her." 
 
 JOHN P. MILLER 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, Xew York, 
 August 16, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 "Scotti" was as chic as the)' make 'em. It would 
 break his heart if his neatness were overlooked. Was 
 a cook at Kelly Field before the name of "can-openers" 
 was given that delegation. When at ( lurches he swuue 
 his pick with the best of them, going to work with a 
 crease in his overalls that cut the grass. Chatillon 
 found him on the plane, and later on the Transportation 
 roster. Found enjoyment in preparing for inspections 
 and learning French. Took it very much to heart 
 when bis name was not called at mail call. Was for- 
 ever boosting Brooklyn and Xew York. 
 
 WILLIAM B. ROBERTS 
 Entered the Army at Camp Upton, New York, Sep 
 tember 29, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 Most of us are satisfied now that this war is over, 
 and much has been said about the possibilities of our 
 being present in case of another war, but "Pepper" is 
 of another frame of mind. He wants just one more 
 war, and that with the Chinese. He has a particular 
 liking for this race of people, so he told us one eve- 
 ning in France. This citizen from Greenpoint also had 
 another friend, a fireman by trade, of whom he often 
 spoke. But putting aside his enemies and the troubles 
 they caused him, he had a few pleasures, the greatest 
 being the day he joined the Transportation. 
 
 THOMAS E. RATTAN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Leavenworth, Kansas, 
 August 30, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 When the name of this gentleman was mentioned we 
 naturally thought of the large cotton fields of Texas, 
 where Tom resided as an agriculturist. Tom played 
 cards occasionally for pastime — and francs. Liked to 
 talk id" his work on airplanes in England, British disci- 
 pline, and the difference in the mess that was placed 
 in his mess kit at Chatillon. Upon the field his favorite 
 ship was No. 27, and one day it became necessary for 
 him to use a lasso to pull the ship down. He worked 
 as a chauffeur and assisted in the kitchen at Marsas, 
 where lie did his work willingly and well. 
 
 PARK H. TYRRELL 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort McDowell, California, 
 November 6, 1917. Age, IS years: 
 
 "Tid" was one of our live wires, always taking part 
 in anything that required pep. Shortly after our arri- 
 val at St. Maixent the dampness and "Tid" did not 
 agree, so he spent most of bis time while there in tin- 
 hospital, much to the advantage of those members of 
 the Squadron who were occupying beds in the same 
 hospital and were billed for "light diet". At Ourches 
 
 he ate with the officers and can tell the folks back 
 home how hot apple pics were relished on the Western 
 Front. Shakespeare was his favorite. At Marsas, and 
 later at Genicart, he served in the capacit) of Squadron 
 presser. 
 
 IRA C. WAKEFIELD 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York. 
 August (), 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 Ira first came into prominence when as one of "Ho- 
 gan's hash hounds" he boiled radishes. As an assistant 
 in the Supply he gained many friends by his genial and 
 altruistic ways. At Ourches, Ira swung a pick as hard 
 and as long as an) of them, and was a star at baseball. 
 At Chatillon, the Radio heard of how hack home in 
 Maine, Ira had been a telegraph operator, so claimed 
 his services. Ducking Liberties and Sops got on Ira's 
 nerve to such an extent that he was forced to take a 
 leave. Conscientious, a hard worker, and quiet (except 
 when someone made a disparaging remark about the 
 Maine Central). 
 
 EDGAR G. YARNEY 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, Xew York, 
 August 16, 1917. Age, 24 years. 
 
 The only man in the outfit from New Hampshire 
 Was made famous by his winning smile and clever 
 dances and songs. His characteristic position was run- 
 ning up to an incoming outfit to see if there were any 
 New Hampshire men in the company. "Ed" was a third 
 lieutenant, missing out out on his commission because 
 the war finished too soon. Made a successful clothing 
 merchant in the Squadron. His greatest ambition was 
 to work on Van Every \ farm after the war. Traveled 
 extensively while in France. 
 
 AARON COPELAND 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Meade, Maryland, Sep- 
 tember 29, 1917. Age, 27 years. 
 
 Aaron is not a professor of languages, but he cer- 
 tainly should have been with his mastery of German, 
 brench, Yiddish, Arabic and English. He claims Swit- 
 zerland as his former residence and had the title of 
 "Admiral of the Swiss Navy" conferred upon him while 
 in the A. E. F. He was a busy gentleman upon our 
 arrival at Brest, and later at St. Maixent, parleying 
 with the French people. At the latter place, he acted 
 as interpreter for the laundry man. Enjoyed himself 
 always, but especially during the Jewish holidays. Not 
 only did he prove himself a utility man, with reference 
 to his linguistic abilities, but also showed that he could 
 adapt himself to many kinds of work connected with 
 the Squadron, such as helping John Burns in the Supply, 
 as serving as officer's orderly, doctor's assistant, etc. 
 
 RICHARD F. BEE 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, Octo- 
 ber 19, 1917. Age, 28 years. 
 
 "He was as busy as a bee" could well as applied to 
 this individual. After meeting the convoy escorts on 
 the way to France, it was a pleasure for Dick, and 
 
Wakefield Vorne\) Copelcmd 
 Zesinger Knowles Sennolf J.RBurns 
 
 Weeks Johnson We-stby Quirw JWPaul 
 Holz Cudworth Knut-son Widcjer 
 
W 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
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 other Eormer telegraphers, to try to read the messages 
 
 that were sent from the wireless stations. This product 
 of Medford, Massachusetts, also kept the women at 
 Ourches busy cooking dainty meals for him, as he had 
 been blessed with a "bon appetit." On Sundays, he 
 occupied his time parleying with the mademoiselles of 
 Vaucouleurs. Most of his time in the Army was spent 
 in the Supply game, where he demonstrated his ability 
 as a clerk. An ambitious young man, and a hustler. 
 
 WILLIAM R. ZESINGER 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 7, 1917. Age, 20 years. 
 
 Bill hails from South Bend, Indiana, and hit our 
 squadron at Kelly Field in December, 1917, arriving 
 from the lines at Kelly Field after doing his share of 
 guard duty amidst the sandstorms. He fell in love 
 with the "Top" when placed on duty at Garden ( ity, 
 Xew York, after answering sick call that morning. He 
 spent a short time in the hospital at St. Maixent, but 
 later enjoyed hot apple pies on the Western Front. At 
 Ourches he received passes to Toul, Nancy, and other 
 places of interest. At Chatillon, bis ambitious turned 
 towards aerial gunnery, and bis services as aerial gun- 
 nery instructor brought him deserved promotion. 
 
 ERNEST A. KNOWLES 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 6, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 Although his home is in New England, he is not the 
 gentleman who entered the Maine woods some time 
 ago with nothing on but his birthday suit. At Ourches, 
 he was ill for some time, but after leaving that station 
 he enjoyed his stay in France, and on occasions he sur- 
 prised the multitude with his Biblical readings. He did 
 good work in the Supply department at Chatillon, even 
 though he never answered the telephone calls, and 
 showed those in charge that he had had previous ex- 
 perience at that work. Another man with good ambi- 
 tion and energy. 
 
 HENRY P. SENNOTT 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 18, 1917. Age, 20 years. 
 
 This non-chauffing chauffeur hailed from somewhere 
 on the Atlantic Coast. He was a type of "good soldier," 
 due to the fact that he got his early training at Fort 
 Slocum where he learned that it was advisable to keep 
 his own counsel. He took delight in relating the his- 
 tory of the 26th Division. His work in the Squadron 
 was pick and shovel, supply work, and as gunnery ex- 
 pert in the Armory. It was his good fortune to be 
 sent to the Aerial Gunnery School at Tours. This was" 
 a vacation that pleased him. He favored the French 
 families with his real American smile and gold tooth. 
 At Ourches, he won a medal and almost the heart of a 
 fair maid who sold cigars to him daily. 
 
 JOHN B. BURNS 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 17, 1917. Age, 27 years. 
 
 "Honest John" was the cognomen wished on the 
 above subject, and no one ever assailed its appropriate- 
 ness. A red genius, inasmuch as he acquitted himself 
 of the duties of supply sergeant to the equal satisfac- 
 tion of the C. O. and the men, a seeming impossibility. 
 Had no enemies, although he argued with every man 
 in the outfit. Was responsible for the first literary 
 activity- in the Squadron, when he published the "Daily 
 Squeak" at Ourches, serving later on the editorial 
 staffs of "Contact" and the Squadron Book. He got 
 the best the Quartermaster had in the clothing line, and 
 always knew when the Q. M. received a shipment. 
 Passed a successful examination for grade of sergeant 
 first class, but the vacancies expected with a change of 
 organization did not materialize. 
 
 LEON I. WEEKS 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber 20, 1917. Age, 21 years 
 
 This gentleman was with the Squadron when we 
 left Kelly Field and was later known in the A. E. F. 
 as the "Iron Burner," due to the fact that he was a 
 blacksmith and possessed an iron grip. He had the 
 misfortune of losing some of his equipment while 
 celebrating in one of the cars on our way to the Front. 
 He was fond of boxing and clever at the game. On 
 one occasion he mistook the waterbag for a man he 
 was after and sparred with the innocent lyster bag 
 for several moments before he realized his mistake. 
 
 OSCAR G JOHNSON 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October S, 
 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 Oscar ranked next to "Abe" Boiler when it came to 
 receiving mail, but the out-going bags did net contain 
 as many of Oscar's epistles as it did those from "Abe." 
 The only cause we can think of is the fact that Oscar 
 is a "benedict". He showed his ability as a machinist 
 at Chatillon and was a champion at the game of bil- 
 liards at Marsas where he met and defeated the best 
 of them. Yery quiet and seldom committed himself, 
 but occasionally said, "I wish I were home." 
 
 LLOYD V. W'ESTBY. 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber IS, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 This gentleman was among the large number that 
 were transferred into the Squadron at Kelly Field in 
 December, 1917, shortly before we entrained for Gar- 
 den City. He was one of the first men to do transpor- 
 tation work at Ourches, driving a truck at first and 
 later working in the shop. At Chatillon he worked in 
 the machine shop and through hard work increased his 
 rating and pay. After this took place he let us know- 
 that he was prosperous and smoked nothing but cigars 
 
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 W 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 when they were obtainable. At Genicart he was one 
 of the sergeants in charge of the "cootie mill." 
 
 NICHOLAS S. QUINN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 Vugust 16, 1917. Age, 26 years. 
 
 This gentleman had the distinction of having more 
 friends than any other member of the Squadron. 
 Through hi-* knowledge of guns and mechanical ability 
 he was offered a position as an inspector of arms, with 
 a good salary and "stay-at-home" job, hut turned it 
 down in order to go to France as a soldier. Hi- was 
 anxious to fly, even after having been in an airplane 
 accident, which, fortunately, resulted in no one being 
 injured. Especially quiet, but can tell his friends of a 
 few good times he had while in the service. During 
 his spare tune he did barbering and raked in some 
 extra francs. 
 
 h MIX \\. PAUL 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York. 
 August 17, 1917 Age, 25 years. 
 
 "Kill' had his trials and troubles and quit the Army 
 a wiser boy. He was always willing and ready to get 
 the other fellow's point of view. Mill labored with 
 the best (if them at Ourches. At Chatillon he hit the 
 hall hard, making good in the machine shop. This cer- 
 tainly was his "regular line" and he seemed the most 
 pleased man in the outfit, even though he did remark at 
 times that he wished he was hack in the Artillery. He 
 was a movie fan, consistent letter writer, and was fond 
 mi drilling men. 
 
 EDWIN K. HOLZ 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, Septem- 
 ber 8, 1917. Age, 26 years. 
 
 This man knew motors pretty well and aided in the 
 transportation at Ourches by his consistent supervision. 
 Assisted in and later took charge of the magneto 
 room at Chatillon. He played the picture game for 
 all it was worth and during his spare moments was 
 seen studying. Owner of numerous souvenirs, among 
 which are many notes receivable. However, Ed is on 
 the long end of the sheet. A man of strong moral 
 character. Select as to friends and in the manner he 
 spent, or held on to his money. 
 
 GEORGE T. CUDWORTH 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November IS, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 This product of Assounet. Massachusetts, though 
 young in years, tried to appeal ami have the wisdom of 
 a man. At cards he would call, provided he had four 
 of a kind. As for Iron Crosses, it was not uncom- 
 mon for him to lay down fifty francs for a single speci- 
 men. And as for trips to Paris, he helped himself. 
 "Rouge" can tell exactly what the French itch is like, 
 as he had a little experience with it at one time. Hav- 
 ing spent a part of his life in Boston, he enjoyed a 
 mess of beans and allowed no one to reproach the 
 Hub-of-the-Universe. 
 
 LLOYD H. KNUTSON 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber 15, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 Cozad, the home of Knutson, was never heard of 
 by any member of the Squadron previous to our meet- 
 ing "Knut." During our stay in France, the little town 
 of Cozad was well advertised by its agent, Knut. It 
 was his pleasure to tell how he supervised the harvest- 
 ing of hay and grain, and instead of using the command 
 "Double time" he substituted, "Come on a runnin'." 
 He worked as a cook at Ourches, and also as mechanic 
 in the Transportation Department. He was later in 
 charge of the machine shop at Chatillon. Billiards and 
 cards had a strong appeal to Knut. 
 
 JAY K. WIDGER 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York. 
 August 21, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 When this man arrived at Kelly Field he selected 
 the kitchen at his home. He knew little of the culinary 
 art but was willing to learn. Lemon extract to flavor 
 meat gravy was one of his first experiments in cook- 
 ing. He was fond of kicking the "Top" out of the 
 kitchen On leaving the States, he left the "Water 
 Burner's Union" and fell into line with the rest of 
 us. Arriving in France, he saw a possibility of getting 
 something more to his liking, and when the Squadron 
 began doing service work he was again associated with 
 his old companions, motors. 
 
 JAMES W. TRUSSELL 
 
 Entered the Army at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 
 December 8, 1917. Age, 38 years. 
 
 Here is represented another man with a "Dad" pre- 
 fix, who was transferred into the Squadron in August, 
 1918. We often thought that this soldier camouflaged 
 his age a trifle in order to do his bit in the great war. 
 He enjoyed his spare moments, after the signing of 
 the armistice, in the manufacture of canes. No doubt 
 you will see several former A. E. F. men sporting one 
 of "Dad's" canes on Fifth Avenue. Has traveled much 
 and is very well read. Finds pleasure in talking to the 
 boys on motors of any kind, particularly on tractors. 
 
 IRVING ACKERMAX 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 October 23, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 A young X T ew Yorker thoroughly trained in Eng- 
 land on the motors. Entered the Squadron at Chatillon- 
 sur-Seine. Never had been higher than a private, 
 though he would a pilot be. Had eleven flying 
 hours to his credit, also beaucoup francs. Was a 
 member of the firm of Ackerman and Ladenson. This 
 firm had a corner on their line of goods — profits any- 
 where from fifty to one hundred per cent; but 
 neither member could pass at inspection. A firm advocate 
 mi" permanent special duty. Had all the qualifications 
 of an officer, excepting the bars, though these, too, has 
 he sold. 
 
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 ELVIN WARRICK 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, ( )hio, 
 November 13, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 Toledo, and neighboring towns, will hear many 
 interesting stories from Warrick, who, in drawling 
 tones, we believe will tell of his experiences in France. 
 This gentleman had many narrow escapes while on the 
 field and on furlough. He was one of our best chess- 
 players and was fond of literature. His enlistment 
 into the Army took him from home for the first time 
 and he has no doubt profited a great deal by his ex- 
 periences. Morally, he was the best of men, and was 
 satisfied with coffee as a stimulant. 
 
 THOMAS F. YOHE 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 17, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 As a linguist, this man could not be beaten. His 
 vocabulary contained countless new words, and as for 
 speaking French, he was very fluent. Let it be said 
 of Tom that although he gained the dislike of the pri- 
 vates at Kelly Field, he was not a bad soldier in 
 France. His ingenuity afforded much amusement, for 
 he constructed our first aeroplane long before we 
 crossed the sea, and always had something original 
 with which to entertain the boys. As a cup winner, he 
 took first prize for "ground time," frequently getting 
 more time on the ground than in the air. "Bum dogs" 
 was his nickname at one time, but upon our completion 
 of pick and shovel work at Ourches, the "dogs" came 
 around. While residing at Chatillon, he operated an 
 ammunition junk shop, causing his neighbors many a 
 sleepless night, expecting to lie blown into eternity every 
 time Tom moved his barrack bag. He spent much 
 time and effort on the pots and kettles at Marsas and 
 Genicart. 
 
 CLARENCE E. COCHRANE 
 Entered the Army at Camp Travis, Texas, Septem- 
 ber 20, 1917. Age, 24 years. 
 
 Very few men of the Squadron knew that Clarence 
 had a half interest in a "quick lunch" cafe back in 
 Oklahoma. Cooking was an art lie seldom spoke of, 
 for he knew that at one time, had it been known that 
 be was a skilled kitchen mechanic, he would have 
 been assigned to do his bit in the kitchen. "The Squaw 
 Man," as he was known to his friends, is one of those 
 happy continually jumping individuals, forever on good 
 terms with every man in the Squadron. Had a great 
 liking for hard work and plenty of it. Was fond of 
 "bunk fatigue" and his upper berth was occupied by 
 him on an average of 14 hours a day. 
 
 PERCY H. PHOEBUS 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 4, 1917. Age, 20 years. 
 
 The largest problem any member of the A. E. F. 
 ever had confront him, provided he knew this gen- 
 tleman, was, "Who named him Percy, any way?" 
 
 Surely, although he has caused no trouble, we do not 
 consider it an appropriate name for him. He is small 
 in stature, but possesses an abundance of importance. 
 We never could understand how "Petit" was placed 
 in the second platoon with men all taller than himself. 
 He was among the first in the Transportation. Worked 
 on the field at Chatillon. Was a good booster for 
 Hackettstown. An admirer of mademoiselles and soft 
 drinks. 
 
 LAWRENCE REIFERT 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 13, 1917. Age, 20 years. 
 
 Toledo sent a man who assisted the Squadron in 
 many ways. A fair maid of St. Germain taught this 
 soldier to parlez vous. He did a great deal of car- 
 pentering when the camp at Ourches was being con- 
 structed, and later proved himself capable at Chatillon, 
 assembling, aligning, and rebuilding airplanes. He was 
 quiet, fond of literature that was instructive with re- 
 gard to his daily duties. A sociable fellow and popular 
 among the rest of the men of the outfit. 
 
 ERNEST DEMMON 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 15, 1917. Age, 20 years. 
 
 A quiet, persistent worker. Earned his two stripes 
 and always did a good day's work without kicking. At 
 Ourches "Dem" was to be found carting hangar beams 
 all over the field, much to the delight of the lazy ones. 
 During our early days upon the field at Chatillon, it 
 was a common sight to see this soldier as 'he passed 
 among the ships with his pail of "dope," leaving his 
 mark upon every plane before he left. Learned con- 
 struction of planes thoroughly, and took an interest in 
 his work. 
 
 HENRY W. PILGRAM 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Dodge, Iowa, September 
 21, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 When we think back to the evening previous to our 
 departure from Garden City, and the wrestling matches 
 held at the barracks, we think of "Pill," who met and 
 floored all who came his way. He worked hard, with 
 never a complaint, at Ourches, on the excavating and 
 construction of the hangars. He was fond of good 
 times and anxious to make friends, which he had no 
 trouble in accomplishing, as he was one of the most 
 popular fellows in the outfit. At Chatillon, he worked 
 in the Engineering and Repair Department, and by 
 conscientious work gained his stripes. 
 
 CLIFFORD JESSCP 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, August 
 12, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 Whether this gentleman was the same quiet individual 
 back in Iowa, or whether the horrors of war were the 
 cause of his silence, is not known. But we have applied 
 to "Jess" the saying, "By their deeds ye shall know 
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 regardless of what his duties were He worked as a 
 carpenter in the construction of the camp at Ourches, 
 and later in the E. & R. shop at Chatillon. He is fond 
 of his good times, and enjoyed more than one while in 
 France. He is an authority on airplane propellers. 
 
 ALFRED UMLAUF 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 21, 1917. Age, 31 years. 
 
 "Al," as he was known, showed the hoys that he 
 had the goods. His work at Kelly Field in the kitchen 
 and at various places in Frame always nut with the 
 favor of all. At Kelly Field he started a small bon- 
 fire in his tent one nice summer evening and was given 
 an unexpected shower hath by a man who acted as 
 fireman. He was a good mechanic, carpenter, and a 
 painter of no mean ability. His work was an asset to 
 the Squadron. "Al" was one of those fellows who 
 always favored prohibition. 
 
 JAMES F. IMHOFF 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Meade, Maryland, 
 November 6, 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 "Jim," as he was known in the A. E. F., possessed 
 many good traits, among which we may mention that 
 he was a conscientious worker. He was always on 
 the job around the barracks, but no matter bow busy 
 always found time to listen to news that the war would 
 soon end, while after the signing of the Armistice he 
 welcomed "going home" news. He was a constant 
 patron of the movies and other entertainments, and 
 made many calls at the "Y" — especially when there 
 were any female canteen workers present. He almost 
 won the heart of one of the fairer sex in Chatillon. 
 
 ROY L. HICKS 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 14, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 The boy with the "mean left." Worked in all of 
 the several occupations in the Squadron. At Garden 
 City, for some misdemeanor, Roy was detailed to wash 
 the barracks windows, also to do the same going over 
 on the boat. As there w-ere no windows to be washed 
 on the boat, Roy felt as though he was "putting some- 
 thing over." Liked whatever he was told to do, for 
 no matter how mean a job it was Roy always found 
 something funny about it. Took great enjoyment in 
 sports. Believed in open criticism and shunned all 
 non-coms. Was first in mess line and first for seconds, 
 always. 
 
 BOYD CRANCE 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 16, 1917. Age, 38 years. 
 
 "Dad" to the boys. "Handy man" to the orderly 
 room. Barber when broke. Downtown student of 
 French when hungry. An authority on the history of 
 Kentucky and railroading. Believed that the people 
 
 back home committed a sin against the A. E. F. by- 
 placing the U. S. on a "hone dry" basis. Claimed that 
 this impediment to one's rights might easily be over- 
 come by a little nerve. Always a hard worker. Hated 
 all non-coms; wouldn't be one if he could. Liked 
 inspection, as it afforded him an opportunity to show up. 
 
 THOMAS L. TAYLOR 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber 14, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 The town of Colby, Kansas, sent a good representa- 
 tive when they sent "Tom," who became a member of 
 the 639th Aero Squadron at Kelly Field shortly before 
 our departure for "Over There." After our arrival at 
 Saint Maixent, "Tom" worried considerably for fear 
 that the Squadron woidd never do service, and that 
 he would be S. O. L. His quiet attitude and willingness 
 to help others won him many friends. No doubt he 
 will tell his friends back home how he won a leather 
 medal in a sleeping contest at Ourches ; also of the 
 enjoyment derived from buying and smoking cigarettes 
 in France — things that he cannot do at home. 
 
 ERNEST CURREN 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 11, 1917. Age, 20 years. 
 
 An artist of nature, surrounded by beautiful French 
 models. Who could ask for more? Such was the 
 pitiful lot of Ernest when he came to France to fight 
 for home and liberty. Nevertheless, he made the best 
 of it and saw a thing or two. Long hikes to him were 
 nothing, and undoubtedly he saw much of interest 
 while away. As to sleep, this man was a past master 
 at that art; "Early to bed and late to rise" was his 
 motto. His artistic abilities gained him popularity as 
 a brass shell decorator, and it was a common sight to 
 see him drawing designs for his friends to pound out. 
 He once won a watch in a raffle, which was more luck 
 than most of us could boast of. He was the original 
 inventor of the bunk cabinet for the head of one's 
 bunk, this being copied by his comrades who built like 
 conveniences. 
 
 GUSTAV VENZKE 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 November 21, 1917. Age, 27 years. 
 
 The smallest man in the outfit, and transferred into 
 the Squadron from the 229th Aero Squadron at Garden 
 City shortly before our departure from that station. 
 He gained some publicity after the first publication of 
 "Contact," as "Battler" was advertised as one of our 
 top-notch pugilists. It was "Battler" who sang the 
 first song at the Squadron Smoker and surprised the 
 audience with his melodious baritone. He was always 
 in trouble when it came to getting anything like a 
 correct fit in the clothing line. "I'm Tying the Leaves 
 so They Won't Come Down" was sung by Venzke with 
 great success before a large and appreciative audience 
 one night in February. 
 
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 GEORGE C. ALLEN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 December 15, 1917. Age, 28 years. 
 
 George was ever willing and ready to listen to any- 
 one's complaint;-, and was verj sympathetic. These 
 qualities have enabled this soldier to enjoy his life in 
 the Army. At Chatillon, he favored the "Y" during 
 Miss Mann's presence. Worked on the field during 
 our entire stay at the 2nd Corps Aeronautical School, 
 where he "picked up" a great deal of experience on 
 the Liberty motors. A good mixer. Never enjoyed 
 Ins sojourns in the kitchen, hut made the most of them, 
 as he was anxious to put on a few extra pounds. 
 
 EBERHART .1. l'.OLLER 
 
 Entered the Aran at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 
 2, 1917. Age, 24 years. 
 
 "Abe" proved himself a soldier, hut not a sailor; 
 during our voyage from Hoboken to France he spent 
 many a sleepless night. One commodity that cost "Abe" 
 considerable francs in France was stationery. It was 
 his daily duty to correspond with some fair maiden in 
 the vicinity of Wausau. IK undoubtedly can give the 
 mail service of the A. E. F. a boost by presenting his 
 statistics. His cackling laugh was appropriate, especially 
 when we were quartered in billets at (lurches and 
 Marsas. Due to training and ability, this man won the 
 coveted M. E. berth in our Squadron — something we 
 were all glad to see him win. Although not possessing 
 a remarkable voice, lie enjoyed singing "K-K-K-Katie." 
 
 LOUIS FORMAN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort McDowell. California, 
 November 16, 1917. Age, 18 years. 
 
 Though Louis never put the steel into a "Hun," lie 
 had his troubles with barbed wire entanglements, going 
 over the top quite often. While at Ourches, he labored 
 all day with the pick and shovel and favored our little 
 tramway with heaucoup overtime. This, the soldier 
 claimed, was worth what be had enjoyed. At Chatillon, 
 as a member of the Top Kick's squad, be sure beat the 
 Army. An elegant speaker on the charms of the Pacific 
 Coast, though he did not hail from there. A continual 
 smile, a frozen band, and a flower} tongue 
 
 \\ \1.TKK HALKINAN 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Upton, New York, 
 October S, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 "Mutts" was so quiet that his presence was overlooked 
 by many, Never a growl or dissenting word from 
 Walter. At Ourches, with the pick and shovel brigade 
 be did more than his bit, and was usually to be found 
 on the heavy end of a job "rearing to go." In charge 
 of Barracks No. o at Chatillon, Walter worked hard 
 at all times, so that his "charge" was always prepared 
 for inspection. Forever anxious to obtain newspapers, 
 so that he could follow the doings of his three brothers 
 who were in khaki. 
 
 FRANK h. IK \NEK 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, Septem- 
 ber 17, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 When Chicago sent this man to the Army little did 
 she realize to what extent she was about to impose 
 upon that organization. Nevertheless, we were made 
 aware of the fact that he had entered the Service, for 
 he settled in our midst. We often thought that things 
 must he rather quiet back home with him away, as his 
 powers oi speech were continually receiving training 
 Upon the flying field his frequent call for "a little help 
 on Hi" became a by-word, and he was not speechless 
 upon the day when he found his best russet shoes, 
 which he had taken to the hangar to be cleaned, filled 
 with soft soap and graphite. Often upon his return 
 from town just previous to taps being blown, his voice 
 would rise above all others in the barracks as he gave 
 vent to bis "hot dog" yell and acclaimed to all who 
 might listen regarding the wonders of "Chi." 
 
 EDWARD J. KENNEDY 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, September 
 22, 1917. Age, 2d years. 
 
 No doubt the Commanding Officer looked up this 
 man's record, as Edward was one of those selected to 
 do M. P. duty at Ourches. This gentleman will un- 
 doubtedly hold many an interested audience in "Chi" 
 telling of the trench life and his "Nieuport" on the 
 \\ estern Front. "Tiny" was not an appropriate name 
 for a man of his size, but he was probably christened 
 thus because of bis splendid attendance at sick call. 
 On November 11 he was among the first of the 639th 
 Squadron to let Chatillon know that we bad received 
 the good news and were going to celebrate the victory. 
 (heel lul rumors were welcomed by him at all times. 
 
 CALEB L. YORK 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, Novem- 
 ber 11, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 A "Hoosier" by birth, but anything but that in the 
 literal sense of the word. Earned bis nickname as 
 "Screw-driver" at Ourches because he dropped one of 
 those articles into the differential gear while repairing 
 a camion, and then forgot to remove it. Rendered 
 excellent services in the capacity of chauffeur, airplane 
 crew chief, and lastly, as Top Kick. Possesses a bear 
 of a voice for that job and made the most popular and 
 the most useful Top Sergeant the outfit ever had — a 
 man among men. Is a wonderful entertainer, and was 
 the village cut-up back in Silverwood, Indiana. Spent 
 several years at Purdue to satisfy his ambition to 
 become a veterinary. Accomplished heaucoup with the 
 Frog lingo, hut always remembered the "girl he left 
 behind." Belonged to the category who could not bid 
 "an revoir" to the khaki too soon. 
 
 JAMES J. KLEMA 
 Entered the Army at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 
 October 26, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 

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 Little did "Jay Jay" think when he left Cicero with 
 his cards, "I. J. Klema, After the Kaiser," that he 
 would he taken a prisoner in the Battle of Chatillon on 
 the day the Armistice was signed. However, he was 
 not detained long by the "Germans." J. J. was down 
 to weight shortly after our arrival at Ourches, the 
 cause of which is still a mystery in many minds. He 
 was entertained by friends in Pagny-sur-Meuse, and 
 entertained the Squadron by rendering vocal selections 
 on several different occasions at Chatillon. He also 
 possessed the talent of a poet. 
 
 FRANK PAVLIK 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, September 
 IS, mi 7. Age, 23 years. 
 
 "Pav" was one of the best soldiers in the outfit. 
 \\ hen nature endowed that soldier with the shoulders 
 she did it was done for a purpose, said purpose being 
 to be assigned to nearly all the heavy details. Quiet, 
 unassuming, and willing to do whatever he was told. 
 Pick, shovel, and wheelbarrows helped to put him in 
 condition for the bard labor at Chatillon. There he 
 labored on the field and did good work. Hailed from 
 Chicago, and was more than anxious to return there. 
 
 CHARLES F. WADDELL 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 
 5, 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 Another Chicagoan, and like a few more of our old- 
 timers, had the monniker "Dad" conferred upon him 
 while in the Army. Shortly previous to our departure 
 from Garden City, New York, this gentleman was very 
 sick and for a day or two it was doubtful whether or 
 not be would be able to make the trip with us. Although 
 the Squadron was held in quarantine at St. Maixent, 
 "Dan McCarthy" saw a good portion of the city. 
 Ourches saw him as a tractor expert, while at Chatillon 
 he was chief of one of the hangars. In the parade in 
 Chatillon "Dad" held down the pilot's seat in the 
 mounted fuselage. He expected to re-enlist. 
 
 PAUL FUGLEBURG 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort McDowell, California, 
 November 22, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 Here we have before us one of the firm of Connor 
 & Fugleburg, souvenir manufacturers and distributers. 
 Speaking of persons with extensive linguistic abilities, 
 this man on occasions had them all beat. He could 
 give more details concerning percentages than any 
 mathematician. Regarding the making of bunks, he 
 had us all beat; about three swings and a couple of 
 jabs and his blankets were spread and tucked, ready 
 for bis later return and a good night's sleep. Although 
 a mechanic on the field, this young man could doll up 
 in a tailored uniform, cap placed jauntily upon one ear, 
 go to town, and win a salute from any rookie. Cannot 
 be convinced that the M. P.'s won the war. 
 
 WILLIAM R. FRASER 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, August 
 6, 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 One of the hardest working boys in the outfit. Willing 
 to entertain at all times, even if he had to eat glass to 
 do so. Famous for his capacity and ability to eat 
 glass. A soldier who had received the full reward for 
 his work. Had seen active service in the kitchen at 
 Kelly Field, St. Maixent, and Ourches. One of the 
 only three real cooks in the outfit. (Made fine cakes.) 
 Opposed to prohibition and made arrangements to go 
 to Kentucky with "Dad" Crance. Had the knack of 
 finding a "home" and holding on to it while in France. 
 Built and Hew an airplane in Canada, and, therefore, 
 joined the Air Service soon after war was declared. 
 
 CONSTANTINE G. JUDEIK1S 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 
 2, 1917. Age, 27 years. 
 
 It is a saying that "large bodies move slowly," but 
 this cannot be truthfully applied to Constantine. Many 
 who worked with him in the excavating game at 
 Ourches often remarked that be did more than his 
 share. His pick was busy from morning till night. 
 While there the non-coms did not have to inform him 
 that each swing meant one more knock on the Kaiser's 
 head. He was always contented and often remarked 
 that any place he hung his hat was "Home Sweet 
 Home" to him. He always wore his overseas cap 
 tilted to one side like many other "reckless 'aviators," 
 and practised the French custom of economy always. 
 Quite often, when many were borrowing francs and 
 sous, this gentleman was flush with them. 
 
 REGINALD C. MILLETT 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 16, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 This elongated specimen of humanity first saw light 
 in Boston, which city he will always claim for bis 
 residence. Varied have been his experiences since 
 entering the Service, especially so in France. He can 
 never be forgiven by a few for the night be piloted 
 the weary guard relief over the hills at Ourches amid 
 a roar of big guns, and finally landed them upon the 
 banks of the Meuse before he became wise as to his 
 whereabouts. At Amanty, as supervisor of the Squadron 
 details, he also had his troubles. All the French 
 maids fell for Reggie and the rats liked him so well 
 that they ate his clothing, necessitating a visit to the 
 Belgian girls for repairs. "Stringhean" was his Army 
 nickname. 
 
 LAWRENCE E. SCHCLTZ 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 13, 1917. Age, 28 years. 
 
 An authority on the steam engine. He took delight 
 in explaining the advantages of the American-made 
 locomotive over those of foreign countries. When 
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 a short time to master it. Was fond of relating his 
 past accomplishments. Spent much time in studying 
 motors, as he was of the opinion that the future of 
 the automohile would be promising. Was well versed 
 on all 'labor problems and often remarked that "lie was 
 sorry he did not attend Officers' Training Camp." 
 
 GEORGE E. ARMSTRONG 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 25, 1917. Age, 17 years. 
 
 Ability, dormant. There were few jobs in the Army 
 that appealed to George. He never lost a pound in 
 weight, as he knew the combination to every mess 
 hall and availed himself of the same. He broke more 
 pick, shovel, and rake handles than any other man in 
 the outfit. There were only two calls that appealed to 
 George — pay and mess calls — and he always took special 
 care to be present, fearing that somebody might get 
 something on him. Felt that his vacation in the Army 
 built him up, and after the signing of the Armistice, 
 anxiously awaited the homeward bound transport. 
 
 RIPLEY VAN EVERY 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Lewis, Washington, 
 November 5, 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 Gained prominence in the Squadron at Chatillon 
 through his promotion and subsequent article in "Con- 
 tact." Continually wore a smile, and, although a 
 trifle phlegmatic, did his work well. He possessed the 
 mildest disposition of any man in the outfit. "Kip" or 
 "Van" hailed from Rupert, Idaho, to which place he 
 was affectionately attached. He often promised that he 
 would give anyone a job on bis farm, and this strongly 
 appealed to Sergeant Varney. Rip proved to be a 
 banker of exceptional promise. 
 
 FORREST L. MORRIS 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 13, 1917. Age, 26 years. 
 
 Music hath its charms, and so had Morris. He was 
 one of the most agreeable men in the Squadron and an 
 exceptionally good bugler, for which we had a iust 
 right to be proud of him. On state occasions, his 
 notes did justice to the event. Filled in, in several of 
 the most important positions in the Squadron. Was a 
 previous Service man, whose training proved to be of 
 advantage to many. Believed that he had worn the 
 khaki long enough and wanted to get back to railroad- 
 ing. Was a consistent worker for the best interests of 
 the Squadron. 
 
 WILLIAM T. BARRANS 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber 27, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 School teachers are usually of a retiring nature, and 
 this was true of Bill. One of his greatest pleasures 
 while in Chatillon was that of retiring to his upstairs 
 bunk and indulging in a period of reading or writing. 
 This individual was also somewhat of an electrician, 
 
 but was not popular as such among the boys, because 
 he occasionally got his wires mixed, resulting in dark- 
 ness for the rest of us until fuses could be located. 
 Had ambition to be a pilot. In speaking of the most 
 exciting incidents in his Army career, he told of tin- 
 night he had spent on the upper deck of the Agamemnon 
 when the lifeboats dipped in the sea and caps were of 
 necessity placed over the smokestacks to prevent the 
 water from running down them and putting the furnaces 
 out. 
 
 JAMES A. McGOVERN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York. August 
 17, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 "Commander-in-Chief" of the Police and Mainten- 
 ance. He was also the non-commissioned officer in 
 charge of the wood detail at Ourches. "Mac" was by 
 nature a man's man. He could kid them when neces- 
 sary and "bawl 'em out" when circumstances warranted 
 it. Always produced. The men enjoyed working 
 under him, for when the job was finished one could 
 quit, a rare quality in a non-commissioned officer. His 
 one hope was to get back to "Bean Town" and see his 
 own. He did not like France or French fires, but was 
 always happy and ready to entertain. He was among 
 the lucky ones in obtaining a "home" at Ourches. 
 
 RUSH R. MORTON 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 19, 1917. Age, 14 years. 
 
 "Soldier" was without doubt one of the most capable 
 mechanics in the Squadron. His retiring disposition 
 had allowed many to wear that to which Rush was justly 
 entitled. This young man never complained, feeling 
 that we were there to do our bit. If we got credit, all 
 right; if we were overlooked, our conscience was in 
 no way troubled. Always wore a happy smile which 
 did justice to his pearl-white teeth. Rush had the credit 
 of being on good terms with every man in the outfit. 
 
 JOSEPH J. PARKS 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Douglass, Utah, November 
 1, 1917. Age, 26 years. 
 
 Joe's ability to handle the pick brought forth the 
 interesting fact that he had been a miner out in the 
 Butte district. This experience proved of value to him 
 at Ourches, where for many long weeks we labored 
 with such tools. A very quiet fellow and always ready 
 to work. During his time off, he took pleasure in 
 reading and taking long walks. Had many friends in 
 the Squadron. 
 
 HENRY W. WHITWORTH 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, August 
 21, 1917. Age, 20 years. 
 
 A man of artistic nature. Handy with the brush when 
 it came to decorating some object like a fuselage. 
 Especially so regarding the one we drew through the 
 streets of Chatillon on our last night there. As to his 
 mechanical ability upon the field, he was proud of his 
 
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 "A. R." and when the Libert} planes began to arrive 
 he lost no time in getting one of them, that lie might 
 become acquainted with the mechanism of the motor 
 at once. 
 
 GUY \\ REDMAN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 28, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 It was well that France had a good supply of mirrors 
 for sale while we were there, for without them this 
 "guy" would never have been contented. Owing to the 
 large supply, it was possible for "Red" to have one. 
 He availed himself of the opportunity to look at Ins 
 pleasant countenance frequently. He was among the 
 "can-opener crew" at one time at Ourcbes, and later 
 at Chatillon, where he also worked on the field and 
 rendered good service. During his spare time he 
 enjoyed boxing and ranked among the best in the 
 Squadron. 
 
 VITO BUONO 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Upton, New York, 
 September 23, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 lust because this gentleman was commonly seen at 
 Ourches with a hatchet and level, and was known 
 there as the "level man," did not signify that he was a 
 weakling and could not do manual labor. This he 
 proved to many one da\ when he carried a Four 
 hundred-pound stone upon his shoulders, resembling 
 the Atlas of old. At Chatillon he had the misfortune 
 of losing a pair of breeches, and when "first call" 
 sounded his cry of "Who stolla da britch" met with 
 no response. The fact that General Orders would not 
 permit him to visit friends in Italy peeved him, as he 
 told us on several occasions. 
 
 HARRY M. WTTTEBORN 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 21, 1917. Age, 24 years. 
 
 This man gained distinction on our ship across the 
 sea as boxing match referee, and when the "battle 
 royal" among the colored gentlemen was pulled off 
 his job was a scientific one. As a rock excavator he had 
 experience and undoubtedly could make good m the 
 mining regions as a contractor. His ambitions, how- 
 ever, were realized when he was assigned to motor 
 work at Amanty, and later at Chatillon. ( lid No. 1 
 plane was his pride and joy; also, its section chief was 
 a personal friend. Harry will never forget the days 
 he spent as section chief, grooming Xo. 48 after her 
 daily bath in castor oil ; nor will be soon forget his 
 comfortable shock-absorber bed near the stove. 
 
 HERMAN HEINRICH 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort McDowell, California, 
 November 14, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 A first-class tailor was Herman. The only return 
 for his labors which he required was plenty of cash. 
 Delighted in making the boys wait a week for their 
 
 best suit. Never a hard day's work did this native of 
 Roumania do. Always plied the needle. Kept over 
 half the receipts, turning the remainder over the Squad- 
 n hi fund. With his leaves and special religious holi- 
 days he had the Army beat. Didn't care whether the 
 war lasted ten years or less. Spoke enough French and 
 English to get by. Forever talked about eats, new 
 styles, and San Francisco. Unconsciously, an enter- 
 tainer of no mean ability. 
 
 WILFORD THOMPSON 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 May 4, 1917. Age, 2D years. 
 
 II we ever desired advice as to how farming was 
 done in Michigan, this gentleman was consulted. He 
 was one of the oldest in point of service in the Squad- 
 ron and made good on the field, having had consider- 
 able experience on airplanes in England. It was his 
 ambition to become a pilot. He spent several hours in 
 the air and could tell some interesting tales regarding 
 forced landings. He told us stories of France that we 
 enjoyed very much. Enjoyed playing cards occasionally. 
 
 MORRIS ROLLO 
 
 laitered the Army at Camp Upton, New York, Octo- 
 ber 8, 1917. Age, 23 years. 
 
 Morris hailed from Brooklyn, where early in hie he 
 accustomed himself to hard work and plenty of it. In 
 the Army he worked hard While at Garden City this 
 future non-com went A. W . O. L., a thing he never 
 regretted as he saw all his folks and those to be. Did 
 penance for this act while crossing the pond. Was a 
 leader at Ourches and Chatillon. Ambitious to learn 
 motors, at which he made good. Enjoyed smoking and 
 reading matter, especially mail. A member of the 
 Brooklyn Club. Famous lor his well developed muscles. 
 
 SAM RECCH1A 
 
 Entered the Army at Cam]) L'pton, New York, Sep- 
 tember 1(1, 1017. Age, 22 years. 
 
 A "Siamese" twin brother to lilucstein, and bad the 
 same misfortune as Buono, being unable to visit his 
 friends in Italy. Sam was among the fortunate ones, 
 however, at Ourches, in getting a home, and be readily 
 grasped the lingo, which later helped him in parleying 
 at Chatillon where he had the pleasure of making the 
 acquaintance of several mademoiselles of that city. Xo 
 doubt Sam gave the French people a good impression 
 of the American soldier. 
 
 EDWARD Y JAGGLE 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 
 3. I'M 7. Age, 22 years. 
 
 A product of Chicago, the home of our one constant 
 companion "Willie" (alias "corned willie"). This sta- 
 tionary chauffeur was once a pick and shovel artist, but 
 claimed to know more about motors than the mere 
 crude implements (if torture. He was given a chance 
 
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 to prove his abilities by being given the position of 
 stationary chauffeur on a Sop. This high position was 
 attained by close application and hard work. Never- 
 theless, everyone has his failings, and among Edward's 
 was that of rising at first call. To he sure, he pos- 
 sessed a shock-absorber and that accounted for many 
 c\ iK along this line. 
 
 CHELLIS W. STOCKWELL 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, Xew York, 
 August 18, 1^17. Age, 30 years. 
 
 Too sedate to merit a decollette monniker. A good 
 fellow. A demon for punishment in the form of work, 
 hut assimilated it well. Early accepted his nomination 
 to the ranks of N. C. O.'s. Saw a motor for the first 
 time at Chatillon, and left there having learned many 
 of the faults of "Frog" motors. Elected to the hoard 
 of editors of the Squadron Book, rendering yeoman 
 service in tin- capacity. Failed to weaken in favor of 
 France's charms, waiting only for the restoration of 
 his own individuality in "God's Country." Was at 
 Amherst College for several years learning about hugs 
 and every known species of insect. Also occupied some 
 of his time at Marsas gathering "rare" specimens with 
 the village curate. 
 
 RAY WEBSTER 
 
 Entered the Army at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 
 December 8, 1917. Age, 25 years. 
 
 This man found recreation with the cards, being 
 present at frequent games where he had more or less 
 luck. As a mechanic "Dan" was "there", in proof of 
 which it can he said that he spent no less than three 
 weeks in pounding out a ring from a five-franc piece. 
 One day while escorting a plane in from the field, he 
 was thrown from the wing, hut soon pulled himself 
 up out of the mud none the worse for his experience. 
 Upon the foot of his bunk in the barracks at Chatillon, 
 some kind individual left a blouse containing "beau- 
 coup" francs one evening, hut it remained safely there 
 until the following day when the owner arrived in 
 search of it. 
 
 JOHN SEGAR 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, Octo- 
 ber 30, 1917. Age, 31 years. 
 
 A cigarmaker in civil life, and was fond of tobacco 
 in any form during his time with the colors. He was 
 even known to borrow francs to satisfy this desire. As 
 a worker, John recognized no superiors. From his first 
 day in the Army, this soldier always pitched into it 
 without ever having to be told. Xever did he receive a 
 call down for laying down on the job. He was known 
 to many as "Godfather" because of his kindness on 
 numerous occasions. At Chatillon he took great pleas- 
 use in working on the planes. He enjoyed his smoke 
 along with a game of penny-ante. 
 
 JOSEPH M. CRANE 
 Entered the Army at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 
 November 24, 1"17. Age, 19 vears. 
 
 \\ hen the good Lord put this specimen on this broad 
 earth he forgot something. Ambition was the forgot- 
 ten ingredient, and for that reason this Iow-an has 
 been struggling through life, particularly the Army, 
 endeavoring to dodge work wherever possible, and 
 meeting with considerable success. Nevertheless, he is 
 blessed with a good nature which covers a multitude of 
 sins, and was never known to get mad (even on the 
 night when he claimed his mattress of tin cans). Of 
 lady correspondents he could boast many, and among 
 his letters were to be found many of more than usual 
 interest ; in fact, he was never backward in flashing a 
 particularly good one for the boys' approval. 
 
 VIGGO S. DAHLE 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Dodge, Iowa, September 
 19, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 As a minister's son this man fooled us by being an 
 exceptionally quiet and moral young man. He liked 
 to sing, but found it difficult to get anyone to harmonize 
 with him. He had some ability as a writer, confining 
 himself mostly to writing poetry. Arrived in France 
 with the 376th Aero Squadron, was transferred to the 
 639th Squadron in August, 1918, and contributed to the 
 Squadron's success 1,\ Ins careful and steady work. At 
 Chatillon lie slept near the bulletin board, where it was 
 possible for him to lie upon his bunk and watch for the 
 new guard and K. 1'. lists. We predict for him a great 
 career as a poet. 
 
 JAMES E. MONCUR 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, Xew York, 
 November 10, 1917. Age, 20 years. 
 
 A representative of "Limy Land." but too good 
 natured to take offense at any remark passed regarding 
 the matter. One of his favorite pastimes was that of 
 pestering his friend George, who declared that if the 
 "limey" didn't leave him alone he (Moncur) would 
 knock him for a row of "battleships". Whenever seen 
 upon the street of Chatillon, he was always alone, unless 
 accompanied by a mademoiselle, of whom he knew many 
 about town. A kodak he also usually had along to snap 
 all things of interest. 
 
 HERMAN' II. STEHR 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Grant, Illinois, October 
 2, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 "Herman, the sausage maker," hailed from the Middle 
 West and challenged all comers who had anything to 
 say against Wisconsin. He was always well to the front 
 of the mess line, in order that he might ring in for 
 seconds. One of "Red's" greatest pleasures was that 
 of sitting on the end of his upstairs hunk, allowing his 
 muddv shoes to protrude out into the aisle that they 
 might be cleaned upon the clothes of the unsuspecting 
 passersby. At Ourches, bis bunk beside the canteen was 
 very handy to the supply of chocolate and canned 
 goods. One night he barely escaped a shower hath 
 from the hunk above. Those were the happy days. 
 
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 ADOLPH A. WOLFF 
 
 Entered the Army at Newark, New Jersey, April 18, 
 191& Age, 23 years. 
 
 Rough in name but very gentle in manners. Insisted 
 that before entering our midst he was "Top Kick" in 
 another outfit. Always managed to keep clean, no 
 matter how dirty the work he was given to do. Not a 
 lover of mechanical work, but preferred the Supply 
 game, as it offered him a chance to pass out bullet 
 punctured uniforms for dirty and torn clothes. He also 
 enjoyed passing out number eleven stockings to men 
 desiring number nines. As a society man he mingled 
 with the select; in fact, the wealthy jeweler at Chatil- 
 lon opened his home to him. As a singer, Adolph held 
 some distinction, favoring us on many occasions with 
 melodies familiar in years gone by. 
 
 EDWARD P. LENT 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, Octo- 
 ber 12, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 Edward, who hailed from Virginia, was a strong 
 admirer of tobacco. No doubt back in Virginia he 
 helped himself to the weed in the tobacco fields and 
 acquired the habit at an early age. It was his hobby, 
 while with the Squadron in France, to get up about 
 3 :00 a. m. and extract a Piedmont from his pill box, 
 take a few inhalations, and then return to slumberland. 
 He was neat in appearance and did his work well upon 
 the field. He had the misfortune of missing a returning 
 truck from Troves while there on a week-end trip, 
 and was obliged to spend the night in a French bed in 
 that city. 
 
 ALEXANDER R. WALSH 
 Entered the Army at White Bear Lake, Minnesota, 
 April 13. 1918. Age, 26 years. 
 
 His most characteristic position : reading letters from 
 his wife or writing to her. Known as "Judge" to some 
 of his friends. Joined the Squadron in August, 1918, 
 and labored for many months in the Radio Depart- 
 ment ; then later in the Personnel Office at Genicart. 
 Swore that he would re-enlist and soldier for the rest 
 of his life. His greatest ambition while in the A. E. F. 
 was to see his wife. His sobriety and perseverence 
 gained a promotion. Took a great liking to good meals 
 and a good place to rest. Because of his distinguished 
 appearance as he sat behind his desk, he drew many 
 salutes from students asking for information. 
 
 CHARLES HOLDERMAN 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 December 7, 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 Charlie was a plugger. Made good upon the field. 
 Those who knew of his ability knew he would make 
 good. Never known to talk, criticize, or snore. Agree- 
 able and ready to assist in the repairing of motors. His 
 specialty was motor repair work, at which he was a 
 "corker". Enjoyed his long sojourn on the field as he 
 was working around the Liberty motor. Had much to 
 
 tell about his experiences while on duty in the "cootie" 
 mill at Genicart. 
 
 JOSEPH H. HICK 
 
 Entered the Army at Saint Cloud, Minnesota, April 
 8, 1918. Age, 24 years. 
 
 Formerly a member of the 376th Aero Squadron. Joe 
 was transferred into our Squadron in August, 1918. 
 Received his first mechanical training in the first Gov- 
 ernment Training School at the University of Pitts- 
 burg. Always the same, morning, noon and night, with 
 a ready smile and a cheerful answer. Liked by all but 
 his enemies and we don't think he had any. Had an 
 exceptional life in France, saving his pleasures for his 
 return to civil life. Had all the virtues and very few 
 of the vices to which we are prone. Was an expert 
 picture salesman. 
 
 EARL SLABOM 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 November 7, 1917. Age, 18 years. 
 
 "Legs," as this New Yorker was generally termed, 
 was born with humor and a grin, both of which he 
 retained, to the amusement of the boys. His wit was 
 original and good, which, when accompanied by his 
 grin, brought us back to the vaudeville such as the 
 U. S. alone can produce. While at Chatillon he was 
 assigned to Hangar No. 13, being located near Buncy. 
 Somewhere around eleven o'clock this young man would 
 start from the field in order to get up an appetite for 
 dinner. He certainly is to be credited with beaucoup 
 bunk fatigue. Likes to play baseball. Tallest man in 
 the Squadron. 
 
 ALYIN J. ROESCH 
 
 Entered the Army at Ada, Minnesota, April 8, 1918. 
 Age, 24 years. 
 
 A former member of the 376th. Joined us at Cha- 
 tillon. Here he worked on the field and was a pretty 
 good man on motors. Sops and Liberties were his 
 specialty. He went on leave once and returned with 
 stories enough to fill a book. Regretted the fact that 
 he overlooked the Officers' Training Camp. When the 
 next war comes Alvin intends, with his experience, to 
 wear beaucoup bars. 
 
 CARL McCOLPIN 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort McDowell, California, 
 December 9, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 "Mac" was such a quiet unassuming chap that one 
 found it hard to get his history. Found great enjoyment 
 in reading and smoking his very old pipe. Worked 
 like a Trojan and w : as a good team-mate for any man. 
 Hailed from Los Angeles and was won to the country 
 west of the Rockies. Couldn't see where France ever 
 earned the title of "Sunny" France. "Mac" was ambi- 
 tious to learn all he could about the Liberty motor, as 
 he intended to operate a garage with his brother on 
 his return to the States. 
 
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 CHARLES S. DUBE 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 December 7, 1417. Age, 29 years. 
 
 The man of all trades. If it wasn't repairing har- 
 racks roofs, it was fixing the supply room or sharpen- 
 ing saws, after which he would repair our shoes for 
 five francs. Busily occupied at all times. He enlisted 
 as a chauffeur. Out-spokenness had its reward, but 
 Dube had his opinions. Up at 4:30 every morning. 
 Insisted that everyone else arise so as to he in time for 
 reveille. No more Army for Charlie; going to be 
 married, so as to evade the next war. 
 
 JOHN W. ADAIR 
 
 Entered the Army at Elk River, Minnesota, April 8, 
 1918. Age, 25 years. 
 
 Adair came from an agricultural country and was 
 as slow as the slowest of them. At Chatillon, for a 
 while, he held the position of Squadron barber. A 
 consistent patron of the "down town" lunch-outs. Never 
 enjoyed hard work. Always fought for a place at the 
 head of the chow line; also favored the camera. Union 
 Labor man at all times. At Genicart be found a "reel" 
 continuous vaudeville show at his place of work — the 
 mill. 
 
 FRANK BERDAN 
 
 Entered the Army at Granite Falls, Minnesota, April 
 9, 1918. Age, 29 years. 
 
 Frank was a hard worker at all times. On the field 
 his time was spent studying airplane motors, at which 
 occupation he accomplished much. His favorite pas- 
 time was washing clothes. Always a neat and ready 
 soldier. Would not argue. Rarely talked. Believed 
 that if be retired at nine o'clock everyone else ought 
 to do likewise. A volunteer, from guard to K P. 
 There were very few men like Frank. Orated on the 
 smoke and joys of Pittsburg where he attended the 
 motor mechanics school. 
 
 JOHN T. GILFOY 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 December 9, 1917. Age, 24 years. 
 
 The man who has been all over the world. His 
 home was anywhere he hung his hat, but before the 
 war he showed a particular fondness for the South 
 End, Boston. Short in stature hut long in sight. He 
 always had a story that would go you one better. Hav- 
 ing been with the Sturtevant Airplane Company pre- 
 vious to his enlistment he had the jump on many of us 
 when it came to field work. Best memory of any man 
 in the Squadron, but it didn't always help him to recall 
 parlor stories. 
 
 EMANUEL J. LADENSON 
 
 Filtered the Army at Philadelphia, Penn., March Hi, 
 1918. Age, 21 years. 
 
 Here is represented Ladenson of the "Hogan and 
 Ladenson, Algerian Acrobats," who entertained the 
 Squadron on its journey from Chatillon to Marsas. 
 
 Emanuel had the misfortune of injuring his hand when 
 in the souvenir manufacturing game at Chatillon. He 
 worked on the field at Chatillon and later as orderly, 
 which position he preferred as it gave him experience 
 and francs as a "second-hand clothing broker" He 
 possessed a line of humor, was quick witted and always 
 ready to entertain, 
 
 PAUL K. GREIM 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Meade, Maryland, Sep- 
 tember 21, 1917. Age, 28 years. 
 
 This gentleman, more popularly known among his 
 comrades as "Dizzy", was a typical Pennsylvania 
 Dutchman. He delighted in amusing his friends with 
 correct impersonations of that famous bird, the owl. 
 No living man can give a better idea of how that bird 
 can "bout". "Dizzy" also proved industrious and gained 
 distinction throughout the Squadron as a shoe shinest, 
 earning for himself beaucoup francs as well as ever- 
 lasting fame. One of bis best companions was a plug 
 of chewing tobacco, and it was always a mystery how 
 he could bite off the desired amount as be lacked many 
 teeth. At one time he held the exalted position of 
 corporal, but owing to his transfer into the Air Service 
 he lost it. 
 
 GEORGE .1. ZEBIAN 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 14, 1917. Age, 18 years. 
 
 Fear of the pick and shovel was unknown to this 
 young Pennsylvanian, because he alone knew the scien- 
 tific method of leaning upon the pick handle. Being 
 built for speed, it required no effort on bis part to 
 make frequent trips to the various show places about 
 Chatillon on any pleasant evening.. George possessed 
 an unquenchable thirst for reading material, and no 
 magazines were safe about the barracks unless nailed. 
 Neither was it safe to disturb him too early in the 
 morning as be belonged to the unbelievers in early 
 rising. He was also popularly known as "Algerian". 
 
 DEWEY R. JONES 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 9, 1917. Age, 17 years. 
 
 He was one of a large group that was transferred 
 into the Squadron shortly before our departure from 
 Kelly Field, and can tell his friends back home how he 
 swung a pick on the Western Front; also of his expe- 
 riences on the Police and Maintenance details at Cha- 
 tillon. This elongated being never won any medals for 
 rapidity, but enjoyed sleeping and did a great deal of 
 bunk fatigue while with the colors. Possessed a glib 
 tongue which frequently kept him out of trouble. 
 
 FRED L. DAVIS 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber 15, 1917. Age, 25 years. 
 
 "Parson" why so prayerful this evening? The ship 
 won't sink. Albeit, the "Parson" continued to read 
 diligently from the little book which he held within 
 
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 his hand. Later, as we knew this man heter, we mar- 
 velled not at his sudden hursts of religion. But let us 
 speak of his love for the Army. He often told us that 
 the Army wasn't half had hut it was the people in it. 
 His good nature was very easily ruffled, particularly- 
 just before retiring or immediately after rising in the 
 morning. When "I 'arson" put on his Sunday best and 
 started out everyone knew that he had something special 
 on for that evening. As a worker he was an expert 
 electrician and did well at that vocation. He demon- 
 strated his ability in the art of osculation in a capable 
 manner in the "Y" on one occasion; an American 
 blonde of twenty-nine summers was "the lady in the 
 case." 
 
 WILLIAM (,. LEAMING 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Meade, Maryland. 
 November 3, 1917 Age, 30 years. 
 
 "It's a boy!" While Bill was doing his bit against 
 the Germans the stork paid a visit to Bill's home and 
 left there a bouncing baby boy. While at Ourches he 
 exercised daily with the pick and was among the first 
 to receive Private first class chevrons, being made a 
 corporal on the same day of the following year. At 
 Chatillon he worked hard around the planes and no 
 doubt will tell, in his modest way, of the aviating he did 
 when in France. 
 
 LEROY F. WAGNER 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November Id, 1916. Age, 1°- years. 
 
 Wagner was among the unfortunate ones on our 
 voyage to France, for upon arrival at Brest be was 
 obliged to spend a short time in the hospital at that 
 city. At Ourches he worked under the direction of 
 "Hash" Hogan as a cook, and later in the same capacity 
 at Chatillon. He also worked in the Radio Department, 
 where he rendered good services. A real movie fan 
 and fond of good times, but always moderate. 
 
 CHESTER M. STICKLER 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 22, 1917. Age, 25 years. 
 
 We now introduce one of our bank experts. Hailing 
 as he does from Pennsylvania, you may know that he 
 was a good talker, in addition to his training along the 
 hanking lines. In France he threw a pretty good line 
 to some of the mademoiselles, especially so when he 
 and "Smuck" took a little trip to St. Malo. Chester also 
 had a tooth fur good things to eat. It was a common 
 sight, at one time, to see him coming out of town with 
 a yard of bread under one arm and a slab of cheese 
 under the other. He was also known to pay as much 
 as deux francs each week for pork chops. One of his 
 principal occupations was letter writing, until the Armi- 
 stice was signed, and then post cards filled the bill. 
 
 DANIEL E. STOXE 
 Entered the Army at Camp Devens, Massachusetts, 
 November 16, 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 " \ rolling stone gathers no moss." Attleboro Stone 
 did not propel himself about with any great amount 
 of -peed, and for that reason acquired some moss in 
 the form of a mustache and side beards, both detract- 
 ing from bis personal beauty and causing bis near 
 neighbors many a sleepless night. Dan always received 
 an abundance of reading material from home. This he 
 used as a foundation for his mattress. Supplied the 
 boys at the hangars with the latest copies of the 
 "Country Gentleman." At home Dan drank fresh milk, 
 in France evaporated milk. 
 
 EDWIN E. CONNOR 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Logan, Colorado, Novem- 
 ber 15, 1917. Age, 18 years. 
 
 The other partner in the firm of Connor and Fugle- 
 burg is here represented; although not of Jewish, 
 descent he had the capacity of making money during 
 his spare moments. He was always busy manufactur- 
 ing souvenirs to be sold. Notwithstanding his aptitude 
 for work, Eddie also enjoyed short periods of pleasure. 
 He would even travel as far as fourteen kilometers into 
 the country and procure a chicken or rabbit dinner on 
 a rainy Sunday. After one such trip he returned to 
 the barracks in such an exhausted condition that it was 
 necessary to put him between his blankets. Eddie's 
 favorite ship was old No. 24. He came into prominence 
 at Ourches as Life Guard. 
 
 CLARENCE M. LAKIN ' 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November d, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 Cousins we all have, hut it is doubtful if any among 
 us can boast of more than Clarence. He was seldom 
 known to mention an acquaintance back home without 
 referring to that person as being a cousin, bis relative 
 in Florida being most frequently remarked about. 
 It would he interesting to know what he had to tell 
 his cousins at home about his cousins in Pagny-sur- 
 Meuse. One fireside argument he would never yield to 
 was the fact that sausage with sage was preferable to 
 that without. As a mechanic he alone knew the secret 
 of starting old No. 24 during her last days upon the 
 field. 
 
 Kl'SSELL A. HOLLEY 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 July 2S, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 Lengthy and awkward, always at home, he it among 
 the wilds of Montana or at some Broadway festival. 
 Kelly Field seldom saw him except at Headquarters or 
 during the early hours of the morning as he arrived 
 from the city. In France, Russell acquired consid- 
 erable fame as a canteen worker and photograph dis- 
 tributer, being very successful at both vocations. In 
 taking charge of details he was also successful. His 
 greatest piece of work was the hangar excavation in 
 solid rock at Ourches, never to lie forgotten by cer- 
 tain members of the Squadron. His aspiration to be- 
 
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 come a high-flyer was never realized as the Kaiser 
 quit too soon. 
 
 THOMAS A. SUTTON 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 7, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 Kentucky kept us informed that she was still a part 
 of the I'nited States by sending "Corn-cracker" along 
 with us. He was able to give us much valuable advice 
 regarding farming in the Kentucky region, and also a 
 few points on the "moonshine" business. At one time 
 he was a member of the "can-openers" union, but 
 graduated after a short course in the kitchen. When 
 excited, with raised voice, it became necessary for us 
 to stop our ears because of the shrillness of his tones. 
 Long live the "Corn-cracker." 
 
 WILLIS C. BLOUCH 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, 
 November 15, 1917. Age, 18 years. 
 
 Music bath its charms, but we can truthfully say 
 that few of us were ever charmed by the bugle notes 
 which this musician forced upon us. At Ourches his 
 daily calls were sure to command attention and re- 
 marks of not altogether flattering nature. Outside of 
 bis attempts to "toot the horn" Blough was a mighty 
 good fellow and enjoyed one streak of good luck while 
 in France — that of meeting his brother on several oc- 
 casions at Chatillon-sur-Seinc, a pleasure such as few 
 of the rest of us enjoyed while away from home. 
 
 HENRY B. McBRIDE 
 
 Entered the Army at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 
 November 21, 1917. Age, 28 years. 
 
 Our first remembrance of "Mac" was at Kelly Field, 
 adorned with a white felt hat which he cast aside for 
 a real campaign bonnet. Again, we saw him at Ourches 
 decked with a steel helmet because of the dangerous 
 nature of his work within the dugout. About this 
 time "Mac" and Rosic had an exciting trip to Vau- 
 couleurs, concerning which they had a great deal to say 
 that evening. As a mechanic this gentleman became 
 efficient and learned not to attempt stopping propellers 
 while in action. "Mac" well remembers the eve of his 
 departure from Chatillon. 
 
 FREDERICK J. GORDON 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 18, 1917. Age, 29 years. 
 
 "Shorty" was with the Squadron since its forma- 
 tion. Hard-boiled; telling what's what and why; always 
 kicking. At Ourches his pastime was that of carrying 
 around a paper and pencil, checking up all absentees. 
 If he liked you, you were sitting pretty, for few of the 
 boys had the nerve to run into "Tut's" tongue. Made 
 heaucoup francs at Chatillon out of pictures. Took 
 great pleasure in sports. Hard luck was his hoodoo, for 
 it got him on board the boat, twice at Ourches, and in 
 a baseball game at Chatillon. At Ourches, his midnight 
 experience with Pvt. Canaday caused him to receive 
 
 sufficient wounds to wan ant the wearing of a wound 
 chevron. "Shorty" has no sympathy for the pessimist, 
 claiming that to he cheerful in the Army you've got to 
 be an optimist. 
 
 JOHN J. WEINZIERL 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 21, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 Tins man came from the far-famed city oi Bayonne, 
 whose beauties he was never backward in relating. At 
 Kelly Field his friend "Nick" enjoyed singing him that 
 old familiar song entitled, "I Wonder How the Old 
 Folks Are at Home?" In France "Johnnie" was always 
 happy but forever wishing himself back home, and on 
 that score he was not alone. At Ourches it was a 
 common sight to see the men duck his details because 
 he liked to see them work. As a mechanic he learned 
 a few things about airplanes. His position as crew- 
 chief entitled him to ride in the "rear", a pastime 
 which enabled "Johnnie" to command "attention" back 
 home. 
 
 SAMUEL BLUESTE1X 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Upton, Yew York, Octo- 
 ber 12, 1917. Age, 21 years. 
 
 Although a native of Brooklyn, since his entrance 
 into the Squadron he was always considered one of the 
 "Siamese Twins". He demonstrated his dexterity at 
 Ourches as a "pick artist" and was among the first to 
 receive the "High Private" chevrons. He also had the 
 distinction of being the first to visit Paris, where he 
 donned a wound chevron in sitting for a photograph. 
 At Chatillon-sur-Seine when assigned to K. P. one day- 
 he was the victim of a conspiracy. It was decided that 
 the last man to arrive at the kitchen was to wash the 
 pans. Sam rose early on that morning but one of the 
 other members of the K. P. crew hid one of "Sammy's" 
 shoes and consequently Sammy had to wash the pans. 
 
 JOSEPH E. PETERS 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Meade, Maryland, Sep- 
 tember 22, 1917. Age, 30 years. 
 
 "Shorty" was so full of fun that to be alone for an 
 hour would hurt his feelings. Always welcomed by the 
 boys, as he managed to keep them in good humor. He 
 was among the last to retire and the first to arise, often 
 getting up and starting a fire on cold mornings, long 
 before reveille. The work at Ourches did not appeal 
 to Joe, though lus efforts were rewarded by a "High 
 Private" chevron. Chatillon found "Pete" on the field, 
 and how that boy did pray for a ship to be without 
 its motor. Enjoyed reading the Philadelphia news- 
 papers and writing letters. Made friends with the 
 "Boche" at Camp No. 38 and managed to obtain some 
 good souvenirs. 
 
 THOMAS D. CORCORAN 
 Entered the Army at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 
 November 27, 1917. Age, 24 years. 
 
 A former 376th man. The proud wearer of one gold 
 
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 stripe. Built like an ox, and looked it. Was quite a 
 lady killer hack home, so he said. "Cork" was easy 
 going and would rather he hossed than tell the other 
 fellow what to do. He was a private, but didn't care 
 if he could only get home to his flivver and the girl. 
 Worked rather than idle his time away on the field. 
 Preferred a Liberty to any other plane because it was 
 easier to keep clean. 
 
 ELMER R. REEDER 
 
 Entered the Army at Columbus Barracks, Ohio, Octo- 
 ber 2S, 1917. Age, 28 years. 
 
 Among the last to arrive at Ourches on March 2nd 
 was this gentleman. When we stopped at Vaucouleurs, 
 Reeder decided that the rations provided by the Q. M. 
 for the trip did not include all that his taste desired; 
 so he detrained at that town, purchased refreshments, 
 lost the train, and was obliged to hike it the rest of 
 the way. At Chatillon he worked in the Transportation 
 as chauffeur and had the misfortune of being overcome 
 by the heat on one occasion, necessitating his having to 
 stay all night at a nearby town, lie was considered too 
 altruistic when in charge of the hath house, rendering 
 good service to everyone hut himself. He was adven- 
 turous and can tell the Michigan farmers many inter- 
 esting tales. 
 
 HARRY CUNNINGHAM 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 9, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 \ non-chauffing chauffeur who hung out at the Radio 
 while the rest of the boys were working. During the 
 summer when there were plenty of flying hours, you 
 could hear Harry swearing away in the observer's 
 cockpit. He was forever wondering why it was that 
 he and a couple of the other fellows had to do all the 
 work on that "blooming field." Glad to be a non-com as 
 it kept him from guard and K. F. Smoked "Bull" so 
 that his purse might grow. An ideal man for K. P. 
 Mated Ourches because he had to work there like 
 
 H . With all his faults, the Squadron could stand 
 
 main' more like him. 
 
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 DOUGLAS JOHNSTON 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 April 7, 1917. Age. IS Near. 
 
 This gentleman had experience in airplane work 
 with an American Aero Squadron which received its 
 training in Canada. Was transferred into the Squad- 
 ron at Garden City, New York, shortly before our 
 departure. He was one of the first members of the 
 Squadron to go on leave, which was a "French" leave 
 at Ourches, Did a great deal in the construction of the 
 narrow gauge railroad at Ourches after his evening 
 chow Winked as a chauffeur at Chatillon and per- 
 formed his duty well. Was always willing to argue 
 with anyone on any subject at any time. 
 
 I-.DW IX FRANCIS 
 
 Entered the Army at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 
 November 19, 1917. Age. 2(1 years. 
 
 An honest and sincere young man. Evidently received 
 a strong moral training, which we are glad to record 
 he had the nerve to hold on to. At Ourches he worked 
 with the boys and for them, along with "Parson" Fred 
 Davis. \ er\ little manual labor did this future "Evan- 
 gelist" accomplish. At Chatillon he proved to the 
 Squadron that he had wisdom galore; this, by offering 
 his services to the "Y" Secretary, Mr. Webster. Great 
 indeed was his pleasure when Miss Mann arrived on 
 the scene. Francis then had a real chum ; also plenty 
 of hot chocolate and cakes. 
 
 RICHARD II PATTERSON 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 19, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 "Dick" hailed from the Green Mountain State, which 
 fact accounted for the ease with which he took up 
 Army life. His stay in Texas took from him a great 
 many pounds of superfluous flesh, while at Ourches it 
 was the motorcycle for his. On arriving at Chatillon, 
 having knowledge of telegraphy, he was assigned to 
 the Radio Department, remaining there until our depar- 
 ture. Did a great deal of work in keeping the wire- 
 less in first class condition. Here, the boy was worked 
 very hard hut was able to stand the pace, and this did 
 much to hold the Squadron in an enviable position. 
 
 GEORGE B. GLENDENNING 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 17, 1917. Age, 27 years. 
 
 A very quiet young man who had seen a great deal 
 of the world. Hard worker. Fair in his dealings 
 toward the men. The recipient of numerous boxes. 
 Had an opportunity to visit the British Front and made 
 the most of it. The possessor of numerous souvenirs. 
 Studied advanced English so as to be able to orate 
 upon his doings. A crew' chief on the field, who wil- 
 lingly allowed his men to rest while waiting for a new- 
 motor. 
 
 JOHN GNEHM 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York, 
 August 21, 1917. Age, 31 years. 
 
 "Faithful" John came to the Squadron at Chatillon 
 as a mess sergeant. Hard as he tried to satisfy the 
 hoys it was no go. Sickness took him from the kitchen. 
 probably caused by his fondness for raw prunes, and 
 later we saw him on the Squadron detail doing his 
 work each day in a faithful manner. This work proved 
 too slow for John and he finally wound up as a clerk 
 in the Engineering Department. At Genicart he labored 
 in the "mill" and continually brought fresh rumors, 
 thereby boosting the hoys' spirits. 
 
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 VIRGIL J. McELUERRY 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort McDowell, California, 
 April 9, 1917. Age, 19 years. 
 
 Another Californian whose only desire was to get 
 hack to the land of sunshine and honey. Of an easy- 
 going disposition, "Mac" fitted in anywhere in the 
 Squadron life to the enjoyment of his friends. Was 
 one of the oldest soldiers in point of service in the 
 outfit. Did whatever he was told. Work on the field 
 made him happy as he had ambitions to become a good 
 motor man. Fond of reading, smoking, and other 
 Armv pastimes. Had travelled to many parts of the 
 globe. 
 
 EZRA KNIGHT 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas, Kentucky, 
 November 7, 1917. Age, 26 years. 
 
 We can thank this gentleman for keeping our faces 
 clean at Ourches and Marsas, where he managed the 
 Squadron tonsorial parlor. Quite often would he tell, 
 in the presence of officers and enlisted men, how gen- 
 erouslv some one had tipped him, which was a diplo- 
 matic way to inform those who were next that he 
 never took offense if offered a tip. The scheme worked 
 well. During what was thought to be an air raid at 
 Ourches he emerged with gas mask and helmet. Should 
 be given a Croix de Guerre as a story teller. 
 
 PRESENT MEMBERS WHO DO NOT APPEAR 
 ON PHOTOGRAPHS 
 
 RAY SCHENCK 
 
 Entered the Army at Fort Thomas Kentucky, 
 November 13, 1917. Age, _'_' years. 
 
 Ray was well liked by every fellow in the Squadron. 
 At different times be held positions from "Top" down 
 to private in charge of details. Was blessed with a 
 personality that enabled him to mix with them all. 
 Afraid of no one, yet considerate of all. A cracker- 
 jack at drilling. Insisted that his platoon was the best 
 drilled in the outfit. Always neat and happy. Had 
 feet that simply would not keep still — forever doing 
 the clog dances. Claimed to have seen enough of the 
 world and uniforms, as he had served a turn in the 
 Navy as well as in the Army. Was noted for his bow- 
 legs. Had a "conference" with the medical Major at 
 Ourches. 
 
 SAMUEL .1. RHODES 
 
 Entered the Army at Jefferson Barracks, Missouri, 
 November 8, 1917. Age, 2? years. 
 
 When we think of Rhodes we think of "Contact" 
 and his cheer leading on the evening previous to our 
 departure from Chatillon. He was editor of "Con- 
 tact" and deserves credit for the interest created. He 
 was a convincing speaker and took pleasure in address- 
 ing audiences. Hard to convince him that he was in 
 error. Liked the girls, and many of the French made- 
 moiselles fell for Sam. Also took pleasure in playing 
 poker. His knowledge of French was especially ad- 
 vantageous to him when on business trips and on 
 leave. Although a lover of boxing he never partici- 
 pated in the sport, always taking a spectator's seat. 
 
 EVERETT deGRAY READ 
 Entered the Army at Camp Upton, New York, 
 December 24, 1917. Age, 22 years. 
 
 This gentleman had at one time ambitions to be a 
 pilot, to see how it felt to travel where there were no 
 "traffic coppers," but unavoidable circumstances pre- 
 vented him from being one and he remained on the 
 ground. With his cute little moustache and the del iray 
 part of his name, he could easily have passed in France 
 as one of the nobility. He worked well in Chatillon, 
 which was the first flying field he was on while in the 
 A. E. F. Everett always favored the conservation of 
 energy theory, and his one ambition was to return to 
 civil life and freedom. 
 
 CHESTER REID 
 
 Entered the Army at Camp Upton, New York, Sep- 
 tember 23, 1917. Age, 26 years. 
 
 While in the National Army this man proudly donned 
 the insignia worn by a corporal, but it was ruled by 
 the "powers that be" that men transferred to other or- 
 ganizations at that time would lose their rating and 
 this gentleman became one of the unfortunates. He 
 liked to talk a great deal, but said little. Was the 
 "other man" with Lent when they missed the truck- 
 carrying soldiers on leave at Troves back to Chatillon. 
 He related many times wdiile in the Army of his expe- 
 riences as an engineer. 
 
 W II. LI AM J. LANE 
 Entered the Army at Fort Slocum, New York. Age, 
 32 years. 
 
 Spent most of his time in the Supply Department. 
 Made several "business" trips to Paris. Not at all 
 satisfied with the world as it is. 
 
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 97 
 
 MEN WHO WERE TRANSFERRED FROM THE SQUADRON 
 
 WHILE IN FRANCE 
 
 JAMES P. ATWELL 
 "Buck" stayed with the Squadron after its formation 
 until honorably discharged in December of 1918. As 
 an originator of new expressions be was a king-pin: 
 "sunboint", "Nigger", "youse boids", and "play me dirty" 
 being the most common. It was always the Sergeant's 
 delight to lead. Ourches found him in charge of the 
 Powder Monkeys and Cave Diggers. At Chatillon he 
 was, for a time, Top Kick, in charge of "Van" and 
 "Butt", and later was "Chauffeur of the Bath." 
 
 WILLIAM C. BRANDT 
 "Bill" hailed from somewhere on the Jersey Coast. A 
 member of the original outfit, this soldier stuck with 
 us until the Armistice was signed and then he was off 
 to see Germany. As a laborer this soldier had few 
 superiors, as Bill generally had outlined his plan of 
 procedure the evening before. Bill died at Lemans 
 when awaiting his turn to go home. 
 
 NELSON B. CHILDERS 
 
 A native of Oklahoma, who on pay day split his 
 wages with the tailor. Nelson was always one of the 
 neatest soldier in the outfit. His "old issue" was for- 
 ever creased, and many requested of Nelson to be 
 allowed to wear his "best" whenever there was a big 
 time on. A member of our touring part) to see 
 Germany. 
 
 WILLIAM J. DORNEY 
 
 Bill entered our midst at Chatillon, where he worked 
 on the field and in the Engineering Supply House. Here 
 he became affected with ear trouble and had to leave 
 the Squadron. It was with regret that he saw him 
 depart, as his agreeableness was appreciated by all. 
 
 ROLAND PALEY 
 One of the thirty men who came to the outfit in 
 August. Our strongest remembrances of him are those 
 of a born Englishman who certainly did much to offset 
 the prejudiced feelings some of us had for England. 
 A quiet and willing worker, always accomplishing his 
 "bit". He was fortunate in obtaining an honorable 
 discharge soon after the Armistice. It was his letter, 
 written from England, telling of the trials of a soldier 
 going through the "mill", that informed us what was 
 awaiting us before we hit the boat. 
 
 TAMES E. ROSENHEIM 
 "Rosie" was one of the boys who was a friend to 
 everyone. His services were always of the best. Work- 
 ing early and late to accomplish all possible, his efforts 
 were rewarded by the C. O. designating him to attend 
 the Officers' Training Camp. We understand that Jim 
 made good. 
 
 ARTHUR SCHIELER 
 The other soldier from Wausau. We lost Arthur 
 on account of sickness. This misfortune left Boiler 
 alone to uphold the reputation of their burg. His work 
 
 at Ourches and Chatillon was commendable. Occa- 
 sionally he has written the boys and always was anxious 
 to hear of our doings. 
 
 AUGUST SCHLOSSER 
 Adopted by us on the eve of our departure for 
 Garden City. Until our farewell from the States he 
 was known as one of the "Gold Dust Twins". The 
 "Wanderers" claimed August as one of them and 
 thereafter he participated in all their picnics. 
 
 HAROLD SHIELDS 
 "Big Boy" entered the Squadron from the lines at 
 Kelly Field. A native of Maine, who delighted in 
 working hard. Harold never had the desire to be 
 bossed about. The first man to sit on a disc harrow at 
 Ourches. Worked on a ship crew at Chatillon. His 
 ship was forced to land at Courban, where "Big Boy" 
 was bit by the prop. This accident took him away from 
 us and bis loss was felt b\ all. 
 
 THEODORE P. SMITH 
 "Teddy" first saw the light of day somewhere in 
 Pennsylvania. As an original member of this outfit 
 Theodore desired to fly. Kelly Field was a dead hole 
 for "Ted", though he did duck fatigue by playing foot- 
 ball. As the war was drawing to a close this ambitious 
 youth was sent off to flying school, where he earned his 
 pilot's wings and a commission. 
 
 ROBERT J. STEEN 
 
 "Bob" applied his intellect and wit in trying to beat 
 the officers, although on certain occasions he worked 
 very hard. He hob-nobbed with the Medics, through 
 whose influence he was marked "Quarters and "Light 
 Duty." Resigned from the Squadron to visit Germain-. 
 LOUIS P. STEPHENSON 
 
 "Louie" saw action with the Squadron from Kelly 
 Field to Chatillon, at which place be was injured and 
 sent home. As a "cave digger" this boy was a bear. 
 Large were the rocks which bis wheelbarrow hauled 
 from the dugout to the road. Being crew chief on an 
 A. R. served to stimulate the "High Private" to greater 
 activities. His unfortunate accident was regreted by 
 all. 
 
 EARL C. TEMPLE 
 
 A line man at Kelly Field whose habits soon made 
 themselves known to the outfit. "Goosey Earl" cer- 
 tainly was a favorite. Ourches saw him driving one 
 of the best P'ackards in camp. Shortly after our ar- 
 rival at Chatillon the rheumatism got him so bad that 
 he accepted the offer to go home, somewhere in Iowa. 
 LEE A. TRAW 
 
 An oil fiend from Oklahoma who was forever trying 
 to josh the troops. This unsophisticated youth took it 
 into his head to go and see Germany. Along with some 
 more soldiers from the camp, to took the 8-or-40 to the 
 front. 
 
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 ^?Te639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 W< 
 
 SUNNY TEXAS 
 
 Have you ever been in Texas, where the sun shines 
 bright, 
 
 Where the sand flies high, and the mosquitoes bite? 
 
 One day it's hotter than the 4th of July. 
 
 And the next it's so cold that you nearly die. 
 
 You go to lied a night, and Oh, my! what a heat. 
 
 You'd almost prefer to sleep in the street; 
 
 But you awaken towards morning and shake like a pup, 
 
 There's snow on the floor, a storm has come up; 
 
 A terrible wind from the northwest is blowing. 
 
 Stinging your face, hard feeling bestowing. 
 
 The next day it rains and thaws out the snow, 
 
 A batter of mud is formed, a good foot deep or so. 
 
 Tlie country all around is cpiite inspiring 
 
 With its prickly cactus, that gets no admiring. 
 
 Here and there an herb, and in places a shrub; 
 
 A waterless creek as deep as a tub; 
 
 All through the country no grass to be seen, 
 
 Tho patches of thistles are found nice and green. 
 
 The sandy land, with its large flat plain 
 
 Is enough to give a poor fellow a pain. 
 
 It reminds him of the Sahara so great, 
 
 Where nothing hut camels can maintain a gait. 
 
 Sunny Texas, however fine it may be, 
 
 Couldn't have ever been made for me. 
 
 DAHLE. 
 
 ISSUE DAY 
 
 I did my hit of fighting 
 
 Standing at the old tent door, 
 As an office boy and manager 
 
 Of my little Army store. 
 
 Here I handed out the clothing 
 
 And saw men's passions rise, 
 When they'd come back strong and argue 
 
 That I gave them the wrong size. 
 
 How strange indeed it seemed to me 
 
 These sizes were not true, 
 But I consoled the multitude 
 
 With, "I'll see what I can do." 
 
 I took the French shoes promptly 
 
 To the Quartermaster Corps, 
 And told them that the gunboats 
 
 Were surely made for Noah. 
 
 He said that that was all he had, 
 
 But expected other kinds, 
 So we had to be contented 
 
 W ith those hated twenty-nines. 
 
 JOHN P.. BURNS, 
 
 Supply Sergeant. 
 
 [ndoor Sports After ray Day. 
 
 HfRES 
 OME YilO 
 TWO SER- 
 VICE 
 STRlPgS 
 
 WHAT TO DO 
 
 If you think you have the Coo-coos 
 
 Do not cry, 
 Boil your clothes and take a hath. 
 
 They will die; 
 They are cunning little fellows. 
 
 So they tell, 
 And they itch and bite, and scratch me 
 
 Just like hell. 
 Though I've belted 'em and flayed 'em, 
 Can you tell me just who made 'em? 
 In my heart I know it wasn't "Gunga Din." 
 
 — "A Rude Kipling.' 
 
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 99 
 
 Getting Rid <>r Surplus Earth at ' 'inches 
 
 LE CHEMIN DE FER d'OURCHES 
 
 Some towns of France are on the maps 
 And some like Ourches not, 
 
 But Observation Group, First Corps, 
 Can't get along like that. 
 
 They built it in the morning rain, 
 Clear up a smooth, steep hill, 
 
 And used it in the afternoon 
 Against old Kaiser Bill. 
 
 They needed stones to make a park, 
 And needed other things as bad ; 
 
 So they settled on a railroad, 
 
 Built of all the things they had. 
 
 Altlio' it's only rocks they haul, 
 It's all part of the game, 
 
 For all the war's not in a trench, 
 And some of it is tame. 
 
 'Tis true the track is narrow gauge, 
 But all "Jerk" lines start small, 
 
 And it's built upon a slope so steep, 
 That the grade looks mighty tall. 
 
 All day the cars go up and down 
 To keep the hungry crusher fed, 
 
 For making big ones into small ones 
 Is no so easy as 'tis said. 
 
 The Captain was the engineer 
 
 Who planned out this new- "Jerk" 
 
 And Orange was the M. S. E. 
 Who made the soldiers work. 
 
 The soldiers do their work quite well 
 Xe'er thinking of a D. S. < . 
 
 And they make the rock piles dwindle- 
 As part of their job, you see. 
 
 And when this war is a thing of the past, 
 And the Boche is drowned in his guilt, 
 
 We'll all agree that the Chemin de Fer d'Ourches 
 Was the greatest road ever built. 
 
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 ■We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 MY FIRST RIDE IN AN AIRPLANE 
 
 As a large number of the men in the Squadron had 
 heen up in the plains and had told of their experiences, 
 it was my desire, also, to "go up once" and see just 
 what the sensations were. 
 
 1 had pestered the life out of the Flight Officer time 
 and time again, until one day he told me to be handy 
 to the office and he would take me up. The next day 
 u.is one of anxious waiting, for I expected at any 
 moment to be called cm the 'phone. Every time it rang, 
 I said to myself, "Here is where 'Bevo' takes a flop." 
 1 was a real brave fellow up to the time I was assured 
 that I was going to get my ride. Then I began to 
 
 ning around with a whirling sound that drowned out 
 the voices of the mechanics who had been working 
 on the 'plane. Then the blocks were pulled away and 
 we taxied out to the "T," where we waited for the 
 word "Go" from the officer in charge of the "T." 
 
 While sitting there waiting for the word, I was 
 looking for a place to put my hands and feet, making 
 sure that they didn't interfere with any of the controls. 
 On receiving the flag, which was the signal to go, louder 
 roared the motor and off we went, bumping and bounc- 
 ing along, headed for the first hangar at terrific 
 speed. About two hundred feet from the hangar I 
 
 Chatillon and ttit Camp as Bevo Saw Them 
 
 recount all the crashes, spills, etc., 1 had personally 
 seen, and others I had heard about, and simultaneously 
 wondered if anything might possibly happen to me. 
 Now that my chance to flirt with the clouds had come, 
 it had lost something of its novelty. However, the 
 afternoon passed with no call for me to take my ride. 
 
 The next morning about eight o'clock the Flight 
 Officer walked into the office, so I screwed up courage 
 and asked him about my ride. He took me off my feet 
 with the reply that he was ready and that I would find 
 a flying suit in the flight office. It was too late for me 
 to hack down then and, rather dazed, I made my way 
 to the flying field. There I received a flying suit, 
 helmet, goggles, and everything that went with the 
 outfit, and was soon ready for the word "go." To be 
 frank, 1 was weak about the knees and blue around 
 the gills during the few moments I waited for the 
 Lieutenant. He soon arrived and we both started off. 
 
 He picked out a little dual control "Sop" and told 
 me to climb into the front seat. I didn't question him, 
 but did as I was told. The thought that came to me 
 then was "safety first," and the first thing I did was 
 to look for the safety belt! After locating it, I buckled 
 it around me, and by that time the propeller was spin- 
 
 felt the tail rise and I knew we were off. Suddenly 
 he nosed her up and we kept climbing and climbing 
 until we were free from all the buildings and hangars 
 and had plenty of space in which to take care of 
 ourselves. 
 
 Oh! wdiat a feeling. I was all cuddled up in the 
 seat, but after the 'plane straightened out I got up 
 courage enough to look over the side on the city of 
 Chatillon, below. At that moment I felt like a regular 
 aviator and said to myself, "Flying is nothing — it only 
 looks hard," but at that moment we went into a steep 
 bank and I thought it was all off for me. I began to 
 think of home and wondered wdio would take care of 
 Mary Brodie if we crashed. Presently we straightened 
 out and, following this little fright, we flew over 
 fifteen minutes without a bank, dive, or loop. 
 
 Now we were far above the clouds, breaking through 
 an open place now and then. I will never forget the 
 scenery below. Roads looked like long, crooked strings, 
 winding in and out, hidden in places by the woods only 
 to appear again. The towns and villages appeared to 
 be huddled together in small clusters, and the whole 
 earth looked plain, as one cannot tell from the air just 
 where the hills are. Interrupting my survey of the 
 
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 101 
 
 beautiful scenery, the 'plane suddenly dropped, render- 
 ing a sensation as though the bottom and myself were 
 falling through. It stood me up straight, my head 
 bumped the top wing, and 1 sat back in my seat again. 
 We were then on our way to the ground, but where 
 we were going to land I could not tell. 
 
 We were rising and falling, banking and climbing, 
 and about everything an old "Sop" can do. My health 
 had been pretty good up to that time, but suddenly 
 my stomach seemed to be up around my neck, and this 
 after forty minutes in the air. I looked down once 
 more and observed what seemed to be several small 
 white tents below. We went into a dive, but I couldn't 
 tell whether we were going down or sailing along on 
 the level, so I just held on for dear life. Presentlj I 
 regained consciousness and saw that we were about 
 to laud and that the supposedly small tents were the 
 large hangars we had left some time before. We then 
 circled the field and made a perfect landing, taxieing 
 back to the hangar from where we started. 
 
 When the machine stopped I didn't know whether 
 to sit there in the 'plane or get out. I was as weak as 
 though 1 had just finished a long day's work swinging 
 the pick at Ourches. However, I gathered what little 
 pep was left me and climbed out, thanked the Lieu- 
 tenant, and went staggering down the field like a sailor, 
 just back from a six months' voyage, returning from a 
 "wonderful" shore leave. 
 
 Now that I bad had my first ride in an airplane, I 
 was satisfied, though I can't understand to this day 
 why a pilot wants to turn his 'plane on a cinq centime 
 piece when he has the whole sky to do it in. 
 
 I was the happiest fellow in France to have my two 
 flat feet on the ground once more, never again to pester 
 the Flight Officer for a ride. It was "finis" me for 
 airplanes. R. M. BURNS, "BEVO." 
 
 A RECORD FOR SPEED 
 
 OR 
 
 COAXING A LAME STEAM ROLLER 
 
 In order to complete certain construction work at 
 Ourches, it became necessary to have a steam roller. 
 A machine of this kind was available but it was located 
 at Vaucouleurs and must be brought to Ourches over 
 the road and under its own power. There was but 
 one man in camp, who, to our knowledge, had any 
 previous experience in operating such a clumsy piece 
 of machinery, and that was Schultz, an ex-locomotive 
 engineer. Therefore, he was dispatched with an able 
 assistant, Ted Smith by name, to navigate the iron 
 monster over the nine kilometers of roadwaj sepa- 
 rating our cam]) from Vaucouleurs. They managed, 
 with some difficulty, to get the required amount of 
 steam, and after a little more trouble the thing began 
 to move upon the manipulation of the proper lexers 
 But then their troubles commenced. One thing after 
 another delayed their progress and after three days 
 they pulled into the small village of I'gny. Here they 
 left the balky brute by the wayside and returned to 
 camp for more supplies, a distance of not more than 
 three kilometers. With a fresh stock of fuel and other 
 necessities, Schultz, with a new assistant, Harvey Coale, 
 returned and got under wa\ once more, hoping against 
 hope that they might arrive at camp before the shades 
 of evening fell. This pleasure was granted them, for 
 without further serious trouble they managed to steam 
 up the main highway into camp during the afternoon, 
 with all colors flying and the whistle blowing to 
 announce to all that they bad finally arrived. They 
 were received with much laughter, but they argued that 
 they had had a good trip and had traveled slowly 
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 THE LAST TWO DAYS AT CHATILLON 
 
 The 89th Squadron's placid departure on January 
 12th provoked considerable comment on the part of 
 the members of the 639th. It was beyond our compre- 
 hension how an organization, so long established in 
 the place, could take its final leave so undemonstratively 
 and so utterly lacking in enthusiasm. On that occasion 
 the 639th resolved that its departure should he a 
 memorable event, both to the Chatillonais and to the 
 numerous Yanks at the Post. 
 
 March 7th was destined to figure as the "day of 
 days" for the 639th Squadron. On the morning of 
 March 6th, each and every man packed his barrack 
 bag and discarded all excess accumulations. The 
 quarters presented a somewhat deserted appearance 
 after everyone bad packed up. Imitations to dinner 
 in town were numerous, many French people providing 
 the equivalent to the "fatted calf" for this exceptional 
 occasion. As some of them explained, they were about 
 to lose those toward whom they bad acted as "mar- 
 raines," in accord with that commendable French 
 custom. A "marrainc" is a maiden, or not, fair or 
 decidedly otherwise, who selects a soldier, and interests 
 herself in his welfare. Usually the soldier receives 
 from his marraine letters, smokes, and when practicable 
 as is the case in the Armee Francaise, hospitality while 
 (hi permission. It was their pleasure to take dinner 
 "chez" their marraines at least once a week, a powerful 
 influence to counteract the ennui that comes occasional]} 
 tn those so far from home. 
 
 In spite of the general visiting on the 6th, the boys 
 did not fail to consider plans for a final celebration 
 that evening. A parade was decided upon. Sam 
 Rhodes, Ranahan, and Paul Byrne were assiduously 
 engaged composing words to be sung to familiar airs, 
 while another bunch sought Lieutenant Mitchell and 
 obtained bis permission to utilize the fuselage of dis- 
 mantled Sop. 21, and the field dolly for the occasion. 
 The fuselage was mounted on the dolly and secured 
 with ropes. Whitworth painted a dragon bead on its 
 nose and added such inscriptions as: "Nous allons 
 partir pour l'Amerique toute de suite," "An revoir 
 Mademoiselles de Chatillon," "Fini Cognac," etc. Ban- 
 ners were made bearing similar wordings. Enthusiasm 
 increased and everyone expressed his intention to 
 participate in the parade. 
 
 At 6 o'clock, the men assembled in the Mess Hall to 
 rehearse the songs and yells which had been adapted 
 to the occasion. The noises from the Mess Shack 
 could have lead one to imagine a student rally, but 
 'twas only 639ers preparing for their grand an revoir 
 peerade. Inasmuch as the 157th was to leave on the 
 same train, w'e invited them to participate in our 
 demonstrations, and they accepted. Though the 157th 
 was a "live" bunch, they couldn't equal the enthusiasm 
 of the 639ers, and eventually took but a small part in 
 the lark. 
 
 At 6:30 the bunch "fell in" on the road leading 
 toward Chatillon, tarrying briefly to receive a final 
 exhortation from Top-Kick York, who called on the 
 men to put in all the "pep" they bad. The "Fuselage 
 Monster," gayly bedecked with various flags, headed 
 the parade, with "Dad" Waddel in the pilot's cock-pit, 
 and Harvey Coale occupying the observer's seat. The 
 "Monster" was drawn by ropes on both sides by a 
 dozen men The Squadron followed in regular forma- 
 tion, a few of the 157th falling in with us. 
 
 Tom Yohe, whose "long suit" bad always been 
 exploding detonators or lighting signal flares at most 
 
 Main Exhibit in the Bis Parade 
 
 inopportune times, rendered yeoman service on this 
 occasion. With a large haversack loaded with signal 
 rockets and flares, obtained through Tom's own peculiar 
 ingenuity, be marched along with the gang, and sent 
 tqi flares as the Squadron started off toward town, 
 while everyone sang "Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here," 
 as lustily as possible. Occasionally a halt was called 
 and the "sky-rocket" yell was given for the 639th, 
 followed by another for the 157th. As we passed 
 through the main part of Chatillon and everybody was 
 singing with all bis might, the windows and doorways 
 on both sides of the streets became thronged with 
 curious Frenchmen, who bad not seen nor heard 
 anything similar to this since the day of the Armistice. 
 It was with considerable apprehension that we 
 approached the M. P. at the foot of the lull. But we 
 were relieved when, in passing" headquarters, a group 
 of M. P.s looked on at the orderly riot with only blank 
 amazement. If the M. P.s had any inclination to 
 interfere they quickly reconsidered, after one look at 
 the long parade. The farther the parade advanced, the 
 greater became the enthusiasm, Yohe's pyrotechnics 
 maintaining pace with the general progress. By this 
 time the French population was fully aroused and 
 cognizant of the fact that 639 was surely celebrating 
 its departure. 
 
 By 7:3(1, the procession arrived at the Hotel de 
 Ville and five minutes later filed into the "Jardin du 
 Mairie" and halted while a large assembly gathered 
 round to take in the "doings." "Dusty" Rhodes, Paul 
 Bvrne, Ranahan, and York ascended to the band stand. 
 
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 103 
 
 Paul Byrne and Ranahan duetted, the crowd joining in 
 and repeating the chorus. From "We Hate to Leave 
 You" we went right through our entire repertoire 
 several times, interspercing the songs with "beaucoup" 
 sky-rocket and locomotive yells, which were ably led 
 by "Dusty" Rhodes. These last were surely a revelation 
 to the French and added to their astonishment. After 
 the songs and speeches the march was resumed and 
 continued up Rue de la Gare to Rue dc Chaumont, 
 thence down by the Hotel de la Poste, where a halt 
 was called. Paul Byrne and Ranahan mounted the 
 fuselage and again we exhausted our collection of 
 songs and yells to the approval of the crowd of French 
 and American spectators that had gathered. Yohe 
 was on the job with a red and green flare that added 
 considerably to the scene. 
 
 Interesting indeed were the expressions noticeable 
 on the faces of the Yanks — officers and men, who were 
 among the spectators. It seemed as if every face there 
 registered envy, or at least deep longing; numerous 
 remarks we overheard confirming our conjectures on 
 that score. From the Hotel de la Poste, we proceeded 
 along Rue de L'Isle to L'Eglise Saint Nicolas, minus 
 any appreciable diminution in enthusiasm, though the 
 noise possibly decreased in volume, inasmuch as the 
 hunch by that time became quite hoarse, and the few 
 157th men who had started with us weakened before 
 we were well started. All along the line of march, on 
 the going and return trip, tobacco and cigarettes, of 
 the "issue" variety, sometimes known as the "reject 
 brand," were tossed to the French who chanced to be 
 nearest. At the foot of the hill we found further 
 evidence of the perfect co-operation and harmony 
 existing in the Squadron, in the truck which we found 
 waiting to help the "fuselage monster" up the hill and 
 over the last hard stretch of road between town and 
 camp. 
 
 On our return to the field the bunch lost no time in 
 piling up the hundred boxes or so that had previously 
 served as our personal lockers, and it then poured 
 "essence" on the immense heap and touched a match 
 to it. In Indian war-dance formation the hunch 
 serpentined around the blaze, singing and yelling with 
 all the vocal power that remained. The fire illumined 
 the sky for miles around. When Lieutenants Watts 
 and Wood were espied in the crowd, they were given 
 cheers, followed by cries of "Speech, Speech." These 
 affable "Loots" responded and both were profuse in 
 their praise of the work and character of the 639th. 
 They wished us all a speedy and safe return to "God's 
 country," and civil life. 
 
 At this juncture, Yohe lighted a flare that illumined 
 the skv for fully 20 minutes, while the men arranged 
 themselves in groups according to rank. The rankest 
 Sergeants 1st class and Buck Sergeants made up the 
 first group, the Corporals and Chauffeurs the second, 
 and the privates of both the "Buck" and "High" variety 
 
 the third. Each group in turn cheered for itself, the 
 "Private" aggregation easily carrying off the distinction 
 of having received the loudest acclamation. The three 
 groups then cheered "ensemble," producing a surprising 
 volume of noise. 
 
 An hour of celebration on the field left only a heap 
 of smoking embers, the closing incident occurring when 
 Ray Schenck auctioned off the ashes. Whether or not 
 the highest bidder carried off his award is unknown. 
 
 Captain Fritz, who had followed the parade a short 
 distance, unknown to the men, also occupied a very 
 inconspicuous position on the field for the reason, we 
 later learned, that he did not wish his presence to act 
 as a restraint on the enthusiasm of the men. We were 
 glad to know that he had witnessed the celebration, 
 and enjoyed it immensely. It is a safe wager that no 
 outfit, larger or smaller than ours, ever evidenced such 
 unity and squadron spirit with so unbounded an 
 enthusiasm. The affair was absolutely original, and 
 will undoubtedly remain the only one such — a testimo- 
 nial to the irrepressible spirit and initiative of the 
 639th Squadron. 
 
 The following excerpt from a letter received by 
 Lieutenant Snow from M. L. Richebourg, in whose 
 house he was billeted while at Chatillon, gives an idea 
 of what the French thought of our celebration and 
 indicates also how successful it was: 
 
 "Le lendeniain de votre depart l'aviation a dit un 
 grandiose adieu. On a promene par les rues un 
 avion a qu'on avait enleve les ailes et convert 
 descriptions; 'Finis Cognac,' etc., etc. Cela a fait 
 la joie des grands et des petits qui out suivi le 
 cortege en applaudissant." 
 
 TRANSLATED 
 
 "The day after your departure the aviation gave 
 an imposing farewell. They paraded through the 
 streets with an aeroplane from which the wings 
 had been removed and which was covered with 
 inscriptions: 'Fini < ognac,' etc., etc. It pleased 
 old and young alike who followed the procession 
 applauding." 
 
 Reveille roused us the morning after, somewhat 
 fatigued, but content with the thought that the "wished 
 for day" had arrived. Breakfast finished, everyone set 
 to work to complete the final preparations for departure. 
 In two hours, barrack bags were assembled in a heap 
 and blanket rolls made up. Every man then hit for 
 town for a final visit to his marraine. The baggage 
 detail remained behind and was kept busy loading 
 lia.^s and boxes on the camions, thence into the cars 
 after a trip to the station. Cheers hurst from the 
 little groups of 639ers scattered throughout the town 
 as the baggage-laden camions drove by, bound for the 
 station. 
 
 The majority of the fellows had returned to camp 
 by 4 o'clock, in conformity to the order of the day. 
 Slowly indeed did those last three hours in camp pass, 
 
104 
 
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 and the order at 7:30 to "Fall in" was certainly a 
 welcome one. A few instructions were delivered, 
 "Squads Right" was ordered, and the camp at Chatillon 
 and the 639th severed connections forever. 
 
 The Squadron started some time in advance of the 
 157th and displayed the usual "pep" singing on the 
 march through town. Every doorway and window 
 was thronged with French anxious to get a final 
 glimpse of their friends marching by. Unaccustomed 
 to long marches with full equipment, the singing sub- 
 sided somewhat before the station was reached, but 
 was quickly resumed when the cars were reached. 
 The men were then assigned to cars, climbed aboard 
 and each prepared to make himself as much at home 
 as the "40 Hommes 8 < hcvaux" voitures would permit. 
 
 About 10:30 our cars were connected up, and we 
 saw the last of "la belle Chatillon," perhaps forever 
 for the majority of us. 
 
 THE UNDERSTUDY'S RETROSPECTION OF 
 THE SUPPLY SERGEANT'S JOB 
 
 The Supply Sergeant's job was generally conceded 
 to be the biggest graft in the Army. The Supply 
 Sergeant and the Mess Sergeant were always repre- 
 sented hand in hand, but in most cases this representa- 
 tion was not correct. The Supply Sergeant seemed to 
 be the friend of anyone who was in a position where 
 there could be reciprocal benevolence. The Supply 
 Sergeant was severely censured; he did not have to 
 be too careful of his clothing; paper was easily 
 secured; little conveniences were unconsciously usurped. 
 He must necessarily have considered all who approached 
 him as solicitous thieves until they had performed some 
 act of unusual honesty before him. Therefore, he was 
 unpopular among the men, often the most unpopular 
 man in the organization, because so few realized his 
 position. 
 
 In the 639th Aero Squadron the Supply Sergeant had 
 no doubt — but certainly unintentionally — practiced some 
 of the regular Army Supply Sergeants' notorious graft. 
 He and the Mess Sergeant were attached with a mutual 
 end in view. But he accepted only those things which 
 were forced upon him, and then honorably considered 
 them as a kindness toward himself — not the job. When 
 he retired from his job, the same respect w'as shown 
 him, although he was no longer able to bestow favors. 
 Below this superficial layer of velvet, we believe that 
 the Supply Sergeant had more tribulations than any 
 man in the outfit. Since we are writing an "in 
 memoriam," we may pass on to express our truthful 
 
 retrospections. The Supply Sergeant was a medium 
 between a gang of rapacious soldiers and an exacting 
 officer, while he could please neither at the same time. 
 He was like the two-faced Janus who smiled on one 
 side, but frowned on the other. The nature of his 
 work was multifarious. He and the Understudy sorted 
 and counted the dirty salvage in order that we would 
 not outwit the Q. M. and still keep the "best policy" 
 immaculate. It was one of the Understudy's jobs to 
 clean the pistols, while his boss was accountable for 
 them. At one time a pistol was lost, and could not be 
 replaced, at which "his Nibs" was unreasonably vexed. 
 Everything — from a two-cent shoe lace, up — was the 
 Supply Sergeant accountable for. Several days after 
 notices had been posted, there would be many men 
 who still wanted various articles which we did not 
 have and could not get. Ladenson bored us for several 
 months for a pair of shoes of a size the (J. M did not 
 have; so we were obliged to take his malignant curses 
 without a whimper. Phoebus, long after we had 
 packed our property to turn it in at Marsas, came for 
 a pair of breeches to match his coat. Rhoades never 
 had his full equipment at any one time. The day 
 before we left Chatillon for Marsas, he reported to 
 the Supply Sergeant that he did not have a shelter half 
 in which to wrap his blankets. Hicks always glided 
 into the supply room, introducing himself, "Don't get 
 hard with me, will yo'?" Reynolds even threatened to 
 gather a predatory gang to raid the supply room. The 
 Boss and his Understudy were interrogated concerning 
 clothing in the "tin hut," mess hall, Y. M. C. A., 
 barracks, and everywhere but the supply room; so that 
 they were shocked into saying a hundred unbiblical 
 things. 
 
 The Understudy was often unable to build a fire to 
 suit "his Nibs," and "his Nibs" never hesitated to 
 express his dissatisfaction in the most diabolical 
 sarcasm. And "his Nibs" was often displeased at the 
 way the floor was swept and the dust that lay on the 
 boxes. Then, when he was in the hospital at Chatillon, 
 the new C. O. had another disposition which had to be 
 mitigated. The Understudy was dispatched to buy the 
 temporary C. O.'s morning paper and had to assume 
 the position of valet as well as assisting the Supply 
 Sergeant. 
 
 However, the Supply Sergeant was successful in 
 becoming quite popular with the Q. M., so we always 
 had the pick of clothing in Chatillon. Many of the 
 organizations there had to pass through more red tape 
 than we did. But the best we could get was always 
 greeted with complaints, and our hearts thus became 
 hardened. A man would enter the supply room with 
 a broad grin and exit with curses hurled at us and on 
 the entire Army. 
 
 So the life of the Supply Sergeant rolled by, as most 
 of the men thought, in eternal bliss. The reality, 
 however, was not so. STACKHOUSE. 
 
We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 A HAIR-RAISING EXPERIENCE 
 
 105 
 
 Location: Ourches, on a dark, rainy night. The big 
 guns keeping up a constant roar just over the hill. 
 
 Chief and O.xly Character: Jay Jay Klema doing 
 guard duty at the hangars, and who had removed his 
 raincoat and hung it on one of the Hotchkiss Machine 
 Guns, there being one such at each hangar. 
 
 EClema (on coming around the corner and seeing the 
 form of a man standing before him in the dark) : 
 "HALT! WHO'S THERE?" No answer. 
 
 Klema (again): "HALT! WHO'S THERE?" X" 
 answer. Whereupon the above-mentioned gentleman 
 immediately about faced and retraced his steps 
 around the hangar, coming up on the other side, 
 he again observed the same figure at the same place. 
 For a moment he hesitated, thinking it might be a 
 "Boche" about to throw a bomb into the hangar. 
 Every nerve tense, his Colt Automatic cocked and 
 ready for action, lie once more, in a loud, command- 
 ing voice, shouted, "HALT! WHO'S THERE?" 
 Xo answer came in reply to his challenge, and at 
 that moment a star-shell broke in the distance, 
 illuminating the entire country thereabouts, including 
 the form before him. There disclosed was his rain- 
 coat draped upon the machine gun. He replaced his 
 gun within its holster, turned upon Ins heel, and 
 walked away muttering to himself. 
 
 "MY IMPRESSIONS OF THE FRENCH 
 PEOPLE" 
 
 Did you ever see the reception given a long-lost son 
 when he returns home? If you did, you will under- 
 stand the kind of reception the American soldiers 
 received when they were the first Amexes to arrive 
 m any small French town. X'othing was too good for 
 them, and all kinds of small favors were granted to 
 make things more comfortable. 
 
 The idea that most people harbor of the French 
 people is taken from the city life. The average 
 American has no conception of the habits and customs 
 of the French who inhabit the small towns and villages. 
 
 During the past five years the life and strength of the 
 country has been sapped by the war, and in place of 
 young men working on the farms and doing the manual 
 
 labor, we see young boys and girls from twelve to 
 eighteen or twenty and old men and women from fifty 
 to sixty-five. They work from sunrise to sunset, tilling 
 the ground, trimming grape vines, following plows, and 
 in fact doing any kind of work which we see only the 
 strongest men perform in America. 
 
 They are a vei \\ sentimental people and are quick to 
 show any kind of emotion. They are constant users of 
 tobacco in some form and will sacrifice almost anything 
 for a package of cigarettes. 
 
 Very little of their time is spent in amusements, but 
 when they do celebrate they make up for all the lost 
 time caused by continuous attention to work. One 
 cannot easily judge the age of these people on account 
 of their strenuous work and their curious habits of 
 eating and drinking, which make them look old when 
 they are really onl\ in the prime of life. 
 
 The only meal which the French eat without their 
 vin rouge or vin blanc, is breakfast, which usually 
 consists of bread and a cup of black coffee. Owing to 
 the condition of the wells and other water supply, the 
 water is not drinkable unless sterilized, which condition 
 is said to account for their habit of drinking so much 
 wine. X T ot too much credit can be given these people 
 for the way they handle their liquors. They all know 
 their capacity and are very seldom seen in an intox- 
 icated condition, anil this in a measure accounts for the 
 lack of opposition to the use of alcoholic beverages. 
 
 VARNEY. 
 
 FAREWELL! FRANCE 
 
 Farewell! to France, where we had to remain: 
 Farewell! to the barracks, the mud, and the rain. 
 We've handled the pick under desperate strain ; 
 We've even worked hard on the aeroplane. 
 
 We've given the field the safest protection; 
 With the gat on our side we've shown our perfection; 
 We've even stood well our Sunday inspection, 
 Hiding the flaws that were out for detection. 
 
 We've trampled the fields of the limestone and clay, 
 Doing squads east in a soldierly way ; 
 We've patiently stood in line for our pay, 
 In this wonderful country so far, far away. 
 
 And now we're soon to leave for the States; 
 Leave the stone houses, stone walls, and high gates ; 
 Leave all the wineshops with their very cheap rates, 
 And go back to the country that nobody hates. 
 
 Hurrah ! for the good old L". S. A., 
 
 The land of sunshine, where work seems like play ; 
 
 We're now coming back to you to stay, 
 
 The Kaiser is beaten, so let's all shout hurray! 
 
 DAHLE. 
 
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We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 THE STORY OF CHATILLON-SUR-SEINE 
 
 107 
 
 ./ Glimpse Into the Past of the City Where the 
 639th Made Its Home 
 
 Chatillon-sur-Seine is one of the most beautiful 
 spots in France, and on ground every foot of which 
 has a history all its own. 
 
 Situated in the picturesque Seine valley near the 
 source of that famous river, Chatillon-sur-Seine and 
 its environs have for centuries enjoyed a reputation 
 for their beauty of scenery. French poets of the 
 Middle Ayes sang of life in Chatillon, of the splendor 
 of its site, the solitude of its neighboring forests, the 
 freshness of its valleys, and the limpid beauty of the 
 many rivers and streams about it 
 
 Of chief interest is the River Seine, which winds its 
 course through the town. A second stream, the Douix, 
 has its source in Chatillon and offers a magnificent view- 
 as it springs from under a cliff of solid rock, 110 feet 
 in height. After running for a short distance, the 
 Douix flows into one of the arms of the Seine and 
 thence through the town, passing under many of the 
 buildings and giving a Venice-like appearance to some 
 of its streets. 
 
 History of Chatillon 
 The origin of Chatillon-sur-Seine is lost in the 
 dimness of antiquity. As far back as the time of the 
 Gauls, several centuries before the beginning of the 
 Christian Era, there stood upon its site a crude fortress, 
 erected undoubtedly as a barrier against the invading 
 Romans. Trace of this ancient citadel can still be seen 
 today in the ruins of the Chateau des Dues, a photo- 
 graph of which appears on this page. From that time 
 until the present, experiencing varying strokes of 
 fortune, at times enjoying peace and prosperity, and 
 again enduring the ordeal of siege and the horrors of 
 war, the town has maintained its existence. 
 
 In 1185 King Philip besieged the city and a consid- 
 erable part of it was destroyed upon its fall. At that 
 time Chatillon was considered the key to the territory 
 of the Dukes of Burgundy, who made it their capital 
 and lived there from the 10th to the 15th century. 
 During the 16th and 17th centuries Chatillon was a 
 flourishing town, being included in a list prepared for 
 the king of seventeen towns noted for their commerce 
 and industry. During succeeding years, however, harsh 
 laws and heavy taxes ruined the weaving industry, 
 which was the main source of the city's prosperity, 
 and today there remains scarcely a trace of its ancient 
 commercial glory. At present, Chatillon is mainh an 
 agricultural community, although it possessess several 
 factories, which, however, were changed into munition 
 plants during the war. 
 
 Chatillon-sur-Seine numbers approximately 5000 
 inhabitants. The Great War has taken an unusually 
 
 heavy toll of lives among its population, over 500 of 
 its men having been killed in battle. During the first 
 Battle of the Maine in 1914, Marshal Toffre established 
 his headquarters in the city, from which he directed 
 the great battle that turned the tide of the war and 
 doomed Germany's armies to final failure. A picture 
 of the chateau of Marshal Marmont, Due of Raguese, 
 where Marshal Joffre resided during bis stay in this 
 city, appears on this page. 
 
 Many Historic Structures 
 
 The town possesses several buildings of great historic 
 interest, the most famous of which is the Church of 
 St. Vorles, first built in the 7th century. We read of 
 Isaac, Bishop of Langres, transporting the relics of St. 
 Vorles to this church in the year 998 A. D. Bernard is 
 mentioned as the builder oi the curious underground 
 chapel of the church, only a small part of which now 
 remains intact. Since 1597, when the Church of St. 
 \ orles was rebuilt, there have been few changes made 
 in it and it appears today almost exactly as it did at 
 that time. 
 
 On the hill near the Church of St. \ orles may be 
 seen the ruins df the chateau of the Dukes of Burgundy. 
 At one time considered one of the strongest fortifica- 
 tions in France, the chateau in 1597 was destroyed by 
 the population of Chatillon, infuriated at the heavy 
 and cruel taxes imposed upon them by the Dukes. It 
 has never been rebuilt since. The bake-shop, kitchen, 
 and a considerable portion of the walls of the old 
 chateau, however, are still in a fair state of preservation 
 and should be interesting to visit. The interior of the 
 enclosure formed by the shell of walls has been 
 converted into a cemetery and the many quaint and 
 curious inscriptions to be found on its tombstones 
 furnish a better understanding of the history of the 
 Middle Ages. 
 
 Noted Frenchman Born Here 
 Chatillon-sur-Seine claims many distinguished 
 Frenchmen as her own. William Philandrier, the 
 most celebrated architect of the 16th century, was 
 born here, and several interesting specimens of archi- 
 tecture attributed to him may still be seen in the Bourg 
 section of the town. Edme Veringuet, another 
 Chatillon architect, later drew the plans of modern 
 Paris. Other noted Chatillonnais ranked high among 
 Old World diplomats, warriors, authors, and artists, 
 as the numerous streets named after them testify. 
 
 FORCE OF HABIT 
 
 Patterson : What did Schenck mean by giving the 
 command "Squads right" before we counted off? 
 
 Tyrrell : Ob, he's a poker player and can't get out of 
 the habit of shuffling them up once in a while. 
 
108 » 639TH AER 
 
 AN APOLOGY FOR THE BUCK 
 A hook of a military organization would hardly be 
 complete without a few contributions from the Buck; 
 the backbone of the Army; the winning factor of the 
 War. The most honorable rank in the Army is that 
 of the Buck Private. He does the most menial work; 
 he is cursed and builied by everyone. Still, through it 
 all, he alone cannot lose his job. The importance of 
 the Buck is fully realized by those discriminating 
 historians who digress on military exploits with just 
 praises to the Buck, who is invariably addressed with 
 the most enviable appellations. Arches of triumph, 
 statues of Victory, are "dedicated to those who fell," 
 and those were our brave Bucks. 
 
 Anyone who ha> been a member of the A. E. F. can 
 tell you of the Buck in that War. After spending years 
 of independence, he boldly subjugated himself to the 
 utmost servility and tyranny for the sake of his 
 country. He has seen his brothers in civilian clothes 
 preferred to him with the luxuries of home about him. 
 He has seen those who were inferior to him in civilian 
 life, rise above him and direct him with the authority 
 of the Government. And with the calm sobriety of 
 a Locke, he has been instructed by those whom he 
 could have well instructed. Perhaps his temper has 
 given away when those punishments, morally unjust, 
 have been inflicted by the authority of the tyrannical 
 Articles of War; hut the call to his duty has again 
 restored his equanimity. 
 
 Above everything, let it be recalled with pride by 
 us Bucks that in this War we have proven our un- 
 bounded patriotism in offering our services and lives 
 to the great cause for less than anyone. Some 
 demanded and got other things. These, in many cases, 
 
 O SQUADRON 
 
 we believe, used their patriotism as a veil for their 
 ambitions. 
 
 Perhaps the most terrible army of Bucks were those 
 in the army of Cromwell. It was here that the morale 
 and integrity of the Bucks defeated autocracy forever. 
 An entire regiment of the enemy would flee at the 
 approach of a half dozen of these Bucks. To these, 
 then, we give the credit of establishing the most hon- 
 orable rank in the army, which, since that time, has 
 more than held its own. In that army, a Buck was 
 often known to reprimand a Colonel for cursing! This 
 is the Buck's true, democratic spirit. 
 
 The independence of the Buck has never been ques- 
 tioned. It is the overwhelming passion for liberty 
 that gives him this fur which we have fought. We 
 have freely criticized those things which we believed 
 unjust. We have never been reduced. Some of us 
 (but those we admit to lie the worst part) are too 
 ambitious; but these we forgive, although we cannot 
 admit them to our Grand Legion of Bucks. 
 
 It is remarkable in perusing the pages of history to 
 discover the large number of great names which, at 
 one time, were preceded by "Private." In order to 
 understand the psychology of the Buck, history has 
 proved that it is first necessary to have been a Buck. 
 I lad Alexander the Great understood the commoner's 
 view, Ins Empire would not have fallen to fragments 
 immediately after his death; Hannibal could have 
 razed Rome; Louis XIV. could have conquered 
 William the Silent. Those men, if they could have 
 at least experienced the trials and tribulations of the 
 Buck, would have never been defeated. W e glance at 
 the noble exploits of Marlborough, Ney, Murat, and 
 Joffre with pride. We believe that the Great Com- 
 moner, William Pitt, lover of liberty, was derived 
 from the spirit of the Buck. Plato and Cato the 
 Younger had been Bucks. 
 
 But the American public knows nothing ot the 
 glories of the Buck. Parents rejoice when their chil- 
 dren leave the Grand Legion. These flash their ranks 
 before their friends. Even the First Class Privates 
 are transported with the joy of their promotions. 
 People say, "He's only a Private" in a nonchalant 
 manner which really conveys as strong an impression' 
 as, "He's only a President." They forget the deeds 
 of the Mucks; hut how our children will rejoice when 
 they read the feats of the Bucks on the golden pages 
 of Time. 
 
 We, 639th Bucks, are few in number, but our spirit 
 is great. We know how subservient our rank is, how 
 many dirty jobs we have tackled, how often we have 
 cursed those above us; but now that it is over, we 
 are proud that wc were Bucks and did not desert their 
 cause. A M. STACKHOUSE, 
 
 Late Buck Private, 639th Aero Squadron. 
 
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 109 
 
 DUST AND DIN 
 Dedicated to the lowly "Buck," with no apology 
 
 They'll complain of mud and rain 
 
 When they're quartered on the .Seine 
 And they're resting from a day's hard, open fire; 
 
 But when it comes to action 
 
 They'll not "renig" a traction, 
 But fight right on, those hoys who never tire. 
 
 Here's a man who's fine of face 
 
 With an easy, natural grace, 
 And you know him for a care-free mountaineer; 
 
 He's a diamond in the rough, 
 
 As he'll show you soon enough 
 If von ever fall foot-weary in the rear. 
 
 The) 're clean and fine and strong, 
 
 And if you think they're weak, you're wrong — 
 They're fighting for the honor of their land; 
 
 From the air, on land or water, 
 
 They'll do their share of slaughter, 
 For Right and Love and Honor do they stand. 
 
 There are things we can't forget 
 
 And we'll get the heathens yet, 
 Though it won't he through the writing of a note; 
 
 All our methods will lie clean, 
 
 History will not quote them mean, 
 For the Viper's sting they'll be as antidote. 
 
 When the Kaiser's dreams come true 
 
 His career will have run through 
 And the Shades of Night descending, blind his course; 
 
 He'll awaken with a start 
 
 Just before they take his heart. 
 Yet he thought he'd robbed the Devil of his force. 
 Ha! Ha! 
 
 639TH TUNNEL 
 
 Now we come to the hole 
 
 That goes in the hill, 
 \\ here the boys are working 
 
 Just fit to kill. 
 
 The hole is made for protection 
 From gas bombs and shell, 
 
 And if it wasn't for this suggestion 
 \\ e all would sure go to "hell." 
 
 If the old "Boche" comes along, 
 He will find us well protected, 
 
 All together in a bunch, 
 
 In a hole we have selected. 
 
 The tunnel gang are sure some boys ; 
 
 From morning 'till close of dav 
 They are toiling hard with their toys, 
 
 Thru the hill as the)' make hay. 
 
 Their boss is very good to them, 
 You hear them never talk; 
 
 He tells them what to do 
 
 And sees that the)' never balk. 
 
 "TOP KICK." 
 
 They'll storm him with barrage 
 
 Till he cries out, "'Tis mirage!" 
 As close behind him shrink his retinue; 
 
 But our boys will .get them all 
 
 And they'll leave them where the)' fall 
 For the writhing, angry mob to run them through, 
 
 Yi — since they're from the U. S. A. 
 
 They'll help win the war some day; 
 From their lips we'll learn just how the wounded fell 
 
 There will be glad cries of cheer 
 
 As we hear them drawing near, 
 While the Kaiser's blood is boiled and burned in Hel 
 Ha! Ha! — Anonymous. 
 
 A DREAM 
 
 Last night as I lay a-sleeping 
 
 A horrible dream came to me ; 
 Private Traw was commanding the Squadron, 
 
 And Schlosser was M. S. E. 
 Old "Buck" Atwell was crying out "Gimme," 
 
 While the Lieutenant was doing K. P. 
 And they fought like Hell for Libert)', 
 
 On the hanks of the M-E-U-S-E. 
 
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 The tfearse, 
 
 The .sact procession 
 
 THE SAD PART OF IT. 
 An aerial collision 
 
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 Propping Flowers 
 
 A GLIMPSE AT THE SAD SIDE 
 
 Though fatal accidents on the Chatillon field were 
 lew, they were very sad ones. Each unfortunate victim 
 was interred with all the military rites due a soldier 
 and possible under the circumstances of war in a 
 foreign land. 
 
 The aviator's life was a pleasantly exciting one, 
 though periodical fatal crashes served as a sober 
 realization to the many of the constant hazard to which 
 the bird-man is exposed, even when there is no enemy 
 in the air to contend with. 
 
 What was perhaps the saddest accident at the school 
 occurred near Latrecev, on February 20th, 1919. Lieu- 
 
 tenant Gustafson, the popular Adjutant of the Post, 
 decided to take a flight with Lieutenant Messer. Both 
 were practically on the eve of their departure for the 
 States. But Fate had ordained otherwise. 
 
 While flying at an altitude of three thousand feet, 
 Lieutenant Messer's Liberty plane collided with the 
 tail of a Salmson plane piloted by Lieutenant Thompson. 
 The struts of the right wing of the Liberty were torn 
 out, and the tail of the Salmson was entirely cut off. 
 The resultant crash caused the instantaneous death of 
 all three officers. 
 
 Captain Fritz, who also commanded the Headquar- 
 ters Detachment, and an intimate friend of Lieutenant 
 
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 111 
 
 Gustafson, took charge of the funeral and spared no 
 effort to make the ceremonies as impressive as possihle. 
 
 The bodies were removed to the A. E. F. hospital at 
 Chateau-Villain, thence to one of the school buildings 
 at Chatillon. Solid oak, lead-lined caskets had been 
 secured from Dijon and the bodies were allowed to lie 
 in state until the time of the obsequies. Each casket 
 was covered by a large American flag and almost hidden 
 beneath a bovver of fresh flowers. A guard of honor, 
 composed of non-commissioned officers, remained posted 
 until the cortege left for the cemetery. At 2:00 p. m. 
 on the 22nd, led by the Artillery band of the SI st 
 Division and a company of Infantry, the procession 
 left the flying field and marched slowly to the American 
 cemetery at the other edge of town. The bodies were 
 carried on a three-ton Packard truck driven by 
 Chauffeur Whooley, assisted by Private Shove. The 
 truck had had its sides removed and was draped with 
 black and white. It made an admirable substitute for 
 an artillery caisson. The hearse was flanked by the 
 honorary pallbearers — eighteen officers — six for each of 
 the deceased. Following the hearse were the mourners: 
 first, a large group of officers, then the 157th Aero 
 Squadron in a body, and then members of the other 
 Squadrons, and a number of French citizens. 
 
 En route, the solemn music of the band served to 
 
 create a deep impression, and caused everyone to 
 realize more forcibly, the transiency oi life. Accom- 
 panying the procession, but high overhead, was Lieu- 
 tenant Henricks m a 1)11-4 plane, he and his observer, 
 Lieutenant Meyer, seeming to hover over the column 
 on guard, while the drone of the motor sounded sad, 
 rather than, as usually, combative. 
 
 I iion arrival at the cemetery, the various organiza- 
 tions were drawn up and aligned to form a hollow 
 square about the graves. Chaplain Shank performed 
 the last rites, and the splendid quartet of the 157th, a 
 favorite of Lieutenant Gustafson, rendered "Lead 
 Kindly Light." Rose petals were dropped on the 
 caskets, and after each one was lowered the firing 
 platoon fired a salute of three rounds, the band played 
 a dirge, and the bugler sounded "Taps." Lieutenant 
 Henricks, who all the while was circling overhead, 
 then glided silently down, and as he passed over the 
 graves. Lieutenant Meyer from the rear seat dropped 
 flowers. 
 
 The men returned to camp filled with a deep sense 
 of sorrow over the loss of the popular officers, and 
 flying that night was discussed as being too risky for 
 a permanent occupation. Although this feeling toward 
 flying soon wore off, the memory of the deaths and 
 the impressive ceremonies will undoubtedly remain 
 forever. 
 
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 Trials of a Poor K. P. 
 
 SOME OF MY K. P.'S 
 
 One day Sergeant Thompson and the touring car 
 chauffeur, Hull, made their initial visit to the kitchen 
 in the capacity of K. P.s, and believe me they did their 
 share of the chores. Hull shoveled two tons of coal 
 and cut one-half the wood as an appetizer before 
 breakfast. Thompson, besides carrying the coal and 
 wood into the kitchen, pumped three G. I. cans full 
 of water and scrubbed several greasy pans before he 
 satisfied his hunger. I was surprised to see the men 
 report for kitchen police, and when 1 inquired of the 
 Top Kick why these two non-coms happened to be on 
 such an easy detail for Sunday he informed me that 
 they reported late for retreat on the previous evening, 
 and that he would see to it that all such offenders 
 would receive the same penalty in the future. As far 
 as I was concerned, both Thompson and Hull did their 
 duty and did it well, and I can assure you they both 
 enjoyed a sound night's slumber after finishing at 
 7 :30 p. m. 
 
 A few days later, our old friends, "Sixteen Franek" 
 and "Parson" Davis, helped to do the chores, and 
 believe me it was a scream. Franek had attended a 
 dance the evening previous in a nearby town, and he 
 naturally didn't feel well that day, for he hadn't hit 
 the hay until 4:00 a. m. You know it was a bit 
 hard for him to report at 7 :00 a. m. for K. P. Poor 
 Franek! He peeled four bags of spuds, two bushels of 
 onions, and one peck of carrots, besides hauling in 
 two cords of wood, shoveling some coal, and scrubbing 
 a dozen pans or so. After getting through with this, 
 Cook Chauffeur 1st Class Hogan let him (Franek) 
 scrub up the kitchen while he (Hogan) was resting 
 himself. "Sixteen" said, after he finished that night, 
 that he didn't think he would volunteer for K. P. 
 again tomorrow, but thanked Hogan before he left the 
 kitchen at 7:30, saying that he enjoyed his visit very 
 much and hoped that he would meet either Hogan or 
 myself sometime after we were discharged — in Chicago. 
 He assured us that he would extend us a warm 
 reception. I suppose he meant that he would blow us 
 
 for a few drinks in some swell cafe in the Loop, so 
 I told him I didn't drink. 
 
 Sam Rhodes was one of the detail for K. P. one 
 day. He wasn't feeling at all well, because he told 
 me so when he reported for duty at 7:00 a. m. He 
 said he had been up most of the night and thought he 
 wanted to answer sick call at 9:00 a. m., as he would 
 like to lie marked "Quarters." Since I thought he had 
 been nursing a sick friend the night before I said he 
 could answer sick call. You know me, I sure pity 
 anyone that is sick. I also admire a fellow that will 
 belli ;i s i c l< comrade. Well, Sam reported to the 
 infirmary at 9:00 a. m. and came back to the kitchen 
 at 9:30 a. m. marked "Duty." Poor Sam! During 
 bis absence I found out that he had been up most of 
 the night, all right, but not nursing any sick friend. 
 Instead, be had been nursing the kitty in a poker 
 game in No. 5 Barracks. When I laid eyes on him I 
 put him tn scrubbing pans, pots, and garbage cans, and 
 told him that it was his duty to have them all shining 
 and cleaned well enough to eat from. He started 
 well, but during the course of events in the morning 
 my eyes were attracted to other details and I forgot 
 Sam for the time being. When I glanced in his 
 direction he was gone. I asked Cook Franka Paul if 
 he had seen anything of Rhodes and he said, "I 'a 
 Rhodesa was outa da kitch for one a hour." So 1 get 
 out on Sam's trail and, after searching through both 
 barracks, I found his royal highness as snug as a bug 
 in a rug with bis trench shoes under his bead for a 
 pillow and dreaming of Cupid and little angels. I sure 
 was raving, so I grabbed Sam by the slack of the 
 breeches and asked him if be thought he was on a 
 vacation, or if he really understood that he could be 
 court-martialed for refusing to obey orders. Poor 
 Sam! I hated to do it, but I had to, and everything 
 about the kitchen was looking spic and span that 
 night. The boys appreciated seeing Sam on K. 1'. 
 and heartily gave him the K. P. yell, which I may 
 mention was composed by Sam himself and used 
 many times when the Squadron paraded the streets of 
 Chatillon. PETE McARDLE. 
 
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 A BASEBALL TRIP 
 
 When it came to sports we were always there. For wished to land. 
 a while during the summer of 1918, we made regular 
 Sunday trips to surrounding camps and enjoyed an 
 exciting game of baseball. On the 11th of August, a 
 game was to he played at Courban. Trucks had been 
 arranged for to carry all the rooters over for the 
 occasion. The day was ideal and a large number of 
 
 day was 
 
 the fellows had decided to attend. About an hour 
 before the start was to be made, two Handley-Page 
 planes, en route from England to Courban, stopped at 
 our field, having mistaken it for the one at which they 
 
 \ large crowd of men gathered 
 around these planes in order to give them the once-over. 
 Soon after they had made a landing and found out 
 that they were at the wrong camp, we heard that they 
 would leave them. Arrangements were at once made 
 to carry eight men. Sand bags were thrown out and 
 men took their places. In the meantime the motors 
 had been started, and with everything running smoothly 
 they took off, Hying straight to Courban, where a 
 landing was made. This was one occasion when very 
 modern conveyances were used for transportation to a 
 baseball game. 
 
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639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
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 THE MILL 
 
 At the place of embarkation 
 
 We have a complicated mill, 
 Which gets little admiration 
 And gives each man a chill. 
 
 It has won itself a name 
 By the many passers h> , 
 
 For they all go through the same 
 \\ ith a curse or with a sigh. 
 
 The purpose of the house, 
 No douht lint I am right, 
 
 Is to kill the cootie, flee and louse, 
 And they surely are a fright. 
 
 We hang out our belongings 
 
 I pon a clothing rack. 
 Everybody thronging 
 
 To release his heavy pack. 
 
 All equipment must he shown. 
 
 Tlic contents of our bag 
 To the inspector must be known 
 
 As much as everv rag.- 
 
 They pile you up a good supply 
 Of this thing, and of that. 
 
 As you are slowly passing by, 
 Startled as a rat. 
 
 You wonder what'll happen next, 
 
 As you slowly make your pace, 
 When you find yourself at last all fixed 
 
 At your final starting place- 
 Then the final scramble starts 
 
 To get hack your old things too; 
 The trouble is in finding parts 
 
 That really belong to you. 
 
 Going through the cootie mill 
 
 Surely is no joke, 
 Losing leggings, socks, and hills, 
 
 And such things will provoke. 
 
 But the thing that keeps up hope 
 Is the thought of going home, 
 
 So we take a lot of dope 
 As through this land we roam. 
 
 DAHLE. 
 
 While our things are being sterilized 
 \\ e have to take our hath. 
 
 It almost makes one paralyzed, 
 That chill from the lengthy path. 
 
 A dozen doctors, more or less, 
 
 Is what we have to see. 
 They look us over just to guess 
 
 What's ailing you or me. - 
 
 With a spyglass and a microscope 
 And flashlights very bright, 
 
 The doctor seeks in faith and hope 
 To find the parasite. 
 
 As result of the inspection 
 
 Some look very bare, 
 The doctors' old suspection 
 
 Made them cut off all the hair. 
 
 Xew clothing is the next to come, 
 Must important thing of all, 
 
 Ami, boy, you're surely going some 
 If you get a fit at all. 
 
 The issue is the very same 
 For tall men and for short, 
 
 But since you must be in the game, 
 Take it, and be a sport. 
 
 Map of France Showing Travels of the t>:::>tli 
 
116 
 
 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
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 HOLMES AND 
 I L.0OPIIN6 TOR THE I 
 J639TH 5QU»t>R0dV^ y 
 
 — i sh oes y^ — *• 
 
 Growing ' 'l>i Awaiting Orders for Home. 
 
 Still at Genicart No. 2, 
 Bordeaux, Bask Section". 
 April 22, 1919. 
 Dear Hawaii : — 
 
 I spose you will be surprised when you read this and 
 find I am still in France. I am sorry Han but 1 gess 
 I cannot see you on May 30th as I rote in my last letter. 
 When I rote that letter we had noos that we would 
 leeve hear in to days hut today a officer tole me it 
 might be to months. 
 
 1 hope you are not gettin tird oi watin for me. 
 Although this is the fifth date 1 had to call off, taint 
 my fault. 
 
 We thot we wood be hack for Christmas, then New 
 Years, then Washingtons birthday, Easter and now 
 May 30th. so I would like to make a date for 
 Thanksgivin and be sure. 
 
 Of course if I am injured or get sick I may he lucky 
 and get home before this. 
 
 Up to the presint ritin we are doin the same work. 
 Pushin them thru the Cootie mill. This aint an awful 
 proper subjek to rite to such a nice young lady Han 
 but nevertheles its all in the war. 
 
 Its funny as the doos to see the rookies go thru 
 the mill. I am one of the inspektors and f ritin the 
 life out of them. They say yes sir and no sir to me. I 
 offen laff after they pass, of course I wate til they get 
 out of my site cause I hate to hirt there feelins. 
 
 Most of them have only been here from 5 to 8 
 months and a bunch of them is S. O. S. men which 
 means Safe or Sound. They aint been anywhere's 
 near the front, but there going home toot sweet and 
 eoppin all the glory. They all ask a hunch of fulish 
 questions and we are there to fill them up. We even 
 tell them they are to leave the nite they come in to this 
 here camp and promise them 1st glass passage on the 
 transport. 
 
 A fellow cam in tother day and when 1 askd him his 
 rank he tole me 11 inches. Another guy wanted to 
 bring his raincote in the shower hath and still a nothcr 
 was asked bis cereal number and be replied that he 
 owned a farm. But just the same we are makin records 
 in the time put tin them thru by tellin them if they dont 
 hurrie they will loose the boat. 
 
 They have purty good shows here but how can 1 
 enjoy a show when you aint there. And just when the 
 show starts we here the whistles of three boats just 
 leevin for home. So you no just how rottin I am feelin. 
 
 Theres a new hunch helpin in the mill now that have 
 been in the AEF for X months. They tell us they are 
 goin to do our work cause were goin home hut that is 
 old bunk to me Han. 1 no this game to gosh darn 
 well now. These tank men are purty good guys. One 
 of them give me a pippin tother day and it wuz the 1st 
 I had since I been over here. These guys have been 
 drivin water tanks up around the front. You no after 
 a battle theres always a lot of smoke and sut fixing 
 round and these guys drives the tanks around and lay 
 the dust so when we want to make a nother advance on 
 Jerry everything is clear. 
 
 A huddie of mine just come in and wanted to bet 
 me 2 bucks we wood be out a here in a weak. 1 gess 
 he got some good dope because its the 1st time I ever 
 heard him want to bet in my life. I dont gambol not 
 even shake hones cause 1 want a return the same 
 straight guy as 1 was when I left you. Remember that 
 last nite? Some nite, gee whiz when I got outside I 
 felt like balliu m\ self. Honest Han I felt punk. 
 
 An orderlj what works at Hedquarters just tole me 
 that the boat we wuz to sail on broke her enjin in 
 Xew York barber and it would take six months to get 
 a new enjin. 1 am the only guy be tole this to and I 
 promised I wouldnt tell anyone, but I no you can keep 
 it shady. You can tell Xell and Lizzie cause tis all in 
 
639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 117 
 
 the family and I no they wont tell. It will be now 
 about the last of Septr. afore we leeve or latter and 
 it takes these boats from this harber about n weaks 
 to make the trip with good wether so 1 gess I will be 
 to home at Thanksgiving alrite unless I here something 
 oposite. 
 
 The wether has been swell for the past few days and 
 
 I am getin the spring Eevur. 1 never misst you as much 
 as I do rite now. Just gut some news that the) wuz 
 goin to close the camp down the end of may so 1 gess 
 I will make that the 4th of July now. Will clos 
 with lots of hapy wishes and love, 
 
 yours 
 10E. 
 
 BRINGING. THE LAST MEMBER OF THE 
 639tm SQORDROri ON BOflKD R TRANSPORT 
 
 Sometime after 13 7-r h o. - all th e. 
 
 OTHER MEM6£«i HAVE DIEO or OLD AGE 
 
 orl, Lafayette. We're Still Here. 
 
 THE CRIME OF THE RECRUITING SERGEANT 
 
 HOW WE HAPPENED TO WEAR O. D 
 
 The Recruiting Sergeant sees you walking down the 
 street with a downcast look on your face. Right away 
 he begins to smile as he says to himself, "Ha! a victim 
 for me." He walks up to you with a smile and hands 
 you a cigar, asks you how you are, and then gives you 
 that aw fill line of his which he has learned from a 
 copy sent out by I'ncle Sam. You are feeling blue. 
 Your girl broke a date, or some one of the many other 
 difficulties that confront the fellows of this country has 
 come to you. 
 
 The Sergeant's line, and seemingly nice ways, win 
 you, and you sign up. He tells you to report there 
 tomorrow at three o'clock. You report as you promised, 
 take your examinations, and are then sent to some 
 recruiting station, going through some more examina- 
 tions and red tape. Then you say, "I DO." After that 
 it is a different life, all caused by that Recruiting 
 Sergeant and his Government line. Ob' the prayers 
 that we have offered for him 1 
 
 The Sergeant said, "Yes, you go to Texas, and then 
 
 to some other sunn) climate. Just sign up for the 
 aviation section and they will have you ready to fly in 
 two or three weeks." Hut who inell wants to fly with 
 a pick and shovel? Beware, Recruiting Sergeant! We 
 will see you again ! 
 
 His line was clever and bis offers were wonderful, 
 but now that we have bad experience with both— 
 beware! He might tell us that we can see the world, 
 but when one is guarded on the train and if one gets 
 out of one's box car, which holds eight horses or forty 
 men, K. P. for a week is the penalty. If you get a 
 pass to visit some nice town, the M. P.'s tell you that 
 you can't go here, and you can't go there. You have 
 to march along at attention all the time with your arm 
 ready to salute the shavetails and on up to the north 
 star. 
 
 Oh ! we know you, so beware of whom you band 
 your line and cigars in the future, or else they will 
 have to blow taps before ten o'clock at night. 
 
 SERGEA.YT YORK. 
 
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 We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
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 HEARD OUTSIDE 
 
 Glendenning : Murphy, did you hear that John 
 Redmond was dead ' 
 
 Murphy: No. 
 
 Wakefield (standing near by): Wasn't he in our 
 Squadron once? 
 
 "Pepper" Roberts says he was verj careful in voting 
 for members of the Editorial Staff to vote for no 
 privates, as it would take them off K. P. and Guard 
 lists, therein increasing the frequency of his turn at 
 those duties. 
 
 Sergeant Paine has been decorated with two War 
 Crosses.— 639th Daily News. 
 
 Private Kennedy had his new "Nieuport" out a few 
 days ago. — 639th Ihiily News. 
 
 < haul Jaggle (on hearing the 2nd call) : Get up, 
 Webster! 
 
 Webster: If irni got up as earl} as 1 do you would 
 still be a private. 
 
 "Shorty" Gordon now has a small bat under his 
 bunk and is ready to entertain all visitors at all hours; 
 still he frankly admits he is a non-combatant. — 639th 
 Dailv News. 
 
 W ho is the best singer, and which is the best song 
 in the outfit? 
 
 \ enzke, and his song, "Tying the Leaves So They 
 W on't ( !ome I lown." 
 
 Glendenning: It's funny, Varney, you always use 
 your left hand while eating. 
 
 Bloom : I use mine, too. 
 
 Holley : Yes. but the reason that you use yours is 
 because your right hand is lull. 
 
 AND THEY GAVE HIM A PILL 
 Forman : I've got a pain here, Doe. What is that 
 a symptom of? 
 
 Medico: Stomach ache. 
 
 DID YOU EVER WATCH 
 
 "l\i|i" \ an Every fix a pair of shoes' 
 "Buttes" Hallinan empty the P. C.s? 
 "Gwendolyn" smoke a cigarette? 
 "Roy" Hicks standing at attention.'' 
 "Dad" ('ranee fall off a hay loft? 
 "Screw-driver" having his picture taken in Hangar 
 No. (>? 
 
 After the final schooling of observers at Chatillon 
 sur Seine, some time along in January, we were ordered 
 to drill an hour each day. 
 
 As we had not drilled for over a year, the men were 
 pretty "rusty" and bad forgotten what they had been 
 taught in Texas. 
 
 We were drilling in platoons, and McBride was in 
 charge of the 3rd platoon. After the common. "Platoon, 
 left front into line," the platoon came into line and 
 was halted. When Schenck shouted out to McBride, 
 "Dress 'em up, Mae!" Mac answered, "Damn it, ain't 
 the\ dressed?" 
 
 Millett to Blough : How near is it to mess call? 
 Bloug'h : It's time now. 
 
 Millett: Hold it off a minute! (Runs and gets bis 
 mess kit.) 
 
 While at Ourches we were all glad to see our friend, 
 "Doe Salts," gain a promotion to Sergeant. His pills 
 evidently brought results. 
 
 Schultz was said to carry $32,5011 worth of insurance 
 He was worth some money dead, was he not? 
 
 Shorty Peters : Every time I see a medic I want t< 
 vomit. 
 
We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 SURE SIGNS OF HOME 
 Smith has a clerical jol> in Headquarters Detachment 
 
 119 
 
 Curren won a watch in a raffle. 
 
 Bill Lane got his have to Paris. 
 
 Paine lost his job with the Colonel. 
 
 Supply Sergeant is issuing salvage clothing 
 
 YES, HE WAS MENTIONED 
 Morton: You say you've been mentioned in the 
 
 military way. In what connection? 
 
 Johnston: In connection with the A. W. O. I.. I 
 
 took last month. 
 
 HEARD AT THE DENTIST'S 
 Officer (to Forman sitting in the waiting room) 
 What's the trouble, toothache? 
 Forman : No, sir. 
 Officer : Bridge broken ? 
 Forman: Haven't any, sir. 
 Officer: Want your teeth cleaned, then.' 
 Forman : They are clean enough, sir. 
 ( )fficer: What is it. then? 
 Forman: Somebody said it was warm in lure. 
 
 OH, LA LA 
 
 Slahom : Say, Harry, did you hear about Holderman 
 nearly choking to death at supper the other night." 
 
 Shove: No, how in - — did that happen? 
 
 Slahom: Why, he was eating a piece id corned 
 willie and someone hollered "Whoa." 
 
 HE EARNED THEM 
 
 First Member: I dreamed I won ten thousand wound 
 stripes last night. 
 
 Second Member: How was that? 
 
 First Member: I thought they gave me one lor every 
 cootie bite. 
 
 "Buck" Atwell of New York, busily engaged in limit- 
 ing for cooties, said tu W eiuzierl : "Say, Johnnie, I 
 know why dat guy Napoleon always had his picture 
 took wid his hand in de front of his shoit." 
 
 THEIR FRENCH 
 
 "American soldiers are respectfully requested to 
 address the waiters in English, as their French is not 
 generally understood." 
 
 Stickler: Say, Dan, which is correct: The hen is 
 setting, or the hen is sitting? 
 
 Stone (somewhat of a poultry fancier) : 1 soon can 
 tell whether she is laying or lying. 
 
 Stickler Bill, 1 found it. 
 
 Lane: What, Stick? 
 
 Stickler : The lost chord. 
 
 Lane: Where? 
 
 Stickler: Have you ever heard Dan Stone snore? 
 
 We have often wondered if Francis would blush if 
 he lifted up the table cloth and found that the table had 
 legs. 
 
 Franek : How do you get that way, Jay, telling the 
 girl that you were C. O. today when you were on K. P.? 
 
 Jay Jay Klema: Well, doesn't C. O. stand for Cuisine 
 Operator? 
 
 OVERHEARD AFTER PAY DAY 
 
 Parks: What did you put away on pay night, Pete? 
 Peters: A few lemonades and a grouch. 
 
 Holley: Say, McBride, I had a hole in my pocket 
 and lost a half franc. 
 
 McBride: How much did you have in your pocket? 
 Holley : A franc and a half. 
 
 McBride: Why didn't you lose the franc also? 
 Hollev: 'Cause it had more sense. 
 
 Sennott : Say, Bill, when I came into the Army I 
 weighed 126 pounds, and now I weigh Kill pounds. 
 
 Zessinger: How do you account for that' 
 
 Sennott: Climate, my hoy, climate. 
 
 Zessinger: Do you know that they are building a 
 business block in South Bend forty-eight stories high 
 with no elevators? 
 
 Sennott: How do they get to the top? 
 
 Zessinger: ('limb it, my boy, climb it! 
 
 One night at the "Y" this remark originated: 
 Hogan : Say, Julson, have a cup of chocolate 
 
 with me. 
 
 fulson : If you don't mind, "Hash," I'll take the 
 
 idngt cinq centimes, instead. 
 
 Zebian: Hey, Johnnie, have you ever been abroad 
 before? 
 
 W'einzierl : Yes, many times, Zeb. I have gone from 
 Bayonne, New Jersey, to New York City. 
 
 Rastus: Come up, Sam, and get out on the deck. 
 We're passin' a ship. 
 
 Sambo: What does I cue Eoah a ship passin'. Call 
 me when we pass a tree. 
 
 What are the latest rumors around the Guard 
 House, Mac? 
 Mac: "All prisoners." 
 
120 
 
 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 It was a hot day in Ourches and I'mlauf was behind 
 the field range stirring rice and at the same time 
 relieving his thirst with a bottle of cool beer, when the 
 G O, walked in. Al discovered bis presence, took the 
 bottle from bis mouth, and said, "It's damn hot, Lieu- 
 tenant, damn hot," finishing the bottle while the 
 Lieutenant looked on with envy. 
 
 Old Kanute interested the boys around the barracks 
 with stories regarding the wonderful possibilities of 
 haying in Nebraska, especially in the vicinity of Cozad 
 before, Shove sent an inquiry to the Cosad Daily News 
 for statistics about the town. 
 
 McGovern, lining up In 
 day : "I see many misshu 
 
 detail one fine September 
 faces." 
 
 John Gilfoy was visiting the dental infirmary. He 
 sat in the big chair, had the towels adjusted properly, 
 and the dentist proceeded to extract the offending 
 tooth. As the molar gave way, John let out a howl 
 that could he heard in Germany and jumped straighl 
 out of the chair, taking the towels with him. 
 
 "That's all right." said the dentist, calmly, "just sit 
 still; von needn't stand at attention." 
 
 The burning question which is ever before the 
 American lane's mind is, why are the Yanks taking 
 so many French Janes on the "line, honor, and obey" 
 methods, and each and every one of our letters is full 
 of news' We see such headlines as these: "The 
 Yanks are in demand by the Parisian lanes," etc. But 
 in my mind the question comes, "Is it right for the 
 Yanks to marry French Janes.-'" Why.-' Well, because 
 we came over here to fight for them and not with them. 
 
 Blough: When the Allies stopped fighting, how did 
 they know they were near Germany? 
 McBride : I don't know. How ? 
 Blough Because they could smell Cologne, 
 
 It was a lew weeks before Easter and we had been 
 paid several weeks before (and our pay doesn't last 
 forever). This remark was overheard: 
 
 Shannon: Say, Bevo, let's take twenty francs!' 
 
 Burns: Sorry, Bill, but it's Lent 
 
 The Gold I lust Twins, Sammie Bluestein and Sammie 
 Recchia : 
 
 Recchia : Say, Bluey, have you got ten Francs? 
 Bluestein: In de book, I got it, yes. 
 
 McGovern: Rhodes, 1 understand they are putting 
 billiard tables in every mess hall 
 Rhodes: Why? 
 McGovern: So as to teach the men better English. 
 
 W'addell : How did you like the garlic this evening? 
 Sutton: I'll match you to see who gets the ,^as 
 masks. 
 
 Greims : What time is it, Sutton? 
 
 Sutton: \ly watch has stopped; a cootie got into it. 
 
 Greims: Fell in the spring and got drowned? 
 
 Sutton : No, got in between the ticks and fell asleep. 
 
 York: Say, do you know that Tiny Kennedy has 
 non-coms malaria? 
 
 Schenck: W bat's that? 
 
 York: You eat and sleep well, but can't work. 
 
 Goinw Aboard. 
 
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 121 
 
 Map of the United States Showing Where 639ersCame From 
 
 ROSTER OF SQUADRON PERSONNEL 
 
 (Changes before Jan. 24, 1918, not included.) 
 The numbers following each name are references to photographs and writeups. 
 
 OFFICERS 
 
 FRITZ, CAPTAIN EMANUEL 
 Commanding Officer 
 928 Fresno Ave., Berkeley, Calif. 
 
 page 66. 
 
 GAIN, CAPTAIN OMER O. 
 Medical Officer 
 Dublin, Texas. 
 
 page 66. 
 
 SNOW, 1ST LIEUT. WINTER N. 
 
 Supply Officer 
 Mars Hill. Maine. 
 
 page iii' 
 
 FORMER OFFICERS 
 
 HANSELL, CAPTAIN JOHN M. page66. 
 Transportation Officer, Ourches 
 
 Care S. B. Locke & Co., Muskogee, Okla. 
 
 GILLETT, 1ST LIEUT. FRANK E. page67. 
 Post Adjutant, Ourches 
 317 Lawton Ave., El Paso, Texas. 
 
 McKINLEY, 1ST LIEUT. LEO. G. page 67. 
 Censor and Information Officer 
 
 Care Boyd & McKinley, Keokuk, Iowa. 
 
 MULHOLLAND, 2ND LIEUT. EMMET K. page 67. 
 Assistant Construction Officer, Ourches 
 1522 Second Ave., Fort Dodge, Iowa. 
 
 RUGGLES, 2ND LIEUT. WM. B. page 67. 
 Assistant Construction Officer, Ourches 
 3729 Stratford St., Dallas, Texas. 
 
122 
 
 We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 ACKERMAN, IRVING 
 
 Private 
 
 UI14 Eastern Parkway, Brooklyn, N. Y 
 
 ENLISTED MEN 
 pages 78, 79. 
 
 pages 90, 91. 
 
 pages 79, 82. 
 
 ADAIR, JOHN W. 
 Private 
 
 Big Lake, Minn. 
 
 ALLEN, GEORGE C. 
 Private 
 33 Enola Ave., Ivenmore, Buffalo, X. Y. 
 
 ALLEN, JOHN I. pages 71, 72. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 I larrison, N. ^ . 
 
 ARMSTRONG, GEORGE E. pages83,8S. 
 
 I 'rivate 
 1317 Germantown St., Dayton, Ohio. 
 
 ATWELL, JAMES P. pages 47, 97. 
 
 Sergeant 
 417 E. 147th St., New York City. 
 
 BARRAXS, WILLIAM T. pages 83, 85. 
 
 Corporal 
 
 Lenox, Iowa. 
 
 REE, RICHARD F. pages 75, 76. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 112 Magoon Ave., Med ford, Mass. 
 
 BERDAN, FRANK pages 90, 91. 
 
 Private 
 
 Wood Lake, Minn 
 
 BLOOM, FRED R. pages'68,71. 
 
 Private 
 
 18 Hart St., New Britain, Conn. 
 
 BLOUGH, WILLIS C. pages 93, 94. 
 
 Prh ate 1st < lass 
 
 7056 Fletcher Way, Pittsburg, Pa. 
 BLUESTEIN, SAMUEL pages 93, 94. 
 
 Private 1st ("lass 
 
 333 E. 13th St., New York City. 
 B( 1LLER, EBERHARD .1. pages 79,82. 
 
 Master Electrician (Aviation Mech.) 
 712 7th St., Wausau, Wis. 
 BRANDT, WILLIAM C. page97. 
 
 Private 
 South Perth Amboy, X. J. 
 BUONO, VITO pages 86, 87. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 
 1572 Third Ave., New York, X. Y. 
 BURNS, [OHN B. pages 7, 68, 76, 77. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 7 Chestnut St., Saxonville, Mass. 
 BURNS, RUELL M. pages68,69. 
 
 ( !orporal 
 
 32 Callender St, Dorchester, Mass 
 
 BYRNE, PAUL J. pages68,69. 
 
 Corporal 
 
 16 Bergenline Ave., Union Hill, X. I. 
 
 COALE, JOHN H. P ages72,73. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 51(1 Orkney Read, Baltimore, Md. 
 
 CHILLERS, XELSOX IS. page 97. 
 
 Private 
 
 Enid, Okla. 
 
 COCHRAN, CLARENCE E. pages 79,80. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 Fairfax, Okla. 
 
 CONNOR, EDWIN E. pages92,93. 
 
 ( hanfteur 
 
 Mangnm, Okla. 
 
 COPELAXD, AARON pages75, 76. 
 
 Private 
 775 West Pratt St., Baltimore, Mil 
 
 CORCORAN, THOMAS D. pages93,94. 
 
 Private 
 
 4443 Sidney Ave.. Chicago, 111. 
 
 CRANCE, BOYD pages 79. SI. 
 
 Private 
 
 Station Xo. 1, Route 2, Ashland, kv. 
 
 CRAXE, JOSEPH M pages87,88. 
 
 Private 
 Zwingle; Iowa. 
 
 CUDWORTH, GEORGE T. pages 76, 7s. 
 
 Private 
 Box 38, Assonet, Mass. 
 
 CUNNINGHAM, HARRY pages 93. 95. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 323 East Franklin St., Shelbyville, Ind. 
 CURREN, ERNEST pages 79,81. 
 
 Private 
 032 High St., Grand Rapids, Mich. 
 
 CZYSY, ALEXANDER pages 68, 70. 
 
 Private 
 128 Beaver St.. New Britain, Conn. 
 DAHLE, VIGGO B. pages 87, 88. 
 
 Private 
 Starbuck, Minn 
 DAVIS, FRED L. pages 90, 91. 
 
 Private 
 Burbank, Okla. 
 DEMMOX, ERNEST pages 79, SO. 
 
 Corporal 
 
 Four Lakes Farms, Sparta, Mich. 
 1>( ILLY, JOHN A. pages68,69. 
 
 Prh ate 
 812 So. 9th St., Norfolk, Neb. 
 
I)( >RXFA , \\ ILLIAM .1. 
 Private 
 1612 Sixth Ave. Watervilite, N. V 
 
 We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 page 97. 
 
 123 
 
 pages 71, 72. 
 
 pages 90, 91 
 
 ixiWDELL, MICHAEL J. 
 ( Chauffeur 
 22 Ferguson Ave., Buffalo, X. Y. 
 
 DUBE, CHARLES R. 
 Private 
 399 Birch St., Fall River, Mass. 
 
 FORMAX, LOUIS pages 79, 82. 
 
 Private 
 
 Eureka, Calif. 
 
 FRANCIS, EDV\ IX 
 
 Private 
 200 Henry St., Alton, III 
 
 pages 93, 95. 
 
 pages 82, 83. 
 
 FRAXEK. FRANK E. 
 Private 
 5234 S. Honore St., Chicago, 111. 
 
 FRASER, WILLIAM R. pages83,84. 
 
 Sergeant 1st Class (Aviation Mechanician) 
 Harrington, Me. 
 
 FUGLEBERG, PAUL pages 83, 84. 
 
 Private 
 
 756 So. Third Ave., Sioux Falls, S. I ). 
 
 GALTES, WILLIAM F. pages7,68,69 
 
 Private 1st < lass 
 
 1904 Truxton Ave., Bakersfield, Calif. 
 
 GILFOY, JOHN T. pages 90, 91. 
 
 Corporal 
 02 Rutland St., Boston, Mass. 
 
 CI.KXDENNIXG, GEORGE I!. pages93,95. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 P. O. Box 401, Providence. R. I. 
 
 GLYXX, RAYMOND J. pages 68, 69. 
 
 Sergeant 1st Class 
 
 128 Bristol St., Springfield, Mass., or 
 
 Care Miami Paper Co., West Carrolton, Ohio. 
 
 GNEHM, JOHN pages 93, 95. 
 
 Private 
 
 171 Chestnut St., Tuckahoe, X 1 . Y. 
 
 GORDOX, FREDERICK J. pages 93, 94. 
 
 Corporal 
 
 12 Tanner St., Providence, R. I. 
 
 GREIM, PAIL K. pages 90, 91. 
 
 Private 
 
 715 Dick St., Reading. Pa. 
 
 HALLINAN, WALTER pages 79, 82. 
 
 Private 
 250 Schenectady Ave., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
 
 HELXRICH, HERMAX pages 86, 87. 
 
 Private 
 89 Carroll St., Paterson, X. J. 
 
 HICK, JOSEPH F. pages 89, 90. 
 
 ' oiporal 
 52o loth \\ e., St ( 'loud, Minn. 
 
 HICKS, ROY I.. pages 79,81. 
 
 Private 
 
 P. O. 124, Hicksville, L I., X Y. 
 
 HOGAN, WILLIAM J. pages 72, 73. 
 
 Chauffeur 1st Class 
 
 Crown City Hotel, Cortland, X. Y. 
 
 HOLDERMAN, CHARLES pages89,90. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 1618 Cherry St., Toledo, Ohio. 
 
 HOLLEY, RUSSELL A. pages 92, 93. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 Funis, Mont. 
 
 HOLLOWAY, JAMES 
 Private 
 
 Covington, Ky. 
 
 HOLZ, EDWIN K. pages 76, 78. 
 
 Sergeant 1st Class 
 Mayville, \\ is 
 HULL, CECIL R. pages 72, 74. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 4921 Leary Ave., Seattle, Wash. 
 IMHOFF, JAMES E. pages 79, 81. 
 
 Private 
 8 Sabina Ave., Mount Washington, Md. 
 JAGGLE, EDWARD H. pages 86, 87. 
 
 ( "hauffeur 
 
 1420 Rosemont Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 JESSUP, CLIFFORD pages 79, 80 
 
 Chauffeur 
 I'nion, Iowa. 
 JOHXSON, OSCAR G. pages 76, 77. 
 
 Sergeant 
 805 Fifteenth St., Roekford, 111. 
 JOHXSTOX, DOUGLAS pages 93. 95. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 Chase City. Va. 
 JONES, DEWEY R. pages 90, 91. 
 
 Private 
 
 Hartford City, Ind. 
 JONES, SYLVESTER D. pages72, 73. 
 
 ( hauffeur 1st Class 
 
 232 E. 8th Ave., Conshohocken, Pa. 
 JUDEIKIS, CONSTANTIXE G. pages83,84. 
 Private 
 
 10032 Indiana Ave., (Imago, 111. 
 JCLSON, EDWARD T. pages 71, 72. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 Route X T o. 1, Dodgeville, Wis. 
 KENNEDY, EDWARD P. pages 82, 83. 
 
 Private 
 4710 Bernard Ave., Chicago, 111. 
 
124 
 
 KLEMA, JAMES J 
 Private 
 : 330 W. 26th St , Cicero, 111. 
 
 KNIGHT, EZRA pages 93, 95. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 2(> Bittner Si , I )ayton, ( )hio 
 
 KNOWLES, ERNEST \ pages 76, 77. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 410 Somerset \u., Taunton, Mass. 
 
 KNUTSON, LLOYD II pages 76, 78. 
 
 Sergeant 1 st (/lass 
 Cozad, Neh 
 
 LADENSON, EMANUEL J pages90,91. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 043 So. Mli St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
 
 LAKIN, CLARENCE M pages92,93. 
 
 Private 1st (lass 
 2318 Parkland We., Dayton, Ohio. 
 LANE, \\ ILLIAM J. page96. 
 
 Private Dt ( 'lass 
 5(l(. Warren St.. Brooklyn, X. Y. 
 LEAMING, WILLIAM ( i, pages 90, 92. 
 
 ( 'orporal 
 
 5(10 Lincoln Ave., Collingdale, I 'a. 
 LE BLANC, CAMILLE J. pages 72, 74. 
 
 ( Chauffeur 
 _'93 Davis St., New Bedford, Mass. 
 LE XT, KDW ARD I". pages87,88. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 Narrows, \ a. 
 MADISON, \LFRED S pages 68, 70. 
 
 ( 'ook 
 
 Creston, Iowa 
 VI( \RDLE, PETER F. pages68, 71. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 122 Junction Ave., Corona, X. Y. 
 McBRlDE, HENRY B pages93,94. 
 
 Sergeant (Aviation Mechanician) 
 Centen ilk, Tenn. 
 McCOLPIN, CARL pages89,90. 
 
 Private 
 109 E. 35th St., Los Angeles, Calif. 
 VIcELDERRY, VIRGIL J. pages93,9S. 
 
 ( 'hauffeur 
 
 349 Mission St., Santa Cruz, Calif. 
 McGOVERN, JAMES A. pages83, 85. 
 
 Sergeant 1 st ( "lass 
 
 78 Bristol Road, West Somerville, Mass. 
 MILLER, JOHN P. pages 72. 74. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 107 Chestnut Ave., Clifton, Staten Island, X. Y. 
 MIL LETT, REGINALD C. pages 83, 84. 
 
 Private 
 222 Huntington Ave., Boston, Mass 
 
 W 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 pages 82, 83 
 
 MONCUR, J \MES E. pages87,88. 
 
 1 'rivate 
 
 1170 Akronian Ct , Akron, ( )hio, 
 
 MORRIS, FORREST L. pages 83, S3. 
 
 Private 
 
 13S 13th St., Toledo, Ohio. 
 
 \K >RT< i.\. CLYDE R pages68,70. 
 
 ( 'ook 
 
 Church and Steel Sts., Salisbury, X. C. 
 
 M( ikTo.X, RCSH 
 l'ri\ ate 
 Lebanon, Ind 
 
 1 > . i ■-■ ' - S3, S3 
 
 MURPHY, EDWARD J. pages 72, 73. 
 
 Sergeant 1st Class (Aviation Mechanician) 
 31 Gramercy Park, New York City. 
 
 NORTON, THOMAS F. pages 7, 72, 73. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 120 Bayswater St., E. Boston, Mass. 
 PAINE, RAIL I). pages 72, 74. 
 
 ( "liaulTeur 1st Class 
 
 3826 W. Monroe St., Chicago, 111 
 RALLY, ROLAND page97 
 
 Private 
 
 Kirkgate Market, Leeds, England. 
 PARKS, JOSEPH J. pages83,8S. 
 
 I'm ate 
 
 Ketchum, Idaho 
 
 PATTERSON, RICHARD II. pages93,95. 
 
 ( 'hauffeur 
 9 Canal St., Brattleboro, Vt. 
 PAUL, FRANK pages 54, 68, 71. 
 
 i ook 
 920 So Leavitt St., Chicago, Ml 
 RAIL, JOHN W. pages 76, 78. 
 
 ( 'hauffeur 
 
 9 Billings Ave., Med ford, Mass. 
 PAVLIK, FRANK pages83,84. 
 
 Private 
 7819 Drexel Ave, Chicago, III 
 PETERS, JOSEPH E. pages 93, 94. 
 
 Private Dt Class 
 
 2912 W. Th, mii.s,„i St., Philadelphia, Pa. 
 PHILLIPS, JOE A. pages68,70. 
 
 ( ', h >k 
 
 Care Mrs. Lizzie Mann. Princeton, Ky. 
 PHOEBUS, PERCY H. pages 79, 80. 
 
 Sergeant 1st Class 
 
 137 Prospect Ave., Hackettstown, X. J. 
 PILGRAM, HEXRY W. pages 79, 80. 
 
 Corporal 
 414 May Ave., Burlington, Iowa. 
 QUINN, XICHOLAS S. pages 76, 78, 
 
 Sergeant (Aviation Mechanician) 
 
 174 Westford Ave., Springfield, Mass. 
 
RANAHAN, JOHN I-"., JR. 
 Private 1st Class 
 
 Islip, Long Island, X. Y. 
 
 RATTAN, THOMAS E. 
 Private 1st Class 
 
 Anna, Collin County, Texas 
 
 W 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 pages 72, 74. 
 
 125 
 
 pages 72, 74. 
 
 READ, EVERETT i.M.RAY page 96. 
 
 Pri\ ate 
 46 Riverside Drive, New York < ity. 
 
 RECCHIA, SAM pages 86, 87. 
 
 I 'rivate 1st (/lass 
 34S E. 104th St., New York City. 
 
 REDMAX, GUY W. 
 Private 
 127 Chatman Ave., Elkhart, Ind. 
 
 pages 83, 80. 
 
 REEDER, ELMER M. pages 93, 95. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 Femvick, Mich. 
 REID, CHESTER page96. 
 
 Private 
 Montank Ave., Bayside, New York. 
 REIFERT, LAWRENCE pages 79, 80. 
 
 Sergeant (Aviation Mechanician) 
 R. F. I). No. 3, Curtice, Ohio. 
 REYNOLDS, WILLIAM F. pages68,71. 
 
 Private 
 
 1618 Harland Ave, Kalamazoo, Mich. 
 
 RHODES, SAMUEL J. page 96. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 N2 Virginia Park, Detroit, Mich. 
 ROBERTS, WILLIAM B. pages 72. 74. 
 
 Private 
 962 Lorimer St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 ROESCH, ALVIN .1 pages89,90. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 2865 Lincoln St., Ada, Minn. 
 ROLLO, MORRIS pages 86, 87. 
 
 Sergeant 
 572 Clinton St., Brooklyn, X. Y. 
 ROSENHEIM, JAMES E. pages 17, 97. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 42S E. 46th Place, Chicago. 111. 
 ROSS, SIDNEY X 
 Private 
 3 Q 4 Lincoln Place, Brooklyn, X. Y. 
 SCHENCK, RAY pages 50, 96 
 
 Sergeant 
 180 So. Plum St., Germantown, Ohio. 
 SCHILLER, ARTHUR R. pages 50. 97. 
 
 Private 
 117 S. 3rd Ave., Wausau, Wis. 
 SCHLOSSER, AUGUST page 97. 
 
 Private 
 
 133 Kramer Ave., Payton, Ohio. 
 
 SCHULTZ, LAWRENCE I pages83,84. 
 
 Private 
 3519 Ramsey Ave., Fort Wayne, Ind. 
 
 SEGAR, JOHN pages 87, 88. 
 
 I 'rivate 1st Class 
 Wells, Minn. 
 
 SENNOTT, HENRY P. pages 76, 77. 
 
 ( orporal 
 3?< Townsend St., Roxbury, Mass 
 
 SHANNOX, WILLIAM J. pages68,70. 
 
 Sergeant 
 5718 Indiana Ave., Chicago, III 
 
 SHERBY, FRANCIS J. pages 72. 74. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 
 Care Miss Margaret Rielly, Eddy St., Ware, Mass. 
 
 SHIELDS. 11 \KOLI> E. pages40,97. 
 
 Private 
 
 Box 72, Oakfield. Maine. 
 SHOVE, HARRY S. pages 72, 74. 
 
 Private 
 
 10 Centenary St., Binghamton, X. Y. 
 SLABOM, EARL pages89,90. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 Voorhiesville, X. Y. 
 SMITH, CHARLES F. pages 68, 69. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 
 ^22 Spring St., Reading, Pa. 
 SMITH, THEODORE P. page 97. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 Bloom si inrg. Pa. 
 
 SXIDER, WILLI \M 
 Private 
 
 Avery Apartments, Los Angeles, Calif. 
 SPARKS, BOYD pages OS, 71. 
 
 Cook 
 
 Station Xo. 1, Ashland, Ky. 
 STACKHOUSE, ASA M. pages68,69. 
 
 Private 
 
 M -estown, Burlington County, X. J. 
 
 STEEN, ROBERT T. page97. 
 
 Private 
 
 Irvington, Newark, X. I 
 STEHR, HERMAX H. pages 87. 88. 
 
 Corporal 
 
 1341 University Ave., Madison. W is 
 STEPHENS, WILLIAM .1. pages 72, 73. 
 
 Chauffeur 
 3607 Tampa St., Tampa, Fla. 
 STEPHENSOX, LOUIE P. page97 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 
 R. R. Xo. 1. Prescott, Ark. 
 STICKLER, CHESTER M. pages 90, 92. 
 
 Corporal 
 
 114 E. Bertsch St. Lansford, Pa. 
 
126 
 
 STOCKWELL, CHELLIS W. 
 Sergeant 
 Box 98, Athol, Mass. 
 STOXE, DANIEL E. pages 90, 02, 
 
 Private 
 R. F. D. Xo. 4, Attleboro, Mass 
 SUTTON, THOMAS A pages 93, 94. 
 
 Private 
 
 Route No. 3, Falmouth, Ky. 
 TAYLOR, THOMAS L. pages 79, SI. 
 
 Sergeant 1 st Class 
 Colby, Kans. 
 
 TEMPLE, EARL C. page 97. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 Hudson, low a. 
 TERMINIELLO, NICHOLAS pages 7, 68, 70 
 
 Corporal 
 
 133 W. 98th St., New York, N. Y. 
 
 THOMAS, FREDERICK C. pages 72, 73. 
 
 Chauffeur 1st Class 
 
 3 South St., Leominster, Mass. 
 THOMPSON, WILFORD pages 86, 87. 
 
 Sergeant 
 321 Hamilton St., Royal Oak. Mich. 
 TRAW, LEE A. page 97. 
 
 Private 
 Wister, Okla. 
 TRUSSELL, JAMES W. pages 78, 79. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 
 ( are Star Drilling Mach. Co., Akron, O. 
 TYRRELL, PARK H. pages 72, 74. 
 
 Private 
 412 Ashbury St., San Francisco, Calif. 
 
 UMLAUF, ALFRED p'ages79,81. 
 
 I 'ri\ ate 
 
 304 E. 30th St., New York, X. Y. 
 VAN EVERY, RIPLEY pages 83, S3. 
 
 Private 1st Class 
 
 R. F. D. No. 3, Rupert, Idaho. 
 VARNEY, EDGAR G. pages 75, 76. 
 
 Sergeant 1st Class 
 
 23 Charles St., Rochester, X. H. 
 YENZKE, GUSTAV pages 79, 81. 
 
 Prh ate 
 32d E. 35th St., New York, X. Y. 
 V'ADDELL, CHARLES F. pages 83, 84. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 4016 Parkside Ave., Chicago, ill. 
 WAGNER, LeROY F. pages 90. 92. 
 
 I 'ii\ ate 
 
 We 639TH AERO SQUADRON 
 
 pages 7, 87, 88. 
 
 744' i No. 6th St., Allentown, Pa. 
 
 ZESINGER, WILLIAM R, JI 
 
 ( ui-poral 
 80S Lincoln Way East. South Bend. Ind 
 
 WAKEFIELD, IRA C. pages 75, 76. 
 
 Private 
 
 Harrington, Maine. 
 WALSH, ALEXANDER R, pages 89, 90. 
 
 ( nrporal 
 579 Summit Ave., St. Paid. Minn 
 WARRICK, ELVIN pages 79, 80. 
 
 I 'rivate 
 923 East Ave., Montpelier, Ohio. 
 WEBSTER, RAY pages 87, 88. 
 
 Private 
 Humboldt, S. D. 
 WEEKS, LEON I. pages 76, 77. 
 
 ( 'hauffeur 
 220 Bradford St.. Pueblo, Colo. 
 WEINZIERL, JOHN J. pages 93, 94. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
 121 W. 46th St., Bayonne, N. J. 
 WEISBLL'M, IRVING B. pages68,70. 
 
 Sergeant 1st (lass 
 
 250 Sumner Ave., Brooklyn, N. Y. 
 W'ESTBY. LLOYD V. pages 76, 77. 
 
 Sergeant (Aviation Mechanician) 
 Maddock, N. D. 
 WHITWORTH, HENRY W. pages 83, 85. 
 
 I hauffeur 
 45 Tremont St., Meriden, Conn. 
 WOOLEY, JAMES pages 71. 72. 
 
 Chauffeur, First Class 
 
 104 33rd St., Milwaukee. Wis. 
 WIDI ,ER, JAY K. pages 76, 78. 
 
 Sergeant 
 
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 WILLIAMS, THOMAS M. pages 72. 74. 
 
 Private 
 6601 Ellis Ave.. Chicago, 111. 
 WITTEBORN, HARRY M. pages 86, 87. 
 
 Sergeant 
 455 Concord Ave., New York, N. Y. 
 WOLFF, ADOLPH A. pages 87, 88 
 
 Private 
 69 Merchant St., Newark, N. J. 
 
 YOHE, THOMAS F. pages 79, 80 
 
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 1542 Superior, Cleveland, Ohio. 
 YORK. CALEB L. pages82,83. 
 
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 Silverwood, Ind. 
 ZEBIAN, GEORGE J. pages 90, 91. 
 
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