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treatise.
jO unpretentious a volume scarcely warrants the digni-
fied introduction of a preface, but the editors cannot
well allow their friends of Battery "A" to hasten
(eagerly, they trust) into the following pages without
a few words explaining the character, the purpose,
and the limitations of our publication.
The Battery Book is not an exhaustive historical
It is not a flag-waving glorification of our accomplish-
ments, couched in the gilded phrases employed for raising lib-
erty loans. It is not a solemn book of heroics, nor does it cloud
our true memories of war with an undue profusion of humor. An
exclusively humorous book we have taken pains to avoid, for how-
ever amusing many of our experiences may now appear, neither the
war nor our part in it could be called uproariously funny. Our book
is a narrative, a brief narrative, of our war experiences, a sincere at-
tempt to tell truly what we did, what we thought, and what we felt.
Our thoughts regarding the war have undergone a marked change
already, and will change still more as years go by; but this little
volume, if it has any merit at all, may perhaps preserve for our future
consideration something of the realism of war, something of its drudg-
ery, its humor, and its horrors. If, thirty years hence, it brings back
to us the days of Camp Upton and the France of 1918, we may find
in it a deep source of comfort and pride, possibly even an inspiration
to elevate our citizenship to a plane worthy of the sacrifice made by
those we left asleep in France.
The editors would like to have followed exactly the plans origi-
nally laid out for the book, but it has been impossible to do so. Nathan
Handler was unable to take time from his business to complete, and
put into finished form, the work which he commenced in France,
and the section allotted to him has necessarily been omitted. The
personal histories were found incomplete, and we have not inserted
the military citations as originally planned. The divisional and
regimental histories supply both the personal remarks and the mili-
tary commendations, so that our omission of them at least avoids
unnecessary repetition, a circumstance which we look upon rather
as a virtue than a fault. A conscious effort has been made to supple-
ment the divisional and regimental books by supplying what they
lack — an intimate insight into our daily experiences.
The editors regret even more that they cannot make the book a
personal record for each individual member of the battery, but for
manifest reasons such a thing is beyond their ability. For similar
reasons they have found great difficulty in doing justice to each
department of the organization, because, as members of the gun
crews, their knowledge of the other branches of the battery is limited.
When the organization was not at the front, its various divisions
were less distinct and our narrative will be of general interest; but
while in the field, the drivers, cannoneers, and special detail were as-
signed to their respective duties, and even camped in different places,
and it has been totally beyond the power of the editors to describe
adequately the varied actions of these individual groups, though an
honest endeavor to do so has been made. Similarly, because the
editors were not officers and were not admitted to official councils,
they are incapable of giving the officers' point of view. The thoughts
and feelings of those sequestered potentates have been left to Major
Dick's pen. The sentiments which the battery held for its officers
have been freely and we hope truly recorded. Those sentiments were
a vital factor in our experiences, and to leave them unmentioned
would be a gross omission.
The battery is indebted to several of its members for contributing
assistance to the publication of its history. The original rough draft
of the book, compiled in France, was written from data supplied by
the following men : Baecker, Feldman, Marriner, Mueller, Potts, and
Steuterman. Hale's services in type-writing that draft were invalu-
able, and the efforts of Gray and Stevens on the personal histories are
greatly appreciated. We extend our thanks to Dunkak and Gibbons
for collecting and managing the subscription funds turned in before
demobilization, and to the many members of the battery who, by
their advice and encouragement, nurtured the book in its tender in-
fancy. It is almost superfluous to express our indebtedness to Fair-
man R. Dick and Vernon B. Smith, for their work stands as con-
spicuous evidence of its merit.
The editors are happy to take this opportunity of expressing their
gratitude for the splendid support given them by the several mem-
bers of the organization who have taken it upon themselves, at the
instigation of Major Dick, to join the latter in lending financial
means for the publication of this volume. But for their generous aid
the history of Battery "A" might not have been published for many
months to come.
The Editors,
Francis L. Field
Guy H. Richards
New York City, August, ig2i.
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^\iU.56irv\Lel J.Reid Jt?|w
|HE publication of The Battery Book was first conceived
a few days after the armistice, while the battery was
billeted in the shell-shattered town of Marcq. At a
formation, held in a field adjoining the village, the
plans for the book were submitted to the consideration
of the battery, and without hesitation we unanimously
insisted that the volume must be dedicated to our
fallen leader. Lieutenant Reid. It is fitting that, in
a book so dedicated, we should give way to our feelings to the extent
of recording a few of the facts and a few of our sentiments which led
us to that unhesitating decision. It is impossible for us to forget, and
it is equally impossible for us to translate into print, what Lieuten-
ant Reid meant to us in the dark days of the war. Yet, in an effort to
satisfy our wish of expressing in some measure the devotion and
respect he won from us, we write this brief account of his life, of the
part he played in Battery "A," and of the intense admiration which
he inspired in us.
Lieutenant Reid was the second son of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel J.
Reid, and was born on September 24, 1883, in Brooklyn, New York.
He attended the public elementary schools, and later entered the
Brooklyn Boys' High School, where he not only maintained an ex-
cellent record for scholarship, but also won a name for himself in
athletics.
His career at Princeton University, 1902 to 1906, was a marked
success from every standpoint. By dint of consistent hard work he
stood high in his studies, yet won distinction for himself in a number
of extra-curriculum activities. He was elected to the editorial board
of The Princetonian, the college daily newspaper, an honor which, in
itself, was a tribute to his powers for conscientious effort and vigi-
lant application. He was elected a member of The Ivy Club, was
voted the most popular man in his class, and in his Senior year
was elected president of that class, perhaps the consummate honor
which a college man may attain. He was devoted to athletics, partic-
ularly to baseball, and at the end of his Freshman year won the
distinction of being selected as catcher for the All-American base-
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ball team. During the remainder of his years at college he played
third base and short-stop. He was elected captain of the varsity
baseball team, and as a fitting close to his splendid athletic career,
he gave Princeton the intercollegiate championship by making the
winning run in the last championship game of the season with Yale.
After leaving Princeton, Lieutenant Reid entered the New York
Law School, from which institution he graduated in 1908. Upon his
admission to the bar he entered the law firm of William F. Mc-
Coombs, as a law clerk, and later joined the legal department of the
Brooklyn Rapid Transit Company, where he made a reputation for
himself as a successful trial lawyer. Subsequently he was appointed
Assistant United States District Attorney in the Second District of
New York (Brooklyn). In this capacity he quickly won the esteem
of the federal judges by his integrity and unimpeachable methods of
practising law. When the news of his death reached this country
this same court held memorial services in his honor, and caused a
resolution of commemoration to be spread upon its official records.
Resigning as Assistant District Attorney, he was appointed a referee
in bankruptcy and took up private practice, associating himself with
the law firm of King & Booth, and later with that of Morgan, Carr
& Baiter.
America's declaration of war on Germany found Lieutenant Reid
a young lawyer of great promise, embarked upon a career which gave
every indication of leading to high honors in the legal world. At
that time Lieutenant Reid was above the age established by the
Selective Service Act, and consequently not subject to enforced mil-
itary service. It is a well established fact that he could have had a
commission as major in the Judge Advocate's Department of the
army, but he refused such a position because, as he often remarked,
he was convinced that the issues of the war would be decided on the
battle-field. On one occasion, when asked why he preferred the com-
batant to the non-combatant branch of the service, he expressed
this conviction, and added, "That's where the crosses of war lie." He
used to chafe under the delays which held the battery in the States,
and often said that he would rather be anything in Pershing's army
than an officer in America.
He enlisted in May, 191 7, in the First Officers' Training Camp at
Plattsburg, New York, where he successfully completed the course
in artillery. He was recommended for a captaincy, but the number
of captaincies to be granted was reduced at the last moment, so he
accepted the lower rank of first lieutenant, relying on his energy and
devotion to his work to win him promotion. On leaving Plattsburg
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he was ordered to Camp Upton, and was there assigned to Battery
"A" in September, 191 7. During his first three months with us he
devoted himself to drilling and conditioning the raw recruits. We
can well remember him in his particular duty of leading the battery
on long hikes every afternoon, hikes which sometimes left us tired
and sore, but which seemed to fatigue him little. He apparently
possessed wonderful stamina and endurance, for he always finished
fresh and strong. His evenings were mostly spent in his quarters
studying military books.
In December, when Major Dick (then Captain) was ordered to
the School of Fire in Fort Sill, the command of the battery fell to
Lieutenant Reid. For three months he had the development of the
organization completely in his own hands. Then, for the first time,
the attributes which won our respect and trust were revealed to us in
full. We learned what a splendid man he was, learned that an officer
can enforce the prerogatives of his rank without being imperious, and
learned that discipline and kindness are compatible.
Those of us who sailed to Europe on the Leviathan will never for-
get his conduct during the voyage. Living under unbearable con-
ditions, crowded below deck in hot, unventilated quarters, harassed
by numberless restrictions, we were miserable, and our morale was
deplorably low. Time and again Lieutenant Reid was to be found
in our quarters, talking with us, counseling us, encouraging us, and
endeavoring by a word here and an act there to ease the severity of
our predicament. On one occasion, when the supply of drinking
water was shut ofi" for several hours, he took groups of men to his
quarters on the officers' deck (forbidden to enlisted men) and there
filled their canteens from the officers' fresh water supply. It was un-
doubtedly a breach of discipline which would have been gravely
frowned upon by higher authorities, but we were really in distress
from a lack of water, and Lieutenant Reid was unwilling that his
men should sufl'er if he could prevent it, even at the risk of receiving
a reprimand. It was his constant consideration for us, his unfailing
fair-mindedness, that won our affection and loyalty. Our welfare
was always in his mind and his welfare in ours.
When, in Camp de Souge, he was relieved from the duties of firing
executive and assigned to the supervision of work at the stables, we
were dismayed. True, that no more competent man could have been
found in the battery to handle the position, but it seemed unfair,
damnably unfair, even to the drivers who were delighted to be under
his tutelage, that the ranking lieutenant of the regiment and the fir-
ing executive of the battery should be sequestered at the stables, dt-
prived of an opportunity of gaining practical experience in di-
recting practice fire on the range. To those in the ranks his transfer
seemed nothing less than a demotion, nor were they alone in their
opinion, for many officers of the regiment expressed the same judg-
ment. Lieutenant Reid said little about the matter, but his men
appreciated how deeply chagrined he was. One of his non-commis-
sioned officers once spoke to him disparagingly on the subject of
patriotism. His reply was, "Always remember. Sergeant, we are not
fighting for any individual, but for high principles and for the coun-
try." Whatever his own grievances may have been, he apparently
never lost sight of the greater issues of the war. The sincerity of his
patriotism and his loyalty to principle could never for a moment be
questioned. It is a comforting fact to realize that, in the face of such
ideals as he held, he could treat his personal misfortunes as com-
paratively insignificant.
However, despite his transfer, Lieutenant Reid was promised an
opportunity to fire a problem on the range. His chance never came,
but the men at the guns were expecting day after day to operate the
pieces at his command, and made arrangements with the special
detail men in the observation posts to send down word when his turn
came, in order that the cannoneers might redouble their efforts to
operate the howitzers with absolute accuracy.
About two weeks before we left Camp de Souge, Captain Dick was
transferred from the battery to remain at the camp as an instructor.
We were without a battery commander. Lieutenant Reid, as senior
lieutenant, was put in temporary command, and our hopes were
raised that the appointment would be permanent; but Lieutenant Reid
was in a measure unprepared for the position, because he had had no
training on the range, and we feared that this lack of necessary ex-
perience might cost him the promotion. Who would be Captain
Dick's successor? "An outsider from another battery," came the
rumor, and our hearts sank. "Not so," came a second report. Would
Lieutenant Reid command us? "Yes!" said one report. "No!" said
another. "Perhaps," said a third, and the battery discussed wild
schemes for petitioning the Colonel. But the uncertainty was sud-
denly dispelled by the announcement, "Lieutenant Reid is battery
commander!" There was not a man among us who did not whoop
for joy. The morale of Battery "A" was never higher, and when,
on the Fourth of July, we paraded through the crowded streets of
Bordeaux led by our new commander, we positively bristled with
pride and good spirits.
Though Lieutenant Reid now stood in line for almost certain
promotion, we realized that his appointment depended on the record
he might make in handling the battery. He was on trial, and we
appreciated the fact as fully as did he. We would have done any-
thing to make his record above reproach, and the drudgery of our
daily tasks was greatly alleviated by the sustaining determination to
retain him as battery commander. In preparing to leave Camp de
Souge, we all set to and worked like dogs to leave the barracks in
spotless condition, to collect and pack all equipment, and later load
it on board the train with speed and precision; in short, to show
Colonel Smith that Battery "A" was the most efficient outfit in the
A. E. F., and was commanded by the most efficient officer. When
Lieutenant Reid came into the orderly room before we left the camp,
he said to a group of us, "Well, there doesn't seem to be much for me
to do. It's all done already." It was exceedingly gratifying to know
that our efforts had produced a favorable impression, and later, when
we heard that Colonel Smith had made complimentary remarks
about the speed with which we loaded the troop train at Bonneau, we
felt that our endeavors had not been in vain.
It was his policy to give his men, and especially his non-coms, as
much responsibility as they could handle, and his remark, just
quoted, proves that on one occasion at least his confidence was not
misplaced, and that his policy was fruitful of excellent results. It
would be ridiculous to claim that we always lived up to his confi-
dence in us, but certainly, when responsibility was given us, we had
an unfailing desire to make good in his eyes, and except in the most
adverse circumstances, we put forth our best efforts. What we call
confidence was in many cases dependence, because, when he first took
command, Lieutenant Reid was comparatively ignorant about the
operation of the howitzers, and relied on his subordinates to help
him out. He had not fired a single problem on the range, and was
even unacquainted with the duties of the various cannoneers. How
easily he might have pursued the course, which many officers fol-
lowed, of attempting to hide a lack of knowledge under a show of
sheer bluff, disdaining the judgment and training of the ranks, and
struggling to maintain the dignity which accompanies a Sam Browne
belt by looking severely intolerant. Lieutenant Reid was not of the
caliber to entertain false pride and false pretenses. He openly ad-
mitted his ignorance. He visited the gun-pits and frankly asked the
gun sergeants to explain the nomenclature and operation of the how-
itzers. He solicited the assistance of the instrument sergeant, a
graduate engineer, and candidly acknowledged that the latter, with
his education in higher mathematics, knew more about artillery than
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he did. He seemed to learn quickly, for he seldom asked the same
question twice. Any other man might possibly have lost the respect
of his men by such frank admissions, but they had the opposite effect
on us, for we admired him the more for his absolute sincerity and
lack of self-conceit. He made us feel that we were there to cooperate
with him and he with us in the common purpose of making Battery
"A" an efficient organization.
This spirit of cooperation sometimes produced an intimacy be-
tween officer and man which would have sent cold shivers down the
rigid spine of a West Point cadet. We conventionally think of an
officer as an austere individual who must keep himself on a superior
plane of unbending dignity, a man to be feared, not loved, and we
conventionally think of a soldier as a machine to be greased and oiled
and directed hither and yon. But the military regulations which
designate a soldier as an automaton and an officer as a sort of exalted
potentate in a feudalistic hierarchy fail to meet the demands of
human nature, and particularly the natures of American citizens.
Lieutenant Reid was governed in his actions by his heart and his
knowledge of his men, and by military manuals only in so far as they
served his conscience and his common sense. It never seemed to us
that he overstepped the bounds of military propriety. Rather, he
changed the nature of that propriety without losing the respect due
to his rank.
When, at the second Vesle position, we were suffering from long
hours of hard work and from wretched rations, he steadily refused to
take advantage of the supposed privileges of his rank. He refused
to allow the cooks to go in quest of special food for him, but made
every effort to get better rations which the whole battery might share
with him. On the night of our arrival at the position, Mongeon
failed to prepare Lieutenant Reid's bedding roll and fell asleep with-
out telling where he had put it. The roll could not be found in the
dark of the woods, but when Lieutenant Reid discovered that Mon-
geon was asleep, he gave orders not to disturb him, because "the boy"
was worn out from riding all day as a courier. He lay down outside
the P. C, declining insistent offers of a bed in the dugout, and ac-
cepting only under protest the blankets which were spread for his
use by the two telephone men on duty. He said that they would
need them before the night was over, but they naturally would not
listen to him. In all things he considered, and we came to believe,
that he lived with us, not apart from us.
To any one who may claim that such conduct on the part of an
officer is contrary to the interests of discipline and undermines the
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morale of a military unit, we might point out that Washington's repu-
tation as a disciplinarian does not seem to have suffered because he
gave his shoes to one of his men and marched barefooted through a
biting snow-storm. We may say, also, that under the circumstances the
morale of Battery "A" could not have been higher than it was under
the leadership of Lieutenant Reid, and that, at the same time, dis-
cipline never slackened. It is true that during the disheartening days
at the second Vesle position, when constant work, miserable rations,
and little rest made life a burden, our spirits were very low indeed; but
the combined efforts of Napoleon, St. Peter, Venus, and Charlie Chap-
lin would not have sufficed to make us cheerful. In those deadening
circumstances we failed to meet Lieutenant Reid's expectations, and
when some of the non-commissioned officers complained that men on
detail were avoiding their fair share of work, he assembled all men
at the position and gave us a scolding that made us feel cheaper than
French mud. When discipline had to be enforced there was no more
strict disciplinarian than our commander, but he never punished
blindly or in anger. One tired individual got disgracefully drunk.
He was given rigorous advice and light punishment. Another once
told Lieutenant Reid a deliberate lie. He was court-martialed and
sent to a military prison for six months. And woe to the man who
was careless or made stupid mistakes! During the time when he was
instructor at the stables he would never tolerate for an instant any
mistreatment of the horses, and one day in the lines, when he dis-
covered a few of the drivers violating one of his strictest orders — that
no horse was to be watered with a bit in his mouth — the miscreants
received a scathing arraignment the like of which they never wanted
to hear again.
The day following Lieutenant Reid's death his faithful orderly
was struck and instantly killed by a fragment of a bursting shell.
Before Mongeon's burial his diary was removed from his pocket. In
it was found his entry for August 22d. We quote it because, with all
its simple brevity, it expresses our thoughts of Lieutenant Reid far
more adequately than can these pages. It said, "Lieutenant Reid
was killed to-day — I have lost my best pal." In that touching senti-
ment the secret of Lieutenant Reid's leadership seems revealed to us.
He was our pal.
One day he was met by a private who had known him in America
but who had not seen him for several years. Hesitatingly the soldier
advanced, saluted, and noticing the lieutenant's insignia said, "Ex-
cuse me, sir, but are you Lieutenant Reid?" Recognizing him. Lieu-
tenant Reid instantly replied, "No, Charlie, not Lieutenant — just
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Sam." He was a comrade in the highest sense of the word. A cordial
greeting, a smile, a few words were always ours when we met him. In
Camp Upton it was his delight to come upon the men batting out a
baseball on the ground between our two barracks. Unfailingly he
asked permission to join in the game and would take up a bat and
drive out flies. He seemed to value the inherent authority of his rank
only as it offered opportunity for greater usefulness, and when hecould
legitimately disregard the military barrier which separated us, he
did so. The discreet intimacy which resulted between us vastly in-
creased rather than diminished our respect for his authority, for
added to the respect we held for his authority was the respect and
admiration we held for his personality. He made it far easier to be
willing subjects to discipline and the artificial distinctions of rank
because he revealed to us the necessity for discipline and rank. If
he, with all his sympathy and friendly kindness, saw the necessity of
enforcing discipline, then we knew that absolute obedience was vital.
There was perfect understanding between us, and such an under-
standing we learned to believe was an important factor in the attain-
ment of the greatest efficiency. Once the military barrier was tem-
porarily passed, he was with us as a comrade, and even when it
stood between us, high and forbidding, we knew that he was our
friend. What we had to suffer in privation he gladly suffered with
us, to show how privation could and should be borne. When he got
sleep he saw that we did also. At the front he generally ate what we
had to eat, and would always have done so had not the cooks of their
own accord prepared special food for him. And on many a hike he
dismounted from his horse and allowed the weary to take his place
in the saddle.
Lieutenant Reid once remarked, "If I could be captain of this
battery I would be happy." He died before he could be officially in-
formed of the fact that his commission as a captain had been ap-
proved and granted; but let it be hoped that he died not without the
realization that he had won more than a piece of metal to wear on
his shoulder. He had fairly won the real respect, the affection, the
admiration, and the intense devotion of hundreds of men. Few have
won as much. We shall always remember him as a friend, a soldier,
and a leader, but, above all, as a true American.
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T is a distressing and oppressive duty, gentlemen of
the Congress, which I have performed in thus address-
ing you. There are, it may he, many months of fiery
trial and sacrifice ahead of us. It is a fearful thing to
lead this great, peaceful people into war, into the most
terrible and disastrous of all wars, civilisation itself
seeming in the balance. But the right is more precious
than peace, and we shall fight for the things which we
have always carried Clearest our hearts — for democracy, for the right
of those who submit to authority to have a voice in their own govern-
ments, for the rights and liberties of small nations, for a universal
dominion of right by such a concert of free peoples as shall bring
peace and safety to all nations and make the world itself at last free.
"To such a task we can dedicate our lives and our fortunes, every-
thing that we are and everything that we have, with the pride of
those who know that the day has come when America is privileged to
spend her blood and her might for the principles that gave her birth
and happiness and the peace which she has treasured. God helping
her, she can do 7io other." ^
When these words resounded through the halls of Congress, the
United States was confronted with the staggering problem of con-
verting itself from a land of serene peace and prosperity into a tre-
mendous military establishment. Not the least factor in that con-
version was the creation of a huge army from peace-loving civilians,
and as we write there are probably few of us who do not endorse the
legislation which Congress enacted for that purpose. Reliance on
the slow, uncertain system of volunteers would have been a ghastly
mistake. Somehow Mr. Bryan's rhetorical flourish about a million
men springing to arms overnight appears totally hollow. Perhaps he
referred to an arctic night. It would have been unfair, as well as
unwise, to shift the burden of fighting upon the shoulders of a few,
for certainly the principle that all who enjoy the benefits of democ-
1 President Wilson's message to Congress, April 2, 1917.
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racy shall contribute to the preservation thereof is sound. Further-
more, volunteer enlistment was forbidden by the experience of his-
tory. Consequently, with all this in mind, Congress, in accordance
with plans of the War Department, passed the Selective Service Act,
whereby every male citizen between the ages of twenty-one and
thirty-one should, with certain necessary exceptions, be available for
induction into military service.
A comprehensive description of the operation of the Selective Ser-
vice Act, the system of districts, local boards, physical examinations,
exemptions, and courts of appeal, would be quite beyond the scope
of this history, but the manner in which the army first "got our
number" is of particular interest to all of us. Suffice it to say that
on June 5, 1917, we all made out registration cards, that each regis-
trant was given a number, that these numbers, printed on slips of
paper, were drawn from the great glass bowl in Washington, and
that the rotation in which they were drawn determined the order in
which the men whom they represented should be drafted. When
the time of our call approached we were advised by our respective
local boards to settle our affairs, and a few days prior to the actual
day of induction we received an imposing-looking epistle called an
"Order of Induction into Military Service of the United States," in
which the President of the United States bade us a cordial "Greet-
ing" and addressed us as follows: "Having submitted yourself to a
local board composed of your neighbors for the purpose of determin-
ing the place and time in which you can best serve the United States
in the present emergency, you are hereby notified that you have now
been selected for immediate military service." After being advised
when and where to report, we were notified by the concluding sen-
tence of the document that "From and after the day and hour just
named you will be a soldier in the military service of the United
States," or, as Buddy Childs might have expressed it, "You're in the
army from now on."
Before proceeding to narrate how we responded to this order, and
how we got our first free ride on the railroad, we must digress to say
a few words about the camp to which most of us came. The plans
of the War Department called for the building of sixteen canton-
ments in various parts of the United States for the training of the
army. One of these was to be situated on a plot of ground about
9300 acres in area between Yaphank and Manor, Long Island, New
York. The place at that time was a desolate wilderness of sand and
scrub-oak, and famous for nothing but our great national bird, the
mosquito. The latter became such a torment that laborers, sent there
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to construct the camp, refused to continue their work, causing a
labor shortage which was only obviated by an increase in wage. The
cantonment to be erected on this spot was to be known as Camp
Upton, in honor of Major-General Emory Upton; and the division to
be trained there was to be known as the Seventy-seventh Division,
with Major-General J. Franklin Bell, Commander of the Department
of the East, in command. The construction of the camp was com-
menced on June 25, 1917, and a few days later the Long Island Rail-
road completed a two-mile spur from the main line into camp. After
the scrub had been thinned out and temporary roads cut through,
some ten thousand laborers were put to work erecting the twelve
hundred buildings of which the camp was to consist. Besides staff
offices, storehouses, a base hospital, and infirmaries, there were to be
one hundred and ninety-five barracks, each capable of quartering
about two hundred and fifty men. Intensive work showed great
fruits, and by September loth the camp was ready to receive and
accommodate the first small increment of two thousand men.
On August 27th, General Bell, with his staff, arrived in Camp Up-
ton, and simultaneously the plan for the Seventy-seventh Division
was announced. The division was to be composed of the following
large units:
I52d Depot Brigade
153d Infantry Brigade
154th Infantry Brigade
I52d Artillery Brigade
302d Engineers
302d Field Signal Battalion
Trains, and Military Police.
The 1 52d Field Artillery Brigade was to consist of three regiments,
the 304th, 305th, both light artillery, and the 306th, heavy field-artil-
lery. The 306th regiment was in turn composed of six batteries, as
follows: Batteries "A" and "B" (ist Battalion), "C" and "D" (2d
Battalion), "E" and "F" (3d Battalion), and two companies. Supply
and Headquarters, the medical corps being a department of the sup-
ply company.
During the next week junior officers who were to command the
division kept arriving, and were assigned or attached to various
units.
On September 17th, Captain Fairman R. Dick was assigned as
commanding oflicer of Battery "A." On the same day. First Lieu-
tenant Samuel J. Reid, Jr., Second Lieutenant William A. Vollmer,
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and Second Lieutenant Herbert J. Swenson were also assigned. Sec-
ond Lieutenant John H. Ketcham and Second Lieutenant Walter
Burke were attached to the battery. All of the foregoing officers
were graduates of the Plattsburg Training Camp, August 15, 191 7,
3d Battery, 2d Provisional Training Regiment.
September 10, 191 7, saw the first contingent of men arrive in camp.
It must be understood that while all of us who went to make up the
battery did not arrive at this time, or even originally, in Camp Upton,
a general description of the procedure by which men were withdrawn
from their homes and sent to camp will apply in most of our individ-
ual cases, and will serve sufficiently to recall that eventful day in our
lives when we began our military careers.
Summoned by the "Order of Induction" to appear at our respective
local boards, we donned our least desirable suits of clothes and re-
ported at the appointed hour. The assembled group of recruits was
put under the supervision of one of their number, selected by the
local board chairman, and this important personage was given the
title of "district leader." Moving to the point of entrainment, we
boarded troop trains while relatives and friends bade us good luck
and God-speed. Arriving at Medford, the last stop before Camp
Upton, an army officer boarded the train and called on the district
leaders to surrender the records of the men of their groups. Upon
detrainment at camp we were formed in double rank and answered
roll-call. There we stood, soldiers yet still civilians, home and friends
behind us, and before us we knew not what. Our feelings ranged
from drunken hilarity to sober, quiet pondering. Our faces showed,
perhaps, a mixed look of expectancy, curiosity, and concern; and,
whether conscious of it or not, our thoughts found expression in these
lines:
"Oh that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come,
But it sufficeth that the day will end.
And then the end be known."
We were marched off over rough, uncompleted roads, thick with
dust, around heaps of building material, over spur-tracks of the rail-
road, past half-constructed barracks, all to the tune of carpenters'
hammers which clattered with machine-gun-like precision. Reaching
a nearly completed barrack, we were halted, and entering were as-
signed our bunks. To each man was issued his first army equip-
ment, which consisted of two olive-drab blankets, a bed-sack to
be filled with straw, and a mess-kit. We were then introduced to
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army "chow" in a manner which became painfully familiar to us.
Passing along an ever tedious mess line to a counter, and armed with
our newly acquired eating utensils, which we juggled with a diffi-
culty born of inexperience, we made the acquaintance of army beans
and that fluid which some demented people have called coffee. The
cofifee-cup gave us more trouble, perhaps, than anything else, for it
seemed to absorb all the heat of its contents. It became so hot that
it would have blistered our lips had we attempted to drink from it.
When it cooled off a bit we confidently grasped the handle, hoping
to wash down a few beans, only to find, too late, that the handle
catch was loose, and that the entire content was being swiftly dumped
into the beans. Falling in on another line, we poured what had
now become bean soup into a garbage can and completed our first
mess by washing our mess-kits in soapy hot water and rinsing them
in clear cold water. Thus endeth the first lesson.
The day following arrival was occupied by physical examinations
and mustering-in. As each man entered the medical barrack a num-
ber was stamped on his bare arm — much like the branding of cattle,
we thought — and passing into the first room, where a line of doctors
awaited to receive him, he was thoroughly examined. Eyes, ears,
heart, lungs, feet, throat, teeth, and other portions of the anatomy all
received the careful consideration of the physicians. Recording the
location of scars and other physical marks followed, and then we
were placed in the hands — none too tender — of the vaccinating sur-
geon, who passed us on to his partner in crime, the inoculating sur-
geon. The inoculation was a hypodermic injection of typhoid anti-
toxin, administered three times, with ten-day intervals. Few of
us will forget the effects of the "needle" or the violent dislike we de-
veloped for it. The inspectors concluded the examination by taking
our finger prints (apparently we were to be treated like criminals)
and, provided no physical defects were found, we were finally ac-
cepted as fit subjects to withstand the privations of military service.
Mustering-in, which took place immediately after the medical ex-
amination, consisted of a general survey of the family tree and the
opening of an individual service record. We were happy to oblige
the army with any biographical notes, but completely lost courage
when some tired clerk irritably and unfeelingly asked us, "Whom do
you want notified in case you're killed?" At this time a "Qualification
Card" was made out for each man, containing a summary of his
ability along business and military lines — a guide to those assigning
men to various branches of the service.
On September 12th, the men who had arrived two days before were
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assembled and, as their names were read out, were assigned to units.
The battery commanders were present to act as standards around
whom the men assigned to their commands might rally. The twelve
men assigned to Battery "A" assembled around Captain Dick under
the guidance of Lieutenant Reid. They were immediately gathered
together in barrack number "P-58." Sergeant Robert L. Smith, one
of about two hundred and fifty regular army men sent to Camp Up-
ton, was made their acting first sergeant.
The next contingent of men arriving from local boards, September
2 1 St, were quartered in barrack "J-43." Thirty-three of them were
assigned to Battery "A." The twelve men previously assigned were
brought up to "i-43" to be quartered there. The third addition to
the personnel of the battery consisted of nine men arriving Septem-
ber 28th. At the close of September, 1917, the battery strength
amounted to fifty-five enlisted men, four officers assigned, and two
officers attached. Until October 3, 191 7, this small nucleus of the
battery was housed in barrack "J-43." On this date we moved to a
barrack just completed on the corner of Fourth Avenue and Sixteenth
Street, and in that section of camp which was to be the artillery area.
This was the final home of the battery, for we remained in this build-
ing until our departure for Europe in the spring of 19 18.
Our barrack was a large frame building, two stories in height. The
entire upper floor was used as a dormitory. The lower floor was
divided by a hallway, containing the staircase, the bulletin board,
and a long bench over one end of which, on the wall, was fastened
the mail-box. As one entered the hall, two doorways, one at either
extremity, led to the left into the mess-hall, a spacious room fur-
nished with benches and tables. At the farther end of the room was
the serving counter, behind which were the kitchen, pantry, and
storeroom (later burglarized now and then). Across the hall were
the orderly, supply, and first sergeant's rooms. The remainder of the
floor space on this side of the hallway was utilized alternately, now
as a dormitory, now as a recreation room, the varied employment of
the room depending on whether the medical authorities thought that
two and a half or three feet between bunks was sneezing reach. They
altered their opinions on this distance on two occasions, and very
suddenly, and we suffered accordingly. It may be in point to men-
tion the small addition made to the orderly room in the form of a
private office for Captain Dick, for it was this mysterious holy of
holies which did much for the discipline of the battery. The quiet
seclusion, the cold military dignity of that room, struck terror to the
heart of many a delinquent, and tended to keep all on the straight
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and narrow path. Over the door of that inner temple one saw in-
visibly written the words, "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here."
About fifty feet from the main barrack on Fourth Avenue was a
smaller building, the lower floor of which was used as a Battery "A"
dormitory annex. Both barracks were lighted by electricity and
ventilated by many sliding windows, together with ventilators run-
ning the length of the roofs. Heat was supplied by large stoves which
were kept burning night and day. Keeping in mind the long, cold,
dismal fall nights in pup-tents at the front, when sleep was disturbed
by everything ranging from rain and the cooties to the bang of guns,
it is amusing to remember the complaints registered against the night
guard in Upton, as, on his charitable rounds, he coaled the stoves.
The noise disturbed our slumber, and calls of "Put that coal on with
your hands," "Hey, get a rubber shovel!" were hurled at him. It be-
came a source of amusement for the guard triumphantly to avenge
himself on a few of his close friends by thoughtfully waking them to
announce the time of night and the number of hours' sleep they had
before reveille. The night guard was far from popular. The quar-
ters of the battery were completed by the latrine, a small, low build-
ing in the rear covered with black tar paper. It was divided into
three sections, toilets of the most modern type, a wash section
with many faucets installed over a trough with a wide board edge,
and a shower room containing eight sprays.
So long as we think of our army days, this home of the battery will
ever force itself on our minds as the scene of the happiest of them
all. With conveniences which were never even approached in Europe,
with barracks new and always clean, with unlimited supply of fuel,
and with a dry, clean place to eat our meals, we lived in comparative
comfort.
Seven months, or over one third of the life of the battery, were
spent in Camp Upton, and for this reason, and because, too, those
seven months represented the formation, development, and initial
training of the organization, we shall devote considerable space to
them. We propose to treat this important period of the battery's ex-
istence by considering the problems which we encountered during
that time. It must be borne in mind that the raising and mainte-
nance of America's tremendous army was an enterprise of appalling
complexity and magnitude, and that we, in our small way, had a
share of the difficulties. The large majority of enlisted men who
made up the new army were absolutely new to military service, and
the junior officers, hastily trained to meet the emergency, could not
be taught, in the short period of three months, all things necessary
to their needs for the training of their commands and the proper
organization of their units. It is a further tribute to Yankee ingenu-
ity and perseverance that we met and mastered all difficulties, mas-
tered them well enough, at least, to bring order out of apparent chaos,
well enough to give us victory. Generally speaking, all of our prob-
lems fell under a few big divisions, as follows:
1. Housing the battery, and making the camp area habitable.
II. Feeding the battery.
III. Equipping the battery.
IV. The paper work.
V. Disciplining and training the battery, including physical
conditioning, instilling obedience to military law and the
orders of superiors, training in the use of weapons, smooth
cooperation between various units of the battery, not for-
getting the provision for recreation, so necessary to a
soldier's development and morale.
I. As we have already stated. Camp Upton was far from complete
when the first contingent of recruits arrived. Roads and barracks
were still unfinished and much of the terrain was still uncleared. Our
first duty was to devote at least a part of our time in assisting the
civilian employees of the Government to thin out the scrub-oak and
to pull stumps. This work was handled at first by regularly appointed
details comprised of almost the entire battery, and later by men
under punishment, these latter being familiarly known as "the chain
gang." Roads were repaired and work commenced on clearing a
large area to be eventually used as the 306th Field Artillery parade-
ground. This task we never completed, however, for at the time
when it was scheduled to be ready we were on parade in France with
Fritz in the van. Additional carpentry work on our part made the
barracks more comfortable, and we shall never disparage the talents
of our masons for their building of the garbage incinerator. By their
beautiful masonic creation in the rear of the barrack they gave Bat-
tery "A" first place in the regiment for sanitation.
In order to make our quarters safe against fire, wooden ladders
were erected on the outer front wall of the building. Outside was built
a small shed in which was kept a small hose reel mounted on an axle
and wheels. An order to the effect that one battery in each regiment
be appointed to the task of fire patrol was responsible for our leaping
into fame as the 'Tire Battery." Instantly the slogan " 'A' Battery
is the Fire Battery" was added to our long list of calls. Although we
responded to several alarms, there are three which stand out most
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vividly. One was tlie call at i a.m. to a small blaze in the orderly
room of Battery "A," 305th Field Artillery. Resenting rude dis-
turbance at such an hour, we nevertheless responded, only to find
that the fire had been extinguished before our arrival. Sanchez found
such particular discomfort in arising that, forgetting his newly
acquired military vocabulary, he expressed his highly incensed feel-
ings by merely remarking, "I am so sleepy." Another fire, a more
formidable affair, occurred when the infirmary of the 305th Field
Artillery nearly burned down. We were at noon mess at the time,
but dropped mess-kits and all else to answer the call. The day was
extremely cold and the thorough drenching many of us received
while fighting the flames made us feel that we were surely earning
our free board and lodging. The third fire was at the far end of the
camp, and tired as we were from a long afternoon hike, we must
needs race away down the road, trailing our miniature fire-engine
behind us.
II. The problem of feeding the battery was entrusted to Lieuten-
ant Burke and Frank Waring (acting mess sergeant). Cooking food
in large quantities to feed so many men, was in itself an art at that
time unmastered by any enlisted man. Civilian cooks were employed,
chief of whom was Gross. It is a sad commentary upon our woe-
fully deficient knowledge of our rights under military law, yet at the
same time it speaks well for our desire to attain soldierly obedience,
that we submitted to violent abuse and peremptory orders from a
civilian chef. In later days, armed as we were with a knowledge of
these rights, Gross' actions would undoubtedly have endangered his
bodily safety. Enlisted men were assigned as understudies to our
civilian cooks, and later took up their tasks when the latter were
removed. Throughout the battery's existence cooks came and went.
The executive side of the mess was administered by Frank War-
ing, whose duties, upon his departure for an ordnance school in the
west, were taken up by Henry Mueller, who continued in the capac-
ity of mess sergeant until just before we left Upton, when, at his own
solicitation, he was removed to the line, to be replaced by Herbert
Flatau. The best criterion of Mueller's management of the mess is
found in the fact that during the Argonne campaign, when it became
necessary to remove Flatau and when the mess question was giving
endless but nevertheless just cause for universal complaint, Mueller
was hopefully appealed to by the entire battery to return to his
former duties.
In reviewing the problems of the mess we find that two difficulties
contributed to the tediousness of the task. The first was due to the
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fact that seventeen cents was the ration allowance for each man per
day. If that allowance was overstepped at any time, it meant short
rations later on. But on the other hand, any unused portion was
convertible into cash, and was placed to the account of the battery
in the battery fund. Coming from civil life, with all its luxuries, we
thought seventeen cents all too insufficient for a day's fodder, but it
was demonstrated to be more than enough if skilfully and wisely
disbursed. Let it ever stand to the credit of Mueller that he fed the
battery well yet economically, and with a keen eye to that day in
France when a battery fund would complement poor rations and buy
a few small luxuries so woefully scarce. Despite our vehement pro-
tests, he steadfastly maintained his miserly policy toward us, and our
thanklessness later turned to gratitude. The paper work, new to the
mess sergeant, was complex to an exasperating degree, but down to
the last fraction the work was carried out with conscientious appli-
cation.
When the Quartermaster's Department delivered fresh beef, we
Vv'ere entitled to one forequarter of beef and one hindquarter, the
latter being more desirable because it was more meaty. Often the
quartermaster delivered two forequarters, and Mueller went to every
authority save the Major-General, with the inevitable result that the
quartermaster settled the difficulty by delivering two hindquarters
the following day. To illustrate further his efficiency and discipline
we cite another incident. Due to our throwing whole slices of un-
eaten bread into the incinerator, because at the serving our eyes were
larger than our stomachs, Mueller began cutting the slices in half and
feeding them to us as our appetites demanded. Then, at last, we
knew that he was a painful success.
Consider the task of preventing a continual round of the standard
edibles — stew, beans, canned corned willy, potatoes, oatmeal, rice,
prunes, and dried apricots — from causing mutiny among recruits, and
you have in a nutshell another phase of the mess problem. Suffice it
to say that we ate as well as the quality and quantity of our supplies
would permit. However, when Captain Dick, often to test the qual-
ity of the food, came to the mess line, was served, and retired to the
inner recesses of the orderly room to partake thereof, "we still main-
tain," to employ Gelbach's phrase, that he threw it out of the window,
at the same time shedding bitter tears of official sympathy for us.
111. The declaration of war, with the equipping and maintenance
of our tremendous army, made a sudden and pressing demand on the
industries of the country with which they desperately, and at first
with slow progress, strove to wrestle. Nowhere was this condition
more evident than in the equipment of the battery with uniforms
and other military accoutrements. Upon the entrance into the ser-
vice of the first few thousand there was sufficient equipment to supply
every man with one olive-drab uniform, one suit of underwear, one
pair of socks, one each of service hat, overcoat, and slicker, one pair
of gloves, one pair of tan dress shoes, and one pair of hob-nailed field
shoes, known more familiarly as hikers. The men were usually
measured on the day of their arrival, and received their uniform one
week later. As with many of our other problems, inexperience on
the part of both officers and men played havoc with the possibilities
of efficiency, for we were totally ignorant of a proper method of keep-
ing our clerical records, and knew little or nothing about equipment,
except that it was khaki and that each man was supposed to own a
lot more of it than was provided. Mueller, at the outset, was acting as
supply sergeant, and fulfilled his duties with great ability. On being
transferred to the management of the mess, he was succeeded by
Gray, who did exceptionally good work.
As the number of incoming recruits increased, a corresponding
demand for equipment gave the supply sergeant a deal of worry.
Then, too, we have it on sound authority that the physical size of
the men making up the new army averaged larger proportions than
the men of the old army. The sizes of clothes ran too small for
many of the larger men, and as a result the latter had to wait until
the proper sizes of equipment could be specially requisitioned. All
this meant delay and unending labor. When Jim Murphy stepped
up to be outfitted, he passed each equipment table containing blouses,
breeches, overcoats, hats, etc., receiving the same answer at each
— "Haven't got that size." Finally emerging, his total initial
army equipment consisted of extra shoe-laces, identification tags,
and a yard of tape. His was far from being the only case of
its kind. And what is more, this was as late as December, over
eight months after the declaration of war. About this time the
shoes of the first recruits began to wear out, and more trouble
arose in getting them new ones. A system of sending shoes away
to be repaired was established, but it was four weeks or more
before they were returned. The system, a happy one in its conception,
became hopelessly tangled, and men were apt to receive other shoes
than those they had sent away, a misfortune which resulted in pain-
ful attempts to wear boots which conformed to the bulging bunions of
other feet. All this time new men were coming into the battery, merely
to be equipped by us at the expense of great time and energy andtrans-
f erred to other outfits almost immediately. It was not until early in
19 18 that we received our extra olive-drab uniforms and new shoes.
About the same time field equipment, consisting of pack carrier,
shelter tent, condiment and bacon cans, were issued.
IV. Army paper work, with all its maddening intricacies, pre-
sented another problem demanding patient industry and exactness.
Orders, correspondence, and memoranda of various kinds had to be
classified and filed for constant future reference. Rosters, pay-rolls,
muster-rolls, surveys, and a dozen similar reports had to be made out
regularly. Likewise it was necessary to devise a system by which all
of this work could be carried on with the least possible friction and
the greatest expedition. Here again, the unfamiliarity of new men
with complex military forms called for tremendous effort and long
hours of application on the part of those appointed to the task.
Captain Dick, while never in the slightest neglecting the field-work
of the battery, concentrated the greater part of his time and energy
on this phase of the battery work. Seeking out and testing the qual-
ity of many of the enlisted men for the position of battery clerk, the
position finally was given to Baecker. With great patience, and by
hours of work sometimes stretching far into the nights, Baecker
guided and shaped the clerical afi'airs of the battery until there was
finally devised a system of paper work which remained the model
throughout our existence as a military unit. Approaching each new
problem with only general model specimens, if any, of the matter in
hand, he worked out model forms applicable to the battery's needs.
The first pay-roll, first muster-roll, and many other first reports
worked out by the captain and Baecker were guides thereafter. Aside
from the captain, Baecker was the only man in the battery office who
had a thorough and comprehensive knowledge of this particular
work. During the captain's three months' absence in Fort Sill, the
vast bulk of the work rested squarely on Baecker's shoulders. He
was succeeded by Dunkak, who, from his arrival at Upton, was
trained as a battery clerk, retaining that position until our demobili-
zation. The splendid up-to-the-minute condition of his records at all
inspections in Europe stands as a significant tribute to the manner in
which he accomplished his task.
V. All of the phases reviewed above were of extreme importance
in the development of the battery, and it would be an improper omis-
sion to leave them undiscussed, however uninteresting they may be
to those of us who were not directly concerned with them. However,
our greater interest, our hours of happiness and tedious work, enthu-
siasm and depression, hopes and misgivings, centered almost entirely
around that part of our life at Upton which pertained to training and
disciplining the personnel. We are not disregarding the other im-
portant spheres of work when we say that this was the most vital of
them all and the one to which we must devote more pages, since on
its character, both at Upton and Camp de Souge, depended our fail-
ure or success as a fighting unit on the Lorraine, the Vesle, and the
Argonne fronts.
In the review of our accomplishments under this general division
of our problems let us keep in mind the three outstanding difficulties
which confronted us: first, our own colossal ignorance of all military
matters; second, the lack of ordnance and other field materiel com-
mensurate with our requirements; and third, the inexperience of the
officers. Of the three, the first looms up most prominently. We are
free to admit, indeed proud to state, that at the time of our induction
we knew little, most of us nothing, of military discipline and the
duties of a soldier. We were accustomed to absolute freedom of
mind and deed, decidedly unaccustomed to dictatorial treatment at
the hands of men who democracy had taught us to believe were no
better than ourselves. To turn such independence into obedience and
to supplant utter ignorance with a knowledge of the exacting require-
ments of military life, were the tasks confronting our officers. That
they succeeded, we hope may be shown by this book, but we are
happy to think that they never succeeded — if they ever planned to —
in converting us into that type of perfect soldier prescribed by mili-
tary regulations, an individual without individuality, a mere mechan-
ism manipulated by pushing the right button. To the last, the men
of the National Army were American fighters, not Prussian soldiers.
As for the materiel with which to train us, it was so woefully in-
adequate that the most optimistic might well have quailed in appre-
hension. Without sufficient guns, rifles, gas-masks, or artillery in-
struments, it seemed impossible that we could learn enough to take
our stand against veteran troops. Indeed, it was not until we went
in for intensive training at Camp de Souge, that we gained a real in-
sight into the nature of our work, though our experiences at Upton
gave us a necessary foundation in discipline, drill, and military
etiquette.
The inexperience of officers was a circumstance of tremendous
significance. The fact that we used to call them "ninety-day won-
ders" indicates our attitude toward them at the time. It is a temp-
tation to exaggerate their inexperience just as it is a temptation to
overrate many of their accomplishments. It may be said, however,
that they were hastily trained, and trained in American methods of
warfare which, in many cases, proved of little use in camp and of
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no use on the battle line. Perhaps the majority of junior officers in
the National Army were young men fresh from college, or even with
unfinished education. Some were less experienced in the ways of life
than many of the men whom they commanded. In fact, they were
men whose enthusiasm and spirit far outran their military learning
and, at times, their powers of discretion. It is casting no aspersion
on their characters or abilities to say so. It is merely another re-
flection on America's unpreparedness. Let it be said that Battery
"A" fortunately began its career under the supervision of officers who
were mature in judgment and capable of mastering in a most credit-
able way the problems which beset them; yet it will always be a
source of amusement to remember the numerous occasions, from the
first dismounted drills in Upton to the instruction in Butt's "Manual
of Arms" in Noyon, France, when our instructors stood, book in
hand, referring to printed pages for information which their knowl-
edge could not supply them.
Truly, these difficulties presented a situation which aflforded little
encouragement, and now, as we follow more or less chronologically
the development of the battery, splendid efforts and splendid results
are revealed, which must ever be a source of pride to the enlisted men
and to the officers who led them.
On September 29, 19 17, the first step in training was taken in the
form of instruction in close order drill, A number of men were on
detail, leaving about thirty men clad in civilian attire to answer the
call. Captain Dick marched the men out to one of the uncompleted
camp roads about a quarter of a mile from the barracks, and, without
use of military commands, arranged them in double rank. Lined be-
fore him there were men representing many walks of life, from the
farm, the factory, offices, college lecture halls, and professions, now
mere recruits waiting to receive the first lesson in the new game they
had entered.
Who of us present at that moment will ever forget the captain's
maiden speech to Battery "A"? He touched briefly on the purpose
of our being there, marshaling such reasons as whipping the Germans,
defending our national honor, and squaring the Lusitania account;
but from the point of view which we entertained in those days, he
failed to mention the most compelling reason, namely, the "Order of
Induction." He finished by telling us of the "terrible" Canadian
losses, and he wanted to "emphasize" that "they lost — they lost
heavily — they lost because they didn't have discipline — we must
have discipline." This speech was delivered with the natural rising
inflection of his voice toward the end of each sentence, short or long,
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with a snapping out of the last word. A short period of instruction
in the simple drill movements such as right, left, and about face,
terminated the morning session. During the afternoon we were divided
into squads, and as certain men were appointed as squad leaders
buttons began to fly off blouse fronts as chests swelled under the an-
ticipation of a set of stripes. Another lecture ended the afternoon
session. This lecture, the first of a long series on the subject, was
devoted to profound declarations about saluting, its value and ne-
cessity, and how to render it so that the officer receiving it would
"jump." Then and there the captain made us understand that the
fate of the Nation, together with the balance of power in Europe,
hung on our ability to render a correct salute. We now recall how
the battery ofttimes thereafter was taken to some side road or drill
field to practice the subtle, angular art of saluting. We started from
a position of "At ease," with feet spread apart. Then the command
"Attention" — "Hand," at which the right hand was raised to saluting
position, "Salute," and the hand was snapped down. This was fol-
lowed by the command "At ease." With clocklike regularity the
drill was repeated over and over again, and with great solemnity, as
though the Nation's salvation depended upon it.
From September 24th to October 22d, the work of the battery was
concentrated on close order drill and physical exercise. As men were
transferred to or from the battery, the personnel of the organization
changed often. Only the most important changes are mentioned in
this writing. By virtue of new arrivals on September 28th and Oc-
tober 8th, the number of enlisted men increased to 194. Permanent
squads with acting squad leaders and section chiefs were formed.
McKeever and Marriner were officially appointed acting corporals
with the captain's awful warning that they were to be "obeyed and
respected accordingly." A system of bugle-calls was instituted with
first call at 6 a.m. and taps at 10 p.m. Sergeant Smith, the first top-
sergeant of the battery, with deliberate intention went A. W. O. L. to
be "busted" and sent back to his outfit in the Regular Army, punish-
ment inflicted at the hands of a Summary Court. Despite McKeever's
aspiration to the position, Ardiff v/as made top-sergeant. On Oc-
tober 21st, Corporal Chester B. Armour, First-class Private George P.
Gray, and Zollinger were transferred to us from the Regular Army
Coast Artillery at Fort Greble, Rhode Island. A War Department
order at this time forbade the making of any non-commissioned of-
ficers from the National Army ranks until after November i, 19 17.
Armour was consequently transferred to us to be first sergeant, Gray
as supply sergeant, and Zollinger as a line sergeant. In compliance
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with this order, Ardiff was removed in favor of Armour, only to be
reappointed nine days later, he being the captain's choice for that
place, any order of the War Department to the contrary notwith-
standing. Although reluctant to remove Mueller, the captain had no
alternative under the above-mentioned order but to make Gray sup-
ply sergeant. Gray was allowed just twenty-four hours to master the
supply system or give way to Mueller again on the first of November.
Although inexperienced in this kind of work, and facing a task al-
most impossible to grasp in so short a time. Gray labored fast and
hard, and with Mueller's assistance he succeeded. He remained as
supply sergeant until he was removed to the hospital from the
Leviathan upon docking at Brest.
November ist witnessed the first official appointments of non-
commissioned officers. Captain Dick wisely delayed the appointment
of non-commissioned officers. His opinion on the subject was that of
an eminent German military writer, who once said that non-commis-
sioned officers were the backbone of any military organization. Ger-
mans, however, have been proved in the wrong on more than one
question lately, and probably the majority of us would justly insist
that, if any one rank could claim to be the mainstay of an army, the
honor would fall to the buck private. With few exceptions, the
enlisted men at that time had not enough of the rudimentary knowl-
edge of military drill to permit them to be of much assistance
as non-commissioned officers. Consequently the captain waited,
ever observing and studying. He endeavored always to avoid
the error of hasty and improper selections which would cause
the organization to suffer or compel the reduction of any whom
he had appointed. Whatever criticism can be made of his other
policies, now looking back with a knowledge gleaned from experi-
ence, we are happy to acknowledge that his attitude toward his
non-commissioned officers seems almost perfect. Painstakingly
he instructed them in their duties, never driving them into
the hands of those whom they commanded by reproving them
in public, and never robbing them of their necessary self-confidence
and self-assertiveness by threatening them with reduction — a last
resort with him, and one which he was never compelled to employ.
In short, he promoted a man and then backed that man and his
actions to the limit. He instilled a pride in the stripes by formally
presenting the warrants at a battery formation to each new non-com-
missioned officer individually, and in a speech to the battery as a
whole at that time he stated, "A non-commissioned officer's order is
mine — in my absence he stands in my stead — he must be respected
and obeyed." Such conduct as this drew for him the instant co-
operation of his non-coms, and, after his promotion and withdrawal
from the battery, his policy was recognized with approval by both
non-coms and privates.
On October 22, 191 7, the battery embarked on a period of intensive
training which lasted sixteen weeks. A plan was laid down, definitely
indicating the lines along which the battery was to be developed. The
organization was to be divided into three large groups, known as the
special detail, cannoneers, and mechanics. The entire battery was
to receive physical training in the morning and an hour of close order
drill each day. For the remainder of the day the men were divided
into the groups above named and trained in the special functions of
the group to which they belonged.
The special detail, ever since its creation ironically referred to as
the "Brains of the Battery," and composed of certain men selected
for their particular qualifications, were trained in visual signaling,
the use of the field signal-buzzer, installation and operation of
telephones, panoramic sketching, map-drawing, manipulation of fire-
control instruments, and general liaison work. Flags rudely made
with sticks and pieces of cloth were used for the instruction in visual
signaling. Men were taught the semaphore alphabet, and then prac-
tised its use among themselves. Sometimes, especially in the winter,
the signaling was done from one end of the upper fioor of the main
barrack to the other. As spring approached, the work was carried to
the drill ground between the barracks, to Smith's Field, or to the hill
back of the re-mount station. In the main the work was dull and
only a few men ever attained great proficiency in it.
The "buzzer class" offered a splendid opportunity for sleep.
"Buzzer class in the lower squad room," was the form the summons
took. Regulation field buzzers were not received until early spring,
and in their absence ordinary push-button electric bells, encased in
small wooden boxes, were employed. We spent many hours lolling in
arm-chairs around the large stove, translating scattered sentences from
popular magazines into the Morse code, while a partner in practice
endeavored to read the message. Often a sentence was taken from a
particularly interesting story which resulted in far more attention
being paid to the story than to the buzzer. As in visual signaling,
there were few men who applied themselves sufficiently to become
proficient. When the regulation field buzzers arrived, much time
v/as spent in experimenting with the instruments, to give the men a
knowledge of testing and repairing them.
Telephone instruction consisted of stringing wires all through the
barrack, around posts, up and down the staircases, through windows,
and through holes drilled in the walls. Conversations from floor to
floor, main barrack, and annex, were carried on.
Panoramic sketching from a terrain board or the surrounding
country, and map-reading and -making gave us a hazy idea of that
work, but no more.
The cannoneers were instructed in standing gun drill on American
three-inch pieces, but never actually fired them, although they went
to the range to watch the 305th Field Artillery fire. Under Lieutenant
Ketcham and Lieutenant Burke the duties of cannoneers in the opera-
tion of the three-inch piece were explained, and during December we
received two three-inch pieces with caissons, with which to display
our newly acquired knowledge. Standing gun drill and simulated fir-
ing occupied us for a few weeks, when the pieces were taken away to
be used at the new Officers' Training School established at the camp.
It was during this work on the guns that the battery sustained its
first casualty, Bernstein having the top of one of his fingers cut off
when he inadvertently got his finger in the breech recess as the breech
block swung closed. The whole regiment received four three-inch
pieces of a most antiquated model, and we promptly dubbed them
the "pre-Revolutionary War guns." All four guns were consigned to
each battery one day a week. On the days when the guns were in
other hands, standing gun drill was conducted by means of four
planks laid on the ground to represent the wheels, muzzle, and trail
of the gun. The system of American commands was used, range
being given in yards, site in degrees on the quadrant, and deflection
in mills. No explosives were ever handled at Upton, and the only
real benefit the cannoneers received from their training there, was a
slight inkling of how a gun crew was formed, how it functioned on a
drill field, and the manner in which indirect fire was conducted.
Curiosity may be aroused as to why the third division of the bat-
tery, the mechanics — consisting at that time of almost one half of
the total battery strength — was later reduced to the small group of
three men who served as our mechanics during action. That is read-
ily explained by the fact that we were originally intended to be a
motorized outfit in which a large number of men would be needed to
manipulate tractors, motor-cars, and cycles, beside superintending
the construction of gun-pits and large dugouts. The training of the
mechanics was conducted along these lines.
Instruction in the theory and handling of motors was derived from
overhauling and assembling the motor in the captain's Ford. Later
an Oldsmobile car was sent to the battery to be cleaned and repaired,
an object which afforded the mechanics further opportunity for pro-
found research and experiment. The work was carried on under the
direction of Waring, as chief mechanic. The classes consisted chiefly
of hot disputes among Waring, Rubin, Estrominsky, and Schild-
knecht over each other's mechanical knowledge. Always, motor parts
were found scattered in practically every part of the barrack, and it
was an inevitable occurrence that, once assembled, the motor had to
be immediately overhauled because some part had not been inserted,
or because a missing tool had been left in a cylinder. An actual illus-
tration of the latter occurred when a small screw-driver was recov-
ered from inside the engine.
After theoretical instruction in the digging of gun emplacements
and underground galleries had been given by Lieutenant Vollmer,
practical experience took the form of the construction of a gun-pit
sunk five feet below the ground level with a gallery twenty-five feet
underground. Work was commenced in November in the wooded
country adjoining the camp. The first preparations alone indicated
that the child of our labors would far eclipse the proportions and
beauty of Solomon's temple. A large pit was dug and huge trees
were hewn down, out of which logs were cut twelve to sixteen inches
in diameter. These were to be the inside facing of the walls. The
exhausting work of hauling logs soon sapped any interest we might
have had at the outset, and our enthusiasm was further chilled when
the ground froze, causing our pickaxes to bound off the earth with-
out leaving a scratch. Finally the weather became so intensely cold
that the work was abandoned.
A brief summary of the other more important phases of our de-
velopment will serve to close the review of our training in the art of
war as pursued at Upton.
Non-commissioned officers' school was conducted in drill manual,
in map-reading and map-making, and in principles of fire.
Patrol and scout duty was practised and, after theoretical instruc-
tion in the use of the compass and in woodcraft, patrols were es-
tablished. But they degenerated into nothing more than wild games
of hare and hound, pursued without the slightest regard for military
regulations.
Small-arms firing was taken up after we were equipped with
rifles, which, with the exception of some twenty old Krag rifles,
was not until early spring, when the new Winchester rifles arrived.
These were replaced by Eddystone rifles, a few weeks prior to our
departure overseas. Our first duty was to clean the rifles of heavy
cosmoline, this occupying us for several afternoons in the lower mess-
hall, when we diligently transferred the cosmoline from the rifles to
our uniforms. Drill in sighting and aiming at bull's-eyes at the end
of the room (not forgetting the famous "trigger-squeeze") prepared
us for work on the range. The night before the days on the range
we practised simulated firing. Cartridges, with the explosive and
primers extracted, were used. We lay on the tables in the mess-hall
and went through the drill of loading, sighting, aiming, squeezing the
trigger, and extracting the empty cartridge. We practised slow and
rapid fire. The actual firing on the range brought splendid results,
the battery as a whole firing exceptionally well for novices, sub-
stantiating Roosevelt's assertion that an American is born a good
shot.
Bayonet drill is something we shall not soon forget. "On guard,"
"Short thrust," "Withdraw," "Long thrust," "Butt strike," are com-
mands which produce a smile. Nor can we forget Lieutenant Voll-
mer urging us to look more fierce as we thrust the bayonet at an
imaginary opponent, nor the wild dashes in platoon front across open
lots, yelling, in compliance with our instruction, like Cherokee
Indians.
If we were only to mention a few of Mourges' commands, such as
"For protection only," "Clean your right eyepiece," "Press out for
gas," "Don't dribble through your mouthpiece," "Give your name,
rank, and organ-eye-zation," "Right o'black," they would serve to
recall our training in gas defense. The importance of gas defense
was appreciated to its fullest extent, and the training was intensive
to a very high degree. The facilities for training were limited to
twelve gas-masks. The battery was divided into small groups, which
alternated in the use of the masks. The drill consisted in an inspec-
tion to test the mask for imperfections, drill in rapid adjustment, and
dismounted drill with the mask adjusted over the face, all of which
was supplemented by lectures on first aid in case of our being gassed.
The drill was repulsive because, with such a limited number of masks,
we were compelled to put in our mouths the mouthpieces which had
been used by others, an unsanitary and most unpleasant feature
which we vainly attempted to mitigate by washing the mouthpieces
in a nauseating solution of creosote. Mourges was a first-class task-
master, but drilled over-hard and over-long, to the extent of display-
ing bad judgment. On the other hand, the gas-defense training was
perhaps the most productive of all our work at Upton. The rudi-
ments so thoroughly instilled into us there were never forgotten, and
made the later training in that work under Bernstein at Camp de
Souge very simple.
In anticipation of our possibly becoming a horse-drawn instead
of a motor-drawn battery (which, as we know, proved to be the
case), a course in equitation was given us. Due to the total lack of
horses, wooden substitutes were used. These were built by the men,
and consisted of long, hollow, wooden cylinders mounted on four
sticks. Small pegs fastened on the top of the cylinders served to
designate the pommel and cantle of the saddle. Under the tutelage
of Lieutenant Burke, we executed the commands "Stand to horse,"
"Prepare to mount," and "Mount." The last command was partic-
ularly difficult to execute, for some of the horses were built higher
than others, and since none of them had stirrups or saddles, consider-
able discomfort was experienced by the uninitiated, who jumped high
and fell heavily in the hard, wooden seats. Other movements of the
cavalry drill were practised, as "Low reach," "About face," etc. With
so much other simulated work going on for lack of proper facilities,
it is a matter for self-congratulation that we were not compelled to
groom imaginary manes and polish imaginary hoofs by the numbers.
There was a great deal of such mock procedure, and it all appeared
futile and ridiculous, yet simulation of one sort or another was
merely making the best of an unfortunate situation. What is more
important, it kept us busily preoccupied with other thoughts than
those of home and Broadway.
All this training, or attempt at training, along special lines was sup-
plemented by close order drill and physical exercise, conducted for
one hour each morning under Lieutenant Swenson. What contrib-
uted more than anything else to the physical conditioning of the men,
were the long afternoon hikes in the invigorating air of the country.
How well we remember Lieutenant Reid speeding along in tireless
fashion, leading us up and down hills, never slackening the pace, and
bringing us back to the barrack perspiring and with legs aching from
what usually amounted to a five-mile trip.
One day of every week was set aside for an all-day hike, with in-
struction in castrametation. The latter consisted in pitching tents,
mounting guard, preparing food on the field range, and policing the
camp area. The one outstanding event in this connection was the
Shoreham hike, which forever after was the criterion of all battery
marches. With full equipment, including the blankets rolled and
carried over the shoulder and around the body similar to pictures of
Sherman's troops on their march to the sea, the battery departed at
8 A.M. Most of the twelve miles to Shoreham were made in the rain.
The rations for the mess were carried in the captain's "flivver."
Arriving at 1 1.30 a.m., camp was made on the beach and mess cooked
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and eaten in a downpour of rain. The mess consisted of dam
chowder, baked beans, bread, and coffee. Our portions of clam
chowder were visibly increased and noticeably diluted by rain-water,
shed from our service hats as we nodded our heads in endeavors to
drink. Early in the afternoon the return hike was commenced and
the battery, splashing through mud and water, yet singing with great
spirit, arrived at the barrack at 5.30 p.m.
Oh, Captain Dick of Battery "A,"
He had two hundred men.
He marched them up to the top of a hill.
And marched them down again;
And when they were up they were up,
And when they were down they were down.
And when they were only halfway up.
They were neither up nor down.
While we go marching
And the band begins to P-L-A-Y,
You can hear them shouting,
'The boys of Battery 'A'
Are on a hike again to-day!"
The dull, monotonous moments of our lives at Upton were con-
fined chiefly to the hours of training. Once those hours were passed,
life was more enjoyable. It has been previously mentioned that the
lower squad room served alternately in the capacity of a dormitory
and a recreation room. The battery bought a pool table, hired a
piano, purchased chess and checker sets, and these, with a small
library of books and magazines, afforded many pleasant hours. On
two occasions the medical authorities decided that the space be-
tween bunks must be widened, and accordingly our recreation room
was needed as a dormitory for the excess number of bunks excluded
from the other barrack rooms. When this occurred, the pool table
had to be put in one corner, rendering it useless, and the piano moved
to the mess-hall. Added to our facilities for enjoyment was the
Y. M. C. A., with writing-tables and moving-picture shows. And the
erection of the Hostess House across the street opened another fa-
vorite rendezvous with its comfortable easy-chairs, rugs on the floor,
reading matter, and a canteen where much delightful and dainty food
afforded relief from the unpalatable army fare. Entertainments
were conducted in our own mess-hall on many occasions, giving
Buddy Childs, Jim Barnes, and others opportunities to display their
vocal talents.
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Perhaps the most important factor which contributed to our rec-
reation was the week-end pass to New York City. Due to the ever
increasing size of the division and the limited transportation facili-
ties, the pass privilege was restricted to a very small percentage of
each unit in the camp. At first the fortunate ones were entitled to go in
on any available train. However, great minds ran in the same channel,
and the entire crowd rushed headlong for the first train, causing many
stampedes, in one of which a colonel was knocked off his horse. The
system of designating on the face of the pass certain trains for de-
parture and return was instituted (we suspect at the instigation of the
outraged colonel). Men were gathered into regimental units, in-
spected for cleanliness of uniform and other equipment, and carefully
scrutinized to insure their having on the white stock collar. They
were then marched off by an officer to the terminal, and boarded the
train in an orderly fashion. An entire chapter could easily be de-
voted to this subject of passes, with all its virtues, faults, joys,
sorrows, and injustices.
The general principle was to grant passes by roster. The plan was
apparently the only equitable way of managing the matter, yet it
proved to be a poor one in operation, for hopes were justly raised,
only to be dashed down when the inevitable duty and guard rosters
happened to interfere. The judgments of the officer in charge and of
the first sergeant were subjected to bitter criticism by those who
suffered. Many thought there was a powerful oligarchy in the bat-
tery, and perhaps rightly, for certainly there was a favored
coterie of non-commissioned officers who seemed to monopolize
the passes. Then, too, there arose the complication of giving
passes to men who could supply their own transportation in the form
of automobiles, owned or hired. The use of public buses running to
and from New York came into being, and many a weird story can
be told of the joy-rides we had in utilizing them.
With all its mistakes and all the trouble it fomented, we can look
on the pass question as one of those many affairs of army life which
often tried our hearts and tempers, but which, nevertheless, served
us happily many times, and afforded a distinct relief from the drag
of camp. Though many men were not fortunate enough to get to
New York regularly, there was one consolation — which we never had
in foreign service — in the fact that Camp Upton's close proximity to
the city enabled friends and relatives to visit us on Saturdays and
Sundays.
The discussion of our problems and the manner of meeting them
gives only a general insight into our life at Camp Upton, and leaves
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untouched many occasions and many circumstances which the reader
must recall for himself. Our book, however, would be most unsatis-
fying if it did not cite a few of the more memorable events which can-
not well be classified under the headings of our problems, but which
we are loathe to leave unmentioned.
On November 8th, to the disgust and disappointment of the entire
battery and the infinite wrath of the supply sergeant and ofllce force,
Battery "A" was torn asunder by the transfer of one hundred of its
men to the 82d Division, Camp Gordon, Georgia. Lieutenant Reid
was temporarily detached to conduct them, together with four hun-
dred others from divers units in the camp, on their distasteful ex-
cursion to balmier climes. This occasion witnessed the introduction
of the blue cloth barrack bag. Thereafter an issue of "blue bags" to
the supply sergeant caused abnormal palpitations of the heart, whis-
pered rumors as to what men might expect deportation, and subtle
schemes for going A. W. O. L. to escape the hateful transfer. A few
dollars as a fine, a few greasy days in the kitchen, or a week of hard
labor with the chain-gang as punishment for the A. W. O. L. — what
were these compared to the horrible torture of being banished far
from Broadway's dazzling lights?
Second Lieutenant William C. Armstrong was attached to the
battery on November 20, 191 7. Lieutenant Armstrong's strong points
were platoon drill, manual of the pistol, and working in conjunction
with Lieutenant Vollmer on bayonet practice. He is to be pardoned
for all but the manner in which he kept our hearts in a flutter by
flashing his Colt automatic in the air during instruction. All was
well until, one day, he produced three cartridges. We spent many
an anxious minute while he loaded and unloaded the weapon. He
absolutely guaranteed that a shot from the gun would pass through
fifteen feet of reinforced concrete and never would the gun jam. We
learned differently.
December 9, 191 7, was to us a Day of Redemption. A kind of
sabbatical period set in. Captain Dick was sent on three months'
detached service to the School of Fire at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Lieu-
tenant Reid was to act as battery commander during his absence. The
captain was too exacting a disciplinarian to be endured for more than
a few consecutive months. He had a weakness for keeping us stand-
ing at strict attention on the inspection line Saturday mornings, not
allowing us even to blink an eyelid. He had no compunctions for
canceling our names, already on the pass list, for finding a speck of
dirt in a rifle bore, unwashed leggings, or unpolished shoes. In con-
sequence of this, we invariably spent Friday nights in the wash-
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house, getting our equipment immaculately clean and blaspheming
the captain as we scrubbed. Most certainly at Saturday inspection
it was woe unto him who was not fully prepared at the snarling,
blood-curdling command, "0-p-e-n R-a-n-k-s, M-a-r-c-h." And the
indoor inspection at our bunks was just as difficult a test. Blankets
had to be folded in perfect accordance with the diagram posted on
the bulletin board in the lower hall; the mess gear had to be laid out
with painful precision, even to the prongs of the fork and the points
of the spoon and knife taking the approved direction prescribed in
the "Book of Pass Regulations." The extra shoes (when finally
received) had to be polished and placed with mathematical exact-
ness under the bunk. The floor of the barrack had to be scrubbed
every Friday night and kept clean for the morning. If some delin-
quent v/as found he was promptly informed that he had no "disci-
pline," and then followed the inevitable question, "Who is your section
chief?" The unfortunate sergeant was then told all the things for
which he was responsible, ranging, so far as he could gather, from the
delinquent private's personal affairs up to the direction of the entire
war.
Not only in respect to inspections, but in saluting and other mili-
tary courtesies, there was no relief. How many of the uninitiated
stepped into the captain's private room to interview him, and, after
saluting and standing at attention for the first few moments, forgot
themselves and proceeded to assume a more confidential and pleas-
ant attitude by resting one hand on the captain's desk and shifting
the total weight of the body to one foot. The captain was perhaps
rendered speechless for a few seconds by the familiarity of the pose,
but inevitably, after a moment, the words, "You're at Attention!"
would crash from his lips, causing the offender not only to forget the
stage of the story he had reached, but the whole errand itself which
had brought him into the room. Again, when the captain entered the
lower hall and "Attention!" was not called, or was called in a weak
voice, the man who failed in his duty was made to repesit" Attention!"
until he could call it and call it loudly. For him who failed to leap
to his feet at the same warning, there were a few jumping lessons
until he acquired the agility of a jack-in-the-box. If a new recruit,
after a week or two in the battery, was asked by the captain for his
name, and answered "Brown," all the officials from the lowest rank-
ing corporal to the ranking lieutenant were brought to account for
that man not knowing enough to affix his title "Private." Should a
private address a non-commissioned officer as "Corp" or "Sarge" in
the captain's hearing, he was immediately charged with a violation
of all the articles in and out of the "Manual of Courts-Martial."
These exactions, though responsible to a large extent for the battery's
discipline, made the captain's departure a welcome oasis in the desert
of militarism.
On December 8, 1917, another increment of men from civilian life
was received in the camp, and these men, from local boards numbers
64 and 65, were quartered with the battery until December 13th,
when seventy-two of them were assigned. By that time battery af-
fairs were working more smoothly and the new recruits soon mastered
the rudiments of military drill by the example set them and the con-
stant attention given them. Before long they were swinging along
with the rest of the battery. They were informed how fortunate they
were to have made their debut while Lieutenant Reid was in com-
mand, and how they had better begin to prepare for the imperialistic
commander who was on detached service.
Lieutenant Reid arranged with the manager of the 44th Street
Theater in New York City to entertain the entire battery at a per-
formance of "Over the Top." We went to New York on an early
evening train and marched from the Pennsylvania Station up Sev-
enth Avenue to the theater. Although we counted ourselves as
soldiers, fully trained in military etiquette, we must now open the
family closet and confess that we received explicit instructions be-
fore we left the camp as to how we should act if the theater orchestra
played the national anthem. We all enjoyed the play immensely and
the trip back to camp on the midnight train ended a very happy
occasion.
At both Christmas and the New Year, three-day passes were
granted to a large number of men, enabling a great majority to spend
these holidays at home.
First Lieutenant N. J. Marsh was casually attached to the battery
on December 17th, and was transferred to the 305th Field Artillery
on December 28th. First Lieutenant Pitman was attached to the
battery on December 27th. On December 26th, Sergeants Zollinger
and Armour were transferred to Fort Greble, where they had been
originally stationed.
At this time an officers' training school was established in Camp
Upton, and men were recommended from all units to attend and
study for commissions. Lieutenant Reid recommended a number of
men, but only two were selected from "A" Battery. We failed to
receive our full quota as a battery of the regiment, and Lieutenant
Reid protested against discrimination. He appealed to the colonel,
and asked permission to carry the case to the commanding general of
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the camp, but without success. The two selected men, Sergeants
Ardiff and Franklin, went to school, the former going into the in-
fantry school, where he successfully completed the course. Franklin,
when only a few days in the artillery school, wrenched his knee while
jumping over the trail of a three-inch gun during drill, and spent the
rest of the course in the base hospital, thereby deprived of his chance
to earn a well-deserved commission.
On the 5th of January, Baecker was appointed first sergeant to
fill the vacancy created by Ardiff's transfer.
On January gth, Lieutenants VoUmer, Ketcham, and Swenson
were promoted to the rank of first lieutenant. On the same day,
Second Lieutenant Frank R. Greene was attached, and later, Febru-
ary I ith, was assigned to the battery. Lieutenant Armstrong, then
attached, was assigned February 21st. On February 25th, Cap-
tain Dick returned from Fort Sill and again assumed command.
Second Lieutenant John A. Grahn, Jr., was assigned to the battery
on the 14th of March, and on the i6th of the same month Lieutenant
Greene was promoted to the rank of first lieutenant and transferred
to Battery "F" of the regiment.
On March 31, 19 18, the roster showed the battery to have 219
men and 9 officers, assigned or attached.
The battery suffered a distinct loss when Lieutenants Pitman,
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Ketcham, Swenson, and Burke were transferred to regimental head-
quarters. There is nothing but the highest praise on the part of the
enlisted men for these officers. While maintaining their dignity as
officers, they nevertheless were always fair and gentlemanly in their
actions toward all of us. At all times they displayed the greatest
interest in us, and employed their authority in no arrogant nor selfish
manner, nor ever abused it to our disadvantage. They formed an
ideal combination, better than we could have desired, and a combi-
nation which was never again equaled, let alone surpassed, in the
history of the battery. Lieutenant Pitman's endeavors were devoted
entirely to the special detail, and he displayed considerable knowl-
edge and aptitude for his work. Lieutenants Ketcham and Burke
were engaged in the instruction of cannoneers and supervised our
efforts to master the theories of equitation. Because of their former
experience in the ranks they were peculiarly fitted for practical ar-
tillery work. Lieutenant Swenson's particular duty was conditioning
the battery in physical training and instructing us in close order drill
and military courtesies.
Washington's Birthday, February 22, 1918, marked the end of the
sixteenth-week period of intensive training. At that time, the Sev-
enty-seventh Division parade was held in New York City, but none
of our regiment was represented, since we had neither guns nor
horses. Many of the men, however, received three-day passes to the
city.
The air became surcharged with conflicting rumors to the effect
that, on the one hand, we were going to endure another long period
of training, and, on the other hand, that we were soon to start for
overseas duty. Meanwhile training continued along the same lines
as theretofore. During March, mid-week passes seemed to indicate
that foreign service was at hand, but all rumors came to naught as
our routine work continued.
On March i8th, the 1 52d Field Artillery Brigade held a review and
a ball in the 69th Regiment Armory in New York City. The men
who were not in the city on week-end passes proceeded there during
the day. Lieutenant Reid was in command, the captain acting as
battalion commander. About 8 o'clock in the evening we assembled
near the armory, manceuvered about the vicinity for a time, and
finally halted on Madison Avenue facing Madison Square. Here we
awaited our turn to proceed to the review, and when our turn came,
we marched over to Lexington Avenue and 26th Street in column
formation, entered the massive armory, and, at the command of
"Squads left," swung into a battery front to start on our long and
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perilous journey past the reviewing stand. The order of "Squads
left" resulted in utter confusion (any one might guess it would have
to happen during a review), and we took a moment to unscramble
ourselves and dress our line, but once recovered, we swept down the
huge drill floor and by the reviewing stand in grand style. After the
entire brigade had passed in review, the fun began, for the ball which
followed was a great success. The following morning we returned to
Upton, none the worse for our military dissipation.
During the early part of April, the infantry units of the division
began to move overseas. Due to the loss of many men on the final
inspection, the depleted infantry ranks were brought up to strength
by transfers from artillery units in the camp. We lost a total of one
hundred and thirteen experienced men, which affected our battery
strength not only in numbers but in the loss of well drilled men. The
camp seemed very deserted, and all of the artillery units were in a
sadly depleted condition. This led instantly to a bombardment of
rumors that the artillery would not depart for overseas for some time
to come; and, what was most depressing, other rumors gained cir-
culation that the artillery, or what was left of it, would be converted
into infantry. Unhappy thought!
All thoughts of remaining in the States were dispelled by the whirl-
wind march of events during what proved to be our last week at
Camp Upton. Afi'airs took on a different color and all evidence
pointed to an early departure. Equipment was inspected and re-
inspected. Replacement troops came in large numbers from Camp
Devens (Massachusetts) and Camp Dodge (Iowa). They were hur-
riedly drilled to bring them up to the standard of men who had had
some seven months' previous training. In the midst of this con-
fusion, orders suddenly arrived for the battery to be prepared to move
within three days — Sunday night, April 21, 19 18. The paper work in
the office had to be brought up to the minute, and a complicated sail-
ing list type-written in many copies. The supply sergeant had to
bring the equipment of the men up to the requirements and dispose
of any surplus. It meant practically all-night work for two nights.
We were advised that Sunday would be the last opportunity offered
for our friends and relatives to see us, and that farewells would have
to be said in camp, since no passes would be granted.
Sunday morning, April 21st, dawned with torrents of rain, blown
by a cold, penetrating wind. Shortly after 9 a.m., relatives and
friends began to arrive on the first trains from the city and splashed
through the mud and rain, or, if they were fortunate enough, rode
from the station to the barrack in jitney buses. At 1 1 a.m., the
motor trucks from the Supply Company backed up to the front stoop
of the barrack and a detail began loading the "blue bags." When
this work was completed we were allowed to spend our time with our
visitors. There were many pathetic scenes in the early afternoon as
last farewells were said and relatives began to depart. At 2 p.m.,
an embarkation medical inspection of a very superficial nature was
held and quickly completed. As evening drew on, more and more
relatives took their last leaves, and by 8 p.m. the camp was cleared
of civilians.
Since the spring bunks and bed-sacks had been disposed of, we lay
on the floor of the dormitories, on our blankets and overcoats, await-
ing the call. Some were still engaged in making preparations for
departure. At i a.m., the first sergeant's whistle blew and electric
lights were switched on. The non-commissioned officers were
gathered in the mess-hall and final instructions concerning the trip
to the port of embarkation were given by the captain. There was
a hurried mess; reserve rations were issued; packs were rolled; and
the final policing of the barrack and battery area was finished.
The confusion and excitement of the long day and the nervous
anticipation of unusual events to come might well have dampened
our spirits, yet some of us found energy to hang outside the barrack
door painted signs on which were inscribed such phrases as, "Summer
home to let — Owners gone to Europe for the Summer," "To let — In-
quire Uncle Sam," "Good-by Upton — Will return in the Spring."
Indeed, despite our fatigue, we were ready for anything which Fate
might lay in our path, and Fate, to be sure, had many experiences
in store for us.
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The "Dizzy"
BY VERNON B. SMITH
He's what we call "a dizzy." He has a vacant stare,
A countenance expressionless, a mop of matted hair;
His conversation's jerky, his step serenely slow.
He cannot seem to learn the things a soldier ought to know.
He cannot hold his rifle right, nor do squads east and west;
His uniform hangs slovenly across his sunken chest;
He cannot pass inspection, his faults are not a few.
But he's useful in the kitchen, for he can dish the stew.
"Now give them all the stew they want," old Flatau used to say,
"Yes, give the boys all they can eat, one spoonful each, to-day."
The "dizzy" always dipped one spoon and gave not one drop more;
He cared not for entreaties, he cared not how they swore.
Oh, he's handy in the kitchen, for he knows not friend or foe.
Although he cannot learn the things a soldier ought to know.
Sn^cAHKEKejv aj^BS
IT 3 A.M., Monday, April 22d, Battery "A" started on
its way to join the American Expeditionary Forces.
We assembled on the small drill grounds where we
had executed squads right for seven months, and
where many a pleasant afternoon had been spent
playing baseball. A roll-call showed all men pres-
ent. "Squads right," commanded Lieutenant Voll-
mer, and the battery set forth for the great unknown.
Ankle deep in mud, through the darkness and heavy fog of early
morning, we splashed down Fourth Avenue, through 13th Street to
Second Avenue, and on to the station. Long troop trains with their
cars marked with the names of the units to occupy them were stand-
ing in the station awaiting our arrival. We piled aboard and took
our places, three men and their packs to each double seat. At 5.55
the train drew out, and as we whizzed by the familiar stations of
Hicksville, Mineola, and Jamaica, much interest was displayed in
our passage by early morning commuters, who waved us farewell.
Nearing New York, all windows were ordered closed, and we were
cautioned not to throw from the cars any messages addressed to
relatives giving news of our departure. Also long pieces of manila
cord were issued with which to tie our hats to our overcoats, presum-
ably in anticipation of a cyclonic voyage down the East River.
We detrained at Long Island City at 8.40 a.m., as shown by the
huge clock on the Metropolitan Tower across the river. We marched
through the terminal and crowded on the ferry-boat George Wash-
ington, which, when loaded to capacity, drew quietly out of the slip,
passed down the East River, around the Battery, and up the Hudson
to the piers of the Hamburg- American Line. The trip consumed
four hours, for the good ship George Washington manoeuvered up
and down before the Hoboken piers, apparently waiting for a signal
to indicate the slip at which she should dock. We anxiously won-
dered which of the many transports, large and small, was to be ours,
and were considerably elated when we tied up near the giant trans-
atlantic liner Leviathan, formerly the German ship Vaterland.
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Tightly jammed on the ferry, our packs weighing heavily on our
weary backs, we were more than ready to go aboard the liner, but
we had a long wait before leaving the boat and another under the
great sheds of the dock, before we marched aboard the steamer. We
were very hungry, for our last mess had been served at 2 a.m. Or-
ders had been given that we must not touch our reserve rations
without the consent of a commissioned officer, and no officer was
thoughtful enough to say the word; but the vacant feeling in our
vitals was partially relieved when women workers of the Red Cross
served us coffee and two small buns apiece.
As we marched aboard the Leviathan, each man's name was called
from the sailing list, and as he responded to his name a billet ticket
was given him, designating the section of the ship and the bunk which
he was to call his own on the trip. Guides stationed on board direct-
ed us to our quarters. The battery was assigned to two separate
sections of "E" deck, one section just forward of amidships, the other
just aft of amidships. The two sections were partially separated by
an upper gallery running around the mess-hall in which we ate. This
part of "E" deck had formerly contained second-class state-rooms,
but all of the latter had been torn out and were replaced by narrow
bunks of canvas stretched on frames of iron pipes. We could temper-
ately describe the place as being almost suitable for tenth-class
passengers, though on the whole it would have made a first-class
opium den. The bunks were in tiers of four, the lowest about six
inches from the floor and the highest about two feet below the ceil-
ing. They had been built in every conceivable corner of the vessel,
and were so close together that two men, passing each other in the
narrow aisles, had to walk sideways. The ship was lighted with
electricity, but the light was very dim because of blue glass bulbs.
The port-holes were securely fastened, and a printed notice on each
held the peremptory order "Don't Touch." Though everything
seemed very crowded and dirty and smelly, the bunks were never-
theless welcome to our weary bodies, and we flopped down on them,
or up on them, as the case might be, and began wondering how long
we would have to endure the discomforts of a transport.
One of the first orders given by the ship's authorities commanded
us to turn in all matches and pocket flash-lights, with the admonition
that any man found with either would be subject to court-martial.
Small lamps, carefully concealed in various parts of the ship, were to
serve the purpose of lighting cigarettes and other forms of the life-
giving weed. The reserve rations which we had carried so diligently
in the face of hunger were likewise turned in, since they might not be
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kept around our bunks. Smoking was forbidden in the sleeping
quarters or in any part of the vessel not specially designated.
At 5 P.M. we formed in line for the "dining saloon." Mess lines
were formed in the various corridors above the mess-hall, and after
an exasperating delay, converged at the head of the main staircase
leading into what was at one time a gorgeous and spacious dining-
room. The lines were checked at the foot of the stairs until there
was room in the hall for additional men, when, at the blast of a
whistle, we slid forward over the greasy floor with clattering mess-
kits and shuffling feet, to be jostled by the guides to one of the many
portable food containers. With mess-kits quickly filled we passed on
to one of the long narrow tables running the length of the hall. Here
we stood up to eat, ofttimes having to push away the discarded
potato peelings, bread crusts, and other substances which in civilized
communities go by the name of garbage, which had been left by those
who ate before us. Guards stood by, continually calling, "Come on,
get that food into you and get out," or similar orders conducive to
the promotion of indigestion. The food was extraordinarily good,
for we had many delicacies, such as bountiful servings of butter, pie,
and cake, but it would have been more palatable had we eaten under
less nauseating circumstances. Passing out of the mess-hall proper,
we entered a smaller room containing the facilities for washing our
utensils. The refuse was deposited in huge barrels and the kits washed
in large, rectangular metal tubs filled with boiling water. Many
men lost implements of their mess gear in the hot soapy water, but
the order to keep moving was imperative and no time was given to
recover them. The exits were through narrow passageways, slippery
with grease from the washroom. They led to the upper decks, and
once on "E" deck it was a puzzle to strike the right gallery leading to
the battery section. However we may have disliked this whole un-
attractive procedure of "being fed," we must admire the efficiency
employed in serving several thousand men twice a day. There were
between ten and fifteen thousand persons on board, and though by
no means all of them were served in our mess-hall, yet the work of
cooking for and serving such an army demanded well-laid plans. We
may be truly thankful that we crossed the Atlantic with Uncle Sam
as our chef "Gold fish" was heavenly manna to what the troops ate
who traveled on British transports.
The first two nights on board were spent in Hoboken harbor. There
was little to do but stand on the crowded decks and watch the steve-
dores loading huge crates into the hold and otherwise preparing the
ship for voyage. Communication with the outside world was forbid-
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den, and with very sober feelings we gazed at the New York City sky-
line out before us. So near home for most of us, and yet an immeas-
urable gulf intervened.
With some consternation we learned that only two meals would be
served each day, at 7.30 a.m. and 3 p.m., for there seemed to be
nothing to do on board but eat, sleep, and pray the Almighty to guide
us past submarines. On the night of the 23d, the guard duty of the
ship was partly allotted to Battery "A." There were many strict
rules to enforce and several of them gave keen delight to the privates
on guard. About 500 nurses were numbered among the passengers.
Army officers were not permitted to visit the nurses' deck, and greatly
gratifying it was to a private on guard to come to port arms and
turn back an officer who sought gallantly to click his spurs before
some azure-footed Venus. What exquisite satisfaction, also, as the
ship moved out, to chase an inquisitive general off the deck!
Before leaving Hoboken we were given what were known as "Safe
Arrival Cards," containing printed messages (to which nothing might
be added), "Have arrived safely overseas." These cards, though sent
ashore the night before we sailed, were held for the arrival of the
ship on the other side before being mailed to the anxious addressees.
On Wednesday, the 24th, most of us were awakened at 5.30 a.m.
by the vibrations of the giant engines of the ship. Drawn by tugs
down the river, the Leviathan started on her perilous journey in full
regalia of wavy camouflage. With decks almost deserted she bid an
au revoir to the Statue of Liberty, passed through the Narrows of
lower New York Bay, and so out to sea through the Ambrose Chan-
nel. Only here and there could we catch a glimpse of our passage, for
we were kept off the decks until the open sea was reached, but some
of us got a last look at the commanding towers of lower Manhattan.
Packed in close confinement below deck we were glad enough when
the port-holes were finally opened. The fresh sea breeze filtered into
the stifling atmosphere of our quarters, but even with port-holes and
large ventilators the air was decidedly foul, almost unbearably so at
night, when the port-holes were closed.
The eight days consumed in the voyage passed in monotonous
routine. At reveille we crawled out of our bunks, carefully watching
to see that the man above did not swing his feet too wildly, and
prepared for an ante-breakfast inspection. These daily inspections
were rated high among the sharpest thorns of our experiences during
the voyage. All our equipment had to be folded and placed on the
bunks according to a chart (a bad habit formed at Upton), all of
it taken from the nooks and corners where it had been carefully put
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away, and where it might just as well have been left until we reached
the other side. It was a torturing task and most conducive to per-
spiration and profanity. We got in each other's way and were con-
tinually quarreling and struggling for elbow-room. The inspection
was foolishly superficial and, so far as we could discover, served
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absolutely no purpose but to keep us in the worst possible humor.
After breakfast the battery was taken up to "B" deck for fifteen min-
utes of calisthenics, after which we were allowed the freedom of the
air for three quarters of a heavenly hour. About ii a.m. we were
subjected to medical inspections of varied natures, and these over,
surrendered the deck to another unit and went below to do what we
could toward holding our breath until the next outing. Often we
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managed to get up on "D" deck (all others were forbidden to us) to
enjoy what comfort we could derive in the jostling crowds which
always swarmed over its small area.
With afternoon mess disposed of, we prepared for "Abandon Ship"
drill, a long, tedious performance, but a very necessary precaution
against stampeding in the emergency of our being torpedoed. A
weird bugle-call sounded a theoretical alarm, and instantly all talk-
ing ceased, for it was one of the strictest rules of the drill, lasting
sometimes over an hour, that not a word be spoken save by those in
authority. We rolled one blanket lengthwise and fastened it around
the right shoulder and across the body over the life-preserver. Most
of our equipment was left in the bunks, but we often took our gloves
and always carried our canteens. The latter had been filled with
fresh water before the pipe from the Hoboken pier had been discon-
nected, and it was a court-martial offense to draw on their contents
during the trip. We formed in line, and, at a given signal, marched
without commotion yet quickly to an assigned place on deck. Here
the life-boats and life-rafts allotted to us were situated. Naval
officers, armed with pistols, were present in the vicinity of the boats
to insure order. The only disappointing factor in the drill was that
almost every day we were led to a different place, possibly a measure
which was designed to prevent men from rushing headlong to a pre-
determined part of the deck. When every man in the entire ship
had reached his proper position, a recall was blown, and the long lines,
extending from the life-boats to the very bowels of the vessel, turned
silently back to the sleeping compartments.
Toward dark all port-holes were shut tight and securely fastened.
Lights went out on all the upper exposed parts of the vessel, and the
interior of the ship was cast into the obscurit}^ of a dim blue light.
During the evening the mess-hall was cleared of tables and thrown
open for motion pictures. "Casey at the Bat" proved to be the prin-
cipal feature, and Casey did himself proud every evening of the trip.
At taps, 10 P.M., we had to be in our bunks.
We had very few details. There were room orderlies, who were
responsible for keeping our section clean and seeing to it that men
disposed of rubbish in the proper receptacles. Spitting on the floor
was positively prohibited, a fact which led to a game something on
the order of "Tag, you're it." When a man was caught expectorating
on the floor, he had to stand guard near the cuspidors until he in turn
could detect another offender, who was forthwith compelled to relieve
him. The kitchen detail, though it entailed hard work, was never-
theless a popular one, for it brought exemption from tedious mess
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lines and offered free access to the ship's larder. We all welcomed
the day when Battery "A" men were assigned to this detail, for it led
to bountiful helpings of pie and butter when we passed our friends
at the serving counters.
If this detail was enticing, another was proportionately repulsive.
It was the garbage detail. The duty of the men on this detail con-
sisted in hauling large galvanized cans of what came to be termed
"fruit" from the lower parts of the ship to huge vats on deck. Since
throwing the garbage into the sea during the day might have dis-
closed our course to lurking submarines, the vats were not emptied
until dark. Between the strenuous exertion of carrying the cans and
the obnoxious stench of their contents the job became a fearful
drudge, and the men were relieved every three days, despite the fact
that the detail was supposed to be a permanent one for the same set
of men during the entire trip.
On the 30th, we were marched to "B" deck, formed in battery front,
and stood muster, after which we went below and signed the pay-roll.
On the same day steel helmets were issued — more equipment to clutter
our crowded bunks and to lay out for inspection. That night found
the Leviathan racing along in clear weather and a calm sea. An-
nouncement was made that we would enter the submarine danger
zone before midnight, and though the critical period of the voyage
was upon us we felt little alarm. Orders were issued that all precau-
tions against showing lights, throwing refuse overboard, and other-
wise disclosing our course were to be more strictly heeded than ever,
and instructions were given that every man must sleep fully dressed
and with his life-preserver strapped on. The latter command made
sleeping a most unattractive occupation, for the life-belts bolstered
up our stomachs and gave one the back-breaking sensation of bal-
ancing one's spine across a log. Many loosened their preservers and
slipped them under their heads.
There were no evident signs of fear as we approached the danger
zone, but there was one short period of depression when a colonel,
unheralded, entered the battery compartment about 10 p.m. The
blue lights were burning dimly and only the throb of the great
engines disturbed the quiet. Suddenly, in a deep, sepulchral voice,
the colonel began speaking, slowly, distinctly, and with startling
effect. At first it sounded as if he were about to launch tragically
into some horrible ghost-story. "We are about to enter the war zone,"
he said. "Enemy submarines are lurking around to destroy us. No
lights must be shown. To do so would invite destruction of all souls
on board. No one must dare go near or touch a port-hole. The
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guards have instructions to shoot. Every man's blood is upon his
own head. Take heed, take heed." This blood-curdling warning was
as unexpected as it was solemn, and for a moment we were spell-
bound. The colonel left the compartment in the complete silence of
a morgue, but after a few breathless moments the stillness was broken
by an inquiring voice from an obscure corner, "Who in hell let that
bird in?" and with the spell broken, similar remarks followed amid
suppressed laughter, "Who has a match? I want a smoke," "Hey, if
you're going to smoke, open one of those port-holes," "Hey, guard,
open that port-hole; it's too hot in here."
At an early hour of the following morning we picked up our con-
voy of four destroyers, and a very pretty and reassuring sight they
presented as they danced and bobbed along the sea. During the day
we had a scare, for a suspicious-looking object was discovered on the
surface of the water not far away. One of the destroyers suddenly
wheeled about and dropped back to investigate the matter, but the
object of our fears was merely a harmless barrel, and we breathed
more freely. During our passage through the submarine zone the
Leviathafi gun crews were always ready for action, a circumstance
which heightened our feelings of security, for the crews were picked
gunners of the United States Navy, and were able, if one could judge
from the expedition with which they went through their gun drills, to
hit a porpoise at two miles.
Another night was passed on our life-belt mattresses, and in the
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morning the transport was sounding its way into the channel of Brest
harbor through a heavy fog. The fog soon lifted and revealed the
port of Brest and its surroundings in all their passive beauty. The
sky was cloudless, the hills wonderfully green, the water smooth as
glass and dotted with sleeping vessels, while the town of Brest, perched
high above the harbor, seemed to invite us to come ashore. The
ship quickly reached its place of anchorage and immediately barges
came alongside to carry the troops ashore.
Y. M. C. A. workers came aboard to arrange for our alleged com-
forts, the arrangement consisting in the magnanimous presentation
of a pink card on which was printed a stirring welcome to the shores
of France, a paragraph in which the Y. M. C. A. expressed the
fervent hope that we were not boastful, a poem entitled "My Prayer,"
beginning with the line "White Captain of my soul, lead on," and,
on the reverse side of the card, a suggestive exposition of the rates of
money exchange granted at the "Y" canteen. About 3 p.m., we
were ready to leave the vessel, but the prior departure of other troops
kept us waiting over an hour. As we passed oflf the ship, sandwiches,
cake, and fruit were given to us. British sergeants were on the light-
ers to direct the loading of the boats, and crowded us aboard until
we could scarcely breathe. With the regimental band playing "Good-
by, Broadway, Hello, France," we drew away from the Leviathan
and sailed to the pier.
About 5 P.M., we set foot on French soil. Immediately assembled
on the dock, we began the three-mile hike to Camp Pontanazen, ac-
companied here and there by crowds of French children who pestered
us for money, food, and "cigarettes pour Papa." The day was in-
tensely hot and the road exceedingly steep at the outset of the jour-
ney. These circumstances, added to the fact that we were enervated
by a week of unhealthy confinement on board ship, made our packs
seem as heavy as the sins of Herod and the prolonged hike unbear-
ably tedious. About eight o'clock we arrived at Pontanazen barracks.
The latter consisted of several two-story buildings set in an area
which v/as surrounded by high walls of solid masonry. The camp had
been standing since the middle of the sixteenth century, and looked
it. The buildings were originally used as a monastery. Napoleon
being the first to utilize it as a military camp.
After our arrival we drew rations and procured a field kitchen from
the camp storehouse. It was 1 1 p.m. before coffee and corned beef
hash were served, and by that time, too, a drizzling rain was in prog-
ress to aggravate our humor and increase our impatience at the
delay of the mess.
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After our disheartening experiences on the Leviathan we needed
healthful rest, invigorating exercise, and fresh air, all of which we
obtained in plenty during our short stay at Brest. The barracks were
cold and uncomfortable, since we slept on the floors, but the weather
was for the most part bracing and a tremendous contrast to the
stifling atmosphere of "E" deck. We did a little drilling and twice
the regiment sallied forth from the camp and marched through Brest
and other towns in the vicinity. With the band blaring its martial
airs we paraded through the surrounding country with the sweep of
a conquering army. There were details for building a baseball field
(and a game in which Lieutenant Reid played catcher), and steve-
dore work which sent several men to the docks at the harbor. But
otherwise there was no fatigue duty beyond the usual kitchen work.
At Pontanazen we met the censor in all his glory, and while we
had plenty of time to write letters, our enthusiasm for that occupation
was somewhat curbed by the thought of allowing a censor to read the
many thrilling stories we might have concocted about our adventures
with submarines; nor did we feel that we wished any officers to see
the inner workings of our hearts as we poured forth expressions of
passionate affection for our best girls. Indeed, the censorship seemed
to be the one missing link in the chain of our military imprison-
ment.
On May 7th, reveille was sounded at 1.30 a.m. We ate mess in the
rain, rolled packs, and retraced our steps to the railroad beside the
docks. Here we made the undesirable acquaintance of French box-
cars. These antiquated vehicles became known to us as "Hommes
40 — Chevaux 8," or "side-door Pullmans." The anticipation of ex-
periencing a ride in one of these cars was as keen at the beginning of
the journey as was our hate for them at the end of it. The cars were
small and dirty. Many flat wheels and no springs brought little
comfort from the start. Inside, four rows of benches ran parallel with
the length of the car, being broken in the center where the doors were
located. This small open space was half filled with travel rations,
loaves of bread, canned tomatoes, "canned willy," and "canned
monkey meat," a healthy diet for any one who is given to starv-
ing. Forty men were jammed into each car, and with them and their
rifles and their bulky packs and the benches and the rations, we had
a time of it finding a place to "park ourselves." "E" deck, minus the
stench, would have been a palace in comparison.
The train pulled out at 10.10 a.m. The horror of the ensuing trip
gained momentum with every kilometer until, at midnight, we reached
the extremity of torture. Sleep or anything even approaching a
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state of rest was out of the question. Convulsive attempts were
made periodically by each man to extricate himself from the tangle
of arms and legs about him by pushing in every direction at the same
time, a contortion which invariably ended in damaging some one's
face. Some found that a loaf of bread does not make a bad pillow,
but only a few men could lie down near the rations. The rest sat on the
benches, immersed among rifles and elbows and packs, occasionally
losing consciousness to the extent of snoring loudly in the most con-
venient ear which presented itself, or flopping forward on the muzzle
of the nearest rifle. The day-time was little better, though the scen-
ery was interesting and often very picturesque. We had plenty of
food aboard, but no one wanted much of it, for we ate merely to live
for better days. There were no toilet facilities and the train made no
regular stops, and when it did stop we were forbidden to alight under
threat of court-martial. Captain Dick was to be seen at every stop
watching to see that no one got out of the cars; his implicit confi-
dence in his fellow-countrymen was beautiful to behold. On a few
occasions, however, we were allowed to stretch ourselves, guards be-
ing stationed along the rails to see that no men went beyond the area
designated. Misery played its trump-cards throughout the trip, and
when we saw the officers alighting at all stations to buy drink and
food we were disgusted beyond expression, and our American senti-
ments of equality and fair play cropped up through our training in
military discipline.
At 3 A.M., May 8th, we arrived at Nantes and detrained long
enough to be served a luke-warm liquid which, so we were given to
understand, was coffee. At lo p.m. we rolled into the great terminal
at Bordeaux, and here again we detrained for coffee. Half an hour
later we left Bordeaux, and at 2.30 in the morning arrived at Bonneau,
eleven miles from the former city. In an exhausted, almost dazed
condition, we piled off the troop train and set out through the inky
darkness for Camp de Souge, a hike of some three miles. At about
4 o'clock in the morning we threw ourselves down on the bunks in
our barracks, some of us not even waiting to find beds, but dropping
to the concrete floors to fall asleep immediately. Most of us slept
until noon, when we arose to enjoy the refreshing delight of a wash
and a shave, the first in three days.
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ROiVl the standpoint of comfort and convenience,
Camp de Souge was a pleasant relief from the quar-
ters at Brest, and served to restore our optimism
about France. The camp v/as situated about eleven
miles from Bordeaux on a stretch of sandy soil. Our
barracks, li, I2, and I3, were long, one-story wooden
buildings with abundant light and ventilation from
many windows. They were electrically lighted, and
each barrack at the rear had a pump and a wash trough with
running cold water. A wash-house and a bath-house containing
showers were a few hundred yards away, all too distant, however, for
frequent usage. The mess-hall, similar in size and shape to the
barracks, and the kitchen shed were situated to the north side. The
mess-hall was teeming with prolific species of French flies, which
always slept between meals but invariably joined us at mess with
sociable animation, to attack our food with ill-mannered but envi-
able relish.
A few days of rest were granted us to recover from strenuous days
of travel, and to settle ourselves in our new quarters before resuming
the interrupted course of our training. Once begun, we had little
respite from the grueling ordeal of constant work, for here the bat-
tery received its final, indeed we might say its only, instruction in
artillery. Certainly what little we had previously learned of Amer-
ican artillery methods in Camp Upton was of practically no use to
us now, for we discarded the American system for the French, and
were, in fact, to use only French ordnance. Our guns did not arrive
for four weeks, and during that period the battery continued its
training in much the same order which had prevailed at Upton:
calisthenics, dismounted drill, standing gun drill, with the addition
of a few futile lectures on the ammunition and operation of a six-
inch howitzer. The lectures were delivered by sergeants of the 26th
Division lately arrived from the front and assigned to the camp as
instructors. The other features need no particular mention, but we
must pause to recall the terrors of physical exercise led by the inde-
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fatigable Ardiff. We can never forget the "cadence, exercise, one,
two, three, four, one, two, three, halt," as Ardiff, that master con-
tortionist, gave us our preliminary setting-up exercises, nor the hate-
ful heat of the dusty road on which we did the goose-step and other
exhausting feats; and we can recall with a good deal of amusement
the game which, for a better name, we may call "you there, you
there, you there, and you there," in which four equal parts of the bat-
tery, stationed in squad formation at the four corners of an imaginary
square, rapidly exchanged places with one another at the command
of Ardiff, who stood in the center, yelling directions. Under this
conditioning we soon became hard as rocks, ate like lions, and slept
as if we were on feather-beds instead of straw-mattressed bunks. And
well it was that we did, for the weary days to follow on the range
were soon to command our utmost endurance.
While the main body of the battery continued the same drudgery
which had characterized its training for the past seven months, a
few men were selected for special instruction. The officers were
temporarily detached and attended an officers' school in the camp
for the purpose of learning French artillery methods under experi-
enced instructors. The gun sergeants took a course in the nomen-
clature and operation of the 155 mm. howitzer, the type of gun which
was to be ours. The men first selected as gunners also attended this
course. There was only one gun of the kind in the camp, and in-
dividual instruction was almost impossible, so that few derived any
particular value from the slight theoretical knowledge imparted to
them. A few selected men were taught how to operate the Hotch-
kiss machine-gun. The work of the special detail was directed by
Captain Dick, and consisted in learning the French system of fire
and the use of complicated tables for the computing of firing data.
Men of this department were also instructed in the manner of hand-
ling such instruments as the compass, goniometer, scissors instru-
ment, plotting board, in the operation of the projector, and in visual
signaling by means of flags. On the range a few men were given
opportunities of observing fire. The telephone men attended a
school to learn the French telephone system, methods of laying, tak-
ing up, testing, and repairing wires, and in the manipulation of
telephone instruments and switchboards.
Toward the end of May, the battery received its first assignment
of horses. Several men, uninitiated in the ways of equestrianism, were
induced to line up before the supply room to be measured for saddles,
to the vast amusement of the more sophisticated members of the
battery. The men selected as drivers reported each morning at the
shed-like stables at the upper end of the camp, and remained there
during the entire day, and a strenuous, hot, dusty day it always was.
Lieutenant Reid was delegated to take charge of the stables and
Washkewitz was made stable sergeant. The drivers were in the main
inexperienced in the handling of horses, and Lieutenant Reid's work
was in consequence exceptionally difficult, especially as many of the
animals were not well broken. Initial instruction was given in the
feeding, grooming, and general care of horses, after which methods
of harnessing were taught, followed, lastly, by instruction in riding,
first single mounts, then teams, and finally pairs teamed together.
This situation called for an instructor who thoroughly understood
horses and who, aside from being a disciplinarian, had the patience
to teach green men their various and unaccustomed tasks. No better
man could have been found than Lieutenant Reid, whose experience,
patience, and devotion eminently qualified him for the work, though
he had far more interest in the actual operation of the guns, and felt
distinctly chagrined at being sequestered at the stables, robbed of
an opportunity for mastering the principles of fire to which he, as
senior lieutenant, firing executive, and second in command, was
clearly entitled.
On Saturday night, June 8th, after being in France five weeks and
in Camp de Souge four weeks, the battery received its four 155 mm.
howitzers. On Sunday the guns were cleaned, and on Monday morn-
ing instruction in the nomenclature of the piece, standing gun drill,
and simulated firing began in earnest. This training lasted exactly
one day and a half before the guns were taken to the range for their
operation with the use of explosives. How our mothers would have
quailed had they known we would fire our guns with little more than
a day's practice! On Tuesday afternoon we enjoyed a sensation
which we experienced on very few occasions during our sojourn in
France. We rode on trucks, the guns trailing rapidly after us, to
Observation Post No. 1 on the camp range. Here we heaved the four
pieces into position and laid them for firing in the morning, after
v/hich we returned to the barracks. In the early morning of June
1 2th, the crews arose and went to the range. The officers of the
regiment were in the high wooden observation post behind the pieces
to receive actual practice in target fire and adjustment. At 9.15
A.M. the firing began, and despite the fact that we were unused to
handling shell and were undoubtedly over-cautious of fuses and
powder, we concealed our nervousness admirably and conducted the
fire with smoothness. Corporal Stevens and the third gun crew under
Sergeant Schildknecht were the first to fire.
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Firing at this observation post continued for two days, when the
guns were brought back to the gun park in the rear of the barracks,
in order to give our place on the range to other batteries.
On Wednesday, June 19th, the battery moved to Observation Post
No. 13. The guns were hauled along a sandy grass road which ex-
tended from a main highway into the range, and placed in position
among some shrubbery. The special detail laid their system of com-
munication, and the drivers received their first actual experience in
driving four pair of horses by hauling up ammunition in caissons and
gun supply carts. For the first time in their army careers the firing
battery really simulated warfare, living entirely in the open and using
field equipment. Here, as in Upton, the battery proved its worth as a
'Tire battery," for scarcely a day passed but the call of 'Tire on the
range" started us on a weary chase across the rough tracts of waste
and underbrush to the neighborhood of our targets, to extinguish the
flames which our own projectiles had started. These numerous range
fires, the lack of water, except what was brought to us in the water
cart for drinking and cooking purposes, and the long hours of hard
work, conducted chiefly in a broiling hot sun, changed the interesting
and novel excitement of our experiences on the range into exhausting
drudgery, which, on some occasions, proved the worse for our
tempers.
The following Sunday the pieces were returned to the gun park.
The next position was Area 5 1 , where a brigade barrage problem was
fired. This fire was directed over part of the camp, and the men at
the stables and in other localities experienced the disturbing sensation
of hearing shell whistle through the air over their heads. Moving
the following day, a position was taken in Area 53, and here the
battery fired with balloon observation. On Sunday, June 30th, we
paraded five miles to Observation Post No. 1 1 . The guns were
drawn by horses, while the men, with the exception of the officers
and a few fortunate sergeants, hiked with full packs. The day was
intensely hot and the march a tremendous strain. On Tuesday, July
2d, the guns were withdrawn to the camp again. This terminated
the firing practice of the battery, in all only eleven days of actual
fire, and with this painfully brief period of training we were pro-
nounced as capable of taking part in battle and of adequately sup-
porting the divisional infantry in their operations. It is a fact not to
be overlooked, for many divisions were never supported by their own
artillery because the latter could not graduate from training camps in
time to join them at the front. It is a fact which establishes the high
intelligence of both officers and men of the Seventy-seventh Division
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artillery that they could, in so short a time, effectively master the
knowledge of their guns and the confidence in their operation that
enabled them to take a prominent and creditable part in later
campaigns.
The above paragraph concludes the narration of the main issues of
our stay at Camp de Souge, and includes merely an important sum-
mary of our work there, but there are other matters which we can-
not pass by without at least cursory or suggestive remarks.
Among these, the one of outstanding importance was the appoint-
ment of a new battery commander to replace Captain Dick, who,
after the completion of our work on the range, was assigned as a
permanent instructor at Camp de Souge. With much anxiety we
awaited the appointment of his successor. In our minds there was
but one suitable selection, that of Lieutenant Reid. He was the
senior lieutenant, and, up to the time of his inexplicable sequestration
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to a more reduced position in the stables, had been firing executive
of the battery from the beginning of its existence. He knew all the
men personally and some intimately. It was his delight to work
with them and theirs to work with him. He handled all with perfect
judgment and obtained maximum results, and while, as many in-
stances demonstrate, he demanded strictest discipline, yet he never
attempted to prussianize the organization. Despite the fact that he
had spent the major portion of his efforts in constantly supervising
the work at the stables, and had missed the necessary artillery prac-
tice on the range, he nevertheless gained the recognition of Colonel
Smith, and was recommended for promotion. The news of his selec-
tion was greeted with tremendous enthusiasm, and his own feelings
are best expressed by the words he spoke at the time, "Now, I am
happy."
Several other changes occurred in the personnel of the officers.
Lieutenant Armstrong was transferred to the Headquarters Company
as regimental gas officer. First Lieutenant O'Connor and Second
Lieutenant Barker were assigned to the battery, the former in the
position of executive of the firing battery, the latter as second ex-
ecutive during the absence of Lieutenant Grahn, who was detailed to
Montargis in charge of a detachment for collecting horses. Lieuten-
ant Barker, a few days before the battery left for the front, was
thrown from his horse and removed to the camp hospital, and Lieu-
tenant O'Connor was assigned to the camp as an instructor.
On July 3d the brigade vacated camp and moved to a race-track
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near Bordeaux, encamping there for the night, preparatory to a
parade through the city on the Fourth of July. On the morning of
the Fourth, with guns glistening, horses shining (as much as an army
horse can shine), and with caissons loaded with cannoneers, their
arms folded across their chests in approved military fashion, we
paraded through the streets of Bordeaux, thronged with people, by
the decorated reviewing stand in the Place des Quinconces, and out
of the city to our temporary camp. The following morning we
returned to Camp de Souge, and from then until July 1 5th, when the
battery entrained for the front, no work of any importance occupied
us save preparing for the move.
Aside from these incidents there are several matters of general
interest which demand a few passing words. One was that of training
in gas defense. Great stress was laid on that phase of our work in
Upton, although, as we have seen, the facilities for instruction had
been very limited. At Camp de Souge every man had his own gas-mask,
and drill was seriously and effectively pursued under the tutelage of
Lieutenant Armstrong, Gas Sergeant Bernstein, and Corporal Kopp.
We practised speed of adjustment, talking, pressing out for gas,
wearing our protectors for ever-increasing periods of time, at the guns,
at drill, on the mess line, and any other time or place when the hate-
ful cry of "Gas" resounded in our ears. Finally v/e all went through
the gas tank, but intensive training in the use of the mask really
reached its height when Lieutenant Armstrong conceived the idea of
waiting until the battery was asleep before sounding an alarm. The
effect would have been more startling had not the news of the con-
templated gas attack leaked out. As it was, we all slept with gas-
masks near by, adjusted them in record time, and made Lieutenant
Armstrong feel that he was a highly , efficient gas officer, that his wiork
had been accomplished, and that we were entitled to a respite from
continual drill. Captain Dick drove home the seriousness of gas de-
fense by delivering a series of highly intimidating lectures. Well
can it be remembered how he raised his hand in warning as he told
us that we must learn to be quick, for, if we were a second late, we
would be subject to the "horrible death" of "drowning in our own
blood."
In fact. Captain Dick's lectures were frequent and always terrible
in their significance. He gave stirring talks on maintaining high
standards of morality while on pass in Bordeaux. One thrilling
oration was delivered on saluting, in v^hich, by a process of masterly
inductive logic, the underlying cause of America's entrance into the
war was laid to the failure of the Russian soldiers to salute properly.
Their neglect in this respect caused the disintegration of morale in
the Russian army, and so the decline and downfall of its fighting
powers, which, in turn, made it easy prey for the German hosts.
Germany, with Russia eliminated, again became a formidable power,
threatening to crush the Allies, and so America had to step in. Thus
the importance of the salute and the dreadful consequences of neglect
were brought home to us.
A speech was also made on the subject of obeying the orders of
non-coms, and came to be commonly known as the "Never ask why"
speech. This was to protect non-coms, ofttimes in their stupidity,
but woe to the man who asked "why." He was summoned before the
captain, and the very charge guaranteed a verdict of guilty. Tenny-
son's line, "Theirs not to reason why," was to be stenciled on each
man's memory.
We cannot linger to discuss our trips to Bordeaux, obtained at the
expense of repeating the general orders in a fashion not unlike a
pupil in Sunday-school reciting the Ten Commandments, nor many
other things we might recall, — guard-duty in the camp and at Bon-
neau, the Y. M. C. A. huts, "Sergeant" Shurman as custodian to the
key of the "gas cloud," the tedious lines in front of the commissary,
our Sunday recreations, our comforts and discomforts, and a host of
humorous incidents which marked our stay at Camp de Souge and
alleviated the strain of our life there. We must pass on to subsequent
stages of our history in which our long months of training bore fruit.
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Pious Prendie
BY VERNON B. SMITH
This is a sorrowful story of how a name was won,
The name of "Pious Prendie," the lord of the Hotchkiss gun.
Remember those passes to Bordeaux, when the first chosen few went
down
To reconnoiter the city and size up the good old town.
To see if Bordeaux was a fit place for the men of the rank and file
To go without a chaperone and wander about for a while?
Well, Prendie was one of the chosen, so narrow, straight, and thin.
To go with the rest of the non-coms, and steer them away from sin.
The city laughed in the sunshine, it seemed to call him to stray
Into its frolicking, joyous paths — far from the narrow way.
Prendie struggled manfully to force his lagging steps
To lead him past the cafe signs, and drag him by "buvettes."
'One little drink won't hurt me, one little sip of vin
Will give me the 'pep' to lead the boys out of the paths of sin."
So his devil argued, till at last the devil won.
And forced him out of his narrow path into a hell of rum.
I'll skip the painful story of how he stayed and drank,
Of how he lost his dignity, and made himself a "tank,"
Of how he hired a taxi-cab to take him back to camp,
And how he woke the barracks, when the morning dews were damp;
But this is what our hero did before he "hit the hay,"
He dropped right down upon his knees, and started in to pray.
"Oh, Lord, forgive my sin," quoth he, "for solemnly I swear
I'll never take another drink," so ran his soulful prayer.
Repentance smote him to the heart — that's why we all agree
That Prendie well deserves a name for greatest piety.
WEEK of expectant and somewhat impatient waiting
was terminated by the receipt of orders directing us
to leave Camp de Souge. We had had plenty of time
to prepare carefully for our departure, and the final
loading of equipment in the trucks was easily and
quickly accomplished. We drew out of the gun park
at 6.45 Monday evening, July 1 5th, lumbered through
the main gateway of the camp, and there bade fare-
well to the colony of temporary cafes, movie theaters, and fruit stands
which were popularly known to us as "Coney Island," and which we
had patronized most lavishly during the past weeks. An hour's
march brought us to the railway station at Bonneau.
We knew that Colonel Smith was to accompany us on the coming
trip, and felt that he was present for the purpose of judging Lieuten-
ant Reid's ability to fill his new post of battery commander. We
therefore redoubled our efforts to load the train with expeditious
efficiency, and if we may be permitted to throw buttercups at our-
selves, we accomplished our work most creditably for inexperienced
men, taking a little over two hours to complete the task. The train
was late and did not arrive until 1 1 p.m. It consisted of fifty cars,
flat-cars for the guns and carriages, and the hateful "Hommes 40 —
Chevaux 8" for the horses and men. While the loading of guns and
rolling stock was comparatively easy, considerable difficulty was
encountered in persuading some of the more obstinate horses to
enter their Pullmans. In several cases it was necessary to push the
animals in with our shoulders. Our labors were hastened not only by
a desire to make record time and a good impression, but also by a
threatening storm, which flashed and thundered over the eastern
horizon. Some of us may remember the forest fire which for a time
raged away in the distance, and to which, strange as it still appears
in the light of past experience in Souge, we were not called.
We snatched a few hours' sleep before reveille and breakfast at
5.30 A.M. The train pulled slowly out a half-hour later. The trip,
on the whole, was a decided improvement over the last one, and we
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had Lieutenant Reid to thank for the change. Considerate to the
last degree, he determined to make us as comfortable as possible.
The field kitchen was placed on the flat-car next to the box-cars
which contained the men. Hot food and coffee were always ready
for us, and arrangements were made with the engineer to stop the
train for mess. The box-cars were not half filled with heavy benches,
as on the other trip, and our straw bed-sacks, transported from camp
and spread on the floors of the cars, softened the bumps and af-
forded us ample opportunity for comfortable sleep. As we look back
on it, our lot was far from a miserable one. While in the army our
greatest wish was to be out of it, yet not every civilian can get a free
ride through France, and, if he does, he cannot lie on the floor of his
compartment, dangle his feet out of the door, yell at the girls along
the road, or take off his shirt at any time, so, after all, while we did
not sleep between sheets or wipe mock-turtle soup off our lips with
a clean white napkin, yet in some respects we fared better than we
may at some future date, if we travel the same route in stiff collars.
Passing through St. Medard, we arrived at Bordeaux about 9.20
A.M. We stopped just long enough to water the horses, many of the
men jumping out to wash their hands and douse their heads under
the pumps along the station platform. Morrides, St. Astier, and
Perigueux were passed, the last about three in the afternoon. Here,
through an error of the railroad authorities, the instrument car, con-
taining all the fire-control equipment, was detached, and at Thiviers,
where the loss was first discovered, Sergeant Franklin and Private
Lajoie were sent back to attend to its recovery. At Limoges, which we
reached at eight in the evening, we drew up on a track running along
the main street, and for an hour enjoyed watching French soldiers
and mademoiselles, and talking with them as much as our French
and their English would permit. The next day took us through
country rich in scenic beauty, containing the towns of Bourges,
Sancerre, Chatillon-sur-Seine, and Chaumont (A.E.F. headquarters).
The last we reached about 1 1.30 p.m. Just outside Chaumont, Fol-
vig, who v^'as doing guard-duty in one of the horse-cars, was kicked
out by one of the horses and received a severe gash in the head. The
accident was not discovered and the train rattled on, leaving him on
the tracks. Though dazed by the fall, he was able to walk several
kilometers along the tracks to an infantry camp. He was sent to a
hospital, later rejoining the battery at Bazoches. Early the follow-
ing morning a similar incident occurred, this time to a horse. He
managed to get loose from the halter chain, backed around, and fell
out of the car with the train in motion. Landing on his feet, he
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valiantly pulled himself together, and, until the train made a stop
three miles ahead, galloped merrily after it, patriotically determined
at all odds not to be considered a deserter. Under the guidance of
Lieutenant Reid the noble beast was lifted almost bodily into the
car again, none the worse for his marathon exploit and inconsider-
ately unabashed at the trouble he had caused.
At Darney, on the morning of the i8th, one of the flat-cars con-
taining two of the caissons was detached on account of spring trouble.
It later rejoined us at Baccarat.
Epinal was passed at 9.45 a.m., Charmes at 10.40, and Blainville
an hour later. We reached Luneville at noon. Mess was served at
the station platform. The ensuing ride to Baccarat aroused con-
siderable interest. We now knew what we had suspected from the
beginning of the trip, that we were bound for the Lorraine sector,
and we found all along the road distinct signs of battle, which had
been, ever since our coming to France, the objects of our curiosity.
While these signs of war were nowhere as marked as those which we
later saw, yet many of the buildings were demolished, bridges
destroyed, and long lines of rusty barbed-wire defenses ran across
fields and even through the shallow waters of the Meurthe River.
The Germans had taken this territory in the early months of the war,
later to vacate it and leave behind them results of their campaign,
and, above all, the graves which dotted the fields immediately adjoin-
ing the railroad track.
The train drew into Baccarat at 2.30 p.m. on July i8th. We had
traveled for three days and two nights, covering a total distance of
about five hundred kilometers.
At Baccarat, Lieutenant Grahn and the detail assigned to get
horses at Montargis rejoined us. At Baccarat, also, we met some of
the infantrymen of our division who had preceded us to the Lorraine
sector. They filled our ears with harrowing tales of the front lines,
and told us what later proved to be authentic information, that the
enemy, in anticipation of our arrival, had displayed signs from their
observation balloons, "Good-by, 42d — Hello, 77th." With these
wild stories disturbing our peace of mind, we began our march to-
ward the front. Immediately upon reaching the main road from the
town, a factory whistle blew with a sound similar to the Strombos
horn which we had been taught was a signal for a gas alarm. Many
anxious looks and nervous laughs indicated that we considered
ourselves really in for it now, and that we might expect a heavy
bombardment at any second. Our fears were allayed for the moment
when we were assured that the whistle was not the prelude to a gas
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cloud, and we continued along the road in better spirits. We pulled
through Merviller and off to the right up a steep hill to an orchard,
where the guns were parked under the camouflage of the trees. Con-
tinuing up the hill behind the camouflage nets which walled the left
of the road and hid it from the enemy observation balloons, we came
to the Bois de Bouloy, and here the echelon was established. With
wagons unloaded, tents pitched, picket-lines stretched between several
of the trees, and with other numerous details attended to, all in the
darkness of early evening, we were assembled for instructions. The
dangers of our position were emphatically impressed upon us, and
the necessity of precaution against enemy observation was explained
and enlarged upon, until our worst suspicions of expected death in
the very near future were increased to such an extent that we hesi-
tated to disturb a single leaf or twig for fear a photograph from an
enemy plane might disclose our hiding-place. There were to be
no lighting of matches, no smoking except under cover, no flash-lights
employed, no congregating in groups with aeroplanes overhead, no
gazing at enemy planes. Guards were placed along the edge of the
wood to stop men from venturing beyond the protection of the trees
or tramping down the grain in the neighboring fields, but despite our
weariness and apprehensions, curiosity was too much for us, and
many stole to the edge of the woods and watched the signal rockets
rise steadily above the distant horizon, up and up, and then dis-
appear. Occasionally the sustained flare of a star-shell lit up the
dark hills. It was for the most part intensely quiet, and we could
scarcely believe that this was war, though the weird lights gave the
scene a strange touch, and made us feel that unexpected things might
happen at any moment. At one time, far off to the left, the faint
glow and distant rumble of a bombardment showed that the scene
before us was not so peaceful as it looked.
The next morning we were treated to our first glimpse of an enemy
aeroplane. A whir was heard overhead, and a gray plane shot over
the woods, flying fairly low. There was a wild scramble for helmets.
A barrage of bursting shrapnel from anti-aircraft guns sought to
encircle the German, but he got away safely, leaving us with a pro-
found respect for German aviation.
Later in the day an ammunition dump not far from the echelon
blew up. In the afternoon. Lieutenant Reid, with Sergeants Welch,
Field, Schildknecht, and Gray, went forward on reconnaissance to
select positions for the guns. The positions finally chosen were a few
hundred yards beyond Vaxenville. They had been previously oc-
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cupied and were to some extent already prepared as gun-pits, but
needed renovation. That same night the third and fourth gun crews
went forward under cover of darkness to improve one of the pits
which was especially dilapidated, that to be occupied by the third
piece. Two of the positions were dug into the high bank on the
forward side of the road about twenty yards apart. Below the road
to the left rear were the other two emplacements (guns number three
and number four). Below the road and directly back of the first
platoon were the kitchen and a roughly constructed shack which
served us well as a mess-shack during our short stay, and which, with
one exception, proved to be the only mess-hall we were to have on
this or any other front. All paths leading from one emplacement to
another were fenced off with wire to prevent their enlargement by
constant usage, for any change in the terrain was, we were told, easily
perceptible in comparative photographs taken by observation planes.
On the night of July 20th the guns were moved forward, arriving
exactly at midnight, and were heaved into their respective emplace-
ments, after which we had our first taste of underground sleeping
quarters. Our dugouts were fairly comfortable, and there were
enough of them to allow for sufficient elbow-room, though a dugout
at best would not appeal to any of us as an ideal home. At least they
were safe, and safety was an important factor in our lives in those
days. Our dugouts there were the acme of security as compared with
the shallow fox-holes which we later dug for ourselves in other fronts,
so, despite their dampness, we had little enough to complain of.
The night of the 25th, however, tended to shatter our confidence
in the invincibility of our earthen homes, for a Boche plane came
humming and humming over the lines and dropped several bombs
on the cross-roads about a hundred yards from the position. The
effect on our nerves was instantaneous, and many acts were com-
mitted which now cause a smile. Petterson, on guard, shot off his
rifle as a gas alarm. Some threw themselves into their dugouts;
almost all adjusted their gas-masks and helmets in panic-stricken
haste. The next day, however, true to the American mania for
souvenirs, many of us were up at the cross-roads, collecting pieces
of shell-casing to treasure as evidence of our first experience with
hostile fire.
It was not until the 26th that the battery fired its first and only
mission on the Lorraine front. Lieutenant Reid, Lieutenant Grahn,
and Sergeant Franklin laid the guns for fire. The target assigned to
us was a trench in the enemy lines. French officers supervised the
firing. The shots were plotted by the sound-ranging method. The
first data to be given was in the following form —
Base deflection — Right 171 (correction left 12)
Shell— OA
Fuse — SR
Charge — O
Site — plus 6
Elevation — 480
Method of Fire — At my command
The firing was from left to right, and the fourth piece, therefore,
received the honor of sending our first greeting to Germany. When
the command was given, the fourth piece was loaded and primed,
loaded with a shell which bore the names of the gun crew chalked
upon it, together with an appropriate message to Fritz. Lieuten-
ant Reid sent the command of "Fire" over the wire to Lieutenant
Grahn, who passed it on to Sergeant Gray; and quicker than it takes
to write it, Sergeant Gray shouted "Fire," and Kearns pulled the
lanyard. With a terrific roar the gun leaped back on the revetment,
and the whistle of the projectile could be heard in its swift flight
over the lines. Several Frenchmen from the eight-inch howitzer
battery adjoining our position were there to watch the performance,
and assured the fourth gun crew that in the early days of the war,
when they had fired their first shot, they had been able to do so only
with the aid of "beaiicoup de vin." Thus Battery "A," less than a
year after its organization, made its real debut as an active member
of the American Expeditionary Forces.
At the end of the sixth shot, number four ceased firing and num-
ber three began, at the command of Sergeant Schildknecht. The
operations of this gun were somewhat delayed because the first shot
set the camouflage afire. The second piece, under the command of
Sergeant Field, was next to fire, with the result that the concussion
raised havoc with the kitchen, twenty-five yards to the rear. A can
of soup and a boiler of stewed tomatoes overturned and put out
the fire under them. The first piece, under Sergeant Welch, com-
pleted the firing, and with this final adjustment a target shot was
reported. The French officers who had supervised the fire plotted
the shots on a map and gave it to Lieutenant Reid, who carried it in
his pocket to the time of his death, and always displayed it and its
target shot with the greatest pride. The chances are, however, that
the German trench was deserted, and in view of the damaging efi'ect
on our mess, it is probable that we suffered far more than the enemy.
We did no more firing from this position, although great quantities
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of ammunition arrived each night to disturb our sleep and aggravate
our tempers. Aside from the unloading, distribution, arrangement,
and rearrangement of shell, the firing battery had little to do. Never
again were we to have such comfort at the front, and while it rained
on several occasions, we had many pleasant days in which to enjoy
ourselves. We came to realize that we had little to fear from enemy
activity, for there seemed to be a tacit agreement with the Germans
that this sector should be a quiet one, where wearied divisions might
be sent for rest and recuperation, and though we always had one eye
open against enemy observation planes, we made the most of our
comfortable security by bathing in the little stream behind the
position, washing clothes, visiting the towns near at hand, patroniz-
ing the French and American canteens, making friends with neighbor-
ing French soldiers, and at night gathering together to talk and sing
away a very pleasant and healthy existence. An Algerian from the
French howitzer battery afforded unending amusement. One night
we tossed him in a blanket, to the immense gratification of his com-
rades. He apparently considered himself an accomplished linguist,
for he displayed his knowledge of English with self-conscious pride.
The display, however, consisted of the words "Come on!" and a
number of unhallowed phrases the expression of which seemed to
give him huge satisfaction and which he employed on every occasion
and in answer to every question put to him.
The firing battery was the envy of those at the echelon, for the
latter were not faring so well. The echelon was in charge of Second
Lieutenant Armstrong, who had been temporarily attached to the
battery due to our shortage of officers, and of Second Lieutenant
Herschel C. Tritt, who had just graduated from the artillery school
at Saumur. Heavy rains made life most uncomfortable for the men
who were living in pup-tents, and during clear days aerial activity
annoyed them continually. Gas alarms were frequent and were the
more exasperating because they were always false. On the night of
July 2ist one of the drivers, returning from the gun positions to the
echelon, passed through Merviller and noticed that the inhabitants
were wearing their gas-masks. Upon his arrival at the echelon he
reported the fact and the gas klaxons blared out an alarm. All
hastily adjusted gas-masks and helmets while Lieutenant Armstrong
rode to Merviller to ascertain the extent of the alleged attack. It
took him over an hour and a half to investigate the matter, and dur-
ing that time the men were needlessly smothering in their masks.
From sheer excitement and the closeness of the masks some few men
vomited into the face-pieces, while others cried madly that they were
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gassed. Some, unable to endure the suffocation further, prepared to
die and took off their protectors, but even the fact that they continued
to live was not sufficient proof to the others that there was no gas pres-
ent, and when Lieutenant Armstrong returned to announce that
masks might be removed, the majority were in a woebegone state of
exhaustion. Our overcautiousness and ignorance of gas warfare
appear ridiculous in the light of later experience, yet the affair was
very vital at the time. We learned our lesson, and when, on the
following night, a sentry from Battery "D" discharged his rifle,
presumably as a gas alarm, better judgment was displayed, and
panic did not rob us of reason, for tests were made and masks re-
moved within a few minutes.
Sergeant Ardiff at this time received his commission as a second
lieutenant of infantry and left the battery. He was assigned, how-
ever, not to an infantry unit, but to the 13th Field Artillery, a regi-
ment which we later relieved at the Vesle.
On the night of the 31st, the guns were withdrawn to the echelon.
The move was made without mishap, save an injury to Corporal
Stevens, gunner of the third piece. His heel was crushed under one
of the wheels of the gun. He was removed to the hospital in Bac-
carat, and did not rejoin the battery until August 28th. While mov-
ing back, a few bombs exploded on adjoining hills, and on reaching
Merviller a false gas alarm sounded. The guns arrived at Bois de
Bouloy about i a.m.
The next day, August ist, v/as employed in preparations for mov-
ing. The blue bags containing surplus equipment, which we had
carried with so much care from the States, were turned in and our
personal equipment was reduced to what we could carry on our backs.
With this reduction in baggage it looked as if we were bound for
active campaigning, and rumors were strong and persistent that we
were scheduled to relieve veteran divisions in the great drive at
Chateau-Thierry, though the Italians in the battery clung delightedly
to another report, that Italy would be our ultimate destination. The
former assumption was strengthened when we began our march late
in the evening, for, on the road to Baccarat, we met a continual
stream of French artillery which had arrived from Chateau-Thierry
to relieve us and win their well-earned rest in the quiet of Lorraine.
The first night's march was slow and tedious. We drew into Bac-
carat at midnight, were delayed almost two hours, and finally lum-
bered on through Fontry and Douptail, arriving at last at Magnier
about 7 A.M., August 2d. This was the first time we had ever
engaged in an all-night hike, and it was unusually exhausting, since
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we had not had the foresight to snatch a much-needed rest before the
start. It meant some thirty hours without sleep, and this, coupled
with the exertion of hiking, told severely on us. Those who were
mounted awoke many times with a start to find that they had been
sleeping in the saddle; those riding on caissons often lost conscious-
ness despite the rumbling and lurchings of the springless vehicles
which carried them; and those walking barely dragged their feet
along.
We established ourselves in a dense woods near Magnier, and
after attending to the many details of watering and feeding the
horses, stretching the picket-lines, and the host of other duties con-
nected with encampment, we rolled in our blankets and slept until
mess, at 5.30 p.m. We were prepared to move on at 9 o'clock, but
it was 1 1 P.M. before we started on our second night of monotonous,
tiresome hiking. We reached Loromentzey at 6.30 a.m. of August
3d, and here we remained until August 7th, not under the most enjoy-
able circumstances. The pieces with caissons and wagons were lined
along the edge of the road and acted as supports for the picket-line.
Constant rains left the road extremely muddy, and, what with the
mud, our own horses, which consumed half of the road space, and the
continual traffic as other batteries led their horses to water, the way
was well nigh impassable. It was in no pleasant humor that we stood
on the mess line ankle-deep in mud, waiting to be served while pass-
ing horses splashed and spattered clay all over us, or vainly sought
to shelter ourselves from the rain by creeping into our pup-tents
among the wet trees and dripping thickets beside the road. How-
ever, our life was not all discomfort, for we enjoyed many visits to
neighboring villages and were entertained by band concerts and
vaudeville in an adjoining field. Rudolphi's songs and Sam Mitchell's
"Army Blues" were always sufficient to revive our spirits under the
most adverse circumstances. Furthermore, we were no longer on the
front line, but were out of harm's reach, and, with the omnipresent
masks and helmets discarded, we felt more free and easy.
It was in this position that McKinley, who had been kicked by a
stallion in Baccarat, was sent to the hospital for an X-ray diagnosis
of a possible fracture of the ankle. He rejoined the battery in Au-
gust on the Vesle.
Before our departure Captain Dick and .Lieutenant O'Connor
returned to the regiment from Camp de Souge.
At 8.30 p.m., in the evening of August 7th, camp was broken, and
after a short march until 1 1 p.m., we reached Bayon. As we
approached the station we halted in the vicinity of a French canteen
where we were able to obtain cheese sandwiches, hot cocoa, and
coffee, all of which were eagerly welcomed by empty stomachs. We
moved on beyond the railroad tracks for about a kilometer, and
snatched two hours' sleep awaiting the arrival of our train. With a
blazing fire by which to warm ourselves, a cup of coffee for refresh-
ment (served by our own kitchen at the command of Lieutenant
Reid), and those precious hours of sleep, we were ready at three
o'clock to turn back to the railroad station and load ourselves and
our materiel on the troop train. We left Bayon at exactly 6.30 in
the morning, additionally refreshed by a few swallows of hot choco-
late served by a Y. M. C. A. girl who passed along the platform and
filled our extended mess-cups. The ensuing trip occupied a day and
a night. Our route may be traced by the following towns — Charmes,
7.30 A.M.; Chatenois, 11.40 a.m.; Neufchateau, 12.30 p.m.; Bar-le-
Duc, 6 p.m., and Coulommiers, where we detrained. There seemed
to be much doubt whether we would be allowed to eat breakfast at
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the station before resuming the march, but finally we were fortified
with hash, bread, jam, and coffee.
At 9.30 we started on our way, passed through Coulommiers, a
town which seemed more flourishing than any we had seen for a long
time, and continued about five kilometers beyond to a grain field on
the left of the road, A space in the field was cleared of wheat stacks,
and here the rolling stock was aligned with due regard to military
uniformity. Tents were pitched under the shade of an apple orchard
close at hand. Visits to near-by villages gave us opportunities to
purchase eggs and enjoy a meal, while a stream flowing by a farm-
house at the foot of the hill afforded a universal wash-up, which we
sadly needed after our protracted confinement to dirty box-cars.
An order received at 9 p.m., to move on the following morning at
4 A.M., was canceled almost immediately after its receipt.
Iron rations were issued during the afternoon of August loth,
preparatory to our moving that night.
At 5 P.M. the march began, and save for one halt from 5.45 to
7.30 P.M., on the road near Les Ormes, we traveled the entire night,
almost without interruption. We passed through Rebais about 8.30
P.M. The hike developed into a forced march. The horses were
driven at an extremely fast pace and the men who were walking
suffered proportionately. Lieutenant Reid did his utmost to relieve
this hardship on the dismounted men by arranging to have every
man get a fair share of riding on the caissons. He urged all mounted
men to dismount at times and allow wearied stragglers to rest them-
selves in the saddle, and it was no uncommon sight to see a buck
private riding on the battery commander's horse. There were re-
markably few stragglers when the battery arrived on the bank of
the Marne River, and those who did fall back soon rejoined us at
our place of encampment. The latter was a field about half a kilo-
meter from the small village of Azy, one kilometer from Chezy-sur-
Marne, and about seven kilometers from Chateau-Thierry. It was
a beautiful clear Sunday, and after a few hours' sleep we enjoyed a
swim in the Marne. A few hundred yards up the river lay a bridge,
wrecked beyond use, with parts of its span hanging down into the
water. Across the river an aeroplane, which had fallen the day be-
fore, was buried nose down in a meadow. It had carried its Amer-
ican pilot to his death. Beside our camping ground was the grave
of an American soldier, buried where he fell.
At 8.30 P.M. the march was resumed, and at Essomes, about 10.30
P.M., it was announced that because of congested traffic ahead there
would be a halt of two hours. Always able to sleep at any time or
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place, we rolled in our overcoats and slickers and lay down along the
road. Essomes was more badly wrecked than any village we had
seen and showed all the signs of the terrific fighting which had taken
place not many days before. Battered houses and churches, the debris
strewn about the streets, and the odor of decaying flesh brought the
full import of the situation to our minds. Chateau-Thierry, through
which we passed about 2 a.m., greeted us with even worse scenes of
destruction. The town was deserted save for sentries walking post;
the streets were cluttered with broken down barricades, an evidence
of the hand-to-hand fighting which had taken place, and windows
were boarded up; and the beautiful trees of the boulevard along
which we passed showed the disastrous effects of shell-fire. The
bright moonlight glistened on the Marne, disclosing in their gaunt-
ness the destroyed bridges over the river and two pontoon-bridges
floating at their anchors.
Continuing a kilometer beyond Epieds, we encamped alongside a
thin grove of trees on the flat top of a broad hill. The last few miles
of the route had been made in the light of early morning, and signs
of destructive warfare, which had escaped us in the darkness of night,
were now revealed in full detail. Quantities of equipment, both
American and German, were strewn all along the immediate vicinity
of the road and in the gutters. Fox-holes and machine-gun emplace-
ments, piles of ammunition, the graves of soldiers, hand-grenades,
rifles, shell holes, and battered buildings, — these and a thousand
other things showed us the hard path our fellow-countrymen had
hewn for themselves in the face of a desperate enemy, and the recency
of their swift conquests was brought home to us not only by this
abandoned state of the surrounding country, but also by the nau-
seating stench which occasionally swept to us on the gusts of the
wind. Beyond Epieds some of us explored the neighboring woods to
find even greater evidence of the battle, but the unbearable smell
which clung there prohibited any extensive survey of the interior.
At midnight the last stretch of the journey was commenced, and
we continued through many towns which had been the scenes of
much of the fiercest American fighting, Beuvardes, Fresnes, Cour-
mont, Cierges, and Sergy, the last of which exchanged hands seven
times between the opposing forces. We could not reach our destin-
ation under cover of darkness, and for over two hours hiked in broad
daylight under the very eyes of hostile observation. Indeed, the
long serpentine line of the brigade, often extending from the crest of
one hill over the top of another, must have presented a very pretty
picture to our friends across the line, and in the early days of the
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war, when German opposition was more stable, would have offered
an easy and most enticing target for their efficient artillery. How-
ever, the brigade rumbled slowly on without mishap, except that a
false gas alarm was called because some facetious souvenir connois-
seur of another battery set off a hand-grenade. At 9 a.m. we clattered
down into Nesle, and wound up the steep hill to the Nesle woods be-
yond. Here again we were greeted with abandoned German equip-
ment, the same unsanitary remains of temporary occupation, and the
same obnoxious odors. It was thought that it would be more healthy
to have us pitch our tents in the open on the slope of the hill, and
this was done, despite enemy observation. The guns and caissons
were camouflaged on the edge of the woods and the kitchen was
established. We rested during the entire day, although the drivers,
as always, had their extra share of work watering and feeding their
horses, and the cooks and K. P.'s must needs postpone their rest to
provide for mess.
At night active firing on the part of Allied guns, together with
bombing on near-by hills by German planes, made matters very
lively. This disturbance we met with extraordinary equanimity, but
our tempers were soon entirely shattered by a rapid succession of six
gas alarms. The first two were received by immediate adjustment of
masks, both on ourselves and on the horses, but toward the third and
fourth we became provoked, then coldly indifferent, and finally al-
together disgusted with the over-anxious gas guards, who seemed to
think that poison fumes might fall from every passing cloud. The
alarms originated at some distance and spread with lightning rapid-
ity over miles of territory, whether there was any shelling going on
or not. These, and the other alarms with which we had been con-
tinually afl[licted, contributed nothing to gas discipline, for we tended
to disregard the blood-curdling admonitions which Captain Dick
and others had given us while we were in training, by considering all
alarms false.
The day following our arrival was spent chiefly in cleaning up the
materiel, grooming and caring for the tired horses, and policing the
woods for the establishment of a permanent, habitable echelon.
Lieutenant Reid, accompanied by Mongeon, went forward with the
colonel and the major on reconnaissance for a position. Upon his
return early in the evening, he told us about the activity of the hostile
firing with which the party had come into dangerous contact, and we
remember well our feelings when he said, "We are in for the real
stuff this time," and laughingly cautioned us to make our wills.
]E were at last to have the opportunity, so long expected,
of entering into active campaigning. The wondering
uncertainty at the time of our induction, the long
months of "child's play" at Camp Upton, the momen-
tous interlude of our transatlantic voyage, the gruel-
ling intensive training at Camp de Souge, the mild
introduction to, and brief acquaintance with the
peaceful, indeed delightful, warfare of the Lorraine
sector, and the tedious trip from Baccarat to the Nesle woods, — all
these were the mere prelude to the more important experiences which
are still to be recounted. With our arrival at the Vesle sector we
launched into the period of our greatest usefulness as a fighting unit,
and that period, as we were to discover, extended over many weeks.
According to reports, four enemy divisions were directly opposed
to the Seventy-seventh on the sector assigned to it, that sector ex-
tending from Mont Notre Dame, on the left, through Villesavoye
in the direction of Fismes. On our left were French troops; on our
right, the 28th Division. We relieved the American 4th Division
and the French 62d Division, our battery taking the place of the 13th
Field Artillery.
On August 14th, the day after our arrival, unpleasant rumors were
current that we might expect an air attack during the ensuing night,
and as a precaution against such an emergency, orders were given
to strike tents and move from the open, exposed hillside into the
woods, where the trees and other obstacles might afford some slight
degree of protection. Many, to avoid the overwhelming stench of the
woods, slept along the edge of them under the wagons and guns, while
others sought a rather strange means of safety by reclining under the
caissons loaded with high-explosive shell. A number of men remained
in the open, willing to brave any number of bombs rather than spend
the night inhaling the effluvious odor of putrefying Germans that
pervaded the woods. The expected attack materialized, but was
chiefly directed against the village of Nesle, to the right rear of our
encampment. While the bombs were not close enough to harm us.
their flash and explosion seemed all too near for comfort, and the
droning of the night-raider, unpleasantly invisible, accentuated our
feeling of insecurity.
On the morning of the 15th, Lieutenant Reid went forward to
reconnoitre. He was accompanied by several men of the special
detail, for the purpose of establishing a system of communication
between the gun position, the P. C, Battery "B," and other points.
Lieutenant Reid returned alone in the afternoon, and ordered the
first, second, fifth, and sixth gun crews to move forward that night
with guns number one and number two.
It was determined not to advance by the main highways, for these
were being constantly shelled, though, to be sure, all roads were
receiving their share of explosives. The relief was conducted with
no casualties so far as we were concerned, but the 13th Field Artillery
suffered severe losses both in men and horses. Progress was slow,
tedious, and nerve-racking, for the trip was made in the dark, over
unfamiliar roads, with bombing planes hovering overhead. Several
false gas alarms necessitated our halting to adjust our masks.
Apparently the gas sentries were not trained to distinguish between
klaxon alarms, which were signals for local attacks, signals not to
be passed on, and other alarms, such as the Strombos horn, which
were general, to be picked up and passed on by every guard within
earshot. In consequence, many local alarms were relayed over large
areas, to the unnecessary inconvenience of all and to the detriment
of gas discipline. However, instruction and experience soon relieved
the sentries of their unwarranted anxiety and overcautiousness, and
eliminated much of the trouble.
As the detachment rumbled slowly down a hill overlooking our
future gun emplacements, we were the spectators of as lively an
artillery duel as we were ever to witness. On all sides, as far as the
eye could see, both heavy and light guns were roaring and spurting
out tongues of flame. The din was terrific, and the flashes near at
hand were momentarily blinding, while the whistle and crash of
exploding shell added to the noise and excitement. Were we scared?
We were !
We reached the position assigned to us about midnight. It was
situated on the crest of a hill in a small orchard composed of a double
row of trees, about twenty-five feet apart, which ran almost parallel
to the front. Adjoining the orchard, and separated from it by a nar-
row dirt road, was a large patch of woods containing many fox-holes
and a few small shallow dugouts. Preparation for heaving the guns
into position was begun immediately. Revetments for the trail spades
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were dug and camouflage nets erected, while the caissons which had
brought up ammunition were unloaded and their contents carried to
the guns and camouflaged. With these matters attended to and all
signs of our occupation of the position concealed, so far as possible,
from enemy observation, we lay down at five o'clock in the morning
for a few hours of well-earned sleep.
In the late afternoon of the i6th the first and second pieces fired
twenty rounds for adjustment, using a large quarry situated in the
enemy lines at Paars as an adjustment point. That night the remain-
ing four gun crews arrived with the other two howitzers.
Day and night the Germans shelled the neighborhood. One eve-
ning a shell landed on a powder dump of one of our batteries of 75's
just ahead of us, and the sky was brilliantly lighted up by the result-
ing fire. The Germans took particular interest in a battery of six-inch
rifles located a hundred yards from us. The rifies were so well hidden
that they defied discovery, and the desperate efforts made to find
their exact location and to put them out of commission failed com-
pletely. On the morning of the 17th, we witnessed an air fight be-
tween two American ships and one German. The Americans were
flying back from hostile territory and had reached a point a short
distance to our rear when the German plane, soaring unnoticed far
above them, suddenly swept down with terrific speed and opened fire.
Both Americans were brought to earth, plunging, nose down, to land
with tragic consequences. One made an almost successful eft'ort to
right himself, but failed, and followed the other aviator to his death.
Much of our time was spent in watching such proceedings as these,
but we had plenty of work to keep us otherwise occupied — improve-
ment of our inadequate dugouts, work on the guns, hauling am-
munition, and the reinforcement of the P. C. dugout directly in rear
of the guns. The last was occupied by the telephone men on duty,
one of whom was always at the switchboard, night and day. Though
constructed primarily for the battery commander, Lieutenant Reid
slept in the open at the guns, while the rest of the battery lived in
the adjoining woods.
With the four guns we fired a second time for adjustment, again
using the quarry as a target. We also entertained the Boche with a
little harassing fire, but not for long. From beyond the hill in front
of our position six sausage balloons were peering at us most in-
quisitively, and shortly our shots were politely answered by a few
scattered shell, some of which were quite plainly addressed to us.
Firing was suspended at Lieutenant O'Connor's command, and then
resumed. German aeroplanes were now flying near by, and there
was some hesitation as to whether we should continue our operations.
The few shell seemed to indicate a bracket, and since the aeroplanes
appeared dangerously interested in us, we ceased firing and left the
vicinity of the guns. Our caution was justified, for at evening mess
hour (we thought that Germans would at least be considerate of
our digestions) a bombardment commenced which, in its early stages,
gave promise of annihilating the entire American army. We watched
the shelling from a distance of fifty yards or so until one shell burst
within thirty yards of the kitchen, at which our curiosity was sud-
denly and fully satisfied. We made haste to seek cover and lay in the
meager security of our shallow earthen defenses for half an hour
while the shell rained around our guns a few yards away. As
evidence attesting German mastery of the air, a Boche aeroplane with
Allied markings circled overhead during the whole bombardment
without any opposition whatsoever and successfully directed the
fire against our emplacements. Fortunately no shell were sent into
the woods, although one burst at their edge and wounded a horse
which had subsequently to be shot. The guns fared worse, for
number two was badly scratched and the first piece put completely
out of action by a fragment which pierced the cradle and penetrated
the recoil cylinder.
Lieutenant Reid, returning from the echelon with Lieutenant
Grahn and Rosenberg, noticed the bombardment from a distance,
and was told by Captain Kirkpatrick at the first aid station that
Battery "A" was being shelled. Turning over his horse to Rosen-
berg with instructions to him and Lieutenant Grahn to seek cover.
Lieutenant Reid started alone for the position on the run. Lieutenant
Grahn immediately followed him, and regardless of personal danger,
they joined the battery. The fire had slackened somewhat by the
time they reached us, and ceased a few minutes later. Lieutenant
Reid's first question was for the men. It was then that he said he
never favored the position because, perched on the top of a hill, it
was badly exposed. Superiors overruled, however, and possibly with
good reason, since there were lamentably few adequate positions in
the area assigned to our regiment. Orders were issued to strengthen
our dugouts still further.
At midnight all the pieces were withdrawn from the orchard and
pulled along a side road, where they were safely hidden under the
camouflage of trees and shrubbery. The problem arose as to where
our next emplacement should be. On Sunday, August i8th, Lieuten-
ant Reid made a reconnaissance. He rejected the forward edge of a
patch of woods some three hundred yards to our rear as being a
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positive invitation to destruction. This exact spot had been riddled
with shell with disastrous effects to an outfit of engineers who had
previously occupied it. Food, equipment, photographs, and letters,
scattered about the place, were indicative of their hasty withdrawal,
and the condition of the trees and the ground and the unbearable
odor of half-buried horses gave evidence of the intensity of the fire
which had driven them out. It was finally determined to lay the
guns just outside the left rear edge of the wooded patch, as good a
location as the area afforded, while the battery with the kitchen and
P. C. occupied the woods themselves, despite the aforementioned
drawbacks.
In point of invisibility the gun emplacements were excellent, but
the soil proved to be too soggy to sustain the recoil pressure. During
the night our three available guns (number one had been sent to the
mobile repair shop) were hauled down the road, across a field, and into
their respective positions by way of a small, sturdy, log bridge which
we constructed over a drainage ditch running across the front of the
position. On the follov/ing day revetments v/ere built and reinforced
with heavy logs. Mats, made of saplings fastened together, were
constructed and placed under the wheels to prevent the heavy pieces
from sinking into the marshy ground. We fired a few rounds and
soon discovered that both revetments and mats were poor substitutes
for hard soil and would give us unending trouble. These con-
structions were, however, only a part of the difficulties we encoun-
tered at this position. Indeed, our lives were made miserable by a
chain of misfortunes which we can never forget, by an adversity of
circumstances which leaves us exhausted even in the reminiscence
of them, for, added to the constant labor of renovating the revet-
ments with more logs and boulders and with innumerable sand-bags,
filled in the woods and carried to the guns, we had a continual stream
of ammunition to haul by hand, and to sustain us in our incessant
work we were supplied with the poorest kind of rations, poor in
quantity as well as quality. To carry sand-bags all day and am-
munition half the night, and, after a few hours of unrefreshing sleep,
to wake up to an unsavory breakfast of mouldy bread, weak coffee,
and a dash of beans or bacon, was not a happy experience. Repeat-
ing this schedule for several days in succession was enervating, to say
the least. To turn adversity into calamity, we were unable to con-
tinue the system of gun-crew shifts, whereby each crew got its share
of rest, for the entire battery was needed to keep the unit in fighting
trim.
On August 19th the battery lost a popular officer in Lieutenant
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Herschel C. Tritt, who had joined us at Baccarat. He had been trans-
ferred to Battery "B," and on the same day was sent forward to the
battalion observation post. The observation post consisted of a
platform located in the upper branches of a tall tree at the base of
which was a small dugout used to shelter those at the post who were
not actually engaged in observing. A bad feature of the place was
that it had been previously a German post, and, as such, was doubt-
less plotted on German artillery maps to receive the careful future
consideration of Boche guns. Fichtner and Warren went forward to
do some carpentry work, while Major Dick and Lieutenant Grahn
were with Lieutenant Tritt on observation duty. A battery of 75's
to the rear of the post drew a good deal of fire in that direction, and
because shell were bursting at close range, the men descended from
the tree to seek cover in the dugout. As they climbed down, a shell
exploded almost at the foot of the tree, and fragments struck Lieu-
tenant Tritt, Kane, Fisk, Merritt, and Warren. Lieutenant Tritt
was hit in the side just above his cartridge belt, and pitched into the
arms of Mitchell, who held him until he could be carefully lowered
to the ground. He lost consciousness immediately. An infantry
doctor was summoned and gave him such treatment as he could, but
the wound was deep and in a vital spot, and Lieutenant Tritt died
soon after he was taken away in an ambulance. Kane (battalion
detail) also died, and the others who were hit were sent to the
hospital.
Though Lieutenant Tritt, at the time of his death, was not,
technically speaking, in Battery "A," yet virtually he was one of us,
and we shall always feel his death as a direct loss to Battery "A."
Many of us did not know him well, for he was assigned to echelon
duty and seldom came to the gun emplacements, yet those of us who
knew him at all were attracted by his cheerful nature, his ever-present
smile, and the perfect consideration which he showed us all. We at
once liked and respected him because he combined humaneness and
discipline. It is a strange coincidence that, while talking to Lieuten-
ant Reid before leaving for the post, he said, "Well, here's where
I get mine." The news was a great shock to Lieutenant Reid. He
kept saying over and over that he could hardly believe that Tritt
was gone.
Another casualty occurred about this time when Sorries, dispatched
to the observation post with rations, was struck in the neck by a
shell fragment. He was removed to the hospital with a wound
which, though very serious, happily was not fatal. He rejoined the
battery at Dancevoir after the armistice.
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Our chief accomplishment in this position was the shelling of the
Tannerie situated near Fismes. The Tannerie concealed numerous
machine-guns which had checkmated every effort of our infantry to
advance and capture the place. The demolition of this hotbed of
resistance was the task allotted to the 306th Field Artillery, the
bombardment to occur between eight and nine in the evening of the
2 1 St, after which the infantry was to advance and occupy the spot.
Lieutenant Reid personally directed the fire, and went from gun to
gun, constantly satisfying himself that the operations were going
smoothly. In the last few minutes of the hour he stood beside the
telephone (back of the third piece), and when asked by the gun
sergeants whether they should take time to swab the bore, he
promptly called out through the darkness, 'Two minutes to go.
Never mind the bore. Give 'em hell!"
In the midst of the firing there occurred a combination of incidents
which we cannot but think constituted our final undoing. A battery
of the 1 19th Field Artillery, moving back from a forward position,
decided to encamp on the back edge of our woods, and proceeded to
ensconce themselves the more easily by using flash-lights and
matches. We presently heard the uneven drone of a Boche plane,
and suddenly a flare bomb, dropping next to our patch of woods, lit
up the gun position and the ground surrounding it for a hundred
yards with a light so bright that the Kaiser, sitting at his beer in
Potsdam, must have thrown back his horns and roared with devilish
laughter at the sight. Whether we have a right to blame the 1 19th
Field Artillery for the disclosure of our position and the fierce
bombardment which we sufi"ered on the following day, it is hard to
say. The flash of our own guns undoubtedly contributed to the
calamity, yet the bombardment, when it came, was directed against
the woods and not against the emplacements. Our careless visitors
were on the following day to regret their own thoughtlessness as
much as did we.
We need no printed pages to recall the appalling events of August
22d, but this history would be sadly incomplete did it not include
an account of the tragic culmination of our experiences in this
position. During the early morning the battery fired a short mission,
and immediately thereafter set to work repairing the wrecked revet-
ments. While engaging in this latter task, the fourth gun crew were
suddenly surprised by the swift whine of a 77, which landed in the
boggy ground not ten yards to the rear of the fourth piece, the missile
sinking well into the soft soil and exploding with a harmless shower
of mud. Another shell burst to the right rear of number two, and a
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jNY one who was not at the front, or near it, at the
time of the signing of the armistice might expect to
find in these pages a glowing description of wild ex-
citement at the news of Germany's capitulation.
Paris was drunk with exultation, its boulevards in an
uproar; London streets were a seething mass of peo-
ple, shouting, singing, dancing, cheering, and blowing
horns; and New York City, true to American tradi-
tions of precipitous haste, noisily celebrated the armistice five days
before it was signed. But the battered town of Marcq, on the very
scene of martial operations, was as quiet as a church. For several
days before definite news arrived, we knew, as did every one near and
far, that Germany was about to cry enough, and the expectation of
pending negotiations kept us in a state of mild satisfaction; but
when the memorable day arrived there were no bursts of enthusiasm,
no ringing huzzas, no unconstrained, impetuous celebrations. To be
sure, our thoughts were turned toward home, and with home thus
brought in sight we were elevated to unusual planes of fervent hope
and confident expectancy. A whole army of rumors paraded through
the village, and we reviewed the procession with eager attention,
but our lives in Marcq, before and after the signing of the armistice,
were so much occupied with the routine of military duties that the
tremendous announcement that the war was actually over made
curiously little impression. We were far more anxious to know that
we would get steak for dinner than that the world had been made
safe for democracy.
Something of the same disposition showed itself in the first troops
to be landed in New York from the A.E.F. Their transport was met
in New York Harbor by a tremendous fleet of ferries, yachts, tug-
boats, and other craft, all crowded to overflowing with cheering New
Yorkers, waving flags, and hurling cigarettes, candy, and news-
papers at the khaki-colored objects of their enthusiastic welcome.
Through a megaphone from one of the boats Mayor Hylan delivered
a stirring oration of welcome. He eloquently, almost tearfully.
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extolled the heroism of the American soldiers who had fought so val-
iantly in France. The applauders of heroism only waste their words
on heroes, for the reply to his emotional address, and the response
given to all this rousing reception, was the battle-cry of the Amer-
ican army which raised itself from the crowded decks of the trans-
port with staccato emphasis, "When — do — we — eat?"
Likewise in Marcq, we were more vitally concerned with that same
pressing question than with profound thoughts on the deliverance of
the world's civilization from the threatened yoke of German autoc-
racy. Matters of the moment clouded our appreciation of Ger-
many's surrender. Our life in Marcq was, in fact, a composite of the
lives of a soldier, a gardener, a street-cleaner, and, lastly, of a sailor,
derelict on a sea of uncertainty, searching desperately, yet hopefully,
for a friendly sail to carry him home.
As to gardening, we had ample opportunity to display horticultural
aptitude by gathering large quantities of vegetables from the
spacious gardens which the Germans had planted on the outskirts
of the village to the north and northwest of our billets. The im-
mense portions of fresh vegetables, served to us at every meal, more
than made up for a deficit in army rations, which could hardly have
been fifty per cent, issue at the time, and also satisfied the accrescent
appetites which we had developed since our departure from La
Harazee. Potatoes, carrots, beets, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts,
onions, leeks, celery, and a huge supply of cabbage — these and other
undreamed of luxuries gave the battery a new lease on life, and pro-
duced marked effects on the health and dispositions of us all.
But if our propensity for gardening was conspicuous, our
proclivity for street cleaning was no less in evidence. In fact so
excessive was the frenzy for order and sanitation that we cleaned
not only the streets, with their beautiful manure piles (accumulated
through the centuries), but swept our billets until they looked
radiantly sanitary, washed and painted the howitzers until they ap-
peared so disgustingly new that no one would have suspected that
the battery had ever seen any action, scrubbed out all available
stables for the use of the horses when the latter should return from
the front, and finally, by means of a German bath-house, renovated
under the supervision of Captain Kirkpatrick, washed our own
bodies until they almost glistened. A cootie that could not swim
had not the ghost of a chance, but the trouble was that they were
all preeminently aquatic.
When we were not gardening or purifying our environment we
were drilling through the muddy streets of Marcq, hiking to
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Chevieres, Grand Pre, or St. Juvin, standing guard, waiting in line
at the "Y" canteen, eating vegetables, sleeping, gathering fire-wood
for the billets, writing letters, and in other ways demonstrating our
continued existence in Mr. Wilson's army. One alleviating feature
of our schedule was the rifle range, constructed in a field to the north
of our billets. A number of us fired our rifles for the first time, and
it was gratifying, after having carried them about France for six
months, to give them a little exercise. The range afforded a good
deal of fun. Inspections were plentiful, and one day an inspecting
colonel blustered into town from nowhere and fairly turned the
regiment upside down. He first made an assault on Battery "A."
Nothing suited him. The kitchen was dirty, the cooks were dirty,
the billets were dirty. He burst into the battery office like a hurri-
cane, and asked forty-eleven questions before Corporal Dunkak could
take a breath to answer the first one. Then he attacked "B" Bat-
tery, and we heard him bustling down the street bawling at a Bat-
tery "B" officer, "Your kitchen's dirty, cooks're dirty, billets're
dirty." We didn't doubt that he had chanted the same refrain to
every organization in the A.E.F., and valued his criticisms accord-
ingly.
At 10 A.M. on Sunday, November loth, a battalion church forma-
tion was held in the courtyard of the chateau which constituted our
main billet, held at the command of Major Dick, in anticipation of
the armistice and to commemorate the termination of our six months
of foreign service. With shoes polished, uniforms brushed up,
cartridge-belts stripped of ammunition, canteen, and first-aid packet,
and with gloves on our hands, we looked more presentable than we
had in many a long day. Together with "B" Battery, we were
ranged around the grass-plot in the center of the courtyard. The
major spoke about the development of the two batteries and what
they had done. He remarked on the change he had seen come over
us as we evolved from raw recruits at Upton to the veterans who
stood before him. He commended us on our accomplishments in
France, and then, musing solemnly on the part we had played in
the World War, he gave vent to an immortal phrase which remained
a battery slogan for months. "You've got something out of the war,"
he said. "You've got something that nobody can take away from
you!" For one horrible, breathless moment we thought he meant
the cooties, but swiftly dismissed the idea because we were rea-
sonably certain that nobody would covet such possessions anyway.
We anxiously waited to discover what it was that we had, but only
received the comforting information, impressed upon us repeatedly
and in a variety of ways, that we had some priceless thing of which
we never could be deprived, something we never could lose. It
sounded as if it might be some terrible disease, and faint murmurs
whispered through the assembly, "What is it?" Throughout the
speech the conundrum remained unsolved, but, at its close, we were
certain that assuredly we must possess something of immeasurable
value. Our confidence in the fact swelled to magnificent proportions,
and for the rest of the day we strutted about announcing to each
other with unbounded pride, "You've got something that can't be
taken away from you." In a lucid moment some one was inspired
with the thought that the major referred to the satisfaction we should
feel for playing our parts so well, but so few of us were satisfied with
our lives in the army that the interpretation was dismissed as pre-
posterous.
When the major finished his address, Lieutenant Thomas spoke
a few words, warning us not to be too complacent over our con-
tributions to the great victory. We had every right to be proud,
but we must never forget the years of greater suffering borne by our
allies, to whom the credit for the victory must largely go. He spoke
of the losses our armies had sustained, and in particular mentioned
the tragic death of Lieutenant Reid. The service was concluded
with a prayer of thanks for our deliverance and a prayer for those
at home.
The following day, mud-bespattered motor-cycle couriers were
racing tovv^ard the front line, and the news of the armistice, with its
consequent order to cease fire at 1 1 a.m., was received. As the
definite verification of the expected announcement spread through
the battery, some of us may have been sitting in a cabbage patch,
some picking up cigarette butts, some peeling potatoes, some groom-
ing horses, some sweeping out the billets, some saluting officers, some
cursing the army, and some cursing each other. In any case the
reaction to the news was not of a startling nature. As mentioned
before, we uttered no shrieks of joy, we waved no flags, we flourished
no bunting, and we made no comments on the salvation of the world.
We stopped our respective occupations long enough to say, "Oh,
boy, home for us," and went on skinning potatoes, beheading cab-
bages, and casting insults at the American uniform. In contrast to
the celebrations which occurred in some places our attitude was com-
paratively calm, yet we wanted above all things to get home, and
our thoughts in that respect were more elated than the above de-
scription would perhaps indicate. When we had our minds set on
the attainment of something, a hoard of comforting rumors inevi-
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tably arrived to inflame our hopes. With the armistice came the
expectation of sailing to America before the end of the year, and
the number of rumors which substantiated the reasonableness of
that hope was astonishing. They all indicated definitely that we
would be home by Christmas. We overlooked the fact that no
year was mentioned, but argued ourselves into believing that we
would set out for a port of embarkation within a week or two. Was
not the Seventy-seventh the first National Army division to reach
France, and did not New York want a big parade immediately, and
would not New York money pull the necessary strings in Washing-
ton, and did we not have it on sound authority that the general
was betting a month's salary that we would be home for Christmas
dinner? Well, I should say so! Why of course the Seventy-seventh
would be one of the very first divisions to leave. However, there
were some who expressed their distrust of all rumors as being cruel,
unreliable monsters of deception, and accordingly claimed that they
would never believe that they were out of the army until they felt
a pair of garters clasping their calves.
Armistice Day was declared a holiday. We calmly accepted the
armistice as a matter of course, but we sang joyful p?eans in be-
half of the holiday, for it brought exemption from drill and other
martial inconveniences. In the afternoon competitive games were
held between the two batteries of the battalion, and by means of
Ceccarilli, Cavaggioni, DeBerg, and other herculean prodigies (all
reinforced with German vegetables) we pulled "B" Battery off their
feet in a tug-of-war contest. We liked to beat Battery "B" in any-
thing, and generally did.
Sunday, the 24th, was Father's Day, and every man was urged to
write a victory letter to his father.
Thanksgiving Day came the following Thursday, and with it an
orgy of speechmaking. The regiment collected before a platform
built in the town square. The speakers were Colonel Winn, Lieu-
tenant Thomas, the Mayor of Marcq, and the Mayor of St. Juvin.
The 306th band was there to lend its martial notes to the occasion,
and for the benefit of the several Frenchmen (including the hon-
orable mayors) who assembled on the platform, we sang a few army
songs, doubtless carrying out their conviction that we were all
American Indians. The mayors addressed a few remarks to us, but,
on the whole, they both needed lessons from Demosthenes. One of
them arose at Lieutenant Thomas's introduction, turned his cap
around and around with fumbling hands, and said "Je vous remercie"
through his drooping black mustache so many times that we were
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not at all impressed with his knowledge of French. We never
gathered whether he was thanking us for our applause, for per-
sonally winning the war, or for cleaning up the streets. Colonel
Winn spoke of the indomitable spirit we had displayed through
the fight. He said that often he had had to give his officers and
men tasks which he himself saw no way of accomplishing, and that,
when he had asked them how they expected to carry out his orders,
the answer invariably came, "Oh, I will do it somehow, some way."
He further remarked that we ought to be very very thankful that
we were returning to homes physically untouched by the war, and
to towns in no such pitiful condition as the one in which we were
billeted. His words were not lost on us, for we saw several refugees
return to their battered houses in Marcq, and were thankful that
ours had been safe from the ravages of shell and bombs. The colonel
concluded his speech by telling us that we were entering the most
disheartening period of the war, that of demobilization. He said
that if any man wanted to get home more than he did that man
would have to "want some." He urged us to be patient and to keep
up our spirits through the trying experience of waiting for dis-
charge. How well he knew what he was talking about!
We had expected to gorge ourselves on a huge Thanksgiving din-
ner, but Sergeant Mueller and the detail which accompanied him
to Chalons-sur-Marne to buy provisions for the feast could not get
back in time. Consequently we ate corned willy and cabbage; but
the following day we had the best meal we ever ate in France.
Among other delicacies the menu boasted roast lamb, mashed pota-
toes, luscious thick gravy, celery, cabbage, sprouts, rice pudding,
coffee, cheese, candy, nuts, and vin rouge, or what is more commonly
known as "red ink." Each man was given a cup of the wine. For
some time we had observed total abstinence from all forms of al-
cohol, and the effects of this generous allotment were sudden and
striking. The battery laughed considerably louder than usual and
grew intensely argumentative. Potts and Gill were both inflamed
with the conviction that they had great cursorial propensities and
could beat each other in a hundred-yard dash. A vociferous chal-
lenge ensued, and the contestant sprinters adjourned to the muddy
street to demonstrate the veracity of their claims for pedestrian
prowess. The race was neck and neck, but it was whispered about
that Potts lost by a hair's breadth. Furthermore, the fire-water
vivified our visions of home and increased our faith in all reports
which promised to send us there before the first of the year.
We left our comfortable homes in Marcq on the last day of No-
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vember, and, extraordinary to relate, we departed in motor trucks.
We arrived in Autry toward evening, and were quartered in a park
which apparently had been used by the Germans as a dump for
artillery and engineering supplies. Our barracks were filthy and
the night extremely cold, so we have no pleasant recollections of
Autry, especially as we waited at the station all the following day
before entraining. At i a.m. of December 2d our train, composed
of spacious American freight-cars, an American engine, and an
American crew, began what proved to be a comparatively com-
fortable trip. With ample space to stretch ourselves, stoves to warm
our feet, and straw to lie upon, we considered ourselves fortunate,
and praised all the saints of every known religion that we were
not cramped into "Hommes 40 — Chevaux 8." During the day we
stopped at a station where several Boche prisoners were attempting
to load an auto-truck on a flat-car. Some of us got out and
showed them how it should be done, much to the disgust of the
French guards. When we left, the Germans had been shorn of every
button their shabby uniforms possessed, but, in recompense, their
pockets bulged with francs. In the early morning of the 3d we
reached Latracey, and, detraining, had a meager breakfast in a field
opposite the station. Major-General Alexander was there to meet
us, and strutted like a turkey up and down the length of the train,
looking infinitely proud of himself and us and the American army
in general. Short and stocky in build, energetic in manner, saluting
with studied deliberation, his overseas cap tilted jauntily on an abun-
dance of iron gray hair, he presented a most formidable appearance.
At 2.30 P.M., after a deal of fuss and worry getting our equipment
packed on the wagons, and a deal of trouble collecting some of the
battery from a convenient saloon by the roadside, we hiked oif up
the road with full packs and empty stomachs. Dancevoir was our
destination, and we arrived there in the late afternoon. We spent
most of the evening looking for wine. The price of liquor reached
appalling heights within two days.
We expected that our stay in Dancevoir would be only long enough
to enable us to check up equipment, turn in our howitzers, and
bring the paper work of the battery up to the minute, preparatory
to an early departure for a port of embarkation. The hope of reach-
ing the United States before Christmas had dwindled away, but we
still clung to the chance of getting home by New Year's Day. It
seems ridiculous now that we could have entertained such a hope,
yet there were many who did so. As the days dragged themselves
into v/eeks, reports crept to us that every division had to go through
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the first to leave France, and that the Seventy-seventh was far down
the sailing list of departing troops. There was nothing before us
but waiting, and we came to the realization that Colonel Winn's
remarks about the trying monotony of the period of demobilization
were truly spoken. We had been satisfied to rest a while in Marcq,
for we needed rest badly and were comfortably settled in the battered
old village, but soon after we reached Dancevoir the reaction to this
welcome idleness set in and we became restless and dissatisfied.
We can now look back on the period of demobilization with calm
thoughts, but at the time our thoughts were anything but tranquil,
and the worst of it was that we had ample opportunity to think.
During the hardships of campaigning we led primarily a physical
life, and had comparatively little chance to direct our attention
toward anything but food, rest, and the work in hand. We were
busy, often night and day, busy with hard work of a most serious
nature with a definite goal ahead of us to spur us on, but with the
signing of the armistice our goal was attained and we had no aim
in life but to get home, no function but to wait for discharge. With
Germany's capitulation the usefulness of the army collapsed, and,
to a great extent, we collapsed with it in a heap of fretful impatience.
Major Dick tried to impress it upon us that, while the war was
over, we must prepare for the next war. The speech was doubtless
intended to give us some purpose to sustain us in our martial ac-
tivities, something to work for, but if that was the major's intention
he sadly underestimated the intelligence of his men. We hooted at
the idea of doing "Arms to the thrust — Move" in order to get in
trim for the "next war." We were kept on the jump with every
variety of drill, infantry and artillery, with inspections, guard duty,
and a host of other military performances, largely for the sake of
being saved from the demoralization of idleness. It is fortunate
that we were preoccupied even with tasks which were distasteful to
us, for had we been totally idle we would have worked ourselves into
a fury of impatience which might have resulted in the organized
decapitation of every individual who dared show himself in a Sam
Browne belt. But to be busy just for the sake of being busy was
a procedure which could hope to gain only half-hearted support.
It is not an altogether pleasant task to convey in these pages the
atmosphere of that last phase of our history. It was full of enmity
for some of our officers, full of dissatisfaction, full of impatient com-
plaining, full of the monotonous existence of an army which has
nothing useful to do, nothing to work for except to get out of uni-
form, nothing to think about except the undesirability of war and
the desirability of an impossibly speedy discharge. The editors
would take great pleasure in overlooking all the unpleasantness of
that final phase. They would prefer to dwell entirely on the cir-
cumstances and incidents which produce a smile or a reminiscent
chuckle. Yet to do so would be to write fiction, not history, and
the battery wishes a history of its experiences.
Dancevoir was the first inhabited town we had been in since our
hike to the Argonne, yet so far as mud was concerned we might as
well have been back at Abri St. Louis. Most of the battery was
housed in two barracks situated in a sunken area below the main
road of the village, a road which had been dignified with the name
of Rue des Etats-Unis. The area contained two other barracks of
similar proportions, one occupied by the "Y," the other by men of
"B" Battery. All four buildings had been thoughtfully set in a sea
of mud, in some places ankle deep, and in all places deep enough to
make matters very disagreeable. The ground never dried, for it
rained frequently, and our feet were constantly wet. Added to these
circumstances the barracks for the first month had no stoves to
drive out the cold and to dry our wet clothing and muddy shoes.
The roofs of the buildings leaked and their dirt floors were always
damp with the mud we tracked in from without. The barracks
ofi'ered greater freedom of action than our pup-tents at the front,
but we had expected far more comfort than they gave us, and were
correspondingly disappointed.
The remainder of the battery were quartered in billets on a street
facing the Aube River, and in houses at the north end of the town.
Living conditions in these places were much better than in the lower
area, but wood was scarce and the men suffered from the damp chill
of winter. An epidemic of colds set in and large numbers of men
answered sick call. A room in one of the billets was converted into
a hospital ward. At no previous time in the history of the battery
had sick call been attended by so- many men so regularly. One
morning when a particularly large detachment arrived at the in-
firmary. Captain "Kirk" inquired why on earth the battery guidon
was not brought along. Some of us undoubtedly sought medical
treatment to shield ourselves from the horrors of drill, but there
were comparatively few of these designing persons, and they rarely
profited by their mendacity.
Our activities in Dancevoir were manifold. We performed the
usual calisthenics, sometimes before breakfast. We engaged in dis-
mounted drill on a hill to the north of the village, and on one
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occasion attempted infantry skirmishes. We hiked with and with-
out the guns. We policed and repaired the village highways. We
dug latrines. We devoted our attention to a new assignment of
horses with their supply of American harness. We washed the
howitzers which stood in the regimental gun park at the other end
of the village. In reference to the last occupation Colonel Peak,
Colonel Winn's successor, is claimed to have given orders for the
men to "clean the cannon." Colonel Peak was apparently thinking
in terms of the Civil War. Besides "cleaning the cannon" we cleaned
ourselves by means of a tomato-can shower which our old friend
Sergeant Bernstein renovated on the bank of the Aube. We stood
inspections galore; we stood in the mud for mess; and we stood
guard over every stick and stone and every well in Dancevoir. We
discussed the chances of getting home, discussed the futility of
drilling, and discussed the villainy of the officers. We checked up
all battery records, and checked and rechecked all equipment.
All these and many other activities we detested, but there were sev-
eral ways in which the dull drag of our lives was alleviated. We
played games on the drill field, wrote a host of letters, were enter-
tained by the 306th Field Artillery players, and, above all, we made
friends with the kindly French peasants of the town, who seemed to
have the most extravagant affection for us so long as our pockets were
full of francs. Sergeant Dumont adopted his "papa and mama"
(papa had the best cognac in the world), paid ten francs for one egg,
and almost went into mourning when mama fell sick. Corporal
Ring fell in love with his darling Suzanne, and began to get absent-
minded during inspections. Corporal Feldman made the ac-
quaintance of a Parisienne butterfly who visited the family with
whom he had attached himself. Sergeants Gray and Thurlow had
a strange habit of suddenly disappearing toward a house near the
stables. The officers retired to the inner recesses of the Officers' Club,
to exchange their salaries over the poker table and totter home past
the vigilant guards in the dead of morning. And the battery twins.
Buddy Childs and Joe Pender, made conquest in the higher circles
of Dancevoir society.
Christmas came. Christmas boxes arrived to remind us how far
we were from home. Christmas dinner was served as taunting evi-
dence that we were fools to have expected that we would make
merry over our own plum puddings. A number of men ate their
evening meal in the houses of townspeople, drank French wine,
talked boisterously, looked as merry as possible, and walked home
to the chill of their billets, thinking that Christmas in the A.E.F.
Chi:
KL.T.r. '21
Bajttei?^ ^ Q\xaa?ber^ Da^rvcevoip, Fr>accvCe,
was very much like every other day. The only real touch of the
kind of Christmas we would like to have had was a Christmas tree,
cut from the property of Monsieur le Comte and erected in the
"Y" barrack for the benefit of the children of Dancevoir.
New Year's Day brought the realization that divisions of time
meant very little in the army. Buddy Childs gave birth to that im-
mortal sentiment that home was nowhere in sight, and that he
guessed that he was "in the army from now on." The first of the
year always brings a deluge of good resolutions, and our superiors
evidently thought they had better do something righteous for us.
A school was started which, in theory, must have been a remarkable
success. Also an order was issued that there must be no more sal-
vaging, an injunction directed against our habit of inadvertently
picking up a fence rail or two to encourage the sparks in our stoves
and fireplaces.
The detachment of men who had attended a school for mechanics
returned to the battery, and with them brought four tractors of the
noisiest variety. When we didn't want the beasts, and didn't need
them, they appeared, and forthwith had to be put to some immediate
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use. There was talk abroad that we would haul the guns to a
near-by range, but that plan, if there ever was such a plan, fell
through, and the tractors remained in a state of offended neglect,
crashing about town in a thunderous attempt to appear useful.
Colonel Peak must have been in a frenzy to know what he should
do with his new toys, and undoubtedly sat up nights in a cold sweat,
trying to figure out some way of utilizing them. A brilliant thought
struck him one day, with the result that Battery "A" went on a
march, the rattle of the heavy howitzers drowned in the deafening
clamor of their new gasoline horses. We drew into a field about
two kilometers outside Dancevoir, and there indulged in the comedy
of laying the pieces for fire, doubtless to have them all set for the
"next war." We breathed a sigh of relief on January 25th, for the
guns were drawn down to the aeroplane hangars at Latracey, to be
turned over to the Ordnance Department. We gave them a final
cleaning and lubricating, touched them up with paint, shed a tear
or two at bidding farewell to our boisterous old friends, and left
them to find their own destiny, we knew not where. The Ordnance
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Department reported that no guns were turned in by any artillery
brigade that surpassed ours in the excellence of their condition.
One day a brigade review was held several thousand miles from
Dancevoir, and off hiked the regiment to spend the afternoon being
military before General McCloskey. Aside from a slight drizzle
the occasion was uneventful, but every one seemed satisfied that
they had looked intensely military, and had conducted themselves
in an exemplary manner which did honor to themselves, their
families, and the United States. The officers looked solemn and
stern and highly important, and very much afraid of their reputa-
tions.
Shortly before we left Dancevoir, a regimental review, conducted
for purposes of inspection, was held just south of the village. Ma-
licious-looking officers from headquarters pestered our quaking lieu-
tenants with a thousand embarrassing questions as to when we had
last bathed, why this man was lacking the regulation layer of shoe
dubbin, why that bow-legged man didn't know enough to stand with
his feet at an angle of forty-five degrees, and what the men had had
to eat on the last rainy Wednesday. Then they went down the bat-
tery front viciously snatching away our rifles and violently thrusting
them back at us, rapidly firing a line of questions at us the while.
When Schnibbe was asked for the caliber of his rifle the reputation
of Battery "A" had an irreparable set-back. His answer first came
'Thirty, sir." "Thirty what?" snapped the inspector. "Thirty
inches," came the meek reply, and the inspector glowered up and
down the line to see who was laughing. The inspection was a very
breathless affair and we were glad when it was over — especially the
officers, for they went through all the stages of nervous prostration
in the just cause of preserving our reputation from the black marks
of these powerful inquisitors from headquarters.
The period of demobilization was fast developing into a period of
demoralization, in the military sense of the word. We could laugh
and enjoy ourselves to a certain extent, but do what we might, we
could not overcome the exasperation of leading a military life to no
purpose. Whether the officers were responsible for the ill humor
which possessed us is possibly not for the editors to pass judgment
upon, but certain it is that most of our complaints were directed
against officialdom. It seems that they were partially the cause and
partially merely the convenient objects of our impatience. At the
front we were satisfied to submerge ourselves in the seas of discipline
in order to gain our purpose, no matter what our opinions might be
concerning the essential nature of discipline. With our purpose at-
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tained we instinctively adopted a less lenient view toward the atti-
tude which the officers appeared to think was vital to the main-
tenance of their authority. An American wants to be led, not
pushed, wants to be encouraged, not driven, wants to be treated like
an American and not like the scum of the earth, and when the officers
sat in front of their fires all day or appeared among us like graven
images, we began to wonder whether they were worth respecting, dis-
cipline or no discipline, army or no army. It seemed as if Lieutenant
Shearer alone took any interest in our welfare. To him we re-
sponded with our allegiance, and to him we extended our gratitude.
Nor were the officers alone in their unpopularity, for the sergeants
began to be looked upon as receiving privileges incompatible with
their station. By a G. H. Q. order they were given a room to them-
selves in one of the billets, and here, reinforced with champagne
which they bought from a usurious Frenchman next door, they made
a racket which on one occasion attracted the attention of the officer
of the day, and on every occasion kept all men in the billet in a state
of wakeful indignation. When a report circulated about that these
tyrants were to have a separate mess, the battery threatened to blow
up and "The Battery Book" almost lost its subscription fund. Our
morale slipped about at a great rate while Dancevoir remained our
home. The mess sergeant delivered an ultimatum to the battery
commander. The seventh section, "the international section," had a
grand set-to which ended with a few bloody noses, and one night in
one of the barracks we barely missed having a murder laid to our
account. It was just as well that we left for the Le Mans area when
we did.
We had been relieved of all equipment save what we carried on
our backs. Our clothes and blankets had been put through delousing
boilers; battery records were in tiptop condition; lacking equipment
had been supplied; and promotions in the ranks had brought the
personnel of the battery up to requirements in that respect. In
short, we were all ready for whatever horrors the Le Mans area
might have in store for us. We left Dancevoir on the bleak Friday
afternoon of February 7th. The weather always cut a few capers
when we moved anywhere. It was too cold to rain, so it snowed in-
stead. To satisfy the colonel's idea of how the regiment ought to
look on a march we carried our extra shoes on the outside of our
packs. They got almost as wet as the hikers we wore, and when we
crowded into French box-cars at Latracey, we lay down with wet
feet, no change of shoes, and uniforms soggy with melted snow. The
ensuing trip was a most cheerless one. The food was cold, the
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weather was cold, and we were cold; and, to cap the climax, we de-
trained on the gth at Noyen-sur-Sarthe on the windiest and coldest
day we experienced during our year in France.
In some respects our stay in Noyen was more satisfactory than
our two months in Dancevoir, but in other respects it was far worse.
Our billets, scattered all over the town, were at least comparatively
dry, but they were poorly lighted, very dirty, somewhat crowded,
and miserably heated. The weather was often cold, especially at
night, and we continued to storm the infirmary morning and after-
noon. A number of men were sent to the hospital. There was a
rush to surreptitiously escape our uncomfortable quarters by renting
rooms in French houses, with the result that many of the non-coms
and others took up residence with the townspeople. Corporal Ste-
vens was discovered by Lieutenant Bryan removing his belongings to
his boarding-house and was asked, "Corporal, where are you going
with that pack?" much to the confusion of the corporal. But his
embarrassed explanation was not followed by, "My Gawd, Corporal,
don't you know any better than to do that?" and the miscreant went
on his way, rejoicing in the hope that the officers had taken a gen-
erous drink of the milk of human kindness. Not so, for when it was
found that the sergeants were not living in the quarters assigned
them, orders were given that a sergeant must be in charge of every
billet, despite the fact that instructions from G.H.Q. allowed ser-
geants to live apart from their men. Orders of such a kind only in-
creased our hatred of an over-imperious regime, and more than ever
we gave vent to our emotions by voicing vitriolic execrations against
the "reign of terror."
At Noyen we were less troubled than formerly with the afflictions
of drill. We took our turn at guard duty, went on short hikes, and
were put through our paces in "squads right" in order that the best
drilled men might be picked for a model platoon to engage in a di-
visional drill competition. We had only a few horses, no tractors,
and no guns to worry us, and the streets of Noyen needed little re-
pairing, so altogether we were fortunately free from many of the
duties which had attended our visit to Dancevoir. And, too, com-
pared with the latter town, Noyen was a flourishing metropolis and
offered not mere idleness, but active entertainment for our leisure
hours. We patronized the restaurants and cafes, ate prodigious
quantities of osiifs and other dishes of an unmilitary type, occa-
sionally got delightfully tipsy (despite the army of M.P.'s whose
duty it was to see that we were served nothing but "beer and light
wines"), frequented the many stores of which the town boasted, and
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there spent our francs on useless souvenirs, and even exhibited the
grace of an army field shoe by frisking about the floor of a dance hall
we discovered in rear of the Mairie. There was a large Y.M.C.A.
building, and here we kept ourselves supplied with cigarettes and
dangerous-looking cigars, though otherwise the "Y" profited us little.
One Saturday morning the Place du Marche became a crowded
center of commercial activity, for it was suddenly converted into a
department store. Vendors from out of town flocked into the village
and set up their stands in front of the Mairie, there to sell their va-
rious wares. The whole of Noyen, including the 306th Field Artil-
lery (which formed the greater part of the population), swarmed to
the market and wandered from booth to booth. We found nothing
that would have made suitable souvenirs, for even an American
soldier draws the line at purchasing gingham dresses and corsets as
mementoes of "sunny France." On another occasion the square
served as a theater, for one evening a motion-picture machine,
mounted on a truck, cast a few emotional reflections on a screen at-
tached to the wall of one of the buildings which enclosed the square.
It was a blessing to get in touch with civilization again, and while
Noyen only whetted our appetites for home, yet it was a relief to be
in a town which showed some faint signs of life.
It was particularly pleasant to sit at a table and order a meal, for
the battalion mess was anything but good at the time. One day
General Glassford, who had replaced General McCloskey, rode up to
our mess-hall on his motor-cycle and proceeded to do a little infor-
mal inspecting. He asked one man what he thought of the mess and
received the timid reply that it was fine. The general tested the
food and thought differently, with the result that every authority in
the battalion was given to understand that our coffee was nothing
but "slops." The well-meaning individual who had commended the
quality of the mess became the wretched subject of the following
song:
The Inspecting General came around, parlez-vous,
The Inspecting General came around, parlez-vous;
He asked us how we liked our grub
And got his answer from a dub,
Hinky, dinky, parlez-vous.
Shortly before we left Noyen, Lieutenant Bryan and Lieutenant
Grahn (then with the Supply Company) were promoted to the rank
of captain. The former was assigned to the 305th Field Artillery
and for a few days we had hopes that Captain Grahn would return
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to us as battery commander. No arrangement would have been met
with more delight; but our hopes were short-lived, for Captain
Bryan's transfer was cancelled at his own solicitation, and we con-
tinued as usual to guard the battery's supply of jam.
On February 23d, the battalion moved to Camp La Suze. We
had visions of terrific labors ahead of us, for we were told that we
were going to assist in the construction of a hospital camp, but La
Suze proved to be a pleasant disappointment. We were not near
enough to the village to find harbor with French families, but the
two barracks in which we were quartered were, except for a mud
puddle in one of them, very comfortable and far more desirable than
the garrets and stables of Noyen. A Y.M.C.A. hut ofi'ered us desks
to write letters, a small library, and a canteen. Scarcely a night
passed without some entertainment in the "Y" barrack. Added to
these comforts was the circumstance that we were several kilometers
beyond the clutches of regimental authorities. There was consid-
erable detail work and the model platoon started to be earnestly
model, but we were afflicted with no regimental reviews, inspections,
or other annoying formalities. Furthermore small detachments con-
tinued to leave on furlough. From Dancevoir men went on leave to
Aix-les-Bains and Chambery; from Noyen and La Suze they visited
St. Malo and the Pyrenees. In every case these fortunate absentees
came back with enthusiastic descriptions of Uncle Sam's winter re-
sorts.
During the first week in March, several men left the battery to
attend French and British universities as members of the A.E.F.
School Detachment.
On March 21st, we hiked back to Noyen, to take up our abode
once more in the barren hay-lofts and stable stalls we had previously
occupied. Our second sojourn here was marked by a series of in-
spections, ostensibly conducted to see that we kept ourselves in top-
notch condition, but apparently for no other purpose than to give
us something to do and something to swear at. On April 7th we
subjected all the equipment we could beg, borrow, or steal to an
embarkation inspection, held on the drill field of the Third Battalion.
The inspectors were supposed to satisfy themselves that every man
was fully equipped before leaving for the States, possibly to demon-
strate to admiring Americans that he not only was, but always had
been, fully equipped. We were more than ready to assist the inspec-
tors in anything which might expedite our departure, and adopted
various mendacious means of conveying the desired impression. If
one of us were missing the required extra pair of shoes, he borrowed
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the requisite articles from the supply room, passed the inspection
with honors and returned the shoes. Each man was supposed to
have two identification tags. Many were lacking one or both. They
were put toward the end of the inspection line, and when those who
possessed both tags had been examined they surreptitiously slipped
their tags down the line. Had the inspecting officers more carefully
scrutinized Battery "A," they might have been astounded to see a
stalwart son of Ireland with "Jacob" on his name tag, while a dark-
haired Italian boldly advertised himself as bearing the name "Olaf."
On April iith, the battery participated in a regimental dis-
mounted drill competition. The model platoon proved itself far
and away the best platoon in the regiment, and went through its
prescribed manceuvers with such splendid precision that there was
never a doubt in the minds of the spectators as to its superiority.
When the battery as a whole took the field we lost by a close margin
to Battery "E." We were the last battery to march into the contest.
All the others advanced and executed squads left, coming into bat-
tery front with slightly uneven dress. Captain Bryan saw his chance
to get the jump on the other units and commanded an "on right into
line." Thus, when we came into battery front, our dress was per-
fect. There had been no ruling against such a manceuver and it
seems as if we should have been allowed the advantage we gained by
so extremely clever a move, but the general thought differently, and
made us repeat our entrance. When we marched on the second time,
the captain's commands were drowned by the band and we executed
squads left very raggedly. It was undoubtedly the latter unfortu-
nate occurrence that cost us the victory, for, once in the swing of the
drill, we marched splendidly. The judges were in favor of declaring
the contest a draw between "E" and "A," but a decision was re-
quested, and the honors went to the former.
For a few days prior to our departure from Noyen we indulged in
a new form of torture known as "abandon billet drill." At a given
signal we rolled packs and ran out of the billets as though we were
leaving on the final day. The billets were then inspected to see that
they were clean and free from those useless articles of equipment
which it was always a temptation to leave behind. One such article
which found its way into our packs was the bacon can. Bacon and
condiment cans had been issued, withdrawn, and reissued times with-
out number throughout our army life. They undoubtedly served to
swell the pocketbooks of war profiteers, but for us they served no
purpose except as ballast for our packs. At Noyen we received a
final issue of bacon cans. We held them for purposes of inspection
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until the morning of our departure, when most of us rose up in
wrath and hurled them away. We venture to state that if the Sarthe
River ever overflows its banks it will be because the onrush of Amer-
ican bacon cans, which that peaceful stream possesses, has some-
where been checked into a mountainous dam.
The battery finally received word that it would leave sleepy old
Noyen on April 17th. On the i6th, Major Dick requested that we
be assembled so that he might bid us farewell, for he was setting out
that day for Le Mans. We always used to poke fun at the major's
many speeches on discipline and saluting, and especially at his fa-
mous Marcq oration, in which he so emphatically insisted that we
had something that nobody could take away from us; but there were
no smiles of amusement on our faces or in our hearts during his final
speech. A Battery "A" man wrote to a friend the following brief de-
scription of that scene: "The Major and about a dozen other officers
were left behind in France. A new medical officer by the name of
got into a mix-up with a girl at Noyen and was put up for
court-martial, and all of these officers had to stick around as wit-
nesses. The old Major got the battery together, and when he tried
to make his farewell speech, his throat clogged. He tried to brace
himself, got a few words out, and then broke down completely. Can
you beat it? He hauled out amongst rousing cheers."
We used to discuss the conduct of the officers freely and some-
times not very impartially, but any man who murmured a protest
against "Captain Dick" that night was promptly sat upon. Though
the major was unquestionably the severest taskmaster ever given to
us, though relentless iron discipline was his motto, yet he never
spared himself, and in that he proved himself a leader as well as a
driver. He always stood in our minds as the creator of Battery "A."
Somehow his place seemed to be at the head of the battery column.
To us he was always "Captain," not "Major."
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Oh, Those Buglers!
BY VERNON B. SMITH
Oh buglers three, the battery
Has waited, oh, so patiently,
For you to learn to hit the key
That you should hit, in buglery.
Is it too much to ask of you
To practise for an hour or two
And learn to play at least a few
Of those old calls we thought you knew?
At dawn you cleave the quiet air
With such a brazen, blatant blare
That we arise and tear our hair,
But, buglers, you don't seem to care.
For mess you sound an awful tune,
Quite like a hound that bays at the moon.
Or when he trees a fleeing coon.
We've cursed enough. We'll shoot you soon!
"Sick call" sounds like a creaky hearse.
It makes the sick a damned sight worse;
It makes the healthy roundly curse,
And pious persons say a verse.
You murder "Taps" and "Reveille,"
Your "Recall" is an agony;
Take warning, bungling buglers three,
A dreadful death awaits for thee.
Go learn those shining horns to play,
Practise "Retreat," oh, buglers gay;
Toot, toute de suite, the livelong day.
Or hide, for fear your hides we'll flay.
Den\obiliz5Jtioi\
, / I "T ^HE period of our history which we have called "Mark-
ing Time" properly ends with our departure from
Noyen, for then it was that we started to make rapid
strides toward the Land of the Free and the Home of
the Brave. Then, too, the final chapter should begin,
for with Noyen left in the gloomy distance, we
^^^ launched into the current of a hurricane of inspec-
!!^^ tions, examinations, and red-tape which whirled us
about on the unsteady winds of military life, and, with a final blast,
scattered us to the four corners of America.
At noon on April 17th, with bands appropriately ushering in the
final phase with martial airs, the brigade began its journey to the
coast. It remains one of the mysteries of the war why the battery
did not entrain at Noyen. Instead of doing so we alone of the regi-
ment hiked some five miles with full equipment to Camp La Suze,
boarded a troop train there in the late afternoon, and promptly re-
turned through Noyen by rail. Our thoughts, as we rumbled by the
Noyen station, were inexpressible in any language, but oaths never
seared the atmosphere more freely. Despite the bad start, the en-
suing trip was fairly comfortable. Roomy American box-cars and
hot food, coupled with the fact that the ride to Brest was a short
one and was leading us definitely toward demobilization, gave no
quarter for despondent spirits.
Camp Pontanazen was a pleasant surprise. We were not prepared
to see miles of barracks and tents surrounding the small enclosure
we had visited a year before. We knew that the camp had been
greatly enlarged, but we had fearful misgivings that its enlargement
had not been for the best, and that we might well expect to be thrust
into pigsties, — all this because we had heard of the congressman's
wife who had crossed the Atlantic and cried inconsolably over the
horrible conditions in the camp. We rejoice that the good woman
did not venture toward the front, for, with one fleeting glimpse of
the Battery "A" mess line at Abri St. Louis, she unquestionably
would have dissolved into a streaming, compassionate tear. What-
ever the previous conditions of the camp, they were all that we could
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have asked for when we arrived at Brest. We were quartered in
squad-tents furnished with comfortable cots, ate well, and thor-
oughly enjoyed ourselves. Mess was a marvel of efficiency. Thou-
sands of men were served from a series of kitchens occupying one of
the many kitchen barracks, were served well and with astonishing
rapidity.
We arrived in Brest on Good Friday. The following day ought to
be known to posterity as "Good Saturday," for Battery "A" was
deloused. We were marched to a large building the interior of which
looked much like the waiting-room of a depot, for it was furnished
with row upon row of long benches. Here we were assigned num-
bered seats. Silence was commanded by large signs posted here and
there, possibly in consideration of those who wished to offer up silent
prayers of thankfulness at their happy deliverance from the ravages
of their cooties. We took off our clothes, put them on the benches,
and stood by, while a number of medical officers hurriedly examined
us. Any man whose whelped chest indicated the presence of extra
ferocious cooties was set apart and treated to a more powerful pur-
gation than was inflicted upon those who merely suffered from the
normal number of bites. Several minutes were consumed by this in-
spection, since there were about a thousand men to be examined.
When it was completed a sergeant whistled for attention, and after
insisting that silence be maintained, gave instructions concerning the
method of procedure during the bath something as follows: "Each
man will take his underclothes, follow the line around the back of
the hall, and as he passes the G. I. cans in the rear, he will throw
his underwear and socks in one of them. He will then pass down the
other side to the bath-house. After your bath return to this room,
get dressed, and get out." We started the long journey, stalking
abroad in all our nakedness, and finally approached the showers. At
the entrance to the bath-room an attendant daubed each man, back
and front, with a large calcimine brush which he dipped intermit-
tently into a pail containing a compound of soft-soap and kerosene.
As the attendant plastered Buddy Childs the latter cautioned him to
"post no bills." No cootie could possibly escape that initial attack,
but we proceeded under the showers to the tune of a sergeant's
whistle, and made the most of a brief allowance of hot water by
hurriedly enveloping ourselves in a froth of kerosene soap-suds. We
were warned that we must get none of the soap in our hair. The
admonition did not produce a favorable impression of the character
of our cleansing material, and guessing that it was commonly used
to remove varnish, we discreetly obeyed instructions, even at the
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risk of allowing some energetic cootie to escape its just desserts.
"Two minutes to rinse off," came the command, and the hot water
was suddenly followed by cold. As we left the shower-room a minia-
ture towel was thrust at us, by means of which we endeavored with
small success to dry ourselves. The towel was thoroughly saturated
by the time we had rubbed the water from our hair, and the rest of
the body was dried by pure friction as we frantically rubbed our-
selves down. The next move was to collect socks and underwear
before returning to our respective benches, and this we did as we
passed several counters supplied with those articles. There was
little time to get garments of the proper size, for a continuous stream
of men was passing the supply tables. Joe Pender asked the soldier
at the shirt counter where he might get his shirt accordion-pleated
so as to make it fit. Once again at our benches, we hid in the re-
cesses of our new underclothes and groped around to find our way
into the rest of our uniform, all to the usual music, "Put your leg-
gings on outside — hurry up and get out." The bath was really a
memorable occasion. In more senses than one it was a great step in
leaving French soil.
In the evening we rolled packs and marched to a pavilion about a
half-mile from the battery area. Here the external appearance of
our packs received the concurrent approval of two captains. The
rear rank was only a yard or two from a wall of the building, but
that didn't seem to bother the "swivel-chair captain," for he com-
manded "Open ranks, march," with seeming confidence that the rear
rank would back the required four paces straight through the wall.
When he found himself disappointed in this calculation, his indigna-
tion was supreme, and he looked, and was, extremely nasty, and
savagely intimated that we lacked intelligence. We were then com-
manded to march forward, but the order was unaccompanied by "At
trail," and when we brought our rifles to right shoulder in the ap-
proved manner, the captain called out, "Keep your rifles down." We
were not certain before, but then we became convinced that he was
the man of our hopes, the man who would revise the American army
drill regulations.
On the morning of Easter Sunday we were ordered to embark.
Truly it was our day of resurrection, and to commemorate the occa-
sion we were introduced to a new form of drill, known as "ship
drill." The battery was assembled, and as each man's name was
called from the passenger list, he was taught how to answer his name
with the proper inflection in his voice so that, when his name was
called out on the dock, the hearing of the embarkation officer would
not be unduly strained. After a hurried noon mess, the battery was
formed again for a medical examination, chiefly for the purpose of
discovering any cases of influenza. The doctors passed down the
ranks placing a clinical thermometer in each man's mouth, and then,
armed with note-books, recorded our respective temperatures. By
the time they reached the end of the line the last men were, as some
of us expressed it, "muscle bound in the jaws," from trying to gin-
gerly hold the thermometer without biting it in two. Gauze masks
were issued to be worn in case a "flu" epidemic should break out on
board ship.
The hike for the port of Brest began immediately after the exami-
nation. And such a hike! A sort of grand finale to all the strenuous
marches we had previously had. The day was hotter than the hot-
test corridor of the Inferno, and yet, mirabile dictu, we were made
to wear our overcoats. One fifteen-minute rest was granted through-
out the two-hour journey. Between the heat, the rapidity of the
pace, and the v/eight of our full equipment, it is a wonder that all
of us arrived at the docks alive. Had we been going anywhere but
to the ship that would carry us home, it is not unlikely that Battery
"A" would have mutinied. If the doctors had delayed their exami-
nation until after the hike, our temperatures would have sent the
mercury shooting through the top of the thermometers. Andy Keane
was purple with heat, and puffing and wheezing like an asthmatic
steam-engine. As we waited limply under the pier sheds, the aggre-
gate weight of the battery must have been at least a ton less than it
was before we started off. Our friends of the Red Cross were present
and did what they could to revive our normal temperatures with
cups of cold water; they also hung about each man's neck a pair of
socks, stuffed with candy, cigarettes, and playing-cards.
Following a short delay we went aboard a lighter. About 3.30 p.m.
we drew away from the shores of France, and ten minutes later were
alongside the Agamemnon, which had arrived in the harbor that
same morning, all coaled and provisioned for a speedy return trip to
the States. As we passed up the gang-plank tickets were given us
bearing the inscription "M N 2," indicating the battery's compart-
ment on the ship. Many of us received small pieces of red ribbon,
which we later found, much to our disgust, to be indicative of selec-
tion for detail work. The crews of many transports were cut down
to provide more space for soldiers, and hence we had to make up for
the deficit of sailors by doing their work. One detail was assigned
to scraping the inside facings of the unused boilers of the ship. This
task was so particularly distasteful that a complaint was registered,
and the detail relieved by order of General Glassford. Another de-
tachment had to paint the walls of the engine-rooms and the engine-
room shafts from the hold of the vessel to the top deck. This was
better than working inside a rusty boiler, but the engine-rooms were
extremely warm, and the work proved uncongenial. A third detail
was assigned to sweeping and washing the decks.
We might have been more satisfied at our conversion into "gobs"
had we been allowed the comparatively delectable mess we saw the
sailors consuming in large quantities. Our own food, and the con-
ditions under which we ate it, made us long for the time when greasy
mess-kits, weak coffee, and under-cooked beans would be things of
the past. In contrast to the mess we enjoyed on the Leviathan we
were badly off, and compared with the sumptuous feasts prepared
for the officers our food was miserable. In order to enter the dark
room which served as our mess-hall we had to pass by the officers'
luxurious dining-saloon — at least it appeared luxurious to us, for the
tables were covered with spotless linen and shining tableware, and
the room furnished with most comfortable-looking chairs. A blaze
of electric light disclosed all sorts of tempting food — a gentle though
firm reminder of what we were not to get. Once past this sanctum
of heavenly manna, where our superiors ate in the splendid seclusion
of officialdom, we descended to the odors of our gloomy mess-hall,
were served our share of "weenies" and coffee, and proceeded to the
section of the room assigned to Battery "A."
To add insult to injury, the officers, accompanied by the nurses
aboard the Agamemnon, wandered along the galleries above the
mess-hall to enjoy what was referred to by one of them as "watch-
ing the animals eat." The kings of France used to eat one of their
daily meals in public, but we did not feel, in view of the above re-
mark, that the audience which gazed upon us was actuated by curi-
osity more noble than that which leads people to stand in front of a
cage full of pink-faced monkeys. To our delight the remark was
overheard by General Glassford, who, with his accustomed sym-
pathy for the enlisted men, rebuked the indiscreet officer, shut up the
zoo, and allowed the animals to eat in peace. In vicious revenge for
such treatment, the enlisted men on guard took particular pains to
search out all cozy corners of the deck and put an abrupt end to
twosing parties between officers and nurses by cruelly informing all
amorous couples that they must move on.
The Agamemnon, formerly named the Kaiser Wilhelm II, became
known to the American soldier and sailor as "Rolling Billy."
Though clear skies and a quiet sea attended us throughout the voy-
age, we rocked and rolled during the clearest and quietest moments.
Only one night, however, proved sufficiently rough to give any one
that wan look of total emptiness which reveals an unhappy suscep-
tibility to marine indigestion. On the whole, except for the night
mentioned, the trip was uneventful. We had little of the crowded
confinement we experienced on the Leviathan, for we were given the
freedom of the ship and were allowed, even compelled by order, to
keep above deck. Those of us who were not on detail lolled in the
sunshine or sought such shaded spots as would offer relief from the
blinding glare of the water, there to read magazines and talk to our
hearts' content. The ship's daily paper aroused considerable inter-
est, for it stated the number of miles the vessel had sailed during the
preceding twenty-four hours. The various regimental players gave
entertainments on several evenings, and there were a number of
band concerts; and once the brigadier treated us to a dance. He
gave several such dances before we left France, and this last one,
like the others, excluded all officers. In France he used to put all the
automobiles of the whole brigade at the disposal of his men to carry
them to and from the ball. They were our taxi-cabs for the evening.
He treated us no less royally aboard the Agamemnon, for he issued
a memorandum which, among other matters, stated that the enlisted
men and the ladies of the ship were to be his guests for the evening,
and that no officers were invited to take part in the festivities or
partake of any refreshments, except by his special permission. On
the strength of that memorandum alone General Glassford made his
place in our hearts secure, but all the more so because the dance was
enjoyed to the full.
Monday night, April 28th, brought the realization that on the
morrow New York's gigantic pile of buildings would loom up on the
horizon. It seemed incredible that we were almost home. Good
spirits bubbled up in every one, conversation was high, and singing
could be heard now and then in various parts of the ship. The most
popular song was that of the 304th Field Artillery, adopted gradu-
ally by every one on board.
"Some day, Broadway,
When all my troubles are through,
I'm coming back, gun, baggage, and pack,
To find repose in you.
Your lights, so bright, a haven of refuge will be;
Though far o'er the foam, I'm coming home.
Some day, Broadway."
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Some shouted it, some laughed it, some monotoned it, some sang
it on the key, and a great many sang it off the key. Still others did
not join in at all, but leaned silently on the deck-rails, peering with
unseeing eyes into the darkness. Home — it was too good to believe!
France — a dream already!
Reveille was sounded at 5 a.m. on the following morning, and after
a hurried mess we rolled packs, policed our quarters, and went above
to the second deck forward on the starboard side, there to watch
anxiously for the shores of America to break the even horizon. At
the entrance to Ambrose Channel we picked up a pilot. By this
time the morning haze had almost cleared, and suddenly, as if by
magic, the dim outline of the shores of Rockaway and Coney Island
appeared before us. There was a cry of "Land, land," as fervent, we
believe, as ever arose from the throat of John Cabot or Columbus.
It must have been at just such a moment that Henry Van Dyke was
inspired to write the poem —
"Oh, it's home again, it's home again,
America for me;
I want a ship that's Westward bound.
To cross the rolling sea.
Back to the land of room enough,
Beyond the ocean bars.
Where the air is full of sunshine.
And the flag is full of stars."
Soon we were steaming slowly by Coney Island. Scores of boats
came out to meet us. Ferry-boats, tugboats, launches, and lighters
escorted us up the bay and past the Statue of Liberty. They were
loaded to overflowing with friends and relatives who did nearly
everything to demonstrate their welcome but jump overboard. Over
the side of one boat hung a large banner inscribed with the name
"Geiger." There were wild calls for Geiger to come and see his
friends. Other names were similarly displayed, and each man so
honored was summoned to a place of vantage in order that he might
respond. The office of the Bon Ami Company, in which "Rip" Ring
had formerly been employed, spelled his name across the office suite
by placing huge pasters, each containing one letter of his name, in
four of its windows. When "Rip" saw this enormous "R-I-N-G"
confronting him, he must have felt as if his trip to France was worth
while, after all. Before long we were opposite our pier in the North
River, A few minutes after eleven we were at dock and debarkation
began immediately. While we waited for our turn to leave the ship,
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a Knights of Columbus boat, together with two or three tugs, came
alongside and put over a barrage of oranges, newspapers, and choco-
late. Most of it fell in the river, but that seemed to make no differ-
ence whatever, for the bombardment continued at a terrific rate.
Salvation Army workers came aboard and distributed telegram
blanks on which to write messages to our families.
When we left the Agamemnon we were stationed in the great
warehouse beside the vessel. A high wire fence separated us from
the eager crowd of friends and relatives awaiting a glimpse of their
own. Except for the fence and the M.P.'s who guarded it, there
would probably have been a stampede, and as it was there was con-
siderable confusion. Fathers, mothers, wives, sisters, and brothers
cried for joy when they caught sight of their "brave hero," and an-
other barrage of food and newspapers was directed at us. Anything
was ours for the asking. Whole pies, quart boxes of ice-cream, and
pounds of candy were thrown over the fence by total strangers, who
seemed as eager to serve a man they had never seen before as to wel-
come their own sons. Some of the spectators tried to burst the wire
with their bare hands in order to shake hands with us; soldiers were
kissed through the openings in the wire; women begged to be allowed
inside the inclosure; and one woman, recognizing her son, literally
flew at the fence, and ended by falling back into the crowd in a dead
faint.
We were marched to the upper floor of another warehouse on
a different pier, and ate a light mess prepared by the Red Cross.
Soon after, the battery boarded the ferry-boat Babylon, at 3.30 p.m.,
and churned down the Hudson, around the tip of Manhattan, and
so up the East River to Long Island City. The trip consumed about
two hours, and it was still another hour before we hoisted our packs
and left the boat. Here, as we marched to the trains awaiting us,
we were greeted by another mob of friends and relatives. Neither
policemen nor M.P.'s could control them, once they spotted any one
they knew in the ranks. Lennon, Potts, and several others were
fairly carried off their feet. A shriek would be heard as some fond
mother caught sight of her son, a feeble remonstrance from a
sympathetic policeman, and the mother would push into the march-
ing column and clasp her arms about the neck of her embarrassed
offspring. Sometimes the police would drag both from the ranks as
the only solution for keeping the unit marching. These frantic
demonstrations of affection seemed very unmilitary, and quite in-
compatible with the dignity of returning conquerors, but surely
our mothers had earned the right to "create scenes." Since we had
departed from home shores they had lived in constant apprehension
for our safety. Their vigil had been long and hard, we appreciated
how hard, when their tearful joy showed itself in these happy re-
unions.
Once on board the electric trains, beyond the clutches of our
friends, we sped rapidly to Camp Mills. Here the battery was
quartered in squad-tents. We went to our bunks that night the
happiest mortals in creation, because we were informed that im-
mediately, possibly during the night, or most surely in the morning,
we would go through another delousing bath, and be given two-day
passes to visit our homes.
It was at Camp Mills that the battery, if the term may be used,
foundered on the rocks of military discipline. On board the
Agamemnon a memorandum was issued in which Major-General
Alexander appealed to all men in the division to refrain from going
A. W. 0. L. when the ship docked. He pointed out that confusion
and delay in demobilization would result from such breaches of
discipline, and that the reputation of the division was at stake.
After passing through a necessary routine at Camp Mills, we were
to be allowed passes — a fair promise indeed. The "necessary routine"
proved to be a bath, but we waited anxiously and in vain for our
turn at the showers. The bathing plant was out of order, and we
were held until the following afternoon, expecting every minute to
be called out. Wednesday morning passed — no bath. Wednesday
afternoon — no bath. Wednesday night we discovered that casuals
scheduled to pass through the bath after us were already taking
their turns, and, alas, our battery commander was nowhere in sight
to protect our interests. He had gone on pass and had left Lieu-
tenant Barker to look after his men. Our ire was up. We had been
told that within twenty-four hours after our arrival at Camp Mills
we might expect leaves of absence, and on Thursday forty-eight
hours had passed, and we were still in camp, unwashed. If officers
and others could leave camp to see their families, who should deny
us a like privilege, who indeed? Were we not as anxious to get
home? Why, then, should there be discrimination? So we argued,
and so arguing, many men left the camp without leave. By late
afternoon the majority of New York men had escaped. Lieutenant
Shearer, after a heated protest with the authorities, finally arranged
to have the remaining men get their baths and depart to their
homes.
Within forty-eight hours the absentees returned to the camp.
Captain Bryan delivered a speech in which he charged the miscreants
with being unfair to their comrades in that they had hampered
demobilization and had cast a blot upon the battery's reputation.
They were informed that they would be confined to quarters and
punishment meted out to them in due course. The captain was
highly indignant and we were even more indignant, and the result-
ing friction gave promise of exciting the entire battery to a white
heat. More men went off without leave. The final result was
the demotion of twelve corporals, a number of first-class privates,
and the detainment of all the absentees for delayed demobilization.
On Monday, May 5th, the battery was assembled as a whole for
the last time. At that final formation all men from States other
than New York were segregated, to be sent immediately to camps
near their homes, the Western contingent leaving under the com-
mand of Lieutenant Barker. Nearly half the battery was to go, and
those of us who remained appreciated more than ever that the
Seventy-seventh Division was not fully entitled to be called "New
York's Own," an appellation for which we competed with our rivals
of the Twenty-seventh. Any honors which the battery or the di-
vision earned may well be accredited to many others besides New
Yorkers. The gun crews played an important role in the battery, and
no crew was without its valuable complement of sturdy Westerners
and New Englanders. The drivers took an equally important part,
and the battery would have sorely missed the services of our friends
of the farms. Boedeker and others could tell exactly what a horse was
thinking about by looking at one of his hoofs, and probably would
have found no difficulty in driving a howitzer along the top of a
stone wall, had the occasion arisen. The large detachment left al-
most immediately, and there was no time for more than the most
hurried farewells. Now that we were all on the brink of returning
to civilian life, our hearts' desire throughout the war, we hated to
see the battery disband. Perhaps our greatest regret was that we
could not remain intact until after the divisional parade on Fifth
Avenue. To have marched together in a victory parade would have
been a fitting consummation of our unity.
Soon after the battery was thus rent apart, those of us who re-
mained bid a happy farewell to Camp Mills and journeyed to New
York to accept the greatest reward that may be given a soldier, the
acclamations of his fellow-countrymen. We left behind us the men
who had been confined to quarters. Despite the misdemeanors which
they had committed in leaving camp without permission, their ac-
tions during the war certainly gave them the right to a share of
New York City's applauding welcome. Truly theirs was severe
punishment — too heartless, so it seemed to us, to be just. Arriving
in the city, we marched to the 9th Regiment Armory, at Sixth Ave-
nue and Fourteenth Street, and staci