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329th 




FOREWORD 

QQa^sters, the load was heavy; 
Ye \A/hom we served were hard; 

Your young men come 

With laughter home. 
But all are bruised and scarred. 

Masters, we met the summons 
And you shall say how well ; 

But now, meanwhile. 

It's ours to smile 
At what we do not tell. 

Masters, we gave our chances 
To build our lives full true; 
And so we bled 
To build instead 
A decent world for you. 

Masters, we laid foundations 
Your unborn wits shall test; 
But we are done 
With blood and gun — 
Permit us now to jest. 

— Cpl. G. C. CHANNING, 
BATTERY E. 



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Back of tHe Boys 

Back of the whining shrapnel. 

Back of the roaring gtins, 
Back of the combat wagons — 

Dragging their vital tons — 
Back of the ghostly transports. 

Feeling their way o'er the Pond — 
The Folks at Home and their Thrift Stamps, 

Their hopes and their Liberty Bond. 

Back of the gun "typewriter," 

Pouring its rain of death, 
Back of the plunging flyer — 

Making you catch your breath — 
Back of the aides of Mercy, 

Back of the BLESSES saved — 
The Folks at Home that Hooverized, 

And gave, and gave, and gave. 

Back of the homesick "Buddies", 

Back of the Fightin' Man, 
The folks Back There who loved him, 

And helped him stay a man. 
Back of his lonesome hours — 

Back of his dreams in the gloam — 
The courage they managed to send him. 

The letters they wrote him from Home. 

SGT. WM. R. MELTON, Battery B. 




— 4 — 



PREFACE 

A book — at least a regular book — is not complete without a preface, 
so they tell us. So "Prepare for Action!" here and now. For this must be 
a regular book, US, O D, Regular. We say must, because there is scarcely 
a man in the entire regiment who did not have a hand in the making of it, 
one way or the other — and anything the 329th gets behind as a unit MUST 
proceed. (Witness the Boche retreat along about the Toul Sector in the 
year of Our Lord 1918, from November 1st on to the "flnee.") 

After that amazing Melting Pot which was our National Army — and 
later the U. S. Army, by order of Washington — had made soldiers out of 
fawyers, tailors, bookkeepers and blacksmiths; painters, writers, mechanics 
and icemen; loafers, married men, movie actors and millionaires; and had 
welded us into a unit of growing military strength and usefulness, a sentiment 
began to grow up amongst us, "What an experience if we could only record 
it!" Numerous frantic (and short-lived) diaries were the result. Books 
even sprouted. But nothing historical happened in that line (within our 
knowledge) until Chaplain Sorensen fathered Corporal Hanna's idea that 
we work up a definite record of our experiences in the form of a regimental 
history. History isn't the word for the book that this finally came to be, 
or at least that we earnestly strove to make. It contains — as best we could 
relate under the circumstances — a full record of our associations, travels 
and achievements together; our joys and troubles (most of which never hap- 
pened), and our friendships, proved in the hours when men show up as men 
or not at all. 

Thanks to men like our Commanding Officer, Major Lothrop, Captain 
Wiley, of Headquarters Company, Captain Brady, our Adjutant, and Chap- 
lain Sorensen, the whole proposition got able and official backing from the 
start and we were able to carry through. 

Parts of the volume were written on trains and in tranpsorts; in lordly 
mansions and lowly dugouts. Parts of it were never written at all, but like 
Topsy "just growed." We met difficulties, frequent changes of scenery and 
wild sea weather, but laid down "The Barrage," as they say in Artillery lingo. 

And when you look it over in after years, remember we all did it and 
might have done better, no doubt, but that we did our darndest under the 
circumstances. 

Also, in behalf of the editorial staff, consider this parting volley — when 
you find a perfect editor he will have a glass plate over his face and he will 
not be standing up. 

"ON THE WAY— 329TH BARRAGE!" 

Fred E. Mannerow Lawrence Hopper, Wm. R. Melton, 

Art Editor. ' L. J. Menzies, E. L. Inlow, 

Business Managers. Elmer Hanna, 

Editorial Staff. 

P. S. in some instances photographs do not sho>v, but such omissions are due 

to failure of individuals to co-operate with the staff. 




— 6 — 



Getting 
Ready 



WHen tHe RooKie Comes to Camp 

Say, but it's some grand occasion when the rookie comes to camp, 
'Specially when it is raining or the weather's cold and damp, 
And they march in bunch formation, buttoned coats and collars high. 
Out of step, but still they're soldiers, or they will be bye and bye. 

Now and then a friend will greet them, rushing up along the line. 

Grabs his paw while rookie comments, "Gee, old boy, yer lookin' fine. 

Camp life sure must be a tonic; when do 1 get O. D. Clothes?" 

Soldier boy says, "Come and see me, I live back o' here two rows." 

In the morning, bright and early, they line up for the exam. 
Some are feeling blue and thinking horrid things of Uncle Sam ; 
But the most of them are happy that they're given such a chance. 
To enjoy the Army training and a trip across to France. 

But their courage almost falters when they note the searching eye 
Of the so-called "heartless Surgeon," ■who with helpers standing nigh. 
Makes them hop and jump in circles, makes them stand upon their toes, 
Listens thru some ear machinery, then explores their throat and nose. 

Near by stands a cruel Medic, armed with needle, big and strong. 
And with shuddering gaze they size it to be just three inches long. 
In he jabs it to the handle, shoots the serum hard and deep. 
Finishes the Vaccination, scow^ling as they squirm and creep. 

Thru this troublesome proceeding, their calm minds commence to roam. 
And they'd give their best attire to be back again at home. 
But they're roused from meditation by a voice that's void of sweet, 
"Here! Finger prints so they can catch you if you chance to get cold feet." 

Then the mustering agent gets them, signs them up for Uncle Sam, 
Has them write their names quite often, leads them meekly like a lamb. 
Then with thundering voice he asks them, with his pen poised in the air, 
"Who ■will get your surplus money if you get shot over there?" 

Yet despite inoculations, they imbibe the bugles' call 

And decide that Army living is not all bad after all; 

Three days later they are Veterans, and they hike and march and drill, 

Getting in the best condition, to combat old Kaiser Bill. 

When a later bunch of rookies comes in straggling, out of step. 

Critic eyes gaze from the windows, long-trained voices bark, "Hep, Hep." 

Others rush around the corners, shout as they go marching by, 

"Say, yer cap is sure a stunner," "Two bits fer yer yaller tie." 

Morning finds the rookies standing 'round the old Vets of a week. 
Open mouthed and all attention, drinking in the words they speak, 
"S'lute the Cat'n, mind yer Corporal, never kick about yer chow. 
Take yer CC pills and quinine, for yer in the Army now." 

SGT. M. F. WETZEL, Med. Det. 



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Camp Custer 



They were speeding along to the first re- 
view at Custer — the jitney driver and the press 
correspondent. The Ford was making time and 
the correspondent was making mental calcu- 
lations of his current assignment. "This is im- 
portant," the editor had said. "This is epochal 
stuff." But the reporter could see nothing in 
it but a stiff military occasion — just one of the 
tiresome marchings — that were to inevitably 
become a part and parcel of our daily life. He 
did not expect to be thrilled by the trim rows 
of marching khaki (he had seen too many in 
the movies) ; he didn't anticipate an inward 
throb when the music blared by or the colors 
passed. He hadn't an inkling of inspiration for 
"epochal stuff." 

But suddenly the chauffeur gave him one. 
Turning a corner into the camp road, the driver 
bore down upon an old man — some old step- 
and-f etch-it who evidently didn't realize that 
concrete roads are for automobiles — honked 
his horn violently, ground his brakes, stopped, 
and swore. "Damn these buzzards," he grum- 
bled, swinging his car out with a jerk, "they 
slow up the generation." 

The correspondent smiled as though wel- 
coming an idea. "Wait a second," he mused, 
"let's pick him up." Then to the still oblivious 
pedestrian, "Want a ride, old timer?" 

"Thought you were in a hurry," snapped 
the jitney man. 

"1 am. That's why I bought out this jitney. 
But a ride's a ride, y'know — even to old-fash- 
ioned feet." They had come along side the 
trodding figure. "Ride?" he repeated. 

The old man blinked at him incredulously, 
looked the car over carefully and chirped in 
a high, squeaky voice, "Right smart I do. 
Which way be yuh headin'?" 

"To camp. Climb in. We're late now." The 
old man settled himself carefully. The car 
lurched forward. "Can't be yer headin' for this 
here review?" he ventured, half in doubt and 
half in interrogation. 

"Right." The reporter slumped down. Just 
another garrulous old man, he thought. A bore 
no doubt. No inspiration in him. He wasn't 
even wearing the faded blue of '61. The old 
peissenger was silent, too, while the car skim- 
med over the ribbon road. But he looked out 
when they curved around and bumped over 



the railroad track. "Hum," he mumbled, "hum. 
And that's whar Jed Perkins used to cross on 
Sundays." 

"How's that?" queried the writer, still half 
lost in his thoughts. 

"Oh, I'se sayin' — times have changed 
around here somewhat." 

"Oh, yes — yes indeed." 

"This road, frinstance. Funny little strip o' 
skatin' rink. Gets there, though — gets there." 
And he leaned forward to look out better. 
"Well, I'm hornswaggled — the old swamp is 
licked!" 

The reporter began to arouse himself. 
"How's that? Where?" 

"Well, sir, when I used to live here I used 
to git stuck in that swamp jes as regular as 
spring. Now Uncle Sammy's licked her." 
Grandpa seemed to enjoy the reflection. 

The reporter sat up. "You mean you used 
to live in this country when — when it was 
cornfields and swamps." His imagination could 
trespass no further. 

"Right you are, sonny. I lived here when 
thar wasn't nothin' — but land — and work." 
A reminiscent light came into his eyes. "Why 
sonny, I helped — " But he checked himself as 
the car straightened out and bored into the long 
climb up the grade. The old man gazed silent- 
ly at the sight winding up before him — like a 
movie film from a train — and gasped. 

"Lawzee, sonny, lawzee! It's a city!" The 
reporter had never thought of it before in that 
light, neither in the hurried days of breaking 
ground nor in the irksome days of getting con- 
struction under w^ay. But an inspiration began 
to come to him at last. He turned' to the old 
man again. "And you — you knew this country 
in the old days, before Mars struck it with his 
lamp of AUadin, eh?" 

"Never met Mars personally and never 
heard of Alladin. But I was born and raised 
around here, sonny. Helped clear the soil * * * 
why, just over yonder whar that big cow- 
shed * * *'• 

"Warehouse," corrected the ■writer. 

" — warehouse stands * * * Gosh all hickory, 
how my back used ter ache * * *" 

They had topped the hill and swung into 
the military city proper. Trucks rumbled, jit- 
neys scurried, sidecars barked and skidded. 



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soldiers and workmen thronged here and there. 
The old man was silent now, overwhelmed 
with the magic of war. Modern war — or was 
it the tragedy of time? 

The reporter attempted to find out. He went 
on to explain how the camp was to be built in 
a night, as it were, to house an entire army of 
Civil War size, and was to cost twelve millions 
of dollars. But these comments were lost on the 
venerable passenger. He was buried in his own 
reflections. Only once did he rouse himself to 
remark, "She's gone! Not a stick, nor a stone 
in the old back yard." 

"What's gone?" The reporter was insistent. 
Old Timer shook off his reverie and replied, 
"Jest noticin' whar the old place used to be." 

"You can TELL? You could locate it in all 
this flubdub of barracks and shacks and lum- 
ber and construction?" 

"Yeh — sure. See that little gully whar the 
creek used ter overflow down in Spring? Well, 
right this side of it. Thar's some sort of o' 
warehouse — " 

"Barracks — " 

" — barracks thar now. My old dad — " But 
reflection was too much for him. The tears 
welled. He perked up and changed the subject. 
"Kin you take me to this here parade, sonny? 



An old geezer like me'd git lost in this- 



He 




"Dynamite" In 
action 



waved his arm in a gesture that was both a 
compliment to modern industry and a tribute 
to bygone scenes. 

"Sure thing," gulped the reporter, a new 
light in his eyes, "that's just where I'm headed 
for. I'm a — I'm, that is I WAS out looking for 
an inspiration. You gave it to me." 

"Don't understand ye, sonny. Yer talk's 
new. But if yer lookin' for inspiration, as ye 
call it, what's a matter with this here place — 
bigger an' faster than anything they ever built 
in fairy tales — ?" 

"Nothing, but — " The reporter glanced at 
his watch — "We've got to hurry. Step on her, 
Jaques! Look out for that truckload!" 

So they rolled up to the reviewing grounds, 
alighted and prepared to separate. But a 
thought came to the writer. He could horn into 
a good place — but how about this old timer. 
"Come along with me if you like, uncle — if 
you're interested particularly. We'll hunt a 
good hole." 

"I be, bud, 1 be — interested. My grandson's 
in that army." And he motioned towards the 
troops, fresh clad in their neat O. D., already 
beginning to pass. The reporter whistled to 
himself. Carefully he guided the old man to an 
acceptable vantage point. Watching his charge 




from time to time, he could read only disap- 
pointment or blank amazement on the weather- 
beaten face. "They don't stand out so well 
these days," was the old man's sole comment. 

Then the band swung by — a new^ band, with 
new men and new instruments — on its first re- 
view. The writer's hair tingled to the roots 
at the music's thrill. Then the colors came 
and, from a slouchy, almost weary old man, his 
companion ■was galvanized into a statue of 
patriotic fervor. His hat came off. The old 
hand snapped to the quaint old salute, a new 
light shone in the old grey eyes. 

"The spirit of '61" breathed the reporter, as 
he shamefacedly removed his hat. 

And then — after it was all over — while he 
rode back in an ultra-modern conveyance into 
ultra-modern surroundings again, the thought 
came to him: "I wonder if these lads in khaki, 
these raw recruits, stepping high and proud in 
their first review, will get that spirit under their 
skin, 1 wonder — ." Which reflection stayed 
with him through the weary weeks of routine 
drill, routine expansion, routine camp life. 
When, upon witnessing the last review of these 
"rookies" no longer raw, and upon talking with 
them on the eve of their departure overseas, 
he decided, quite without music or inspiration 
—"THEY DID." 



— 10 



/^NE of the most interesting developments 
^^^ in the course of our long drawn-out prepar- 
ation period at Custer was the growth of w^hat 
might be termed regimental morale. We used 
to wonder, what with unlimited "fatigue", un- 
necessary squads east and west, inexhaustible 
coal piles, incessant turn-over of man power, 
etc., ad infinitum, how we would ever get the 
spirit and co-operative punch essential to a real 
fighting unit. We were sure that every other 
F. A. regiment had it all over us in every way 
— except in work — and we were weary to the 
point of distraction of dull routine, idle rumor 
and blank waiting. But, when we finally did go, 
and saw these same men we had helped to dis- 
cipline and drill and the men who had worked 
to discipline and drill us under the strain of 
travel, under fire and through hell — saw them 
"come clean ', as the expression goes — it sud- 
denly dawned on us that we did get something 
fine and deep back there in Custer, something 
enduring. 

Authorities call it morale. We don't know 
what to call it, but we know some of the stuff 
it's made of. A bit of kindness and a bit more 
of toleration; a bit of thoughtfulness and a 
deal of pride — pride in our cause, our bud- 
dies and our outfit; a respect for "properly 
constituted authority", as the D. R. calls it; a 
knowledge that discipline is essential and means 
servility only to those who are by inclination 
servile. And, along with all this, something 
deeper and finer — respect and compassion for 
the weak and the helpless which, after all, 
was what we set out to fight for Over There. 
Wasn't it? 

Detroit "She" — "And when you're away to 
the war, I want you to think of me each even- 
ing at nine o'clock." 

Sgt. Lovely — "Make it 9:15, can't you? I've 
got to think of the girl in Kalamazoo at nine." 





J T WAS Saturday afternoon at Camp Custer. 
Spring had definitely arrived — after a seem- 
ingly hopeless tussle with wind, rain, mud and 
flood — and with it encouraging sunshine, re- 
newed activity — and dust. To the list of ar- 
rivals, also, should be added baseball. 

But, before we take up that phase of the 
spring referred to, we want to dispose of said 
dust. The wind tried to, but only aggravated 
matters. It blew the gritty clouds along and 
whirled them in our faces, into the barracks 
and onto the cots. (O memory forsake us 
when we try to picture those days of cot airing 
in the open — and the dust!) Our "garrison 
shoes" (issue defunct) turned up their smiling 
morning countenances and choked. The win- 
dows we labored long and regularly to clean 
presented streaked exteriors to prying eyes. 
Even our ice cream cones, bought at the win- 
dow of the dehibernated canteen, collected 
their share of Custer dust before they disap- 
peared down the insatiable gullet of Custer's 
stomach. Dust settled everywhere. And when 
the \vind wasn't disturbing it, trucks or 
MATERIEL or passing pleasure cars were. Even 
the concrete road was strangely able to yield 
its quota of grime, rolled and eddied under 
w^hirling tires. Dust was king. 

But baseball went on. Over on the drill 
ground back of officers' quarters a 
regimental battle was flourishing. 
Rooters hugged the base lines and 
cussed the umpire — officer or no. 
Nearer to the barracks several inter- 
battery games were waxing hot and 
enthusiastic. Substitutes chased 
lost balls through battery 
streets and battalion lanes. 
Someone made a hit that 



The Zast Bevlew at Caster 



— II — 




went through "A" Battery's corner window. 
But what boots a window more or less when 
spring is everywhere and baseball is on? And 
— war is on? 

Signs of the reason for this whole panorama 
were nowhere lacking. Dealer wagons, catering 
to mess needs, rolled in and dumped their 
loads at small back porches. A switch engine 
worried up and down the track, leaving cars 
of forage, MATERIEL and ammunition. (Thank 
heaven, the coal pile was finee!) Over in a bat- 
tery corral — where the long-tethered horses 
romped and felt their oats — a stable sergeant 
and helper or two were snubbing a broncho to 
a hitching post. Back of them, under the shed, 
an industrious mechanic tinkered with the vet- 
eran — and ramshackle — pieces. (Wonder if 
we'll ever forget those roaring, rickety old 
heavers of three inch shells!) Mule skinners, 
driving four and six, wheeled on and off the 
concrete on regimental police work or stable 
duty. Side-cars chugged by occasionally, and, 
now and then, a big bus car stopped to unload 
its freight of visitors and "residentials." 

A single buck private stood under the awn- 
ing of the canteen munching a cone as one of 
these too rare vehicles drove up. He watched 
idly as the bus stopped and a lone passenger 
got out. It was an elderly lady. Just a little 
old gray-haired, motherly-looking soul, he not- 
ed casually, probably toting the flock of pack- 
ages under her arm to some husky six-footer. 



Mother to Custer to son in baseball language, 
with no assists, probably, on that run. 

The motherly soul stood still a moment after 
the jitney moved out — a look of tired bewild- 
erment on her kindly face. She started ner- 
vously as a side-car honked fretfully by and 
turning moved toward the sole observer of her 
actions. Buck Private finished his cone and 
made as though to leave. But he paused when 
he saw the white-haired visitor hesitate as 
though uncertain of w^hich course to take, re- 
moved his hat and inquired: "Looking for 
someone, madam?" 

"Yes, I am," said the old lady soberly, "and 
1 have been for a couple of hours. Oh, this big 
citified place with its buildings all alike! It's 
— it's got me all nervous." And she smiled a 
tired little smile but the sort no mother's son 
of us can resist. Buck responded to it and start- 
ed to enlarge on her description of Custer. But 
she hurried on: "I've been travelling for a 
week, it seems. I thought when I got to camp 
it would be easy. But the jitney man was busy 
and I got off too soon. And I didn't find the 
artillery — " 

"You're looking for the artillery?" 

"Yes. Jimmy said it was the artillery. To 
just ride up the road and get off. But — " 

"Jimmy, eh?" thought the soldier. "I 
wonder how many little, old-fashioned Ameri- 
can mothers have got lost finding Jimmy — " 

Then — "But here I am, and 1 don't know 



The Downfall of an Idol — An unexpected visit 
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how close I am." She looked at her packages. 

"Let me take them," grunted the private 
gruffly. "This is the artillery and we'll find 
Jimmy, all right." He gathered up the bundles. 
"What battery was he in?" 

"Battery?" 

"Yes, his outfit. The company, the unit he 
belongs to." Buck's military terms were clumsy. 

"Why I don't know. Let me see — " and 
the w^rinkled fingers fumbled in a worn purse. 
There was an awkward pause. "Well, I do 
declare! I've LOST his exact address. But" — 
brightly — "1 know his regiment!" And she 
named the unit whose territory they were in. 

"And do you know the outfit he is in?" 

Perplexity made this motherly old soul more 
lovable than ever. "No, son, I don't. We 
can't find him then? Don't you reckon there's 
some way? You see, our name's Perkins." 
The private thought rapidly. Sure there was a 
way. They'd go to regimental headquarters 
and get the sergeant major to look up Jimmy 
Perkins. But he did not tell his quaint visitor 
all that. He guided her up the board walk 
with an assurance that Jimmy was as good as 
found. About the place where a guy wire 
through the sidewalk lends confidence to a 
telephone pole, he met a friend. 

"Billy, ever hear of a Jimmy Perkins?" 

"Perkins? JiMMY Perkins? Yeh — " He 
seemed about to spill something but caught 
himself as Buck put in with, "Well, this is his 
mother. We're looking for him." 

The friend signed Buck aside. In low 
tones he hurried to explain that Jimmy Perkins 
had only that week been transferred to some- 
where outside the state, maybe overseas. And 
this tired little lady had come all the way from 
Buck didn't know where to bring him loads 
of goodies. The pathos of the little tragedy 
rather got both of them. And together they 
made rather a botch of telling this gray-haired 
mother that her Jimmy had been sent away 
a la army. The tired eyes widened for an in- 
stant and the thin lips quivered, but no 
"scene" was forthcoming. "Well, well," she 
shrilled, all cheerfulness, "so I missed him after 
all. But — but, what on earth will I do with all 



this?" She indicated the package-load her 
chief benefactor toted. Both soldiers were 
stumped, just a fleeting vision of side-tracked 
"eats" coming their way passing through their 
minds. Developments shamed them. "1 know. 
I'll leave them with you — you boys," declared 
the visitor triumphantly. 

"No," said Buck. "No — we got plenty of 
things — canteen n' everything." Then he got 
an inspiration. "I tell you. We'll get Jimmy's 
address and mail them to him." 

"Could we?" And her eyes sparkled. 

"Watch us!" said Buck. And together they 
found Jimmy's old battery clerk, got the for- 
warding address, visited the pleasant "Y" and 
had an all-around pleasant time sending Jimmy 
his packages — all except one which his mother 
decided to keep. 

Afterwards it came to Buck that maybe 
there never would be another chance for this 
disappointed but cheerful little body to see Old 
Custer. So he showed her the camp, after the 
manner of countless other such showings, took 
her to mess at the battery — with the K. P.'s 
after the boys were through — and turned an 
otherwise idle — and, mayhap, lonesome — af- 
ternoon into pleasure for both of them. This 
was a wonderful place to the mother of Jimmy. 

And when he put her on the bus, about 
sundown, and couldn't think of anything ap- 
propriate to say — being just an ordinary Yank 
like you or me — she turned to him and said: 
"Son, why, I don't even know your name I 
Oh, yes, it matters to ME. There's something 
I want to say to you. You're just a — a com- 
mon soldier, aren't you?" There was no em- 
barrassment in Buck's acknowledgment of 
that fact. "Well, all the better. But I was 
going to tell you. I used to worry a little about 
letting my Jim come into this army — with men 
like — like I didn't know what. But now, son, 
I Wcmt to tell YOU. I'm glad he was able to 
come. I'm proud he's in it." The car was 
starting. "Good-bye, my boy, and — oh, 
yes, this is yours." And she left an embar- 
rassed buck private standing by the road, hold- 
ing that last package and looking after a Camp 
Custer jitney with mist in his eyes. 









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If you can hold your head up while the others 

Are drooping theirs from marches and fatigue; 

If you can drill in dust that clouds and smothers, 

And still be fit to hike another league — 

If you can stand the greasy food and dishes, 

The long, black nights, the lonesome road, the blues; 

If you can laugh at sick call and the pill boys 

When all the other lads are checking in — 

If you can kid and jolly all the kill-joys. 

Who long ago forgot to grin — 

If, at parade, you stand fast at attention 

When every muscle shrieks aloud in pain; 

If you can grin and snicker at the mention 

Of some bone play connected with your name — 

If you can do these things and really like 'em. 

You'll be a reg'lar soldier yet, old top! 

PVT. H. MORRISH, 

Battery B. 



( 



— 14 — 



Camp Mills— As It Were 



"California Avenue! Back way to Camp!" 
Far away in sometime Sunny France we heard 
it afterwards — the only line to any camp that 
ever tickled us much. "Back way to Camp!" 
some Buddy'd yell as we hit the dugout. 
"Back way to Camp!" as we trudged up the 
hill to Havre, or waded the mud to D'Auvours. 
It was the line that made Camp Mills stay 
famous. 

"Rockaway Beach!" A joint debate. "Aw, 
come on! We may never hit this neck of the 
woods again. 

"Halt! Who's there?" Pause. "Soldier. 
And say. Jack, whereinell is the artillery?" 
Grins from the guard. "Seven rows of tents 
back and three over." A compree look with 
an as-you-were feeling. Then business of navi- 
gating the sea of canvas without stumbling 
over more than thirteen ropes and getting 
more than a battery of cusses. 

"No drill here, boys. No place for it." 
This from plenty of the countless buddies who 
gave us the double O as we marched in. But 
we policed up a place, hugging the fringe of 
the aviation field. 

Sharp staccato explosions overhead. "Gosh, 
they're noisy!" Business of sunburning the 
roofs of our mouths until our necks hurt. The 
idea being that if we atmosphered enough we 
wouldn't break the camouflage book regula- 
tions Over There and turn photographable 
countenances to enemy airmen. 

"Overseas caps, men. We'll knock 'em 



dead now!" Grins from Old Sol and Jupiter 
Pluvius. Then business of learning to squint 
agreeably. 

"Keep wrappin'. Jack, you'll reach your 
neck, all right. Gad! Your legs look like O. 
D. stick candy!" 

"Br-r-r-! Hold 'er, Luke! Wow, but 
that's frigid ! Who ever heard of piping water 
from Iceland for shower baths. Hawr! Ha-wr! 
He fell in the sink hole. Here, Jack, I'll throw 
you my Lifebuoy!" 

Mornings. "Say, you! You don't need to 
swallow that faucet. There's others to wash, 
y'know." 

Day-times. "Damn these drills in the heat! 
Damn this tent furling business! Damn these 
inspections! Damn the dust! Damn this 
double shuffle clothing issue! Damn — I Oh, 
sure, I'll take a pass! Delighted!" Aside to 
Bunkie, "Got five simoleons. Bill?" 

Li'l Ole N'Yawk! Rubberneck busses! 
Broadway — lit up, be it dry or wet! Follies! 
Coney — and more follies! "Mills ain't so bad 
as it might be." 

"Wonder if I can get all that junk in one 
roll." And, "Let's get one more striped ice 
cream cake, eh? Darn near forgot those sand- 
wiches, too." The last hurried postcards out 
the car window via the Kid and Nickel Route. 
The ferry again. The hot wait in the dock 
shed. The printed postals with "Arrived safe- 
ly overseas" on them. One more good word 
for the Red Cross. The gang plank. "Good- 
bye, Broadway! Hello, France!" 



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— 15 



ClotHes and tHe Soldier 



Clothes don't make the man, but they re- 
veal a lot about him and the American sol- 
diers knew it. Their desire to look like what 
they were made a certain job we know about 
in the batteries anything but soft, especially 
just after the armistice was signed and the fel- 
lows thought it was time to dress up again. 

Aside from the food the most important 
issue in the soldier's life was his clothes. Not 
all manner of wearing apparel, but his regula- 
tion outfit. Fatigue suits and denim hats were 
easy to get, but puttees and gloves, they were 
entirely different. When an organization trav- 
eled, it traveled all dressed up; that was part 
of the ordeal, for every man to look his best. 
But that put more clothes on the bum than any 
other thing. A few nights in a French box car 
is enough for any suit, but it did not always 
stand to reason that such trips marked the end 
of its service. And that wasn't the supply ser- 
geant's fault, either. 

When we left Camp Custer we were all 
equipped with two complete outfits, but at 
Camp Mills w^e turned the extra one in and 
drew another the next day. We did the same 
thing the next two days, and the next and the 
next, until w^e left. And it just so happened, 
perhaps, that we left on the day we turned in 
an outfit; so when we landed in France we had 
but one, and that looked more like we had 
been in the recent battles in Flanders than 
that we had made a summertime ocean voy- 
age. From then on we had but one outfit. 
That was supposed to be complete but times 
may be recalled when an article or two was 
missing. As time advanced the causes for the 
disappearance of articles changed. It seemed 




Salesman: What size, please? 

Returned Soldier: Oli, any size, just so the coat and 
pants are the same color. 

— 16 — 



that the average soldier hiking along a road 
under full pack had a different idea of neces- 
sary equipment than the fellow who made out 
the original clothing allowance. Anyhow, be- 
fore the regiment w^as long in France the fel- 
lows learned to travel light, and get along with 
as little clothing as possible. 

The first time a soldier appeared in a mili- 
tary formation the clothes he wore represented 
an expenditure of approximately $45.00. That 
did not include equipment other than was 
necessary for presentation as a soldier. 
There are many articles which are issued as 
reserve, and as changes, dependent upon the 
weather. The original clothing allowance con- 
sisted of: 

1 Waist Belt 

1 Woolen Breeches 

1 Hat 

1 Woolen Coat 

2 Drawers 

1 Pair Gloves 
1 Overcoat 

1 Pair Leggins 

2 Flannel Shirts 

1 Slicker 

4 Pairs Stockings 

2 Undershirts 

The overseas allowance differed only in 
style of the garments. The old, original half 
leather riding leggins used by the artillery were 
replaced by spiral puttees and the campaign 
hat was discarded for the overseas cap. 

For the man who was accustomed to wear- 
ing tailor-made garments an issue of army ap- 
parel was a heart-breaking shock. It was a 
matter of taking w^hat could be had rather 
than getting what was desired 
and at times, especially while 
in the advanced zones, any- 
thing would do. Men ordinar- 
ily wearing size 32 breeches, 
10 '/2 socks and 7-C shoes, 
were glad to grab 38 or 40 
breeches, size 1 3 socks and 
1 1 I^^-E shoes, being satisfied 
to get something to replace his 
falling-off uniform. 

This was not true, however, 
after the fighting w^as over. 
The supply sergeants had a 
little war all their own when 
the time came to go home. 

As a general rule, after a 
generous issue of new clothing, 
everything would go along 
nicely for a while, then things 
w^ould begin to happen. Ac- 
cording to the supply ser- 
geant, it was impossible for 
only one man to tear up a 
pair of trousers in a day. 
Lots of days, however, there 



would be an epidemic of destructive in- 
fluences on clothing throughout the com- 
panies. "The Wonderful One Hoss Shay" had 
nothing on army clothes. They would stand 
to a certain point, and then owner was, by his 
own volition, confined to quarters until an issue 
came along ; and sometimes for a long time 
afterward. 

In passing from the topic a word should be 
said in behalf of the supply sergeants. Cer- 
tainly there was no grumblesome disposition 
attendant on these fellows when they came 
into the army, or the captains would not have 
made them supply sergeants, so the conclusion 



reached is that, if they seemed an unusual lot, 
the job itself had something to do with it. A 
little confidential talk with any of them would 
convince anyone that more than anything else 
the sergeant would choose to give every man 
just what he wanted. But imagine trying to 
dress up two hundred men of various sizes 
and builds with about half a dozen standard 
army sizes and cuts. It can't be done! But 
this much anyhow; our regiment never failed 
to pass an inspection with flying colors, and it 
must have been some satisfaction to the supply 
sergeants to know that others thought we 
looked good, whether w^e thought we did or 
not. 



2i:id Battery of the 1st R. O. T. C, Ft. Sheridan, 111. 



On June 25th, 1917, Doc. Moore, the bam- 
boo sergeant, tucked his corn-cob up his sleeve, 
bawled "Fall in," and the 2nd Battery of the 
1 0th P. T. R., Fort Sheridan, 111., was "on the 
way." On the second morning thereafter the 
appearance of Lieut. Curtis Nance, F. A., in 
command of the battery, banished any sense 
of security or confidence any of the 120 men 
may have had and started a seven weeks' 
course of nervous high tension. Men were 
charged, tried, and convicted in rapid succes- 
sion of such high crimes as "dozing in the west 
squad room," not "sitting down in the saddle," 
and "looking dumb." From the ranks such 
instructors as Lothrop, Moore, Baxter, Gor- 
ton, Kelly, Hodge, Fitch, Lance and Taylor 
poured learning in specialized concentrations 
into the candidates. Volume ill, angles of sight, 
breech blocks. Rules of Land Warfare "death 
or such other penalty as a court martial may 
direct," fistulous withers, morning reports and 
the first faint premonition of (P-T) whirled 
before our eyes in kaleidoscopic review. Meth- 
ods of handling panoramic sketching, terrain- 
board sensing and the nomenclature of the 
horse were crude and feeble in the light 
of the delicate refinements subsequently 
developed, but the men were fired with 
the eager thirst for mastery of these 
subjects. The raucous tones of the 
buzzer rose from beneath every shade 
tree on the reservation. 

Then came the horses and Riley's 
Bucks ceased grooming to give the can- 
didates a chance at the "strawberry 
roan" and others. Equitation, pair drill 
•and driving led up to a few memorable 
drives wherein the candidates' knowl- 
edge of the care, driving and frailties 
of the army horse rose from zero to 200 
per cent. 

Through the clouds of dust, heat and 
confusion certain epoch-making figures 
stand out in clear vision. Lieutenant 
Gorton, U. S. R., as second in com- 
mand "dismissing 'em," Baxter in 
"shake 'em out," Second Lieutenant 



Phillips in "march 'em in, sergeant," Kelly's 
confession of poor pronunciation in early youth, 
Supply Sergeant Smith's intermittent offers of 
physical violence, Lange's wild ride, Connor's 
reversible saddle. Gay as a bonfire orator, and 
the swift promotion and reduction of Peterson 
are beyond forgetting. Then, too, the battery 
developed esprit de corps in spite of its short 
life. The overnight bivouac in the lumpiest 
field in Illinois, the Chicago parade with Rus- 
sian ovation, and the final banquet at the Mor- 
raine, were our best-known formations off the 
reservation. 

The final days in the sweltering August sun 
were full of anxiety and despondency. The 
mental strain on those who had survived the 
process of elimination was great. A loud voice 
in the squad room or a heavy tread in the hall 
wrought consternation to all within hearing. 
When the final lists were read and orders to 
report at Custer distributed, the battery dis- 
solved without ceremony and sixty-five officers 
scattered for a two w^eeks' rest. 

The enthusiasm and eagerness developed in 




A Conple of Fort Sheridan "Snap Shots" 



17 — 



the 2nd Battery survived and the influence of 
the example of Lieut. Curtis Nance, Battery 
Commander, remained to aid the graduates 
in the work before them. 



Battery A's genial skipper — Captain Moore 
— doubtless left a longer trial of jokes, original 
and aboriginal, pranks, harmless and devilish, 
cuss words, novel and otherwise, behind him 
than any man that ever taught a rookie how 
to equitate. He invariably got away with 
them, too. 

But one day at Fort Sheridan he pulled one 
that nearly broke up the party. He was equi- 
tation instructor there and had his charges — 
and chargers — out at the edge of the field giv- 
ing them hallelujah. "What's a matter there? 
Sit down in them saddles ! Are you a lot of 
blankety-blank-blank blankeses?" he howled. 
And then observed that the woods were full 
of a ministers' picnic. "Countermarch!" he 
yowled. "Trot! E-Yo! Gallop! YO-O! 
This is NO place for a leather vocabulary!" 

One of the Captain's pupils at Sheridan was 
a short, fat individual who found equitation a 
sad proposition indeed. His arms and legs 
would flop up and down as he bounced un- 
mercifully in the saddle. One day Capt. Moore 
noted him careening thus and yelled, "Sit 
down in that saddle there! What's the mat- 
ter with you? You ain't no angel!" 



A One-Man Radio Set 

A series of experiments by the radio detail 
of the 329th while in Camp Custer, resulted 
in the construction of an entirely new and orig- 
inal apparatus which might aptly be styled, "a 
one-man portable radio set." 

The radio sets of the allied armies retained 
a number of cumbersome features, chief of 
which were the bamboo poles, upon which the 
aerial is strung, and the necessary ropes and 
stakes which give the areal stability. The one- 
man radio set eliminated the poles altogether. 
An aerial made of brass strips was placed on 
the top of a derby hat and by means of straps 
a specially constructed storage battery and a 
small sending outfit w^as suspended from the 
operator's shoulders and hung at his back. 
Another set of straps held a receiving appa- 
ratus, together with a sending key, directly in 
front of the operator. Laying a ground wire 
was a simple matter. 

Thus the essentials of a radio station, the 
aerial, ground wire, receiving and sending fea- 
tures were combined, and the entire outfit 
weighed but fourteen pounds. 

The arrangement as described was com- 
pleted under the direction of Sergeant Char- 
bineau and in a practical demonstration before 
Capt. Taylor and Lieut. Sargent, proved highly 
successful for short range work. 




18 



Over tHe Pond 



Nothing in the entire war was more dra- 
matically significant of "America's Answer" 
to the autocratic powers of Central Europe 
than the spectacle of our convoy as it sailed 
down the harbor of New York, out into the 
sea. Single file they came, out past the girl 
every man left behind, under the warm sun of 
that July day. We took our last, long look at 
the good old Statue of Liberty, 
as we thought, "Who knows - 
when we'll see Her again." 

To the onlooker this must 
have been a strange scene — 
this silent procession of trans- 
ports with their grotesque color- 
ings in camouflage, bent on the 
most serious business ever un- 
dertaken on the seas by such 
ships, moving calmly out into 
the troubled waters of the At- 
lantic. The men on deck were 
quiet except for an occasional 
hand-wave to a passing freight- 
ferry or any one of the multi- 
tude of small fry that infest the 
harbor. 

It was midafternoon when ^.^..^..^^^^^ 
the convoy assumed a forma- 
tion protected by a British cruiser and an 
American destroyer which took the lead, small 
sub-chasers describing a circle around the en- 
tire convoy and two seaplanes circling over- 
head. Taking in the whole scene we felt a 
thrill of pride which for the moment lifted us 
above the seriousness of the business in w^hich 
we were soon to be engaged. 

Our initiation as ocean travelers came rudely 
and abruptly. Scarcely had the afternoon 
wore away, when a storm began to rise and 
the ship to roll. That was a sad night for 
most of us and one that brought wonderful 
and terrible sights with the coming of day; but 
we pass it by, seasickness being something it 



Those Life Preservers 

They were comforts, 

They ^ere beds; 
They were pillows 
for our heads — 
And they fit just like a dromedary's 
hump. 

Down to mess, or 
On the deck — 
Wind protectors 
For your neck — 
You could play 'em for an ever- 
lastin' trump. 

Wear 'em, tear 'em, 

Give 'em hell — 
Never leave 'em 

For a spell 

As they looked the g^oods in case of 
briny Jump. 



isn't even pleasant to laugh about afterwards. 
By noon it was fairly calm again, and it wasn't 
long before the boys were back in little har- 
mony groups again singing as though they 
hadn't lately prayed for sudden death. 

They sang out into the clear air of the sea 

and their harmony penetrated to the very 

stokeholes. It could be heard no matter w^here 

you went. It was the best ex- 

pression these blithe fellows 

could give of their determina- 
tion to "Carry On." They 
sang the lullabies of Old Ken- 
tucky, the old time love songs 
and the popular soldier songs 
of the day — while they w^atched 
the sunset out on the deep. 
Beautiful thing, that sunset! 
A sort of purple hush on the 
restless main ; a subtle con- 
founding of those countless 
mysteries which are the sea. 

A stir that might have lasted 
an hour, seeking places to hang 
hammocks, and we were 
dreaming of those we had left 
at home. Many slept on deck, 
" reveling in the tang of salt air, 
and a few stragglers leaned on 
the rail and looked out into space for hours. 
Sleep did not appeal to them. The water 
looked cold and even defiant as each wave 
hurled itself against the ship, but the steady 
pulsations of the engine below gave an assur- 
ance of progress. The warmth of the smoke 
stack was quite friendly to the guard as the 
wind blew colder. Down below a thousand 
hammocks swung in cadence with the roll of 
the ship. By the third day we were all prety 
well seasoned to ocean travel. 

Nearly every one of the eleven days was 
calm and the weather continued fine. It grew 
monotonous at length, for nothing exciting oc- 
curred except the appearance of a whale and 




The New Zealand Troopship Manng'anui — They say she was subsequently torpedoed — We'll never miss her 

— 19 — 



a sunset exhibition by a school of porpoises. 
There was quite a flutter when Jonah's friend 
appeared. He rose to the top as cautiously as 
any sub, but when he blew a spout of water 
into the cur we hailed him gleefully as a deep 
sea performer we'd always wanted to see. 
Swimming in pairs and squads, the porpoises 
would put on their spectacular leaps for us, 
and it got to be great sport for all to yell 
"Ah-h-h-h" in chorus as they'd rise up grace- 
fully and plunge. 



"I fain would feed the fishes," said the Cap- 
tain to the Lute. 
"I fain would not," replied the blithe 
shavetail. 
But after Cap had done hij darndest for the 
fry. 
He'd like as not find Looey at the rail. 

The Sarge would laugh at poor old Buck, 
lost in his misery. 
And boast, "This heaving up is not my 
style." 
But Buck'd find him makin' tragic faces at 
the sea. 
And prayin' death to save him after while. 

In fact, the man who laughs the best when 
Neptune's runnin' high 
Is he who doesn't laugh, out loud, at all. 
For, when you brag you're jake no matter 
how she rolls. 
You're sure as blazes ridin' for a fall. 



Once in a while our vessels would signal 
each other with their whistles (ours was the 
first convoy, incidentally, to use whistle sig- 
nals), or salute a returning ship. When we 
first heard this we rushed on deck. Surely 
there must be a submarine in sight at last. But 
no sub came. There was a feeling of disappoint- 
ment which is hard to understand. We should, 
of course, have been glad that we were still 
safe; but perhaps this is just one of the little 
psychological observations which show best 
the spirit of these men. There is a saying that 
the Yanks use a lot and there is nothing that 
they say among themselves that better shows 
the kind of men they are. It is "Let's Go!" 
If the vessel slowed down or got behind for 
any reason, either to take another position in 
the convoy or to make some strategic move 
which would mislead pursuers, we would all 
be on edge and want to get off and walk. It 
is an expression of the Yankee spirit of "get 
there." The same spirit carried these men 
across the Pond, across England, through 
France and across No Man's Land. Every 
creak of a rope, every click of a rail, the 
rumble of caissons over the road, everything 
that spoke of motion was music to their ears. 

One bright morning the mountains along the 
Irish coast came into view — our first glimpse 



of the Old World. Looking out on our fleet, 
we thought of the days we had spent with our 
course set — however ziz-zag in its windings — 
toward these hills. At last we had them in 
view, and subconsciously we gave credit to 
those men who mapped that great highway of 
civilization, who sailed for days, weeks or 
months straight towards a goal beyond all 
vision, who in the darkest night could tell just 
where they were. To those who have never 
been on the ocean before there is a spell in its 
rolling waves. There appears in our imagina- 
tion the great navies which have disputed the 
control of these waters that never rest — the 
pirate fleets of such as Captain Drake — and 
the little trio that came across to discover our 
fair land for freedom's sake — not forgetting 
the Vikings with their sturdy oarsmen whose 
fame is written in the folk lore of their hardy 
country. 

But these hills upon the horizon are still a 
long way off and the topic of the moment is, 
"How long will it take us to reach land?" 
All day we sailed and gradually they grew 
larger and a long range came into view as we 
set out northward to make our way into the 
Irish Sea. Another day and we awoke with 
a heavy fog around us. The outlines of the 
other boats were scarcely discernible for 
hours. When the curtain lifted the scene had 
changed. The sun did not shine till well in 
the afternoon, but we had friends. Scattered 
in every direction and tearing up the waters 
with a wake that streamed far back on their 
circling path came the British destroyers that 
w^ere to "tuck us in." We rose to our feet and 
cheered a mighty cheer. The appearance of 
these racy boats was as inspiring a sight as 
we had witnessed so far. Their long, rakish 
hulls, low in the water, and their sprightly 
maneuvering showed that they had been de- 
signed for their one purpose in life — action. 
Their snow-plow bow^s cut the water like razors. 
Four big stacks gave the impression of power. 
As one approached us a signalman whipped 
out the word "L-1-V-E-R-P-O-O-L." 

Again the fog fell. The night dragged in- 
terminably, as we rolled in the mist at half 
speed. All night the whistles blew and the 
sirens howled to prevent collision. Sleep was 
well nigh impossible. The clamor brought to 
us for the first time some realization of the 
lurking dangers of the sea. Very early we 
came to a standstill. TTie water was still. The 
rolling motion, which had become almost sec- 
ond nature to us by now, ceased. We must 
have made the harbor. Morning — and still 
the fog, but finally the sun broke through and 
we found ourselves riding close up to the float- 
ing docks of the largest seaport in the world 
— Liverpool. 

PVT. LEWIS G. WILLS. 

Battery A. 



— 20 — 



Getting 
Busy 



THe Advance Party 



About the first of July, 1918, the following 
officers and men were selected from the 329th 
F. A. to become a part of the 85th Division 
School Detachment: Major G. V. N. Loth- 
rop; Lieuts. R. Loeffler, M. L. Gorton, H. B. 
Stover, A. C. Gerber, Sheffield, Wm. R. Car- 
rico, H. M. Hicks, H. G. Sparks. 

Sergeants — P. D. Merri- 
field, C. A. Wilson. H. C. 
Miller, McLaughlin, Carney, 
Schneller. 

Corporals — W. Gritman, H. 
H. Roberts, G. T. Carlson, E. 
R. Peckham, P. L. Pollefeyt, 
F. C. Leitch, Wm. D. McKel- 
lar, "Ted" Pontius, and Chad- 
wick. 

Privates — J. H. McCor- 
mick, W. S. Hulme, R. P. 
Felber, D. S. McMillan, Gus- 
tafFson. Finlay, Fitzpatrick, 
Kaushcky, Coffman, Temple, 
Philo. 

We left Camp Custer on 
July 1 0, by train, stopping at 
Detroit, Buffalo and other sta- 
tions for refreshments served 
by the Red Cross, landing in 
Hoboken at 2:30 p. m. on 
the 1 1 th. Proceeded from 
there to Camp Mills where we 
were quartered in tents. At 
this camp we w^ere furnished 
w^ith new clothing, in other 
words "dressed up," and un- 
derwent a physical examina- 
tion each day. Our stay at 
Camp Mills was very pleasant 
as well as expensive. Our 
passes to New York, bathing beaches, and 
other places of interest, were plentiful, and 
what we did not do and see is hardly worth 
mentioning. 

On Saturday, July 20, after being equipped 
with the necessary clothing for overseas serv- 
ice, another "advance party" was picked from 
the detachment, and given what proved to be 
a very appropriate name, "Baggage Detail," 
whose duty it was to load and unload trunks, 
bed-rolls, barrack bags and other equipment. 
The story of that baggage detail if put in writ- 
ing would make a volume, and the expressions 
uttered while handling would not pass the 
censor. Search warrants were necessary in the 
finding of the men for this kind of detail ; can- 
didates were conspicuous by their absence. On 
to a train at Camp Mills bound for Brooklyn, 
thence transferred to a large scow which took 
it, with the detail, down the river where it 
was again transferred, this time to the Steamer 
Canopic for Europe. 

(The word Canopic has a meaning all of its 
own, which only officers and men who were 




s 



hy Dill couldn*t vVrite a 
a>d lett<?i- to his <?*irl I 



unfortunate enough to be on it can explain.) 
On the morning of July 2 1 st, the baggage 
detail was met by the rest of the detachment 
from Camp Mills and loaded aboard the 
Canopic which left its pier at 4 p. m. on the 
first lap of the long journey, our destination 
a "mystery." While going up the gang plank 
each man was handed a card 
that had printed on it the 
number of his bunk and the 
"sitting" he was to eat with. 
Each mess hall on the boat 
had a seating capacity of 
about 250 men at a time. The 
men to eat at each mess room 
were divided into groups, and 
each group was called a "sit- 
ting," of which there were 
three. What greeted the men 
upon entering the mess hall 
and after they were seated 
had better be left to the imag- 
ination, but memories of these 
trying days will live forever. 
A convoy of fourteen ships 
were gotten together, some 
carrying soldiers and some 
munitions, and were anchored 
in the bay for the night. At 
9:30 a. m., July 22, a battle 
cruiser steamed out to the 
ships. Anchors were lifted 
and the journey started in 
earnest. The sea was very 
calm and the sun hot for the 
start. The first day at sea a 
boat drill was chosen as one 
of the daily "pastimes." Each 
man w^as assigned to a certain 
part of the ship's decks, w^here his organiza- 
tion was to meet in case of a submarine attack. 
Life belts were worn in the "alert" position, 
which was the style at this meeting, and from 
then on were our companions every minute of 
the day and night. One of the redeeming fea- 
tures about these life belts was the surprisingly 
good pillows and mattresses they made while 
lying on the deck. The first week afforded us 
lots of pleasure. Daily boxing matches w^ere 
held and the ship's mascot, a monkey, also 
afforded us a little amusement after much 
teasing. 

The days passed rather slowly and the sea 
became quite excitable as we rounded w^hat 
most everyone thought was the North Pole. 
The temperature was low, with no sign of land 
or submarines. On the morning of August 2, 
1918, our convoy was met by a "flock" of sub- 
marine destroyers and the battle cruiser left 
us. 

On the same day "subs" were sighted by the 
destroyers and things were a trifle exciting for 
a while. Depth bombs were dropped into the 



6" 



■23 — 



water, which resulted in the destruction of two 
U-boats which had evidently planned on a 
fine "haul." 

This, our twelfth day on the ocean, was the 
most joyous day spent on the boat. Late in 
the afternoon land was sighted for the first 
time. The following morning found every- 
body up bright and early for sight-seeing pur- 
poses. The boats were anchored in the har- 
bor at Liverpool in a position which afforded 
us an excellent view of the surrounding coun- 
try. We started through the locks about 9 
a. m. and docked about noon. While wait- 
ing to get ashore we amused ourselves by 
throwing American coins to the English chil- 
dren who had gathered there to greet us. At 
noon we got off the boat, setting foot on land 
for the first time in fourteen days, and hiked 
through a portion of Liverpool to a Rest Camp 
named Knotty Ash, about ten miles from the 
heart of the city. This camp and its surround- 
ings are very beautiful and our two days' stay 
afforded great opportunities for sightseeing. 
We left Knotty Ash at noon, Monday, August 
5, hiked to Liverpool, where a train awaited 
our arrival, and departed at 2 p. m. for Win- 
chester, going through Birmingham and Ox- 
ford. This trip gave us an opportunity of 
viewing the beautiful fields of England, which 
certainly live up to their reputation. We ar- 
rived in Winchester at 9 p. m. the same day 
and marched through the rain for a distance 
of ten miles to another Rest Camp, called Morn 
Hill. 

Our stay at Morn Hill was of five days' 
duration. This time we spent in visiting Win- 
chester, and its places of interest, as well as 
the many villages around the camp. In Win- 
chester we visited the Great Hall of Winchester 
Castle which was built or enlarged by William 
the Conqueror in 1066-1087. On Monday, 
November 17th, 1603, the trial of Sir Walter 
Raleigh took place there. He was condemned 
to death, but the sentence was not carried out 
until a later date. 

A few days afterwards Lord Cobham, Sir 
Griffin, Markham, Watson and Clarke were 
here tried and condemned for the same con- 
spiracy. The two latter were executed forth- 
with; the others were repreived. Many other 
noted men of those days were also condemned 
here. It is there that the Round Table of King 
Arthur hangs, and it is one of the most inter- 
esting and ancient pieces of carpentry in the 
kingdom. It is composed of strong oak 
planks, 1 8 feet in diameter, and could therefore 
afford ample seating space for a sovereign and 
twenty-four knights. At the back were twelve 
martice holes to receive tenons, and there is 
also evidence of a central support, proving 
that the table originally had legs, and that. 



though for more than 500 years it has hung in 
its present position, such was not originally the 
case. Many other ancient things were to 
be seen in this hall. 

We also visited the Cathedral and the West 
Gate, which contains many relics of the olden 
days. Winchester itself being ancient made 
our five days' stay pleasant but busy in order 
to see everything of interest. 

On Saturday, August 1 0, we left Morn Hill 
for Southampton, arriving there shortly after 
noon, and after a few hours' wait boarded the 
steamer Charles, formerly The Harvard, an 
American boat, and under the cover of dark- 
ness, accompanied by "sub" chasers, sneaked 
across the English Channel to La Havre, where 
we landed the following noon and proceeded 
to Rest Camp No. 2. 

On Monday the advance party was broken 
up, leaving the detachment from the 1 60th 
Artillery Brigade to travel their way alone. 
The other branches of the service, from the 
85 th Division, taking a different route. We 
left La Havre at noon, this time in a little dif- 
ferent style, however, in "side door Pullmans" 
which in France are about the size of a "50 
centime bill," with our old side pal "Corne I. 
Willy" always at our command. We made 
many stops, some two hours long, during which 
we were permitted to get out and stretch our 
legs. Our longest stop was at Rennes. 

After a few hours' stay at Rennes we de- 
parted, arriving at Guer which proved to be 
the end of our journey by rail, at 10:30 a. m., 
August 1 4, from whence we hiked through the 
sun's hot rays five miles to Camp Coetquidan. 
At this camp we were comfortably quartered 
and well fed. 

Our schooling started Friday, August 1 6. 
Some of the men were supposed to have taken 
up observing and orientation, but as classes 
in these two subjects were not open to en- 
listed men, they were sent to either the radio 
telegraphy, telephone or materiel classes, and 
after the close of our school "term" were as- 
signed to their respective duties with the regi- 
ment. The schooling lasted about six weeks, 
but in the meantime the regiment moved into 
the camp from Messac, and when they started 
firing on the range the advance party took up 
the regular duties for which they had been 
trained. 

We wish to thank all the officers for the 
kindnesses shown during our travels overseas 
to our training camp, with special mention to 
Major Lothrop, who was ever looking after 
our wants and comfort and we dare say that 
no body of men ever traveled under any more 
pleasant conditions than did the School Detach- 
ment from the I 60th Field Artillery Brigade. 



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Saumur Artillery School 



Down in the Valley of the Anjous, where 
the lazy Loire lolls by, there's a quaint and 
charming little old city called Saumur. From 
the car window it looks quite like innumerable 
other French towns — old and wan and given 
somewhat to frowsiness. But upon closer ex- 
amination it proves to be "lousy with history" 
— to use the Yank superlative — and interest- 
ing to an unusual degree. It is the Athens of 
A. E. F. activities. 

Here in the days of old the Kings of Anjou 
flourished, died and left their mark on history 
and the landscape. High on the hill one of 
the largest and most impregnable of their 
strongholds still stands — the Chateau de Sau- 
mur — started in 900 and finished some time in 
I 400 — a monument to feudalism and the pa- 
tience of centuries. This castle has figured in 
romances of the Williamson quick-scenery type 
and still takes up considerable space in Bae- 
deker's guide, deservedly so. It is a marvel 
of masonry. 

Built of cut stone on the sheer face of a 
clifF, it has all the features of legendary archi- 
tecture, clear down to the dungeon with its 
torture rack and chute for the disposal of 
surplus corpses. There is the huge outer wall 
more than 200 feet high in places and wide 
enough on top for a wagon to pass. There is 
the provision tunnel, which drops 250 feet 
straight down from the courtyard and comes 
out 1 2 kilometers on the other side of the 
river. The immense inner court, the little 
village within the walls; the museum of an- 
tique treasures; the guest chambers, the tower, 
from which you can look down upon one of 
the prettiest valleys in Europe. 

Over there is the Chateau de Suozay, where 
Margaret of Anjou ("the most unhappy of 
queens, wives and mothers") died in 1482. 
Yonder stands the Grande Dalman, a huge 
box mound of granite — in a land where there 
is no granite — said to have been erected by 
the Druids in the days of Very Old. Most 
every spire or ancient windmill had its story 
or its legend. And, curiously enough, practi- 
cally every noticeable point in the landscape 
has its co-ordinates now and can 
be used in connection vrith artil- 
lery maneuvering or sketching, 
which brings us down to the bur- 
den of our story. 

It was here in this history-laden 
country that our A. E. F. officer 
candidates went to school. Six- 
teen Three Twenty-Niners — all 
picked men — went there to learn 
artillery (better to get a grasp on 
the subject which is the deepest 
and most scientific in all modern 
warfare) and incidentally to up- 
hold the reputation of the regi- 
ment. Not one of them fell 



down. Orders came along from Washington 
squelching commissions after the armistice, but 
they didn't keep our boys from bringing home 
the equivalent. 

The artillery school proper was located in 
what used to be the famous Saumur Ecole de 
Cavalerie, the French school of equitation, fa- 
mous internationally since the latter part of 
the eighteenth century. This was taken over 
by our Government along in January, 1918, 
and devoted to the diligent instruction of artil- 
lery. To begin with only a handful of officers 
were turned out monthly. By the time our 
men reached Saumur over 2,000 men were in 
training there and more than 600 being grad- 
uated every month. 

There were two firing ranges, run at a cost 
approximating $30,000 a day; an immense 
topographical department, with all the equip- 
ment known to modern artillery; fleets of 
French camions for 
field service transporta- 
tion; bicycles for the 
same purpose; teams 
and MATERIEL for 
mounted drill and ma- 
neuvers; a miniature 
range for firing prac- 
tice; aerial photo- 
graphic displays; an 
enemy MATERIEL ex- 
hibit; an electrically op- 
erated "Probable Er- 
marvel, etc., etc. 

System and efficiency 
marked the place. 
Everything was run on 
a result-getting basis. 
Schedules for a week 
ahead showed exactly 
what was to 
be done and 
where classes, 
etc., would take 




25 



place ; and the schedules went through rain or 
shine. Candidates were grouped by divisions 
and instructed by sections — about twenty men 
to a section. 

Men from all over the A. E. F. (and that, 
of course, means from all over the States) 
were studying there and "monkey-business" 
was not in the curriculum. Many of the braini- 
est men in the U. S. Artillery were instructing 
and lecturing there and it was our pleasure 
to know and receive instruction from some 
of the brighest and best known men France 
had in the war. For example. Captain Drey- 
fus, the man who invented "the study of prob- 
abilities" in artillery, practically, and who was 
the first to figure out the correct "dope" on 
the big gun Germany used on Paris. 

Equitation, instead of being a nuisance, was 
a glorious pastime there. We couldn't get half 
enough of it. In place of the conventional 
army "rabbit," we rode upon blooded racing 
steeds and famous French chargers, many of 
them trained to hurdle higher than its healthy 
to ride. Huge riding halls, covered with a 
foot and a half of powdered tanbark, were the 
scene of these activities. We ate in comfort- 
able mess halls with sure 'nuff dishes. Our 
barracks were kept clean by regulation FEMMES 
DU CHAMBRE. 

We had our setting-up exercises under the 
snappiest British sergeant that ever bit off an 
order. He had been a physical instructor be- 



fore the war and he could galvanize a wooden 
Indian into action. 

We worked and studied ; served the pieces 
and fired problems on the range. We did 
Italian resections, located gun positions by trav- 
ersing, etc., etc. We got on friendly terms 
with goniometers, alidades, plane tables, firing 
tables, ballistics, probable errors, Phi, Omega 
and DVO. We picked beaucoup gun posi- 
tions, solved many field problems and worked 
w^ith full regimental liaison equipment and 
aeroplane co-operation. In brief, we had a 
liberal education in three months and they 
didn't need to make us like it — even when the 
bottom dropped out of things on the 1 1 th. 
The S. A. S. was a regular Alma Mater. 

Following is a list of the 329th men who 
graduated from the Saumur Artillery School: 
Sgt. -Majors B. A. Balkwell and E. L. Con- 
very, of Reg. Headquarters (Convery, by the 
way, took the "Flu" at school and was unable 
to complete his course) ; R. S. S. T. G. King 
and Sgt. L. A. Singer, of Supply Company; 
Sgt. Wm. R. Melton, of Battery B; Sgts. E. J. 
Schneller, Chas. C. Lockwood, and J. F. Schu- 
maker, of Battery C; Sgts. F. G. Miles, Colin 
MacLachlan, L. M. Kells, and 1st Sgt. L. H. 
Atkinson, of Battery D; Sgt. Carl L. Hesse 
and Cpl. G. C. Channing, of Battery E; and 
Sgt. F. G. Ruhl, of Battery F. Sgt. C. M. 
Eddy, of Battery B, was transferred to this 
regiment from the Ammunition Train after he 
completed his course. 



THe One-Way Road 



No one had told us, but we knew. We 
were "going in" at last. Funny how color- 
less this long- expected move was proving 
to be. No fuss, no flurry. No dread, no 
regret. Not even a care 
for tomorro^v. Just the 
steady scrunch-scrunch 
of hob-nails on the hard 
road, the lurch and rat- 
tle of materiel — and far 
away Up There the dull 
rumble of big guns. 
— Fields — gray, empty 
and barren, or torn and 
ugly and labyrinthed 
with a frenzy of barbed 
wire. 




Houses — squat, worn, hopeless little shacks, 
marking the outskirts of Toul. And then 

Hospitals — groups and acres and moun- 
tains of them, housing, no doubt, their full 
quota of the miseries of war. 

Crosses plain, homely, slat-affairs, rows 

upon rows of them, marking the graves of 
buddies "Gone West." 

Cripples — more than there ought to be 

huddled about, gazing at our outfit as though 
to say, "Lucky dogs — rotten chances." 

A funeral procession ■ — laying another 
Yank away "with military honors." Or did 
they have time for them ? Why wouldn't a 
martial tune from the band serve just as 
well? He can't hear that. 

A turn in the road. A post with a sign on 
it — "ONE WAY ROAD." We blink at it. 
The thought flashes through our minds, "I 
wonder if it will be for any of us — ." Then 
we remember, as though recalling a memory, 
that one-^vay roads are often a traffic neces- 
sity up near the front. Then tension snaps. 
We laugh. 

"And the Caissons go rolling along !" 



— 26 



EstablisHirig the Posts of Command 



Under cover of a light mist, the advance 
detail of the first battalion specialists made 
their way up to the front on the morning of 
the first day of the last month of the war. 

The command post was to be established in 
the remains of a summer house of a German 
officer, that dignitary having gone east for the 
winter. The cottage, for such it was, still 




A View of the Old Barracks at 
Coetquidan 

showed signs of recent occupation, though the 
furnishings were strewn about and demolished 
in an ugly fashion. Owing to the protection 
the terrain afforded the position for our guns, 
the little gardens and graveled promenades 
about the place were just as they were before 
the St. Mihiel drive, which rousted their 
builders out. 

The first day there was a busy one. A gas 
guard, armed with a Claxon, was posted. The 
telephone detail opened up a station and lines 
to the battery positions. The radio section got 
into action and soon were listening to messages 
from aeroplanes, both our ow^n and the ene- 
my's. The observers established lookout 
posts. By noon a typical command post was 
ready to direct the battle. 

The clouds broke and the sun came out, 
taking the chill out of the air. The elements 
seemed to welcome us. Their demonstration 
continued until about 4:30 p. m. when the 
enemy took a hand, augmenting our welcome. 
To be sure he was tardy with his recognition, 
for we had been ready to receive him for at 
least four hours. This fact seemed to be real- 
ized by him though and an honest effort to 
make up lost time followed. 

Darkness had fallen and the clouds which 
had parted only a few hours before came to- 
gether again. Light rain began to fall, an ideal 
condition under which to present the kind of 
calling card he sent. The first we knew of it 
was by the Claxon in the hands of the gas 
guard. Gas masks were adjusted. We gath- 
ered into small groups in the dugouts and lis- 
tened to the shells whistle overhead and burst 
a little way down the valley. This introduc- 
tion lasted only about half an hour, then we 
were given some twenty minutes in which to 



get a breath of fresh air. Advantage was 
taken of this, and it was well that it was, for 
there was more to follow. Off and on, until 
twelve o'clock midnight, we were forced into 
our gas masks. Sleep was impossible. No- 
body really wanted to sleep, anyhow, but it 
was disgusting to be reminded so often that 
we had better not, even if we did want to. 
However, we had no casualties from sleepless- 
ness or gas either and the sun rose the next 
morning on a detachment ready for a big day 
in spite of their fatigue. 

We remained in this forward position six 
days. Lots of things happened, but all in all 
we were very fortunate. We lost no men and 
very little equipment but for three days after 
the post was established we were unable to 
get our ration allowance. Something big was 
coming off soon, we were told. Frequent men- 
tion of Metz and a big drive were on the lips 
of all, but just what was intended will never 
be known unless someone "Higher Up" dis- 
closes the intended course of action. We 
knew that the engineers were working hard to 
have the roads in good condition by the 1 0th, 
and that reinforcements for the doughboys 
were coming up in a steady stream. News also 
reached us that a lot of English flyers with 
their planes were on their way to the Metz 
sector. New batteries moved into position and 
great loads of ammunition were brought up. 
The outlook was promising of big doings. 

In order to be closer to the batteries it was 
decided to move the Battalion Headquarters 
into the ruined village of Thiaucourt. It was 
this village that marked the scene of some of 
the bloodiest fighting of the war. 

The process of "closing station" was started 
before daylight and in three hours the scene 
of action was changed. A repetition of the 
first day's difficulties took place but with 
scarcely less speed than before the command 
post was put into working order. As is gen- 
erally the case a calm preceded the storm that 
would have been. The remaining five days 
of activity at the front were marked with a 
more or less steady shelling on our part, and 
an occasional shell from the enemy. Only 
once did we have what could be called a nar- 
row escape. That was on the last night of 
the war at about five o'clock. The gas alarm 
sounded and 
we were 
forced into 
our masks 
for half an 
hour. It was 
believed by 
many that 
this attack 

was d e 1 i V - ... 

ered from j^ Oerman "PIU Box" 




■27 — 



aeroplanes — a practice not usually employed. 
Following the attack by gas came in quick 
succession a number of G. I. cans. It was this 
form of attack that really threw the scare into 
us. Buildings began to shatter and we prompt- 
ly took to our dugouts. Dugouts referred to 
in this case were nothing more than a few old 
cellars converted into gas-proof compartments 
or ABRI. In reality they offered no appreci- 
able protection from shell, in fact they might 



have been worse than nothing at all if the 
house built over them had been struck. The 
weight of the building alone would have caved 
the cellar in. 

Again luck was with us and we lost no men. 
The next morning the order came to cease 
firing at eleven o'clock. It might be imagined 
that a let-up in activity would follow, but such 
was not the case. Guns roared until ten fifty- 
nine. 



At Regimental Headquarters 




Along in the early part of 1918, a first lieu- 
tenant, Paul M. Bowen, found the single silver 
bar on his shoulder changing to two and at the 
same time the immediate scene of his activities 
shifting from the temporary command of B 
Battery in Captain Frazier's 
absence to the newly created 
personnel section of the regi- 
ment. No one knew what the 
duties of this office were to be, 
but in time it developed that 
the thousand or more daily re- 
ports sent to various parts of 
the A. E. F. originated here, 
and although this part of the 
w^ork in the regiment contained 
less of interest and less of ex- 
citement than any other line. 
Captain Bowen and his cap- 
able assistants made this branch 
the object of more than one 
complimentary remark from 
those higher in authority. 

The establishment and main- 
tenance of the regimental head- 
quarters while in garrison, on Capt. Paul 
the march, or in the field was 
the duty of the regimental non-commissioned 
officers' staff. We made our camps under ad- 
verse circumstances. We frequently accepted 
as a matter of necessity the discarded build- 
ings for our billets and it may be remembered 
that at times we made our beds on the ground 
for want of a better place. 

Taking up a position was always attended 
by excitement and fatigue, but the one section 
of our regiment which was always first was the 
regimental headquarters, and in spite of diffi- 
culties they always had an office, whether in 
tent, cellar or attic, that handled the adminis- 
trative end of the work, just as well as though 
they were in their old office back in Custer. 

Speed in getting into working order was the 
long suit of our regimental non-commissioned 
officers' staff. When it came to "Opening Sta- 
tion" we hand it to them — they were there. 

Their work pertained always to the adminis- 
tration. Snap and accuracy is the keynote of 
success in operation and it was not less vital 
to their end than to any other in the army. 
We have but to look back to our arrival in St. 
Calais for a bit of news that proves they recog- 

— 28- 



nized that fact. 

We were transferred again to another divi- 
sion, back to the 85 th. Why transferred 
again? Because we were ready to go home 
so far as that most important and most difficult 
task was concerned, the com- 
pletion of paper work; and the 
division to which we had been 
attached for return was not up 
in their paper work. Who was 
responsible for our being up in 
that work? The honors are to 
be divided but the regimental 
non-coms' staff comes in for 
its big half. It was on the job 
or we would not have sailed 
when we did. 

Back in the old days at Cus- 
ter before we took up foreign 
travel the staff was composed 
of but four men. Sgt.-Major 
Balkwell, Sgt.-Major Convery, 
Personnel Sergeant Burkhardt 
and Color Sergeant Crook. 
Shortly after we reached 
M. Bowen France the two Sergeant-Majors 

forsook the regiment for the 
Saumur Officers' Training School. Their places 
were filled by Sgt.-Major Stafford, Sgt.-Major 
Gritman and Sgt.-Major Rich. Sergeant Burk- 
hardt was made Personnel Sgt.-Major. At 
Coetquidan the staff was enlarged. Color Ser- 
geant Charbneau and Personnel Sergeant Pip- 
pen being added. 

When the regiment began actual training 
on the range at this camp the work of the 




Reefimental H. Q., at tbe Front 



Sgt. -Majors doubled. We were training for 
actual combat and in action the Sgt.-Majors 
head the Operations Detail. Their training 
here was scheduled with actual field work and 
from then on until the armistice was signed 
their time was divided between their details 
and the office at headquarters. 

Whether the influence of the Headquarters 
Office or just natural tendency is responsible 
for the conduct of these men is hard to tell. 
We grant that no opportunity came to know 
them on the outside, because their time was 
wholly consumed by their duties, but the few 
times we did come into contact with them we 
formed an opinion. 

Unlike many busy offices theirs was never 



too busy to grant information. A great deal 
of experience in the army was not necessary 
to learn that one of the most embarrassing and 
disgusting experiences in the life of a fellow 
is to walk into an office and salute, then stand 
there for an hour or so and no one pay any 
attention to him. What you think about a 
fellow who is so inconsiderate would never do 
to tell, but such a thing never happened in the 
office of the Three Hundred and Twenty-Ninth 
Field Artillery. We were in the army and at 
war and that is enough said, but while things 
disconcerting threw other parts of the organ- 
ization off balance at times, there was never a 
time when the Regimental Non-commissioned 
Officers' Staff did not have the administrative 
end of the deal well in hand. 



1st Battalion's Operation Record 



of the orders and 
movements of the First 



(Note: The original record 

instructions governing th- 

Battalion at the front was lost in action tov^ard the 

end, but this transcript in strictly military language 

gives the next thing to it.) 




First Lieut. T. T. Trevis, 

French Officer with the 

Regiment 



War Diary of the First 
Battalion 

1 st Battalion arrived from Lag- 
ney November 1 . Bivouacked in 
woods, Bois de Mort Mare. Left 
Lagney at 4:30 p. m., arriving at 
10:13. Weather was cloudy; 
roads and health good — camp 
poor. Rations for five days — 
forage for five days; 25 officers 
and 6 1 8 men. On November 
2 left Bois de Mort Mare at 6 
p. m. for position north of Thiau- 
court, arriving 1 2 :08. Batteries 
A, C. and H. Q. remained in 
woods awaiting orders. Weather 
cloudy. November 3, H. Q. Det. 
left Bois de Mort Mare for post of command 
east of Thiaucourt at 5 p. m., arriving 1 p. m. 
Rain. Batteries A, B and C did not change 
positions. Novem- 
ber 4, Batteries A 
and C left Bois de 
Mort Mare for 
Bouillionville at 5 
p. m., arriving at 9. 

H. Q. Det. and 
Battery D did not 
change positions. 
Battery echelon lo- 
cated and occupied 
i n Bouillionville. 
Weather good. 
Camp good. No- 
vember 5, weather 
good. No change 
in positions. No- 
vember 6, Batteries 
A and C left Bouil- 
lionville for Thiau- 

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court at 5 p. m., arriving at 1 a. m. Weather 
good. Camp poor. November 7, weather 
fair. Camp poor. Roads muddy. Novem- 
ber 8, Battery B moved from north of Thiau- 
court to northwest of same. Left 
1:30, arrived at 7:30 p. m. 
Weather rainy. Roads muddy. 
Camp poor. November 9, Bat- 
tery P. C. moved from north of 
Thiaucourt into same, arriving 
10:30 a. m.. Weather fair. 
Roads muddy. Camp good. No- 
vember 1 0, no change. Novem- 
ber 1 1 , no change (except in the 
war). November 12, 1st Bat- 
talion from position at Thiaucourt 
to Bouillionville, leaving at 1 1 :30 
and arriving at 1 :30 a. m. Weath- 
er fair. November 1 3, with regi- 
ment again. Bouillionville to 
Pont-a-Mousson. Left 9 a. m., 
arrived at 4 p. m. Weather 
cloudy. Roads muddy. Health good. Camp 
poor. Billets at Pont-a-Mousson. Good 
billets. 




AEROFIiANX; 
FHOTO OF 
THIAtTCOTTBT 



The 2nd Battalion at tKe Front 



The Second Battalion was detached from 
the regiment cind attached to the Division Ar- 
tillery, 28th Division, on October 29th, by 
verbal order of the Commanding General, 
Headquarters 4th Army Corps. 
At 8:30 on the morning of 
November 2nd Major Rey- 
nolds, Staff, and the Battery 
Commanders left Bois Fliery 
wood, where the battalion was 
camped and rode forward to 
the headquarters of the 341st 
Field Artillery, where they met 
Colonel Davis and his staff. 
From there they proceeded to 
the positions which they chose, 
west of Beney. 

At 3:00 o'clock the column 
left Bois Flirey and two hours 
later arrived at Essey for even- 
ing mess. They waited there 
until after dark. The firing 
batteries moved to their posi- 
tions and the caissons and lim- 
bers went under cover of 
woods one kilometer west of 
Nonsard, where the echelon 
was established. The weather was cold and 
rainy, the roads sloppy and slippery. The 
health of the men was very good. 

Twenty-three officers and six hundred men 
were available for duty on November 3rd. 
They worked on preparation and camouflaging 
of positions until daylight interrupted their op- 
erations. The Battalion Post Command w^as 
established at Pannes. The weather was fair 
this day and the night was spent in improving 
the positions. 

The next day Lieut. Stover selected a Bat- 
talion Observation Post and organized it. In 
the meantime the telephone net was well under 
way. Enemy planes were very active. After 
dark work progressed rapidly. D and F ad- 
justment fire began. 

At 2:15 the morning of the 5th Colonel 
Davis sent word that a drive was on and that 
the enemy was evacuating. Hasty prepara- 
tions were made to pull out. Limbers and 




Capt. Warren S. Booth 



The Soixante Quinze Baby We Served on the Run 




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caissons were ordered up to the positions. The 
echelon became a moving cavalcade in a few 
minutes' time. All surplus baggage was dis- 
carded. Battery E was designated to accom- 
pany the infantry. The estimation of the 
enemy's strength was found in- 
correct and between 5:15 and 
6:30 a countermarch was 
made. Batteries D and F fired 
on cross roads during offen- 
sive. Battery E took cover for 
the day in the woods southwest 
of St. Benoit and returned to 
their old position west of Beney 
that night. E was fired on 
while in the woods but no 
casualties resulted. 

During the early morning 
hours of the 6th D and F fired 
concentration w^hile a raid was 
in progress. A normal barrage 
was sent over. 

D and F again sounded re- 
veille for Fritz on the 7th by 
firing on the important cross 
roads. So far all firing w^as 
done by map. The v^^eather 
was foggy and observation impossible. 

Between 2:56 and 3:30 the next afternoon 
Battery D fired gas shells on an enemy Infan- 
try Post Command. Battery E concentrated 
their fire with high explosive on a machine gun 
emplacement. Battery F fired on a large 
working party with high explosive. During 
the day Lieut. Sutliff returned from school and 
was made Ammunition Officer. 

The guns began work at 5:35 the morning 
of the 9th. D and E fired neutralization on 
a machine gun nest with high explosive. F 
fired on a place known as Marimbois Farm, 
which was infested with the enemy. Rain 
came dow^n at steady intervals. Major Rey- 
nolds was promoted to Lieut. Colonel; Lieut. 
Gemuend was placed in charge of the echelon. 
At 5:30 a. m., November 1 0th, a special 
barrage was laid down by the Battalion on a 
line just north of Donmartin. This fire was a 
part of the offensive action, accompanying an 
attack of the 4th Army Corps 
as outlined by the Headquar- 
ters of the 28 th Division. 

At 12:30 we were given the 
mission of protecting the left 
flank of the Infantry in our sec- 
tor during an advance. A 
standing barrage was laid dow^n 
with a rapid rate of fire. This 
barrage lasted several hours. 
At 4:05 the enemy machine 
guns became active in Damp- 
vitoux. Battery F concentrated 



from 4:10 until 4:19. Batteries D and E from 
4:15 until 4:19. They then returned to the 
special barrage. At 4:50 a red flare told them 
to revert to normal barrage. Firing continued 
at intervals until 6:00 o'clock. 

November 11th. 5:45, Batteries E and F 
concentrated on machine guns. D fired a 
standing barrage. At 8:30 the Battalion con- 
centrated on Dampvitoux for fifteen minutes. 
From 10:20 to 10:59 the Battalion conducted 
a harassing fire on a line from Lachansee to 
Hageville. From then on until 1 1 :00 o'clock 
a maximum barrage was laid on a line in front 
of Dampvitoux. 

At 1 1 :00 o'clock the armistice went into 
effect. Everyone was on the job for emer- 



gency fire until Colonel Davis called at the 
Post Command station and said the men and 
horses could move to Beney for more com- 
fortable accommodations. He also said that 
concealment was no longer necessary. 

The band played the national anthem while 
the regiment marched into Beney and attended 
a thanksgiving service in an old shell-wrecked 
church. An allied aeroplane was flying low 
over the town. Everyone was wearing smiles 
at the thought of no more mud, gas or cold, 
corned willy. The Battalion O. P. stayed on 
the job until 12:45 and then moved to Beney. 
The afternoon was spent by the regiment in 
policing Beney and selecting quarters. 



Feeding tHe Reg'iment 



In the early part of our training each man 
received careful instructions in preparing emer- 
gency rations. It is doubtless well that those 
instructions never had to be recalled. Our 
regiment always enjoyed the best of health. 
It seemed to be part of the basic principle upon 
which the whole army was built that each job, 
inasmuch as was possible, was to be a one-man 
job. The development of specialists included, 
and at the very top of the list, cooks. We had 
regular cooks who did nothing but cook and 
they were just good enough to rank high in 
their specialty among members of a regiment 
that when weighed in the balance were not 
found wanting. 

Back in the training areas in the United 
States the batteries bought their own food 
stuffs, complying always with the approved 
ration allowance. The available market prod- 
ucts made a variation in the daily menu easy 
and the mess fund was available when the fel- 
lows wanted a little something extra. 

In those days we had a regular mess hall and 
waiters and all that goes to make up an A No. 
1 garrison mess. In after days we learned to 
appreciate such a mess more than it was ever 
supposed we would. It was not like home but 
it wasn't like France either. 

The real conquests by the cooks and mess 
sergeants didn't laegin until we reached France. 
On the way over we were fed by the boat's 
crew. No one in the outfit is responsible for 
that food and we don't hate anybody in it any- 
how, so let the matter drop there. In France 
the regulation red tape connected with draw- 
ing and issuing rations entwined itself about 
every one from the regimental mess sergeant 
to the truck driver who hauled the food to the 
supply company. The greater the quantity 
drawn the more intricate the tanglmgs and 
some idea of the quantity necessary for one 
week's ration may be gained by the fact that 
for the handling of it there was detailed eigh- 
teen service wagons, seventy-two army mules, 
thirty-six mule skinners and at least twenty 
men to load and unload the rations. 

If the tin cans in which the food was shipped 



across the ocean to the army were to be given 
to the boys they could build a house of tin and 
doubtless would have enough left over to build 
a garage, and if all the cows it took to fill those 
cans were herded together no ranch in the 
whole west could hold them. 

Depending upon circumstances entirely, it 
remained to know how to draw rations. For 
instance, the regiment is on the move and stops 
over night at a little station wherein there is 
only a rail head, such as was the case at the 
little town of Nanois, France. A report is sub- 
mitted to the regimental supply office of the 
strength of the organization taken from the 
morning report and from it a ration return is 
drawn and submitted to the rail head officer 
who issues one day's rations. 

What is a ration return? It is a certificate 
made on Q. M. C. form stating the number of 
men in the regiment, the number of rations re- 
quired and the kind desii -^d — either field, gar- 
rison or travel. This is signed by the com- 
manding officer and becomes an official re- 
quisition for food. Take, for example, the 
average ration return and the details involved 
in the correct distribution to the batteries of 
the food drawn. 

This memorandum is sent to each battery: 
"Submit ration return for the period January 
3 1 St, 1919, to February 6th, 1919, both dates 
inclusive, seven day period. Return must be 
at this office by noon today." 

The data thus obtained is consolidated and 
the rations are drawn, and then comes the real 
work of the man in charge of the regimental 
rations. 

The next day sees an interesting sight in the 
ration room. Bacon and bread go sailing out 
the door to the little ration carts, past the mess 
sergeant's nose, much the same as the farmer 
feeds his cattle. Beans and macaroni go scoot- 
ing past the K. P. Rice and cornmeal, break- 
fast menu for seven days, fresh beef and po- 
tatoes — dinner for another period. 

You can see the ears of all the mess ser- 
geants go up much the same as the ears of a 



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I 



mule at the sight of steam when he hears, " 1 20 
lbs. of jam, check; 2 51bs. butter, check; 300 
lbs. sugar, check ; Velvet smoking, today, boys, 
two packs to a man." Then watch their ears 
fall when you tell them they've got to take 
the soap whether they w^ant it or not, every- 
thing on the issue slip goes. The official sig- 
nature of the mess sergeant goes on the bot- 
tom and the Battery is "setting pretty" for 
seven more days, maybe. 

Books could be written of the conversations 
that could be heard in the ration room, as well 
as on the outside, while the details were dis- 
cussing and condemning the menus and recipes 
of their mess sergeants. For instance, one fel- 
low will swear by all that is good and holy 
that he and the Battery have been eating beans 
and beans only for four successive days. An- 
other will say he has had for breakfast noth- 
ing but the south side of a sow for two 
months. One with a little more humor and 
love for the good old Army Rumor will say 
that his mess sergeant is a wizard with a gang 
of eats. He will swear that they have had hot 
cakes for breakfast, steaks for dinner and cake 
with chocolate frosting for supper. That fel- 
low will be regarded with a certain suspicion 
the rest of the day. Get inside and the air is 
blue. Curses, imagine them? "How the h — 
am I going to feed that gang mush without 
extra milk? I don't see why in h — they don't 
give us more milk and less soap. D'you know 
the French only give 3 francs for 2 bars of 
that stuff?" About that time in comes Zucka, 
sergeant, Battery A. "Hello, gang! Say, what 
the h — , do we get corned beef today?" Then 
confidential like, "Say, d'you hear the latest, 
we're going to move next week." And so it 
goes until about noon when the roar cools off 
and the smoke of the battle clears up. Then 
around come the stragglers. "Say, did you see 
my coffee go on my ration cart?" And it's 
ten to one he wants some extra coffee. He 
doesn't get it. 

So goes the work of the regimental supply 



sergeant in charge of the rations. So goes the 
work of mess sergeants and the details that 
help to check the rations, coming and going. 

The humorous side of the situation is easily 
seen, the work involved is easily realized, but 
the expense of the work, including the price 
of the rations handed out, is hardly recognized. 
It may be said that at each period rations to 
the extent of thousands of dollars are passed 
out w^ith less thought than of a newsboy sell- 
ing his extras. 

Take the period January 3 1 st, 1919, to 
February 6th, 1919. It totaled a return of 



Sing Me to Sleep 

Sing me to sleep \vhen bullets fall, 
Let xne forget the war and all. 
Damp is my dug-out, cold are my feet. 
Nothing but "Bully" and biscuit to eat. 
Sing me to sleep ^vhen bombs explode 
And shrapnel helmets are a la mode. 
Over the sandbags, mud you will find — 
Shell holes before you and shell holes 

behind. 
Sing me to sleep in some old shed, 
Where rats are running around my head. 
Stretched out on my shelterhalf — water- 
proof ! 
Dodging the raindrops through the roof; 
Dreaming of home and night in the West, 
Somebody's overseas boots on my chest. 
Far, far from le Guerre I long to be — 
The lights of Detroit I would rather see — 
Think of me creeping where cooties creep, 
Waiting for someone to sing me to sleep. 
BEN SOBEL, 
Battery D. 



10,303 rations. Let us see what that means 
in beef alone, or the component parts that go 
to make up the meat issue of the ration — 50% 
of the total was fresh beef, 30% was bacon, 
20% was corned beef ; 50% of 1 0,303 is 5, 1 5 1 
rations, at 20 ozs. to a ration, totaling 6,439 
lbs. Fresh beef at the estimated price of 25c 
per lb. would involve $1,609.75; 30% of the 
total 10,303 is 3,091 rations, at 12 ozs. per 



HAS THIS HAPPENED TO YOU? . 



ON THC.WAYtt I TgAT HAS MV WAME OH ITf 







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ration, total 2,318, at the estimated price of 
50c per lb., total money value $1 , 1 59.00; 20% 
of the total 10,303 is 2,061 rations, at 18 ozs. 
per ration, a total of 2,061 lbs., at 30c per lb., 
$619.30. Considering only estimate prices 
and low, modest prices at that, it is easy to 
see that the cost of the ration alone is astound- 
ing, not to consider the expense of transporta- 
tion. 

In order to make an issue of rations a Table 
of Allowance is necessary, first to give to each 
organization that is drawing rations a certain 
amount as well as a certain variety of food. 

A close study of some of these tables would 
show that it is a tremendous task as well as a 
mammoth expense to feed an army of a mil- 
lion men. 

A closer study of just who was responsible 
for the full mess kits will be obtained by the 
mention of a few of the names of the respon- 
sible parties. 

Headquarters Co. — Sgt. J. Hirchman, a big 
fellow with a good heart and a good smelling 
kitchen. A mighty nice fellow and a well liked 
mess sergeant. 

Supply Co. — Sgt. F. Williams, not so large in 
size but possessed of a way of talking a com- 
missary out of anything he wanted. 1 ate at 
his kitchen and 1 know that he served a mess 
that would suit anyone, even a "frog." 

Battery "A" — Sgt. P. Zucka, another big fel- 



low who claimed for himself speed in action, 
especially at mess time when a straggler blew 
in town. You could sick 'em on Pete and he 
always fed 'em. 

Battery "B"— Sgt. W. Holzer, small but 
fast on his feet, dark in complexion but a white 
"guy" all the way through. Not a bad kicker, 
not a hard knocker, but a wizard at dishing 
out "Hot Cakes" and "Bacon." An all around 
good feeder and a happy soldier. 

Battery "C" — Sgt. P. Di Laura, a real man 
with his heart and his soul in his work. A 
good provider and a fellow that got his share 
and saw that his men got their share. A little 
bit "old-fashioned" but a king in a kitchen. 

Battery "D" — Sgt. J. Brown, happy Irish, 
easy going, hard working, good natured and 
everything else that goes in the making of a 
man that can stand the "gaff" in a kitchen 
surrounded by hungry artillerymen. 

Battery "E" — Sgt. G. Tighe, the smallest 
mess sergeant alive. Good goods come in 
small packages. If they had built Tighe for 
heavy duty he could have fed the regiment 
steaks, doughnuts, hot cakes and pie, every 
day menu of Battery "E." 

Battery "F" — Sgt. H. Stanley. A sergeant 
with many friends and a "Notorious Battery to 
back him up." A kitchen over a "Rathskeller" 
and a crew of cooks like a schooner. A big 
feeder and a man with a smile. 



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OUT HOW LITTLE /du promenade 

You KNOW ABpUr(AVEC MOi MA 

FREI^CH. X^jfC^ \chere'— oui 




NOTHING WORSE^j, 






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—THAN TO HAVE POOR TEETH 
IN THE ARNTV. 



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— THAN TO MfET ONE OF 

THESE FELLOWS WHEN ^QjH 
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— THAN TO GET LOST 




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-THAN TO LOOk" OVERYOUI? 
.NEXT week's rations. 



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Org'anirations We Have Been WitK 
and THeir Insignia 



If proof were needed of the old army say- 
ing that good field artillery can go anywhere 
and deliver the goods any time, it could be 
found in the ofRcial record of our manifold 
affiliations after leaving the States. We be- 
longed to a good many organizations overseas 
and none could say we didn't BELONG any time 
we got a new assignment. Our regiment was 
complimented everywhere it went on the 
health of its men, its all-around good training 
and discipline and the excellence of its paper 
work. We make no bones about being proud 
of the good old 329th. 

During training in the States we belonged 
to the 85th (Custer Division). This division 
was Custer's first and best and was originally 
under the command of Major-General Dick- 
man, destined later to become commanding 
general of the U. S. Army of Occupation. His 
successor was Major-General Parker, now re- 
tired. Major-General Kennedy was in com- 
mand of the 85th when we sailed and remained 
so until out return. 

Upon reaching the A. E. F. we were de- 
tached from the 85 th Division and classified 
as Army Artillery. (In other words, artillery 



that must be prepared to go anywhere. ) In 
this status we served under orders from the 
4th, 5 th and 6th Army Corps. This v^ras dur- 
ing our period of training at Camp Coetquidan. 

At the front our regiment was divided, the 
1 st Battalion being attached to the 7th Divi- 
sion and the 2nd Battalion to the 28th Divi- 
sion. Thus it was that the 1 st Battalion saw 
action wtih the 20th F. A. regiment. Colonel 
Paynes commanding, and the 2nd Battalion 
strafed the Hun with the 34 1 st Field Artillery, 
Colonel Davis commanding. 

When we moved to Pont-a-Mousson, after 
the armistice, the 6th Army Corps again took 
us under its wing. But presently we were re- 
attached as a unit to the 7th Division and re- 
mained under that command until February 
1 st, 1919, when we were attached to the 9 1 st 
Division "for return to the United States." O 
joyful sound ! 

But we were not destined to go home with 
the "Wild West" Division. Upon reaching St. 
Calais on our homeward journey, we were re- 
turned to our parent Division — the 85 th — and 
proceeded on our way rejoicing. The reason 
for this last move was said to be the excellent 
condition of the records of our brigade. 



85th Division — National Army 
of Michigan and Wisconsin. In- 
signia: Red CD. Know^n as Cus- 
ter Division. Activities: Part of 
the infantry served in Russia, and 
part saw action at the Thiaucourt and Pou- 
venelle sectors. Artillery, rated among the 
best; 329th saw nine days' action in Thiau- 
court and Pouvenelle sectors; 328th, eleven 
days in Toul sector; 330th did not see 
action. 



7 th Division — Regular Army. 
Insignia: Two triangles in black 
on red base. Design supposed to 
have been developed out of the 
numeral seven, one numeral up 
and the other down. Activities: October 9th 



(D 



to November I I th in Pouvenelle sector and 
ditto sector extended. 

• 28th Division — National Guard of 
Pennsylvania. Insignia: Keystone 
of red cloth. Activities: June 30th 
to November 1 1 th, sector southeast 
of Chateau-Thierry, Vesle sector, Ar- 
gonne-Meuse offensive, and Thiaucourt sector. 

9 I st Division — National Army of 
Alaska, Washington, Oregon, Cali- 
fornia, Idaho, Nevada, Montana, Wy- 
oming and Utah. Insignia: Green 

fir tree emblematic of the far west. 

Known as "Wild West " Division. Activities: 
September 20th to November 1 I th, Argonne- 
Meuse offensive, Belgium. 



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THe Army Horse and Mule 



"Stand to heel! Commence grooming!" 
There's no better way to start this article, 
because of all the introductions that come 
a-thronging in the life of an artillery rookie, 
that is the most enlightening. What he thought 
before was a horse — or a mule — becomes a 
nightmare of currycombs, disinfected brushes, 
and feet that always need cleaning. If he be 
from Detroit he murmurs — after he has forced 
some steed to agree with the Sarge that it can 
be done — "They'll never believe me" ; or 
never ceases to wonder "Why is a horse, any- 



way 



I" 



Well, here's the answer, Buddy from Auto 
Town. Because the army can't get along with- 
out the horse. He is as necessary as rations 
(really enables us to have them more times 
than not), and he goes, very often, where 
gasoline can't flow. And much as the drudg- 
ery of taking care of him palls on us, as much 
as we dislike his eccentricities, his mechanical 
appetite, his misguided attempts at playfulness, 
we've got to hand it to him in the long run. 
The "art" in artillery — our artillery — would 
be useless without him; verily, he is "man's 
best friend" (grooming or no grooming), back 
of the lines or in them. 

On the long, long trail a-winding he may 
slip and slide on the icy road until his muscles 
ache and his head droops, but he carries on. 



Dare we begrudge him the twenty minutes' 
grooming that sets his skin to tingling again? 
His home in the army is any old place there is 
room for a picket line. Do we regret the 
stable police labor that gave him comparative 
comfort at the garrison? Nay, though we clip 
through the long hours of the night to make 
his world unsafe for "horse cooties". 

"The mule is magnificent in war, and our 
battles have been won as much by mules as 
by men. The mule will eat anything, endure 
anything, and, when understood and humored 
by its driver, will do anything. It works until 
it falls dead by the roadside. In the spring 
hundreds die in harness. In fact, few die ex- 
cept in harness. They die facing the foe, drag- 
ging rations along shell-swept roads to the men 
in the trenches. 

"The mule knows neither love nor offspring. 
Apart from a few gambols in the field, or 
while tethered to picket-lines, it knows noth- 
ing but work. It is the supreme type of drudge. 
It is one of the greatest factors in the war, and 
yet receives scarcely any recognition and more 
whipping than praise." 

So wrote Chaplain Thomas Tiplady in his 
book "The Soul of the Soldier." He could 
find soul enough among OUR men, were he 
to look for it, to give the horse and the mule 
their due. 




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NEV£(? 
A STR 



BRUSH VOUI? TEETH IN 
CAM WHICH IS TOO MUDPY 
->ro WASH YOUC CLOTHES IN 



2.A,SCiL0IEP MUST HAVE A GOOD NIGHTS 
REST — SUEE-P WITH FEBT EXPOSED. 




7. 'A COUD SHOWER EVERV 
MORNING — USa THIS METHOD WHEN ' 

A SHOWER IS NOT AVAILABUE 



( WannoroV 



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Getting' 
Home 



THe EleventH Hour Regiment 

The quaint, little old chimes on Pont-a-Mousson hall were tinkling 
eleven. Our business manager was calling our attention to the fact 
the only eleven sticks of wood were left for the leaky French stove. 
For the eleventh time that morning we were interrupted in our work by 
a bearer of eleventh hour "copy" for the Book. It was First Sergeant 
Price of Battery B, who, by the way, was promoted to his exalted post 
on the 1 1 th of October. 

"Boys," quoth he, "I've hit upon a story!" 

"Out with it!" in chorus. 

"Well, I'm darned," said Price, "if our lucky number isn't eleven!" 
We grinned superstitiously. "But seriously," he continued, "listen to 
this." And he went on to recount a chain of events which convinced 
us — superstition or no — that this must be the Eleventh Hour Regiment. 

We were in training just two days short of eleven months in the 
States. We entrained for Camp Mills, July 1 6th, 1918, at 11 a. m. 
On July 30th, at 1 1 a. m., we left Mills for Hoboken. At 1 I a. m. 
the next morning we took our last (for a while) look at the Statue of 
Liberty. It took us just eleven days to cross the Atlantic and at 1 1 a. m. 
on the morning of August 1 1th we marched off the boat at Liverpool. 
Some even claim that there were eleven transports in the convoy. 

At any rate we landed in France at 1 1 a. m., August 14th; stayed 
at Messac just eleven days, left our next camp — Coetquidan — at 1 1 
a. m. again, and arrived at the front in the eleventh hour of the fray — 
on the crest of the wave that crushed the Hun — and were there at the 
finish which came on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the 
eleventh month. 

Any doubts as to our lucky number? 

And lest we forget — we received our service stripes on the 1 1 th 
day of February, and on the same day at the old, infallible II a. m. 
left the Pont-a-Mousson siding for home. Just twenty-two months after 
our country entered the war. 

Oh, yes, and the old Leviathan snuggled in alongside of the dock at 
Hoboken at just 1 1 o'clock the morning of April 2nd, 1919. 



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Brief History of Pont-a-Mousson 



Pont-a-Mousson means "Bridge at Mous- 
son." The bridge originally crossed the Mo- 
selle at about the same spot as the one there 

at present. Mousson is the little village of 

one hundred and sixty inhabitants before the 
war — which crowns the tall hill across the 
river on the east. The village itself is hidden 
from Pont-a-Mousson by the crest of the hill, 

and all we see is the church 

with its statue of Joan of Arc, 
and the remains of the old 
chateau walls. The origin of 
Pont-a-Mousson is so closely 
allied with that of Mousson 
that the history of the latter 
must be spoken of. 

The explanation for the 
name "Mousson" is this: In 
ancient times a pagan temple 
had been erected upon the 
summit of the hill, dedicated 
to "Janis" or "lo." The peas- 
ants of the region found the 
name lo upon fragments of 
the ruins and referred to the 
hill at Mt. Janis or Mons-la, 
which gradually changed tr> 
"Monsio," "Monsion," and 
finally "Mousson," through 
several intermediary changes, 
clearly traceable from manu- 
scripts of the time. 

It is certain that the hill of Mousson was oc- 
cupied for strategic purposes since remotest an- 
tiquity. Its prominence as a landmark, its 
superb height, its peculiar conical shape, ease 
of fortification and its location beside the Mo- 
selle made obscurity impossible. 

The first direct proofs of occupation are 
fragments of Roman origin, such as pieces of 
sculpture and building fragments, coins, ar- 
mor, etc., some of which may be seen in the 
museum of the Ducal Palace at Nancy. A 
main Roman road ran from Toul to Metz, 
passing through Alton (the little village just 
south of the hill) and then under the slope of 
Mousson hill on the east side. A secondary 
road ran from east to west, crossing the Mo- 
selle at Pont-a-Mousson and connecting with 
the main road, probably through the valley 
north of Mousson. A strong fortification on 
the hill, which was also terraced, protected the 
bridge and cross road, and here we have the 
origin of Pont-a-Mousson Fort. Four second- 
ary fortifications w^ere built at each end of the 
bridge for further protection. Around these 
forts the peasants, of course, built their homes, 
in preference to the hill, and here, too, the 
commerce of the river caused markets. The 
end of the bridge nearest Mousson developed 
first and the most rapidly and this is by far 
the oldest part of the town, although today the 
oldest existing buildings are to be found in the 




newer, main part. 

As the warlike character of the place 
changed and the commerce grew, the develop- 
ment of the older part was hindered by the 
nearness of the hill, and so at present Mousson 
itself and the "vieille ville" are relatively unim- 
portant. It is curious that the part on the out- 
side of the river is sometimes called today not 
a part of Pont-a-Mousson, but 
"Antreville," which means 
"the other village." In Roman 
days this little double village 
over the river was spoken of 
(Ninth Century manuscript) 
as the "Villa Pontus sub Cas- 
tra Montionis." (Bridge vil- 
lage under the Camp of Mous- 
son.) Its subsequent shorten- 
ing to Pont-a-Mousson is easy 
to trace. 

The 1500 inhabitants of 
Pont-a-Mousson have coined 
for themselves the adjective 
"Mussipontain ' and seem 
very proud of their town; in- 
ordinately so, it seems to us, 
who have seen only the de- 
serted, shell-torn aspect 
through a wet, drab winter. 
Possibly a peace-time stroll 
under the shady arches sur- 
rounding the "square" (tri- 
angle, in truth) admiring the beautifully carved 
stone fronts, sparkling white in the blazing sun, 
or a walk through the well-kept parks on the 
south of the town would cause a change of 
opinion. 

Pont-a-Mousson first became a town of im- 
portance about the 1 0th century and began to 
receive frequent mention in the chronicles of 
the time. In the 1 1 th century a very impor- 
tant hospital v^as established under the com- 
mandery of St. Antoine of Liege. Its build- 
ings were erected directly across the river from 
Headquarters Company's billets. The first 
known rulers of the region and owners of the 
castle or chateau part of Mousson were the suc- 
cessive counts of Bar, each of whom styled 
himself by preference "Count of Mousson." 
They found the castle on the hill about as com- 
fortable as an eagle's nest, and moved down 
into Pont-a-Mousson about the 12 th century. 
Count Thibaut I at the end of the 1 2th century 
built a college near the west end of the bridge 
and gave Pont-a-Mousson proper its birth. 
Thibaut I (1230-12 70) surrounded the grow- 
ing town with ramparts and systematized the 
plan. 

It became a marquisot in 1354 and a city of 
the empire in 1372. In 1431, at the dawn of 
modern times, the Duchy of Bar was united to 
that of Lorraine and Pont-a-Mousson became 
a Lorraine village. It increased gradually and 



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became the home of a large number of relig- 
ious organizations, especially during the 1 4th 
and 15th centuries. This period was the most 
brilliant in the history of the town, mainly from 
the celebrated university which w^as established 
in 15 72 and flourished for two centuries. It 
had an European reputation and gave Pont-a- 
Mousson the title "Athens of Lorraine." It 
was managed by the Jesuits and, at the sup- 
pression of that order, was moved to Nancy in 



Detroit Electricians and 
Pont-a-Mousson Po-w^er 

When the res^iment moved into Pont-a- 
Mousson no lighting facilities were to be 
found. Candles were not available and al- 
though lamps were plentiful, oil could not be 
purchased for love or money. It looked like 
we were up against it. 

Upon investigation of the town, however, 
a small electric power plant was found lo- 
cated on a canal running into the Moselle 
river. Its power supply had evidently been 
augmented by some other source, but all 
connections were broken. 

This discovery made, our electricians got 
busy and put the little plant into working 
order. Lines were run to the billets and 
offices, bulbs were secured from Nancy, and 
we had light. 

"The Post-War Pont-a-Mousson Electric 
Company" was composed principally of two 
ex-Detroit electricians, Sgt. Frank M. Hydon 
and Corp. William D. McKellar. Their spe- 
cial duty status endowed them with a privi- 
lege, that of giving us light, and they took 
advantage of it. Without their works night 
life in Pont-a-Mousson would have been ex- 
ceedingly dull. 



1 768. It occupied the buildings along the 
east bank of the Moselle, north of the bridge, 
and was replaced in 1 800 by a royal military 
school which stands today. 

The town was captured in 1476 by Charles 
the Bald, Duke of Burgundy; w^as besieged in 
1632 by Louis Xlll and in 1670 the chateau 
part of Mousson and the other fortifications 
were destroyed by command of Louis XIV. 
In 1 766, after the death of Stanislas, Pont-a- 
Mousson became thoroughly French in its 
manners and customs. 

During the Franco-Prussian war, Pont-a- 
Mousson and the surrounding territory fell into 
the hands of the Germans. The 12th day of 
August, 1 870, a skirmish occurred in the streets 
between the African Chasseurs of General Mar- 
guerite and the German advance guard. A 
tablet in one of the houses in the Rue Gam- 
betta, half way between St. Martin Church and 
the Toul-Metz road, marks this occurrence. 
The 2 1 st of August, after the battle of St. 
Privot, the royal Prussian quarters were estab- 
lished in Pont-a-Mousson. They w^ere in the 
same building that Battery F used as their 
main billet and the officers' living room was 



the room used by the ex-kaiser — then crown 
prince — as a bedroom. 

Pont-a-Mousson is the birthplace of several 
notables. First, Marguerite of Anjou (1429- 
1482), daughter of the good King Rene, hero- 
ine of the War of the Roses, who married 
Henry VI of England. She was celebrated 
for her courage and misfortunes. Her birth- 
place was in a chateau-fort on the site of Head- 
quarters Company's billets. It was destroyed 
by Crequi at the same time as Mousson and 
from the ruins were built part of the quar- 
ters of the 12th French Dragoons before the 
war. These quarters surrounded the square 
used by Supply Company and later the regi- 
ment as a carriage park. 

Another celebrity was Jean Barclay, the 
author. Still another was Duroc, Duke of 
Frioul (1772-1813), a particular friend of 
Napoleon I and Grand Marshal of the Palace. 
His birthplace and home was in the billet oc- 
cupied by Battery A. 

Fabvier (1782-1855), a general and peer 
of France, the hero of the Greek independence, 
was born on the street which bears his name. 

There are many interesting places in Pont- 
a-Mousson. The most noteworthy is the 
Church of St. Martin on the east bank of the 
Moselle. It was built during the 1 3th and 
1 4th centuries and was first the church of the 
commandery of St. Antoine, mentioned above, 
and then a university. The towers are 42 
metres high, the one nearest the corner the 
most ornamental. The entire church is pure 
Gothic in style and is a splendid example on 
a small scale of its more famous prototypes. 
The portal is richly ornamented and is exceed- 
ingly like that of the Cathedral of Toul. It 
is the flowery original style of the fifteenth 
century, the work of the same architect as that 
of Toul, Jacquemin de Commercy, one of the 
few designers w^hose names have actually come 
down to us. 

The Place Duroc, the triangular space in 
the center of town, has but one interest outside 
of its unique arches. This is the "Home of the 
Seven Capital Sins" — the second building on 
the right on entering the Place from the west 
has seven stone statues on the face of its sec- 
ond story which give the building its name. 
It was the stopping place of the Princes of Lor- 
raine during the seventeenth century on their 
visits to the town. 

St. Laurent Street, which held Regimental 
H. Q., Battery E and the postoffice and Chap- 
lain's quarters, has many houses of rennais- 
sance age — the end of the sixteenth and be- 
ginning of the seventeenth centuries — and also 
the Church of St. Laurent. The choir of the 
latter dates from the fifteenth century. 

The billet of Battery E, built in 1598, was 
formerly the home of "The Sisters of the Chris- 
tian Doctrine," one of the numerous religious 
orders already mentioned. Its ashen door 
in spite of age shows most of the original 
carving. The building on the right of the 



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street at the corner opposite Regimental H. Q. 
and the one next to it, used at first as the 
Chaplain's quarters, date from the sixteenth 
century and present the overhanging second 
story and other details of the period. 

The Place St. Antoine, where guard mounts 
were held, was formerly an antique forum or 
market, where the commercial business was 
discussed. So in holding our ceremonies there 
we only repeated the history of the old Roman 
guard mounts held on the same spot. The twin 
towers across the river from. H. Q. Company 
belong to the Chapel of the Abbey of Saint 
Marie Majeure, established by Louis XIV and 
dating from I 705. 

Going from the Place Duroc to the bridge 
and turning to the right along the bank of the 
river, one may see, as part of the abutment 
walls of the river bank, remains of the orig- 
inal walls used as fortifications. The raised 
boulevard, curving around the depot, with its 
trees planted in I 795, and the parks beyond, 
were favorite promenades of the inhabitants 
for several centuries. On the south of the 
town are the furnaces and foundries for iron 



work — mostly piping — which, with the 
wine of the Moselle districts there- 
about, made Pont-a-Mousson indus- 
trially important. 

Of the environs of Pont-a-Mousson, 
Mousson is the most interesting. The 
hill is 386 metres high and on a clear 
day the Cathedral of Metz can be seen 
on the north and to the south the 
hill of Mont-Saint-Mihiel with the fort 
dominating Toul. Many of the houses of the 
village are of fifteenth and sixteenth century 
build. The small square wing on the right 
of the church is the only remnant of the 
eleventh century, the balance being restored 
in 1895 and crowned with the statue of Joan 
of Arc. In the center of the right wing men- 
tioned stands a large, curiously carved bap- 
tismal fount, unfortunately covered with sand 
bags at the time the regiment was there. The 
crumbling brown walls are the only remains 
of the chateau fort and date from the thir- 
teenth century. 

On the west of Pont-a-Mousson stand the 
brick and wood barracks built by the Germans 
in 1870 and used as workingmen's billets be- 
fore the recent war. 

Narroy, 4 kilos north of Pont-a-Mousson 
and in a small valley just off the left bank of 
the river, is famous for its wines, its sixteenth 
century church and small stone monument used 
by the Druids for religious purposes. 

Ten kilos south of Pont-a-Mousson is Drieu- 
louard (we entrained there) with the prom- 
inent side and tower of a chateau-fort built 



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in the tenth century and successively destroyed 
and rebuilt until finally dismantled by Louis 
XIV in I 660 to its present still imposing as- 
pect. The island formed by the river just east 
of Dieulouard is the site of the celebrated 
Scarponne, besieged without success by Attila 
in the fifth century. The wandering of the 
river has destroyed all buildings but old coins, 
bronzes and debris of sculpture have been 
found and may be seen in the Nancy museum. 



On the top of the hill above St. Genevieve 
(the town on the hill south of Pont-a-Mous- 
son) is a cross commemorating the spot w^here 
a large number of Christians suffered martyr- 
dom under the hands of German barbarians 
in the fourth century. The high mound against 
which St. Genevieve itself is built is one of a 
series built by Attila for his fortified camps. 
LIEUT. D. W. KAUFMAN, 

Battery F. 



Christmas Cheer on Tap 



Christmas day it snowed in Pont-a-Mousson. 
That snow looked more like home than any- 
thing we had seen in France. Christmas night 
we feasted. The fellows were prone to look 
forward to Christmas day with just a tinge of 
regret, secretly they hoped to be back home 
by then, but it wasn't so bad after all. 

If the headquarters company cooks had by 
accident poured a sack of salt instead of sugar 
into the coffee, or if they had burned the 
beans six days in 

succession, on Christ- ^^^^^^^^"^ ' 

mas day they made 
up for all of it. In 
all our army life we 
never had a feed 
like that and Thanks- 
giving and Christ- 
mas back at Custer 
were no mean af- 
fairs. 

Darkness came at 
four-thirty w^ h i c h 
was our usual sup- 
per time but two ex- 
tra hours were given 
on that night in 
which to whet up 
our appetites. They 
were keen when the 
time came. 

Enough food for 
two hundred men is a 
than three cooks can 



" Nine by— THree by— Four** 

You certainly gave me a royal surprise, 

"Nine by — Three by — Four." 
You proved to be bigger bv far than your size, 

"Nine by Three by — Four." 

We thought you'd be wee by your tag from H. Q., 

And you looked quite petite when you hove into view — 

But in Xmas abundance you brought something new, 

"Nine by — Three bv — Four." 

You're a tribute to Yankee get-there-or-bust, 

"Nine by Three by — Four." 

You'll help us go Pretzel-ward now if we must, 

"Nine by Three hv — Four." 

You're a bunch of condensed Xmas cheer in some twine! 
But there's one thing you couldn't begin to confine — 
That's my love for those wonderful Ain Folks o' Mine, 

"Nine by — Three by — Four." 

SGT. WM. R. MELTON, 

Battery B. 



whole lot more 
prepare, sample 



food 
and 

serve, so at the sound of the whistle the com- 
pany fell in and gave them a lift to the ban- 
quet hall. 

For this special occasion the gymnasium on 
the third floor of the school building was 
cleared and converted into a banquet hall. 
Some of our camouflage artists had been busy 
during the day and the gym looked regular. 
A big Christmas tree bow^ed to us from one 
corner. Old Glory waved from another. The 
walls were draped with vine and evergreen. 
Jap lanterns here and there topped off the 
setting of the scene. 

We filed in at the appointed hour and the 
most pleasant Christmas night ever spent away 
from home started. The dinner wasn't served 
in courses. It all came in at once and the tables 
fairly creaked. The mess sergeant with a 



broad smile on his face leaned against the wall 
and watched the boys enjoy themselves. And 
they whole-heartedly paid him the fairest com- 
pliment to his efforts that he could wish for. 
The feast over someone started tearing 
away the decorations from a corner. The 
evergreen parted, our eyes rested on the end 
of a huge keg. Ah, Fritz, you unwillingly 
shared part of your Christmas delicacies with 
us! The tap was driven in and merriment 

claimed the evening. 
- We had guests 

that night and they 
favored us with 
toasts. Captain 
Brady, the Chaplain 
and our own officers 
livened up the occa- 
sion with jests. We 
had songs, recitals 
and games. Each 
man got a present 
from the Christmas 
tree and read aloud 
the poem attached 
to it. 

It was a happy 
occasion all the way 
around and the boys 
will remember it 
^^^^i^.^^.^^.^^;;^^^ when other features 

are forgotten, that 
surprise of surprises, that Christmas night in 
the No-Man's Land of but a yesterday. 
* * * 

Americans are said to be the greatest sou- 
venir hunters the world has ever known. The 
trip to Europe furnished two million of them 
a grand opportunity to enlarge their respective 
collections. 

The mysterious souvenir of the radio room 
seemed to energize prospective buyers more 
than any other article placed on the market. 
The entire band section stepped lively when 
they inspected it; one of the band men kicked 
over a stove in his frantic haste to get to his 
pocketbook. Cal Stewart coined a lot of 
choice epithets descriptive of his appreciation. 
Corporals Ferguson and Inlow were raised to 
lofty heights and together sang a song entitled 
"Turn It Off." 



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Mss. Found in tKe Guard House 



Now breaks the guardhouse into print. We 
hadn't imagined it would until we found this 
manuscript on the floor of a 329th brig, just 
emptied of its tenants by moving orders. It 
lay on a floor quite barren of other ideas. 
Save for a few cootie casualties it was the sole 
survivor of the exodus. We picked it up 
curiously, as it were, and reverently, as it hap- 
pened, transcribed it on our weary Corona. 
And here it is, as Pete Schulte would say: 

"i am in the brig It aint my fault. TTiat 
dam topkick — how i hate him My bunky 
told me of a new edishun on sware words 
which Ime sending for to discuss him with — i 
mean the topkick not my bunky. 

"i have desided to rite a book i aint liter- 
rary — my ears is two strate out from my head 
to hold a pencil — ^but i red in one of the Chap- 
lin's books about a guy what rote a book in 
jail and it was published in 2 Cities * * * 
Now Ime starting the book — 

"Gentyl reeder take it from one ■who nose 
the army is A moving guardhouse They don't 
never give you no peece — they wood only for 
the First sargeant who is known soshally as 
the topkick. He aint hooman he put me on 
KP onct when my girl was out to visit me He 
even wares spurs on his vocabulary. Some- 
times i wake up out of a nitemare just in time 
to save his life 

"He nose more than that wise bird in the 
old Testiment and he wont answer a civil 
question — Unles you ast him if voure on dooty. 
He thinks we're all deff and barks at us like 
a Newfound dog. He can make you fc^l 
cheep with 900 francs in your pocket. He 
can see a button casualtee a mile and cant here 
anything he dont want to Hez ruff and reddy 
and hardboiled. His folks is sed to have died 
of hard feelings. He thinks every guy on Sick 
call is a pill-Boy — In breef, he dont seem to 
care if he lives after the war or not Ive often 
wished he'd take his post and disappeare w^ith 
it. 

"i fell air to more francs than i kneeded in 
Pont-a-Mousson and went AWOL to visit 
Nancy And he found out i wuz gone before i 
left. i bet he set up nites waitin for me to 
come back He sez youre under Arest the 
minut i come in. i sez i know it — you cant 
tell me nothin. O cant i sez he And i landed 
here where i hadnt oughta be What if Suzie 
shood discover — 

"i wuz interrupted Somebody calling my 
name It was the topkick and he brot me some 
male and a Xmas package and he sez Youll 
be out soon Bill we're gonna move And i sez 
Ime happier than i wuz There aint no topkick 
here to kick me Around. And he sez have a 
cigarette and unboozumed his hart to me. 

"Maybe he might be hooman after All — 
maybe. He sez maybe you think a Buck is 
Goat No. 1 in this army but he aint. The 



topkick is. Buck has nothin on his mind but 
hair and meals and mail, generally. Topper 
has the cares of a battery on his mind and no 
Officers able to swear outloud. He yerns to 
be hoomon but his job won't let him. Hez a 
edison reckord with nothin but disturbin music 
allowed — when they turns on the soothin mel- 
odies its time for Officers mess. 



An Armx Legend 

When good civilians die tliey go 

To HeHVen, a« a rule. 
An old First Sergeant doesn't die, 

But turns into a mule. 

He plods along quite faithfully, 

Has ne'er a word to say. 
And never growls about his "chow," 

Nor kicks about his pay. 

Now, should you go a-soldering, 

The army is a school. 
And lesson one is simply this: 

Respect the army mule. 

They once were soldiers, like yourself, 
These drudses 'fore the wheels: 

And lesson two — I'!! whifper it: 
Don't fool around their heel*. 



-Life. 



"Hez offlshal killjoy by vertyou of his po- 
sishun — if there aint anything to do in the 
Battery, Headquarters hollers detail. He 
gives nothin but orders cause he gets so many 
hez gotta unload. He got hardboiled because 
they left him in hot water too long. 

"And now hez got a letter from his girl 
wonderin why he writes crabbylike. Hez 
wonderin if maybe i couldn't chear him up a 
littel before he answers. He sez i alius did 
tickle him though he dassent show it. Hez 
gone now and Ime wonderin if maybe i wont 
be abel to consider him as a hooman being 
when i meat him in Deetroit * * * " 



Over Here 

At one stop in France part of us were bil- 
leted in an ex- (dirt floor) garage out toward 
the edge of town. Our quarters weren't bad 
at that, except that we had no place to wash. 
(Does Brer Yank like his morning ablutions) 
Ask him!) 

The absence of basins and such-like didn t 
worry us; we just couldn't locate any aqua 
pura or otherwise. (It was a wine town.) 
There wasn't even a hydrant within half a 
mile from where our kitchen was. 

The first morning we went washless to 
"chow." The next some of the boys borrowed 
a bucket of water from somewhere, and as 
msmy as could dove in. The third morning 
one of the early birds ducked his head in the 



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door and yelled, "Come on, you guys, and 
wash! Beaucoup water, basins n' everything." 
We wondered who our benefactor could be 
and learned it was the little old lady next door. 

We had noticed her a time or two before. 
She always had a "bon jour" for the boys. 
Her hair was gray and time had left deep 
etchings on her face. Declining years (and 
doubtless heavy labor) had bent her shoulders 
and her step was faltering but she was of the 
stock that dies with boots on. The look in 
her eyes — over the stumpy spectacles — told 
you that. 

She couldn't talk our language but she knew 
how good a morning wash felt to us and she 
was busy lugging more water for the row of 
china basins — her basins — and the line of 



husky soldiers — Uncle Sam's soldiers. 'Round 
the house she hobbled and shortly reappeared 
with the old (retired) sprinkler-bucket brim- 
ful. Several hastened to help her. But no, 
she could carry the bucket alone. Let the boys 
go on with their splashing. She understood. 
Didn't she have two sons in the army? 

Thereafter, every morning, no matter how 
early we got up or how dismal the weather, 
our w^ashing water and the basins were always 
there. Our old "grandmere," as she called 
herself, never forgot us. And what would she 
appreciate in return for all this thoughtfulness? 
Why, just a bite now and then of our army 
white bread. And it was nothing but "punk" 
to us and a darned poor variety of that. 



St. Calais 

Regimental headquarters were here on the 
last stop before the Belgian Camp. Saint 
Calais is an ancient Galla-Roman town, named 
for an abbey founded at the time of Clotaire 1. 
The Church of Notre Dame there is of 1540 
and has an original and rich facade of that 
period. The lower part of the octagonal pil- 
lars inside dates from 1 366. On the hill and 
back of the church are the remains of a chateau 
built in the eleventh century, consisting of two 



Different War Medals 

Here Sam, what am dat thing you got pinned on your 
O. D. coat? 

"Why dat's a Crois de Guerre I got in France. 
I killed a dozen Germans single handed at de front — 

And sho did take one awful desp'rate chance." 

And nigger what's dat oder medal dat adorns your 
chest?" 

"Why dat's a D. S. C. from Uncle Sam- 
The general asked for volunteers to go across da top. 

So I stepped up and said, 'Sir, here's your man.' " 

Now, Sam no medals hang on me for ^vound or 
bravery, 
But dere's one I sho'ly would like to have on. 
We all have earned it for we sho'ly licked dat Kaiser 
Bill, 
Da name of it — why it's "A CrossdePond." 

BURT B. BARSOOK, H. Q. Company. 



tall fragments of masonry. In the village 
stands a bust of Poitenin (1819-1 882 ) , the in- 
ventor of the permanent carbon print, who was 
born here. Population about 3,600 — and we 
will say that the people of this quaint, little old 
village were about as nice to us as any we 
met in our travels. 

St. Calais has narrow streets, running in no 
particular direction. The houses are arranged 
irrespective of the streets and, as a result, 
some of them set far back in the yards, the 
majority of them are flush with the sidewalk 
and some extend over the walks, usually with 
their base lines at an oblique with the curb, it 
is very ridiculous to Americans. 



Everything is old and crumbling. Vines 
are obviously present. The trees are stubby 
and covered with parasitic moss. Small hedges 
fill every available corner. 

The shops are small. Some are extremely 
neat while others are very untidy and unin- 
viting. There is a hydrant of running water 
in every block. The flow crosses the walk 
into the gutter. The city is unlighted at night 
and even the shops have draw curtains behind 
their window^s, similar to the American saloon. 
The French cafes are "beaucoup." Every 
block has one or more. Mademoiselles and 
madames serve the drinks. The poorer people 
wear wooden shoes and sound like a galloping 
horse when they amble over the cobblestones. 
It is a quaint, little old city. 
* * * 

QuicK Watson, Life Buoy! 

The veteran was reminiscing. "Speaking 
of baths," he was saying, "I've had some funny 
washes in this man's army. I've had ice 
baths, steam baths, hot baths and luke ones. 
I've bathed in rivers, mountain streams, fold- 
ing buckets, French soup tureens, mess kits and 
shell holes, but that bath at St. Calais sort 
o' took the 'Lifebuoy.' It was a lallapaloozer!" 
And he bit off a chew of army plug w^ith more 
than ordinary vehemence and spat across the 
neighboring canal. 

"Take goin' down there. That was regular 
enough. We fell in — same old squads left — 
and marched down the street, clean duds in 
hand or under the raincoat, dependin' upon 
how^ much rain you was absorbin'. Funny 
lookin' place we stopped at, though. I began 
to wonder then. 

"It was just any French house on the street. 
There was one of them high gates though and 
we went through that — after hearin' that we'd 
go upstairs and undress. What-da-yah-mean, 
upstairs? Oh yeh, the rickety ones, leadin' 
up into an attic where some of the gang is 
billeted. After we undress here where do we 
go? (I wasn't the only Unwashed that was 
wonderin' that.) 



44 — 



'Line up,' says the Top, 'towels in hand — 
an' soap. We're going down again.' Where, 
man? Where? We're naked — we're as we 
is! All right, I'll shet up. Twenty-four at a 
time? I'm here. Br-r-r-r ! Let's GO! 

"Well, dow^n we goes finally, shiverin' and 
steppin' high. Out into the back court-yard — 
or whatever you calls one of them Frog back 
yards. The rain fell plumb on us then. It 
was winter in the middle of February. My 
cold was downright happy. But some sort of 
an infernal machine was makin' an awful 
racket. (I later noticed it was a rovin' tank- 



Army »$tew 

(Tune: "Long Boy") 

It is iust a bowl of army stew 

When the cook hss nothins else to do 

He takes a hunk of army beef, 

Some rubber heels and cabbage leaf: 

Now, it is rich and it is hot 

And it always goes to the same old spot — 
But when they get it every day, 
Your hear thoie Buddies say: 

Chorus: 

Good-bye ma. sood-bye pa, 

Good-bye mule, with your old hee-haw! 

I may not know how this stew is made. 

But you bet, by Gosh ! I ain't afraid. 

And, Oh, my sweetheart, if I die 

They cannot say that I didn't try ! 

For I can swallow what I can't chew — 

And that's about all one fellow can do. 

— Contributed. 



car, heatin' the w^ater with gas and pumpin' it 
with the engine power. There's some as argues 
that the water had joined the Anti-Cootie 
League, formed after the finee of Booze.) 



"Anyhow, the next thing after that dash 
was, 'Leave your towels here!' Which we did 
in a matchbox of a room with no nails on the 
walls and water on the floor. Then into the 
shower room proper, as the Chaplain would 
say. Twenty-four of us fit into it like suckers 
into a sardine can. But we got in — and was 
lookin' up at the framework of pipes above 
when some guy yells, 'Look out! Here she 
comes!' (No 'On the way' or nothin'.) And 
come she did, cold as Havre, Montana, and 
fast as Niagara. But we stuck, rememberin' 
about the five-minutes-only order — which 1 
forgot to mention — and hopin' it would get 
hot. It did. Toot sweet — Damnhot. 

"Whereupon there was a medley of arms, 
feet an* yells, such as mingles only in the life 
of a soldier. Every man-Yank of them was 
workin' like mad to see how much he couldn't 
miss. 

"An' jes as I got the soap lathered good in 
my hair, off she goes. Great guns, man on 
the fawcet, this is awful! Succor! Kamerad! 
There's dirt on me yet — beaucoup layers of it 
— an' Lifebuoy in me eyes ! She's comin' on 
again? Um-well, that's better. We're to soap 
up now, savin' water, eh? That leaves me a 
lather ahead — me bein' already soaped. 

"Sufferin' bobcats, my eye! The other one 
now! I'm growin' wilder every bubble. * * * 
Ah, THERE she comes again! Good old water! 
What! She ain't dyin' down? She's fineesh? 
Sanctum mazookum — and some bird just asked 
me if I liked the army — 

"Who's got me towel? I'll DO it — the Chap- 
lain will have another ceremony — that's it in 
the mud on the floor? !!!??()?? !!%DamnI 
Run for it an' get out of the cold an' rain? 
Man, what care I if it pluieves all over me." 



Caesar Once Held Guard Mount in 
tHe «Sc[uare "We Used at 
Pont-a-Mousson 

To the old stone walls about the Place de St. Antoine our manner of 
guard mount must have seemed but another chapter in the evolution of such 
military ceremonies. For we are told that even before the days of Caesar that 
site was used as a military parade ground by ancient tribes. 

After the Romans captured Gaul a great amphitheatre was built in the 
Place de St. Antoine and military fetes there were common. In the course 
of time the buildings shattered away and the place became a market square 
and was used as such until the Franco-Prussian war. 

During that struggle the Prussians occupied Pont-a-Mousson and the 
little square was once more the scene of military ceremonies. 

If legends hold good our guard mount was on the same spot where many 
struggles took place between the warring tribes of that vicinity long before 
there was a France, and the history of recent events in Pont-a-Mousson shows 
that ours was the fifth army that held guard mounts there during the last 
five years. 



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Authorities differ on the origin of the name 
"Brest" but the most likely conjecture seems 
that the name originates from a certain king of 
Brittany named Bristock. He was a cruel 
monarch of the fourth century. The oldest 
authentic document in which the city of Brest 
is chronicled is found in a chronicle of Nantes 
bearing the date 856, where Solomon, the king 
of the Britains, is spoken of having died in a 
city which is called Brest. 

Whatever the origin of its name the city 
wasn't as bad as we had heard it was. Uncle 
Sam, as the Twentieth Century Alladin, had 



wrought a magic military city from a dismal 
swamp in almost the time it takes to tell about 
it. "Chow" there was better and more plenti- 
ful than any we had previously encountered 
in the army. Pontanezen, as the camp was 
called, wasn't half bad — save for all night de- 
tails and double quick inspections. The old 
329th came through with flying colors, how- 
ever, and the last we saw of the much discussed 
city of Brest was from a naval lighter, from 
whose decks we looked back at the band play- 
ing "Good-bye, Boys, I'm Through," and said 
"Righto." 



THe Calls THat Come O'er THe 
Tent-Tops Ringing 

1 used to lie on my cot o' nights and list to the calls come ringing 
Over the tent-tops, echoing on — what a host of memories bringing! 
Now 'twas Tattoo with twinkling trills, loaned by the skylark, perhaps; 
Then in the stillness, dreamily sad, the lingering notes of Taps. 

Taps of the endless Arabian Nights, out under fathomless skies — 
Taps of the numbing, deathless refrain o' er the grave w^here some Buddy now lies. 
Taps o' the night-stand and Taps o' the Camp, and Taps o' the Little Lost Towns, 
Where nothing is left but a scar on the earth — bleak ruins where all Nature frowns. 

And Tattoo, that musical sprite of a call! rich in fluttering notes — 

That remind you of nothing so much as a bird that sings and sighs as he floats. 

Tattoo — a warning that quiet is due — heralding Night supreme; 

Tattoo, the flighty, yet gently sublime and sweet overture to a dream. 

O calls that come o'er the tent-tops a-ringing, ripp'ling the Pool of Night! 
Trumpeting promise that Peace will remain forever enthroned with the Right — 
Keep wafting your notes through the echoes of Time — e'en to the Great Final Call 
When herald and requiem — Tattoo and Taps — shall gently bring rest to us all. 

SGT. WM. R. MELTON, 

Battery B. 



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The 17. S. I^eviatban In Her War Faint 



As a BocHe Souvenir tHe Leviathan 

Tops tHe List 



Leviathan means "Monster of the Sea". 

She's all of that, being the largest ship now 
operating on the water. 

She is 954 feet long, 100 feet beam, and, 
when leaving New York draws 4 1 feet 1 
inches of water. Place her on Fifth Avenue 
and she would spread from 42nd Street across 
45th Street. Stand her on end alongside the 
Woolworth Building and she would overtop 
that colossus of the sky more than 50 feet. 
She weighs 69,000 tons; more than twice the 
displacement of the world's largest dread- 
naught. 

She stows 8,800 tons of coal; and consumes 
1 1,1 10 tons on a trip, thereby requiring 3,310 
tons abroad so she can have 1 000 tons in re- 
serve. Running at the speed she is capable 
of (around 23 knots), she would burn be- 
tween 900 and 1 000 tons daily. Her con- 
sumption at the rate we traveled (around 20), 
is 816 tons eastbound and 720 tons west- 
bound, Welsh coal making the latter saving. 

She has 46 boilers, 8 horizontal turbine en- 
gines (four forward and four aft — one set for 
backing and one for going ahead) and four 
propeller shafts. The two outer shafts are 
250 feet long and the two inner ones 300 feet 
long; they are all 21 inches in diameter. The 
couplers (connecting drive shafts to propeller 
shafts) weigh 27 tons each. The shafts aver- 
age lYl turns per minute per knot. The pro- 
peller blades are 7 feet long; fourteen feet 
from tip to tip. Her engineering department 
requires 12 officers and 950 men. Her com- 
missary department requires 7 officers and 350 
men. 

Her larder carries enough supplies to com- 
pare with ten battleships and one supply ship. 
She took on over 2,000,000 net pounds of 
provisions before starting over after us — repre- 
senting such trifles as 220,000 pounds of fresh 



beef, 45,000 pounds of ham, 95,000 pounds 
of navy beans, 150,000 pounds of Irish spuds, 
100,000 pounds of apples, 45,000 pounds of 
evaporated milk, 1 75,000 pounds of sugar, 
15,000 pounds of assorted cake, 18,000 
dozens of eggs, 30,000 pounds of coffee, etc., 
etc. She once made a trip over, left 80,000 
pounds of provisions at Liverpool and re- 
turned without reprovisioning — and could 
have gone ten days more. She has 35,000 
cubic feet of cold storage forward and 30,- 
000 aft. All perishable stuff — save 35,000 
pounds of spuds — is kept in cold storage. Her 
best provisioning record is three days and a 
half. 

Her messing proposition represents the big- 
gest feeding task ever undertaken in the his- 
tory of the world. Up until the time we broke 
the record — with Battery B, 329 F. A. on the 
job — her best feeding record was around 10,- 
000 men in 70 minutes. Our boys helped them 
to shoot through over 1 1,000 men in 80 min- 
utes — or approximately one man to every 
half second. The general mess on our trip 
represented 13,926 men, crew and troops. 
There were 14,416 souls on board. Inciden- 
tally, our men won official commendation on 
the way they handled the mess, and the 329th 
as a whole was praised by all the navy offi- 
cers as the cleanest, snappiest outfit that ever 
struck the big boat. 

It is interesting to note that the general 
scheme of messing — with E Deck as Ap- 
proach, D as Distribution and Exit, etc. ; and 
with the twelve rows of "chow vats" feeding 
twenty-four lines at once, is an elaboration 
of a bygone, rough system of feeding landing 
forces of sailors at Guantanamo (Cuba) where 
it was the custom to land the various ship bat- 
talions for small arms practice. The original 
equipment was a very limited one, namely a 



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mess table at the foot of each company street 
and four syrup barrels filled with water to 
wash the mess gear. From this crude idea was 
built up the system on the Leviathan which 
holds the world's record for feeding the larg- 
est number of men in shortest period of time. 
(We might add that if they keep up they'll 
have another world's record for good "eats," 
too.) 

Some idea of the cost of meals on board 
may be gained from the figures on our trip: 
March 30th it cost $9,800 to feed all hands; 
March 29th, $6,500, down to $5,300 on 
March 26th. The ovens turn out 4,000 two- 
pound loaves a day and 3,500 pies in a bak- 
ing. Meals are prepared six hours ahead of 
time and reheated in the serving station steam 
vats. Around 2, 1 00 gallons of coffee are used 
each meal. 

There were originally seven separate and 
distinct complete galleys (kitchens) on the 
ship, counting two Jewish kitchens designed for 
Kosher cooking, for immigrants. These were 
all ripped out and consolidated into one im- 
mense galley — where there are 47 steam ket- 
tles for cooking, 3 vegetable cookers holding 
three barrels of spuds each at a time, three 
electric potato peelers, power masher, etc. 
There were four different dining rooms origi- 
nally, not including the one used as our offi- 
cers mess which was operated as the Ritz-Carl- 
ton Restaurant. The place where our troops 
messed was the first class dining room. 

The ship was the latest and last word in 
luxurious travel across the sea. There was a 
large ball room where we found the sick-bay, 
a fully equipped library, two fully equipped 
gymnasiums, a swimming pool with Turkish 
bath and electric ray machines, two smoking 
rooms, two lounging rooms, a beautifully fur- 
nished room for bridge players, and suite, 
known as the kaiser's suite, that cost some- 
thing like 10,000 bucks to bunk in. A copy 
of the ship's manifest showed over $80,000 
worth of wines in the ship — some haul for the 
customs officials! The stripping of the ship was 
estimated at close on to $1,000,000 in furni- 
ture, linens, silverware, etc. But it took more 
money than that to fix her up as a transport. 
In all the troop spaces, for instance (espe- 



cially on E Deck) were beautifully fitted out 
rooms with expensive furniture and finishings. 
The decks run from A to M. 

She had more than enough lifeboats and 
rafts to handle all the men on board. On her 
first trip as a U. S. transport Wall Street bet 
1 00 to 1 against her safe return. She was at- 
tacked twice by submarines — once on Decora- 
tion Day going into Brest and two days later 
coming out. When the British transport Jus- 
TICIAN was sunk in a running twenty-four-hour 
fight with six subs, the Germans thought they 
had the Leviathan and put on a premature 
celebration in Hunland. The Justician was an- 
other three-stacker and had similar camou- 
flage. 

The Leviathan's camouflage was the best 
ever camoufed, they claim. It was designed 
to give the enemy a wrong impression as to 
her course. Had she been torpedoed her 
"double skin" — she is the only ship with two 
hides — would have held her up for some time. 
Her wireless is the finest and strongest afloat — 
she can buzz some 2,200 miles. She has an 
iceberg alarm, regulated by water temperature, 
and a submarine detector operated electric- 
ally. Another electric alarm flashes if by any 
case the wrong engine maneuver is made. 

She has six ice machines, and her refrigera- 
tion is done by the circulating brine, sealed 
tube system. Six evaporators on board are ca- 
pable of distilling 250 tons (67,250 gallons) 
of water per day. Her string of dynamos look 
a block long and are capable of turning out 
enough juice in a day to last the city of Ho- 
boken a week. She has 76,000 square feet of 
floor space on D Deck alone. Her bridge is 
8 7 feet above the water. She carries eight six- 
inch guns. 

Altogether she's some craft, nest pas? 

And, oh yes, up until the armistice was 
signed she had carried 100,000 Yanks over. 
Twenty Leviathans could handle the whole 
A. E. F. tout suite. We were on her thirteenth 
westbound voyage, but no ill-luck crept 
aboard. We left Brest about sundown 
Wednesday, March 26th, and breezed in abso- 
lutely on schedule at 1 1 a. m. the next Tues- 
day. Think of a floating city such as this is, 
running ON THE DOT over the restless Atlantic! 



Our CKampiori Rumorist 



Speaking of rumors — what starts them, any- 
way? Where do they all come from? Some- 
body with a lively imagination must be behind 
the Moves We Never Take. Else where does 
the truck driver who has a brother who has 
a pal who drives a side-car for an H. Q. man 
who "is in a position to know" get all his in- 
formation? If the Men Higher Up don't talk 
— and we never caught them at it red-handed 
— somebody else must. Rumor, like any 
other on-rushing current, must have a source. 
Where is it? Who is it? We don't know. 




BUI Hnlme, H. Q. Co. 



But we have a man in the 
329th we will back against 
the A. E. F. as a rumorist 
of parts. 

He's no Baron Munchau- 
sen. He would probably 
think Ananias was the name 
of some embarkation camp. 
He just likes to see "how 
FAR dat RUMAH will go," and 
he could make a Jew whose 
store was burning down 



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without insurance, believe that the blaze was 
only a mirage or vice versa. It's a gift, same 
as his ability to take wireless faster than the 
man who invented it. 

You've g^uessed who he is by now, so we'll 
drag him out of the mess line for a formal in- 
troduction. Reader, meet Bill Hulme — Old 
Bill — with the eloquent finger tips and the 
aforementioned ability. 

Bill got his start back in the old days with 
the Free Press, where he used to absorb the 
Great Unlimited that floods in over an A. P. 



trunk line. He got impetus to his career when 
Headquarters Company grabbed him as the 
best operator that ever tickled a ticker. Doubt- 
less he got inspiration from the tell-tale air 
after that. Anyhow he never let things get to 
a stage of utter ennui with us. 

Came a lull in things to talk about. Bill sent 
out a few thought waves. Did our waiting 
hours drag, Bill buzzed them alive with some- 
thing worth talking over — if spun of the stuff 
that dreams are made of. Good Old Bill — 
the army would have been a duller grind with- 
out him! 



If Rumors Were True, THe Following 

Is Real Dope 



We are going to Germany and Russia, where 
we will board the Mauretania and Leviathan 
at Brest and Bordeaux, St. Nazaire and Liver- 
pool. We will draw 150 horses, no horses, 
motor trucks, 1,000 horses, 50 horses, bicycles 
and finally 1 1 horses, with which we will turn 
in our pieces at Belleville, Nancy, Toul and go 
into Germany. We will also take our 75's 
back to the States. The 

same ^th the pistols, ^^^^-^-—mm^^m^m^^ 
We will turn them in 
here (Pont-a-Mous- 
son), take them back 
to the States and turn 
them in when we are 
mustered out and be 
allowed to keep them 
when we get out of the 
army. 

Preparatory to the 
grand parade in New 
York, Washington, D. 
C, and Detroit, on the 
same day and the same 
hour — said hour and 
day will be nine, eleven 
and two o'clock on 
Christmas Day, Janu- 
ary 15 th, February 
22nd, Decoration Day 
and the Fourth of July. 

We are to rig out in ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ 
the following raiment 

and insignia — all of it: whipcord uniforms, 
the suits we are now wearing, serge uniforms, 
mackinaws, short pinch-backs, long pinch- 
backs, no overcoats, .leather jerkins, overseas 
caps, campaign hats and helmets, silk sox, 
woolen sox and cotton sox, spiral putties, cuff 
leggings, lace leggings and leather putties, also 
one pair each of russet zind trench shoes and 
rubber boots. 

Upon the right and left shoulder there will 
be a red and white "2" and the numeral "2" 
that should be on our left shoulder will be re- 
moved. The red CD will be sewed on the 



There is nothing like a rumor just 

to set the sans afire: 
They receive it, 
And believe it. 
Does it matter who's the liar? 

No, it doesn't. For as often as we 

hear of something new. 
Though it's doubted, 
It is shouted 
By our gossip-loving crew. 



and. 



collar, left sleeve, over the heart and 'round 
behind, above and below the belt. It will 
be the one color, red, simply designed and 
bordered with blue, white and green. 

We will demobilize at Camp Mills and Camp 
Custer, and, upon demobilization, will be given 
six months' pay, three months' pay, one 
month's pay and receive $1 00 from the people 

of Wayne County. 
— ^^— i^-^^— ^-^'— While these para- 

doxical events trans- 
pire we will remain in 
France until all the 
others of the A. E. F. 
are gone and then go 
home with the first 
300,000. After that it 
will become known 
that Germany is not 
yet licked and we w^ill 
stay here to finish the 
job. 

As regards to our 
movements before sail- 
ing, which will be next 
week and next year, 
we will mobilize at 
Pont - a - Mousson, Ri- 
maucourt and Toul; 
scatter to all parts of 
France and start to- 
^^^_^_^_^^^_^ morrow for the base 

ports and Luxembourg, 
where we will be a salvage outfit, be made 
into a doughboy unit, do M.P. duty and par- 
ade in Paris. 

Everything possible is being done to get us 
into the Army of Occupation and sail for home 
at once. All the officers are signing "Yes" to 
the questionnaire regarding their ■willingness to 
remain in the military service and scrambling 
over each other to get out of the army. 

But ours is the most splendid regiment in 
the army, and its personnel is the finest set 
of Americans in the world. This last is no 
rumor! — Frank Kunert of "A" Battery, with 
apologies to "The Highwayman." 



Conversation is a morsel, 

with greedy appetite, 
How we chew it. 
As we brew it. 
Be it daytime, be it night. 



Back in the States it started and 

continues o'er the foam, 
And we'll swally 
It, by golly. 
When we join the Soldiers' Home! 

A-h-h-h men-n ! 

— Stars and Stripes. 



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ARTILLERY 




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Dictionary 

Terms Even NoaH Doesn't Know 



Barrage Technically a sort o' curtain of shells — 

but in this case something you never lay down with- 
out careful study. 

F. A. Field Artillery when we are Fatigue Asso- 
ciation %vhen we've got Custer all policed up and are 
looking for new worlds to conquer — with shovel, 
broom or currycomb. 

Police Duty — Something far removed from the or- 
dinary bluecoat's duties. Men used to it might come 
nearer to landing a job on a metropolitan "Clean- 
Up Squad." For, while on it, you're liable to have 
to clean up anything. Usually associated with the 
old gag, "How's business? Picking up>" Policing 
up around camp is one of the 329tVs neatest accom- 
plishments. 

K. P. — Kitchen police (usually falls on the same 
Sunday your pass does). As a K. P. you police up, 
clean up and eat up what the other boys leave. 

S. P. — Stable police (used to last for a week in 
Custer; or longer than most city men will ever stay 
on a farm again). Admits you without fee to mem- 
bership in the Humane Society and increases your 
love of the genus equus. 

Mess — Old Army term. Itispired, no doubt, by 
the sight of some. 

Slum Cross between stew, a futurist landscape 

painting and utter culinary disgust. 

Brig — The Cooler (you're bound to cool down 
there) — the Old Cooties' Home — the Guardhouse. 
Tuition free, ordinarily, though some prefer to con- 
tribute to The Fund For Fatigued Bankrolls upon en- 
tering. Note to Home Folks: Many of the letters 
you got from there ^vere wrritten by the Guard, not 
the Guarded. 

Cootie The Ford among troublesome insects. Fre- 
quently goes Over The Top of your head without 

Preparation, as we say in Artillery. Officially recog- 
nized by the U. S. Government to the extent of sev- 
eral Mobile Bath Units. Application is quite moving, 
at that. 

O. D. — The color of the blouses and pants we 

read about. Also the Officer of the Day the man 

who keeps the Sergeant of the Guard awake all 
night looking for an inspection. 

Shavetail — Term originally applied to our friend 
the mule. Latterly used to denote a Second Lieu- 
tenant. 

Dovetail Misapplied term, because he is a peculiar 

species left hanging between a commission and an 
enlisted man's rank. Some call them Third Lieu- 
tenants. Anyway, they ■went to officers' school and 
qualified only to have that mean Kaiser quit. 

B. C. Battery Commander. Sometimes known 

privately as the Old Man, but generally saluted when 
you're looking for a favor. 

B. C. Detail Composed of men who are too wise 

to work. 

Goldbrick May be used as an adjective or a noun. 

When applied to a job it means one void of any ex- 
ertion except signing the pay-roll. Applied to indi- 
viduals it is a little more harsh and means a cam- 
ouflaged loafer. Derivation is obvious. 

(So Many) Rounds Sweeping Has nothing to do 

with the common and garden variety of broom. You 



do it to keep your shells from lighting all in on* 
place, according to the papers. 

Dud — A shell that fails to explode. A false alarm- 
Also the name of the. 328 F. A. Year Book. 

Up (So Much) — Down (So Much) — Not misplaced 
barroom language. Has to do with the . 

Corrector The little instrument you set fuses with 

so they won't be instrumental in a . 

Premature Burst — When a shell explodes before 

you want it to going or coming. Also when the 

eggs you've paid steen francs a dozen for crack 
open in the water you're soft-boiling them in. 

Stripes — Rank insignias that make noncoms cocky- 
Two and you're in a class with Napoleon ("Wasn't 
he once the Little Corporal?"). Three and you can 
butt into the mess line any place. Some places. The 
fatal rags that turn some good fellows into ugly 
bosses. 

Noncom — Short for the goats between given au- 
thority and assumed. Corp. Davis of Battery A de- 
fines the species as Non-concerned Officers. He's 
right when it comes to manual labor. 

Top Kick — Top because he's boss (straw variety) 
and kick because we frequently long to kick him as 
First Sergeant. 

Oui! Oui! — Answer to all remarks directed to you 
in French. Warning! Don't use it, however, wrhen 
confronted with the statement "Tout American — mil- 
lionaires!" 

Fineesh — Answer given by all French storekeep- 
ers in response to a request for anything — to eat. 
Never appropriate at a banquet. 

"Bull" — Used to mean idle language. Now "Tlie 
Makin's" as doled out by Uncle Sam in the name of 
smoking tobacco. No use carrying it home for Uncle 
Bill's pipe you won't even get a draw. 

Chow^ — Eats, regular or National Army. The 
edibles (?), prepared or merely canned, that taught 
us how to cultivate messkit dexterity. 

Sick Call Many call but few get the desired an- 
swer. When we know we ought to get "Quarters" 
and get marked "Duty," with pills every three hours. 

Plaster Not what falls on you from the ceiling 

of a shelled French billet — ^but the fine that knocks 
your (prospective) bankroll flat. 

Buck Private The tough and pack-hardened foun- 
dation upon which our army is built. Common but 
by no means ordinary soldier. The man who can 
never be convinced that a Noncom's lot isn't hap- 
pier than his. 

A. W. O. L. — Translated literally means Absent 
Without Leave. But translated into court martial 
terms it means a "plaster" at least. 

S. O. L. Two chaplains once got to arguing what 

this meant and when they asked a Buck Private to 
decide for them he got arrested for indecent dis- 
closure. So we'll say that it might mean Sweet On 
Lizzie or something indefinite like that. 

Reading — Used to mean what it says. Now re- 
fers to the exciting and sometimes not futile indoor 
sport of looking over your undershirt for cooties. 
You start at the bottom of a seam and read up and 
vice versa, etc., etc., punctuating %vith appropriate 
remarks. 



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Retrospection and Foresig'Ht 

Backward, turn backward, O Time in thy spin, 
Give me serge trousers to cover my shin. 
* Cut out of Fashion the spiral puttee. 
Blot from my memory fatigue and K. P. 
Give me again my spring mattress and bed. 
Make me forget all the beans I've been fed. 
Give me a surplus of pork chops and cake, 
Ice cream and pudding, with gravy and steak. 
Censor forever the bacon, and "ban" 
Bully beef as food for a real fighting man. 
Bring back the scenes that have passed in a swirl. 
Filled with fond hopes and a beautiful girl. 
No roll call, no guard mount, my spirit ran high. 
And my thoughts seemed to flutter like a flashy necktie. 
Give me, O Time, my old office once more. 
With my "Top Kick" as mopper, to mop up the floor. 
Give me my Captain as chief office boy, 
Then the rest of my life will be fluent with joy. — M. F. W. 



•52 — 



Biog'raphies 

and 
Org'ariizatioii 

Histories 



The 329tl\ Field Artillery 

Born in the fragfrance of Freedom's bloom, 

Led by Democracy's growing might, 
Yearning to give its youthful strength 

To vanquish a foe who scorned the right. 

Steady it grew in mass and skill. 

Learning the war art well and fine, 
Willing to sacrifice life and limb. 

It matched its strength 'gainst the German line. 

Dauntless and daring, it forged ahead. 

Scorning the dangers of gas and shell. 
Manning the pieces, it gave the foe 

A rolling barrage for a German Hell. 

Then Victory's form rose out of the din. 

And the battle-scarred banner of Justice, long furled. 

Unfolded its beauty yet damped with blood 

To the Peace-loving eyes of a war-worn world. 

M. F. WETZEL, Sgt. 1st CI. MD., U. S. Army. 



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Our Commanding' Officer 




Colonel Tillman O. Campbell 



Colonel Tillman O. Campbell, commanding 
officer of the Three Hundred and Twenty- 
ninth Field Artillery, began his military career 
in the army of the United States Volunteers as 
a first sergeant in a company of infantry mobil- 
ized in his native state of Arkansas. 

Previous to his first honorable discharge in 
February of 1 899, he was promoted from first 
sergeant to sergeant major, and to the rank of 
second lieutenant, U. S. V. In July of 1 900 
Colonel Campbell re-enlisted in the same or- 
ganization as a first lieutenant, serving until 
April of 1901 as battalion adjutant and regi- 
mental commissary officer of the Thirty-third 
Infantry, U. S. V. 

In May of 1901 he enlisted in the regular 
army of the United States as a second lieuten- 
ant in the artillery corps, and was assigned to 
duty in the Coast Artillery as a commissary 
officer. After seven months of service in this 
capacity he was transferred to the Field Ar- 
tillery, where he was commissioned a first lieu- 
tenant in the second battery. 

Until November of 1905 Colonel Campbell 
remained with the Field Artillerv. He was 
returned to service in the Coast Artillery, re- 
ceiving a commission as captain in January of 
1907. In the same year, and as a captain he 
was returned, this time with permanent as- 
signment to the Field Artillery. 



Between 1907 and 1917 Colonel Camp- 
bell served with the Second, Third and Sixth 
Artillery in the commissary and quartermaster 
departments. It was during this period of 
service that he was advanced to the rank of 
major. 

When the Three Hundred and Twenty-ninth 
Field Artillery was organized Colonel Camp- 
bell was chosen to command the regiment. 
He was commissioned a colonel on August 
5th, 1917, and assigned to and joined the 
regiment on September 1 2th, 1917, remaining 
in command until its demobilization at Camp 
Custer in April, 1919. 

Of the twenty years of service seen by 
Colonel Campbell five were spent on foreign 
soil. In September of 1 899 he was ordered 
with his company to the Philippines, where he 
remained on active duty until his recall a year 
later. Again, ten years later, he was ordered 
to the scene of action in the Philippines and 
remained until September of 1914. 

From the time the 329th sailed to France, 
Colonel Campbell remained always with his 
regiment. Through the training period in 
French camps and to the front he was always 
with the men. Be it said in behalf of the lead- 
ership that we had, from comment by those 
competent to judge, our regiment when 
weighed in the balance was never found want- 
ing. 



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Major I^otHrop 



Some are born officers, 
some achieve commissions 
and some have commis- 
sions thrust upon them. 
That was true in this 
man's army, anyway, and 
Major George V. N. 
Lothrop was an officer of 
the first variety — he was 
(and is) a "born leader" 
of men. To say that the 
regiment would have fol- 
lowed him to hell in the 
toughest STRAFING that 
Heine ever laid down is 
not a high-sounding state- 
ment but a fact. 

We loved this quiet, 
clean-cut master of artil- 
lery. Although he never 
fig:ured on it, he had the 
range and deflection for 
a direct hit on our affec- 
tions. We pulled the lan- 
yard on him ourselves. 

Back in the pioneer 
days, when the Major (he 
was Captain Lothrop 
then) first took the report 
of Lieutenant Carnahan 
as Acting Top Kick and 
bade us snap to attention, 
w^e opined, "That man's 
a SOLDIER ! You can see 
it and sort o' feel it." As 
time wore on, this first im- 
pression never faded but 
strengthened into the 
aforementioned affection, 
universally. Here was our 
idea of a soldier, a gentle- 
man and a scholar. 

It was Major Lothrop 
who gave us a talk when 
we were altogether in old 
Barracks 399 and said: 

"Our country, for a 
number of years, has been 
getting more and more a 





Major Geo. V. N. Lothrop 

Captain Moore tells one on Major Lothrop 
that U considered altogether too good to keep. 
It seems that the major ■went rowing one day 
— just by way of tribute to his old rowing ex- 
perience with the Princeton crew and the De- 
troit Boat Club, and incidentally to take a young 

lady fishing and eventually dropped anchor 

somewhere in the neighborhood of Custer. He 
was surprised and deeply chagrined, upon 
starting back, that he could make no progress 
whatsoever. Bringing all his skill and muscle 
into play, he rowed and rowed and rowed, but 
progressed not a metre. About the time he 
^vas becoming convinced that he was losing his 
punch as an oarsman, he happened to think of 
the anchor. It was still overboard. 



hodge-podge of nationali- 
ties. This army is going to change all that; 
to show you that you are all Americans. 
Why, I know two men right up the line from 
here, one worth two millions, the other stony 
broke. The one who hasn't any money is go- 
ing to learn that the rich one isn't any piker, 
and vice versa. You are going to be better 
men when you go back home. This v^ar is 
going to bind you together. This nation is 
going to be unified after the war into the 
greatest, best nation the world has ever seen." 
It was this same Major who told the papers 
when we got back that there "never was any- 



thing like the way our 
boys put their shoulders 
to the wheel and carried 
on in dust or mud, and 
without show or com- 
plaint." 

We ask you, could we 
help being strong for a 
man like that? 

He gave the Other Fel- 
low credit. 

That was his style. 
Came as natural to him as 
figuring firing data. He 
had a good word for every 
worthy project that came 
up. His share in making 
this book possible was a 
noteworthy one. He was 
a booster without a band. 

Speaking biographical- 
ly, George V. N. Lothrop 
was born about 36 years 
ago in Detroit. He grad- 
uated from Princeton, 
where he distinguished 
himself scholastically and 
on the crew. He went to 
Fort Sheridan at the first 
call for officers (leaving 
the sort of business they 
write novels about) and 
qualified for a captaincy 
right off the bat. 

He w^as ranking officer 
at the time all the skele- 
ton organizations were 
housed under one roof 
and later commanding 
officer of Headquarters 
Company. In November, 
1917, he went to Fort Sill 
and came back a major. 

He was a student of 
everything — the time, the 
job and the men. And 
he took to artillery like 
a mud hen to the Missis- 
sippi. If there was any- 



body who knew more 
about the American and British pieces — and 
the way to tame them — than he did, you'd find 
him out looking for that individual. Same 
thing applied to the French 75's and methods 
on the other side. He was a genuine learner, 
and as such he made an admirable teacher. 

Absolutely fearless under fire, he went out 
to help some linemen fix a wire one night when 
things were hotter than they'd ever been — and 
recommended them for a decoration, later on. 

He's all man — and we wouldn't want to 
forget him in after years, even if we could. 



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Our Adjutant 



"O Captain! Our Captain! 
The goal, at last, is won! 
The ship has weathered ev'ry rack. 
The job we got is done " 

"Well, Captain, as a man who had a lion's 
share in bringing the Good Ship 329 safe into 
port, what have you got to say for yourself?" 

"Nothing." 

"You could have answered that in more 
words." 

"Right. But words are not my business." 

"Very well; we'll leave that to the 'Barrage' 
staff. How do you plead to the charges of 
being the best known and most popular officer 
in the regiment?" 

"Not guilty." 

"The court of General Opinion will decide 
that — a court made up of de-chevroned non- 
coms, brig regulars, scared sergeants of the 
guard, possible and impossible orderlies and 
all the rest who like you in spite of hell. That's 
all — except you might leave an account of 
your military activities before you light the 
pipe again." 

Name — Captain O. Brady — O. for Oscar. 

Born — Yes. 

Occupation — Soldier. (Insert by the ed- 
itor to the effect that they don't make 'em any 
better, any snappier, or of any more soldierly 
bearing. At guard-mount it makes you 
straighten your shoulders to watch him.) 

Previous Condition of Servitude — (We'll 
shoot it just as we got it and then try to Bos- 
well it a little.) 3 years 9 days 60th Co. C. A. 
C. and 14th Batt'ry F. A. Dec. 28, 1899, to 
Jan. 6, 1903. Discharged as Stable Sergeant. 
Character excellent. 3 years, 1 8 th Battery 
F. A.— Jan. 28, 1903, to Jan. 2 7, 1906. Dis- 
charged as I St Sergeant. Character excellent. 
3 years 18th Batt'rv and Batt'ry "B," 2nd 
F. A. Jan. 28, 1906, to Jan 27, 1909. Dis- 
charged as 1 st Sergeant. Character excellent. 
3 years Batt'rv "B," 2nd F. A. Jan. 28, 1909, 
to Jan. 27, 1912. Discharged as 1st Sergeant. 
Character excellent. 3 years B^tteries "B " 
and "C." 2nd F. A. Jan. 28. 1912, to Jan. 
27, 1915. Discharged as 1st Sergeant. Charac- 
ter excellent. 2 years, 3 months, 1 5 days Bat- 
teries "C," 2nd F. A., and "B," 4th F. A. 
Discharged as 1 st Sergeant, July 13, 1 9 1 7, to 
accept commission as temporary 2nd Lieuten- 
ant of Field Artillery. Character excellent. Ap- 
pointed Captain of Field Artillery, August, 
1917. On 1st of October, made Adjutant of 
329th F. A. 

That's all. (Only we might add parenthet- 
ically, that any man who can be a top sergeant 
for 1 5 years and stay a human being is "there" 
more wavs than one.) 

He's an old artillery man, all right; he's 
been through the mill — several of them — in 
the course of that twenty years' continuous 
service. He served in Cuba, ■with the Army of 



Cuban Pacification; he was in the Philippines 
during the Insurrection Period — part of the 
time in the fire-eating Moro country, where he 
helped Colonel Scott gain immortality. 

Captain Brady was in the engagement of 
Laksawana Usop and also took part in the 
Cotta of Pang-Pang; another get-' em-' fore- 




Captain Oscar Brady 

they-get-you encounter of the Insurrection. 
His outfit used the light Vickers-Maxim Moun- 
tain Gun. A man named Hassan was the 
Villa among the Filipinos and he caused a lot 
of trouble before Uncle Sam disposed of him. 

Later, under General Pershing, he went into 
Mexico after Villa himself. 

Now for a word about the man as we size 
him up. We have always had profoundest 
admiration for the man who could handle dig- 
nity as though it didn't bother him, and lay it 
aside on the right occasion. Such a man must 
either be a genius or a royal good fellow. Cap- 
tain O. Brady is "considable of both," as our 
cullud neighbor would put it. 

Witness the time the cows came to guard- 
mount — back in the old round square at Pont- 
a-Mousson. Dignity fell that day but came up 
standing at parade rest. Picture the solemn 
occasion. The Captain, in his immemorial 
manner, had gone through the ceremony he 
always loved best in super-military fashion. 
Things were going smoothly. No false moves 
had marred the scene. Everything was ready 
for "Sound OFF!" as only the Captain can give 
it. He gave it. And straightway with the 
music of the band there 'rose a fearsome med- 
ley! A Frenchman had driven his herd of 
cows upon the scene of action. Squarely be- 



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mih^mJ-. 



tween the guard and the adjutant they strag- 
gled, mooing inelegantly the while. Curiously 
they nosed the O. D.'s Sam Browne as he 
stood at fancy parade rest. Lumberingly they 
passed in review. 

Did the Captain falter? 
Did he explode? He did 
not. He held his post 
with a look as though to 
say, "Brother in blue, it's 
lucky a cere- 
mony like this 
has no meaning 
in your life. 
You'd owe 
Uncle Sam — 
from now on." 

Even when 
the band coun- 
termarched di- 
rectly into some 
bovine coun- 
tenances and 
halted, he stuck 
it out. And when the cows moved on, so did 
guard-mount, just as though nothing had hap- 
pened. Quite a feat to carry martial dignity 
through so trying a test! No? Try it. 

Of the humor and human-ness of this man 
a volume could be written. A record of the 
"hot ones" he pulled in court would convulse 



A^^ 



f_J_ 



a continent. (Sample this page.) Here let's 
recall the wit of him, the infinite patience and 
understanding of him under a mask of military 
severity. His utter impartiality; his wealth of 
army experience. Up through 
the ranks he came to a point 
where the making or breaking of 
a good many young Americans 
was in his hands. He never fell 
down for Uncle Sam or for The 

Boys. He 

could "loos- 









n 







en up' 


and 


read a 


New 


Year's 


joke 


about 


him- 



STRICTLY FORMAL!?? Pont-^-Mouis.m Jan 1619 



self with as 
much relish 
as any; he 
could — and 
would — 
answer any 
question i n 
the spirit it 
w^ a s asked. 
He could 
even sing a tuneless solo at a party and get 
away with it — could Captain O. Brady. Which 
moves us to warble: 

"You'll never miss the Army, 

But remember when you're old: 

This hard-boiled SEEMING soldier 

With the heart inside of gold." 




(^e SPICE / STKIFE ^ 

or ' 

Bon Mots a h Brad] 



NOT GUILTY, SIR- 
YOUR HONOR 




NOT A DOUBT OF IT, BUCK 
-YOUR PAY knows! 



Not the least famous of our 329th institu- 
tions was the Summary Court Martial as con- 
ducted, spiced and "financed" by Captain 
Oscar Brady. It gained its fame, not so much 
from the plasters* there applied, the stripes* 
there removed, or the unerring justice there 
administered — but from the BON MOTS, as the 
French call 'em pulled by our solemn adju- 
tant as judge. For cracking a good one with- 
out cracking a smile he was — and is — without 
a peer. Our only regret is that a stenographer 
could not have policed up at least a few of his 
court quips as they fell : 

There's the time a private was up for having 
been A. W. O. L.* in Nancy. "Have a good 
time?" queried the Captain. "No-o, sir," said 
the Buck. "Too bad," said the Captain, "you 
won't have another chance for one." With 
which reflection the private agreed when he 



looked over the guardhouse that night. 

Another A. W. O. L., a corporal, came up 
cautiously to meet his fate. "What've you got 
to say for yourself?" boomed the Captain. 

"Well, sir, I'm the 'oldest' corporal in the 
regiment." 

Captain Brady: "No you're not, you're the 
newest private." 

A certain Buck w^as up for insubordination, 
or whatever they call it when you sass a non- 
com. The Captain had the floor: "The maxi- 
mum penalty for disobedience of a non-com- 
missioned officer is three months' imprison- 
ment and two months' pay." (Business of 
private registering deep sorrow.) "I'll just 
split the difference with you and fine you $10 
— (Business of relief replacing sorrow.) — a 
month for three months." (Mostly sorrow.) 

Charges were preferred against a husky buck 



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private for refusal to pick up a horse's feet. 
(Necessary evil in France to keep the chevaux 
from working over the map. ) He advised the 
Captain that he refused because he was afraid 
of being kicked by the horse. 

"Did he ever kick you before?" 

"No, sir." 

"Ever kick anybody else?" 

"Not that I know of, sir." 

"Humph! You might at least have tried to 
pick 'em up." The Captain leaned back and 
slowly twirled his mustache, first on one side 
then on the other. Mr. Buck trembled anx- 
iously. "Well, now, that'll cost you $40 — $10 
a foot — damn good thing it wasn't a centi- 
pede!" 

A private who had spent some time in the 
hospital was hailed into court for something 
or other at his battery. TTie Captain welcomed 
him with: "You must like to be IN some- 
where. You didn't like it at the hospital — ," 

"No. sir." 

"And you don't like it at your battery — ?" 

"No, sir." 

Violent twitches on the judicial mustache. 



"I see. Well, we've got a place all fixed up 
for you." (Turning to the guard.) "Take him 
to the guardhouse! Maybe he'll like it there." 

One man was up for having imbibed too 
much "white lightnin' " otherwise known as 
"Four, Point Seven," and called coney-yack 
by parleyvooing Yankees. 

"Guilty or not guilty?" broke the fearsome 
silence. 

Sir, " said the bibulous one soberly, "I was 
drunk." 

"You could have answered that in two 
words!" And the mustache twirled for the 
government. 

There's a difference between being A. W. 
O. L. in the States and over in France, accord- 
ing to the Captain. He believes in Overseas 
Rates. After inquiring of a certain run-a-way 
whether he had a good time, etc., he leaned 
back, puffed two or three times on his trusty 
briar and declared: "Well, that would cost 
you $80 in the States — $10 Over Here." And 
the private went wondering how many francs 
it takes to make ten dollars. 



*See our artillery dictionary, page 5 1 . 



Cadman of tHe Croix de Guerre 



Ever know that the good old 329th came 
home with a genuine Croix de Guerre man in 
its midst? You probably didn't if you waited 
for LE CAPITAINE to advise you of it himself. 
He's so doggone modest we couldn't even 
catch him wearing his decoration. Somebody 
tipped us off, however, and we tracked Cap- 
tain Cadman to his lair in Camp D'Auvours 
and got the dope — all he'd give us, anyway. 
You'll probably recall that Captain Paul F. 
Cadman joined us early in January, 1919, as 
2nd Battalion Adjutant. Nobody knew much 
about him, except that he handled French like 
a native and must have seen considerable 
service — beaucoup, as it turned out. For he 

started in 
way back 
in March, 
1917, with 
the French 
army. He 
served with 
them for 8 
months in 
the T. M. U. 
1 33 (heavy 
artillery) and 
saw action 
during that 
time at 
Verdun on 
through 
Soissons. He 
held the 
rank of ASPI- 

C»pt. Pan! P. Cadman RANT. 




On November 1 , 1917, Uncle Sam claimed 
him and he joined the 2nd Division, U. S. A., 
immediately as a 2nd Lieutenant. He was up 
front with the 2nd from February until the 
last of October, 1 9 ! 8 ; from the Troyon Sector 
to Voisdevelleau to the American attack south 
of Soissons, and from St. Mihel (he was in the 
famous St. Mihel drive) on to the Meuse-Ar- 
gonne offensive. He was made a First Lieu- 
tenant in February, 1918; and a Captain in 
July, taking added responsibilities as opera- 
tions officer on the staff. Verily he had been 
through the mill when Fritzie decided enough 
is too much. 

Here is a translation of the order Marshall 
Petain put through in December, awarding the 
celebrated Cross of War to Captain Cadman: 



General Headquarters of 
The French Armies of the East 
Staff 
Order No. 12.569 "D" (Extract) 

Upon the approval of the General, Commander-in- 
Chief of the American Expeditionary Forces in 
France, the Marshal of France, Commander-in-Chief 
of the French Armies of the East, cites to the Order 
of the Army Corps, 

Captain Paul F. Cadman, of the 2nd Artillery Brigade: 
"During the attack on Blanc-Mount and during the 
days following he obtained important information on 
the situation of the enemy, and evidenced a remark- 
able devotion. He served as an example to all those 
around him." 

At General Headquarters, 26 December, 1918, 

The Marshal of France, 

Commander-in-Chief of the French Armies of the East 

PETAIN 



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M^a 




ur 



A certain writer on psycho-analysis is au- 
thority for the statement that "the world is a 
richer, better and happier place for its men 
of girth." Chaplain Sorensen isn't a Fat 'Un 
— he only weighs 220 ringside — but the rest 
of the quotation belongs to him as much as 
to any big, good-natured chap that ever added 
his quota to the world's aggregate of joy. He 
has worked unceasingly to make the army a 
better and a happier place for us fellows to 
be; and, like all workers for the spiritual and 
intellectual side, he has builded better than he 
knew. 

We can remember the first time we met this 
big, blond Viking from out Montana way. It 
was on Christmas eve, 1 9 1 7 — our first in the 
army. Winter was abroad in the land ; but 
things were fairly cozy in the lower room of 
the annex as we gathered around the furnace 
to wait for "the New Chaplain." We looked 
for a bearded patriarch or some sort of^ 
"preacher guy," but he didn't come. Instead 
an athletic, wholesome sort of chap stamped 
in, shaking the snow from his mackinaw^. 
"Glad to know you, boys," and our "same 
to you" has carried all the way to hell and 
back. 

Chaplain Sorensen was once an advertising 
and display man in the Windy City. But he 
always favored the direct appeal more than 
the indirect, so he threw away his ad. books 
one day and took up theological work instead 
— something he could put his whole soul into. 
After finishing his course at the Theological 
Seminary of Grandview^ College, Des Moines, 
he hiked for the wilds of Montana and did 
school missionary work out there. The bas- 
ketball and football he had played in college 
days made broncho busting compatible with 
msiking the rounds gently. 

We neglected to state that the Chaplain was 



Chaplain- 




born in Grayling, Michigan, a Wolverine town 
that has been the scene of many military activi- 
ties. Maybe that's where he got his hunch 
for army work. Anyway, he applied for a 
commission as Chaplain in Omaha in the fall 
of 1917 and, after examination, was ordered 
to report to Custer immediately. We have 
always been glad that he had jitney fare 
enough to get him out as far as the 329th. 

His w^ork vsfith this regiment has been an 
inspiration to us all. He isn't the conventional 
"Holy Joe." He doesn't stand on ceremony. 
He keeps pegging along, rain or shine, and the 
things he finds to do — always thinking of 
somebody else — are a caution. He has al- 
ways held Bible classes, no matter how^ dis- 
couraging the circumstances ; in Cbetquidan he 
held services every Sunday in the "Y" ; in 
Pont-a-Mousson he put the old shell-shocked 
church back into shape and held services there. 

On the boat coming over he dug up enter- 
tainment somehow. Afterwards he sat up into 
the wee sma' hours of many nights helping 
censor the 6,000 letters that were written on 
shipboard. At Messac, when we w^ere liter- 
ally Robinson Crusoed for smokes, etc., he got 
hold of a motorcycle side-car from the Na- 
tional Lutheran Commission and carried can- 
teen supplies to all the batteries. Want a 
book to read? Some writing paper? Pen 
and ink, etc.? See Chaplain Sorensen. Want 
seven dozen packages of helmets censored? 
See the Chaplain. Want to write a tender 
love note to your best girl, and don't want 
the "Lute" to read it? See the Chaplain. 

We'll never forget his recreation room at 
Pont-a-Mousson — it was "Open House" to 
everybody. Wherever he vrent he got set 
somehow and brightened the corner vs^here we 
were. 

The Chaplain's Own Story 

Army regulations specify that the duties of 
the Chaplain shall be to hold religious wor- 
ship, to take full charge of all educational 
work, visit hospitals and perform such other 
duties as his office will require. 

Regulations are very brief in stating what 



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HIS WOKK 




his duties are, but this does not in the least 
indicate that there is but little to do. It is, of 
course, very natural to consider the service of 
religious teaching as one of the foremost duties 
of a chaplain, and unless this be made a pri- 
mary duty one is apt to conclude that there 
be a serious lacking in his service. When one 
accepts the responsibility of administering to 
the spiritual needs of men he is confronted 
with one of the greatest tasks with which one 
can be entrusted, and the performance of this 
duty requires great tact, especially in the army 
where so many men are grouped together — 
men of many minds and different ideas. 

In the early days at Camp Custer 1 was 
greatly assisted in my work by the Y. M. C. A. 
religious secretary, Mr. J. Gardner, of Hut No. 
1269. Mr. Gardner had already made some 
efforts in establishing Bible classes in the regi- 
ment and two small groups ■were already upon 
a good working basis, so in accordance with 
this plan 1 made my first talk in the recreation 
room in Battery A when nearly half the bat- 
tery attended. I continued meeting small 
groups from each battery either in their rec- 
reation room or mess hall until I had can- 
vassed the entire regiment, and was very favor- 
ably impressed with the spirit and co-opera- 
tion accorded me. The regiment has always 
given splendid co-operation when called upon 
to do so. 

The Y. M. C. A. Hut No. 1269 served as 
our Temple of Worship. It also served as a 
music hall, theatre, writing room, club and 
home. It was very natural indeed that when 
a soldier sought this hut for so many of his 
needs that when the Sabbath came he would 
also come there and worship together with his 
comrades. It became our custom to consider 
the Sunday morning service as the Chaplain's 
service, and attendance was voluntary. Sun- 
day evening was set aside for song service. 
At this time the hut was usually crowded to 
the utmost, the singing was ■wonderful and full 



of inspiration. A soldier audience is critical. 
The soldier soon displays his like or dislike 
in the matter of a speaker, and many were 
the times when a speaker attempting to be 
popular found his audience leaving the room. 
The soldier does not care for a faker, and least 
of all for one who attempts to disguise his 
teaching under some different subject about 
the Master. When the soldier worships he 
comes for help and inspiration, and only when 
he finds this presented straight from the shoul- 
der does he really care to listen. Always 
when men speak of God men will listen and 
think. 

After the ideal conditions of Camp Custer 
were left behind on July 1 8th, we met with 
other environments which were not nearly so 
comfortable. At Camp Mills our religious ac- 
tivities ■were all held in one of the big tents 
supplied by the Y. M. C. A. It is noteworthy 
that at this camp the largest attendance ever 
had at a communion service was witnessed. 
Several baptisms were performed at this place. 
. The Chaplain now began to realize that the 
men placed more confidence in him and also 
that they had more need of him than during 
the days at Custer. While on board ship our 
services were held under great difficulty owing 
to space, but in spite of this and wind and 
rain, men gathered to hear the words of the 
Gospel read to them and to join in singing 
hymns of praise. It was a most impressive 
scene to gaze into the upturned faces as they 
listened. Amid the quaint surroundings of 
Messac, France, the Sunday morning services 
were held in a field surrounded by a hedge, 
with the band to furnish music, a bully beef 
box serving as a pulpit. Even the peasants 
gathered around, attracted, of course, by the 
music and songs. This was our first service 
in France. At Camp Coetquidan we were 
given better conditions for our ■worship, the 
Y. M. C. A. having a very large auditorium, 
well fitted for such use. The Chaplain was 



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given many opportunities at this point to come 
into very close personal contact with the men 
of the regiment, for there were many needs 
to be met, questions to be answ^ered, favors 
to be done. After leaving Camp Coetquidan, 
we were forced to adjust ourselves to varying 
conditions which at most times were not at all 
ideal, but we made good use of whatever space 
was accorded us. In Rimaucourt and Humber- 
ville a hostelry served as a recreation room and 
chapel, a harness room as office. As we drew 
nearer the front the battalions separated and 
the batteries were more scattered. A Sunday 
service wzis held in Bouillionville in a Red 
Cross canteen. The following Sunday, Nov. 
1 0th, the ruined church which formerly had 
been used by the Germans was now serving 
our need. It is worth mentioning that at this 
service we were all forced to stand, the Ger- 
mans having removed all benches, all other 
furnishings of the church, and in various ways 
used them in decorating the graves of their 
dead, who were buried in the German ceme- 
tery on the side of a hill near the edge of the 
village. The wooden bench ends were con- 
verted into headboards, the remainder of the 
bench being used for a similar purpose ; but 
as the end of the benches made the most elab- 
orate headboard they were used especially for 
those who had been honored with an iron 
cross. Evidently the Germans had no inten- 
tion of ever leaving this area, for all manner 
of means were used in beautifying their billets 
and making them comfortable. The Chap- 
lain's writing room and postoflflce in the rear 
room of the regimental hearquarters was for- 
merly used by the Germans for the same pur- 
pose, as the sign, "Soldatenheim," over the 
door, indicated. 

From Bouillionville our regiment moved to 
Pont-a-Mousson, where another ruined church 
served as our house of worship. We found 



the church in a bad state of ruin, but cleaned 
away the debris and established ourselves 
there. Here we held our first Sunday morn- 
ing service after the armistice had been signed. 
From then on the regular services w^ere con- 
tinued during our stay at Pont-a-Mousson. The 
most unique service held here was that on 
Christmas eve. At a time when all nature 
seemed most lonesome and forlorn came the 
wonderful Christmas with all its great prep- 
aration for the celebration of good cheer. 
Through the regiment there was activity every- 
where. Christmas came, bringing with it the 
first snowfall. This added greatly to the 
Christmas spirit. Early in the evening after 
darkness had closed in on the ruined village 
the old church bells rang out the old, old mes- 
sage of peace on earth, good will to men. 
They had been silent for four years, and the 
message they now rang seemed to be more 
significant than ever. Soon the soldiers began 
to gather, and as they entered the ruined edi- 
fice each was given a lighted candle by which 
light they could read from the hymn books. 
The church had been decorated with ever- 
greens. Trees with lighted candles on either 
side of the improvised pulpit, everything add- 
ing to the Christmas joy. There was a very 
jubilant note in the songs of the evening, and 
good cheer filled every man's heart. The spirit 
of Christmas alw^ays comes with a pow^er that 
reaches all, and makes all ■want to be more 
like Him who came to the world that night 
ages long ago. 

When all is said and done there will have 
been many a soldier who has come through 
this affair stronger in the faith in his God. He 
will also have learned to be of help to the 
weaker brother, and in this service will meet 
with praise from Him who rules us all. 

• CHAPLAIN SORENSEN. 




Interior of Church at Font-a-Mousson 
— 62 — 



Keeping' tKe Letter Job Smiling 




Cpl. Q. W. 
Cromer 



It is tradition that public humorists are 
often private crabs. Undertakers often make 
model husbands. Ordinarily, by the same 
token, the man who passes out mail to palpi- 
tating thousands does it with a grouch and a 
sigh. A yellow letter, torn and 
dim, a letter is to him — and 
nothing more. 

Our mail or- 
derlies drew a 
different inspi- 
ration from 
their letter job, 
somehow; 
at least put a 
different spirit 
into it. They 
liked to dive in 
and haul out 
mail for The 

Boy» — and thereby hangs a 
tale. 

You know, this letter-writ- 
ing and receiving proposition is one of the 
most remarkable servants of mankind. It 
has grown to be more than that: it is a 
power and an all-pervading influence. Far 
off in Longhorn, Texas, a gray-haired little 
lady works paunfully on a letter to her 
son in France. He's somewhere Over There 
— he couldn't say just where — but this will 
reach him and tell him that mother's with 
him of course. If only he'd write oftener 
himself! But the letter he gets brings cheer 
and comfort. His slow reply brings solace in 
spite of its bleak contents. Up in Illinois a 
tobacco worker puts her address in a can of 
Velvet and reads heroic modesty into the blunt 
O. D. reply. Down in Mobile a colored lassie 
thrills at her Sambo's account of capturing the 
kaiser. Letters! Letters! If the home folks 
knew how^ much theirs have meant to us! If 
we knew how welcome "Soldiers' Mail" was 
to them — well, just another digression before 
wre get back to the boys w^ho handled the 329th 
mail. 

A wreck of a town — 4,000 miles from any- 
where, as far as we're concerned. Billets in 
an old schoolhouse. Night has fallen, leaving 
the place a black, shadow-ridden hull. A door 
opens and slams in the silence. "Mail!" comes 
the call that none can resist. There is a rush 
and a scramble. Hobnails hustle along hoary 
halls. Voices echo "Mail! Mail!" A light 
appears. Someone holds the lantern while 
we crowd around the man with the mail. It 
is a never-to-be-forgotten picture. The flick- 
ering light, the eager faces. There is a hum 
of anticipation, a thrill of expectancy. Then 
silence — a hush for the first name to be called. 
"Here!" booms out the jubilant answer. The 
crowd laughs, and the greatest of all army 





Cpl. H. J. 
7UU0& 



games is on. Maybe you' win that night; 
maybe you lose, but there's always the con- 
solation, "Somewhere there's beaucoup mail 
for me." 

And now for the tale we left hanging. Cor- 
porals George W. Cromer 
and H. J. Fillion have been 
our mail dis- 
pensers since 
Custer was a 
corn field. By 
the 22nd of 
September, 
1917, they were 
established i n 
regular P. O. 
fashion, and 
since then have 
collected and 
distributed mail 
in everything from a depot to 
a damp abri. 

They set up in the rain at 
Fliery Woods. A boche aviator fired on 
Cromer while he was bicycling our mail be- 
tween Bouillionville and Pannes. Fillion is 
said to have caught a German "dud" in a mail 
sack. 

In the course of our travels they sorted un- 
limited bundles; figured out countless impos- 
sible addresses; stamped an average of 3,500 
outgoing letters a week in France; redirected 
and rehandled much transfer mail; grew gray 
hairs trying to find the right A. P. O. to draw 
mail from; and answered ten million different 
questions — or rather the same one ten million 
times, "Is there any mail for me?" — with nary 
a kick or a grumble. 

Of course, said work was just their plain 
duty as we look at it in the army. As sol- 
diers, they wouldn't want any bouquets for 
duty done and we don't propose to hand them 
any on that score. But we like the spirit they 
brought to their work. They took cheer for 
others out of mail bags and made friends with 
their own steady cheerfulness. 

High, low. Jack and the General looked all 
alike to them when it came to courtesy. You 
might haunt their office with no other purpose 
than to wish for mail. But you were never 
met with a grouch or a slam. You might 
bother them to distraction inquiring after that 
letter which hadn't had time to come. But 
if they felt any resentments they kept them 
to themselves. 

In other words, they kept smiling and made 
us all feel better for it. Which, in our opinion, 
is a real achievement on any job in the army, 
let alone on one that everybody considers 
his own particular business. 



— 63 — 



A-Servin' of His Majesty, King Clean 




At ease, gentle 
reader, while we 
pass a well-known 
character in review. 
You won't have to 
get up as he passes 
— as the only bars 
he has control of are 
those on the guard- 
house windows. Just 
take it from us, he's 
a regular fellow, is 
Gilbert D. Crook, 

senior color sergeant of the regiment. 

Crook is above all things a diplomat. He 

had to be on the provost sergeant's work that 

fell his w^ay. It was 

*Gil, get this, 

Gil, get that; 

And Gilbert, how's the wood? 

And how much would 

A pris'ner cut 

If pris'ners would cut wood? 

(*Poetic license, using the name he answers to at 
Home Reveilles.) 

Which might indicate that he figured in — 
and on — the wood proposition at home and 
abroad. He did. And that wasn't all. He 
handled the manifold duties of provost ser- 
geant with system and dispatch. In other 
words, he was featured in all the clean-ups our 
regiment knew — from the old days of making 
the artillery section at Custer look like an ad. 
for Spotless Town to the more recent days of 



general police duty everywhere. Figuratively 
speaking, Gil handled everything from gar- 
bage to hard-boiled prisoners and came out 
on top — with all parties satisfied. We've said 
he was a diplomat. 

Which may also explain his knack for han- 
dling men — prisoners, to be more specific — 
without Bolshevism or loud language. Men 
who w^ouldn't work for anything or G. H. Q. 
went along w^ith Crook and did their bit. Lots 
of regular fellows get in the guardhouse, 
y'know, and he got results by treating them 
all "regular." He could never play Simon 
Legree: he would be too apt to hand Uncle 
Tom a broom — and a smile — and pass on to 
see if Topsy had the kitchen policed up. 

It may have struck you as strange that we 
referred to Crook as senior color sergeant of 
the regiment and then w^ent on to recount his 
police activities. Well, it did us, too, until 
we learned that a color sergeant may be called 
on for provost duty any time he is not busy 
tending the colors. Incessant moving Over 
There kept our colors furled until the last lap 
of our journey, almost; hence his devotion to 
duty of another sort. 

Had we been stationed in a garrison for 
any length of time, the reverent care that is 
given our national standard and regimental 
standard would have been his chief concern. 
He would have had to lower the flag each night 
at retreat — never letting the folds touch the 
ground. He would have carried the colors 
at reviews, as he did several times at Custer. 
He would have commanded the guard that 
escorts the Starry Banner on prescribed occa- 
sions. He would have belonged to his title. 



THe Ol' Campaign Hat 

"No more against a blazing sky where hard-pressed Fokkers flee. 
No more where charging heroes dies, my peaked top you'll see. 
The trade mark of the Johnnie's gone, but, just between us two, 
I'll bet you I come back again when this damn war is through." 

— Stars and Stripes. 




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I^ATTERY y\ 



A day of great event in Detroit was Wednes- 
day, September 5 th, 1917. The old Armory, 
which for years had seen nothing but circuit 
concerts, political speeches and the like, had 
come back to its own. Here were assembled 
men included in the first 5 per cent of De- 
troit's quota of "Selects," who were to take 
part in the world's greatest struggle for de- 
mocracy. 

There were no eloquent speeches made on 
this morning. The men were reported in a 
very businesslike manner by officers from each 
local board. They were lined up one behind 
the other like soldiers and marched over to 
Al Smith's Lunch, where they had their first 
feed on Uncle Sam. From there they marched 
back to the Armorv and south to Jefferson, 
down Jefferson to Woodward and up Wood- 
ward to Elizabeth Street. There they boarded 
street cars marked "Depot. 

When they arrived at the Michigan Central 
Station it was raining. They filed into the 
coaches, where they were greeted with lunch 
boxes furnished by the National League for 
Women's Service, Missouri Meerschaums 
(otherwise known as corncobs), and matches 
distributed by certain Detroit tobacco dis- 
tributors. 

As the train approached Battle Creek it 
picked up speed and finally stopped at the 
foot of a young mountain some three miles 
beyond the town where there was scarcely a 
building in sight. It was here that these brave 
men faced their first great task as soldiers. It 
was here, at this great battle of Custer Hill, 
that pen-pushers and blacksmiths, clerks and 
mechanics, butchers and preachers became 
comrades in service. 

Finally the hilltop was captured. They 
stopped to rest for a moment. As they sat 
there on their upturned suit cases, wiping the 
perspiration from their noble brows, they 
could see in the distance what aopeared to be 
an outpost of the Chicago stock yards with 
their numerous pens built for sesiregation pur- 
poses. They resumed the march in the direc- 
tion of the stock yards. As they drew nearer 



they could see a sign above the main entrance, 
the first letter was "R" : R-E-C — Receiving 
Station. 

They were ushered into these little square 
pens, sixteen men to the pen, where they 
awaited assignment to the various organiza- 
tions. Upon receiving their little "E" and "A' 
cards from an officer who sat at a desk near 
an aisle, sixteen of the men passed on through 
the receiving station, where they met one of 
their new "Bosses" who, as we know, was 
none other than Lieut. Chester A. Gorham, 
Battery A, 329th Field Artillery. 

These sixteen men, the nucleus of our pres- 
ent organization, were conducted to building 
No. 399, where they found Ivan W. Bailey, 
who soon afterwards was made acting first ser- 
geant, preparing them a supper of bacon, bread 
and coffee. After supper they were each given 
an empty bedsack and marched over to the 
railroad tracks to get straw with which to fill 
them. It never rained harder in the annals 
of history than it did as they started back to 
the barracks with those bedsacks. 

But here we must forego the description of 
events which occurred within the next few 
days ; days of carrying water and w^ood and 
putting up stoves; days when all the men were 
sick in quarters as the result of their first shot 
in the arm, and Lieut. Casey called them all 
out for close order drill; rainy days when they 
sat on their bunks and listened to lectures by 
Maj. Lothrup, Capt. Moore, Lieut. Mcintosh, 
Lieut. Hayes or Lieut. Gorham, on every sub- 
ject from the Articles of War to War Risk 
Insurance; days of preparation for the coming 
of new men, and the day that these sixteen 
brave pioneers carried 1 64 iron beds over from 
the officers' quarters and set them up in order- 
ly rows for the new men, only to discover 
that they had taken Porter Brothers' cots by 
mistake and had to carry them all back and 
get Q. M. C. cots instead; and then the day, 
September 1 8th, when they moved over to 
Building 395. 

We must pass by the account of all those 
and other memorable events, for our attention 



65 — 



is drawn to the original battery roster, which 
appeared on the bulletin board just outside 
the orderly room door. The roster contained 
the following names: 

Renner, Leo F. Ashbaugh, Charles G. 

Miller, Myron Salley, Thomas R. 

Reazin, Thomas H. McCarty, William A. 

Davis, Harry D. Faulkner, Fay E. 

Wassell, Charles S. Baldwell, Burton A. 

Burke, William H. Brant, John 

Melton, Wm. R. Misner, Fred 

Monroe, Walter J. Muldowney, Robert T. 

The possessors of the first six names weath- 
ered all the storms through which the battery 
passed and remained the center about which 
the affairs of the organization pivoted. One 
look at the present roster will help to show 
the efficiency with which these first six men 
are credited and the esteem with which they 
are regarded. First Sergeant Leo F. Renner 
has held his present rank since October 26th, 
1917, and is known throughout the regi- 
ment not only as a soldier, but as one 
of the most faithful soldiers to the service 
in the regiment. Miller, Reazin, Wassell, 
Davis and Burke have been big factors 
in the "backbone" of the battery ever 
since its organization. Of the remaining nine 
men, one is a captain, three are lieutenants, 
two are "third lieutenants," having graduated 
from Saumur training school after reaching 
France, and the whereabouts and status of the 
remaining three are unknown at the present 
writing. 

On September 2 1 st, 1917, eighty recruits 
were assigned to the battery and the organiza- 
tion began to assume a more military form. 
Their initiation into army life was highly amus- 
ing to the original sixteen, and they came in 
for a great many jibes as all rookies do. 

Shortly after this second draft of men 
reached Custer the regimental canteen was or- 
ganized under command of Lieut. Ward W. 
Stratton. The smallest man in camp, Pvt. 
Paul F. ("Shorty") Maine, mascot of Battery 
A, was installed behind the ice cream counter 
and soon became the most popular of all en- 
tertainers in camp due to his exceptionally big 
voice for such a little lad. Then, too, lots 
of the ice cream melted and Shorty gained 
more friends. 

Just at noontime one day the lieutenant had 
an important message to deliver to the colonel 
and Shorty was appointed messenger. The 
lieutenant informed Shorty that he would find 
the commanding officer in the officers' mess 
hall, and, realizing that there would be a great 
many officers there, asked Shorty if he was 
sure he knew how to come to "attention" upon 
going into the presence of officers. Shorty did 
his best to hide his indignation and simply an- 
swered, "Why, certainly, sir." 

Five minutes later Shorty entered the offi- 
cers' mess hall without knocking and, with the 
voice of a general, called out "Attention!" 



Army regulations say that when a superior 
officer enters a mess hall or a place where 
officers or enlisted men are at mess the first 
man who notices him will command "Atten- 
tion," whereupon the men at mess will simply 
stop eating and sit up straight. 

As all the officers leaped to their feet and 




Major JuniQs S. Moore 

stood at "Attention " various thoughts flashed 
through their minds. Surely President Wilson 
or General Pershing or Major-General Ken- 
nedy had arrived; so they all stood there at 
"attention," dazed and wondering what was 
coming next. At last the colonel turned his 
head a little, then a little farther, and saw not 
President Wilson, General Pershing, nor yet 
Major-General Kennedy, but Private Paul F. 
Maine, Battery A, 329th Field Artillery. 

"Who is that man?" asked the colonel after 
his surprise had subsided. 

"Why, er-er, sir, er — he's one of my pri- 
vates, sir," stammered Captain Moore, and the 
captain proceeded forthwith to reprimand 
Shorty, but was interrupted by hearty laugh- 
ter from the colonel, followed by roars from 
the rpst of the officers, and so Shorty escaped. 
After the laughter had died away the com- 
manding officer was heard to remark, "I have 
been in the service for more than twenty years 
and this is the first time 1 ever heard of an 
enlisted man bringing a colonel to his feet." 

On November I st the battery moved out 
to the far end of camp to Building No. I 294 
for the reason that there were stables under 
construction out there and the outfit expected 
to get horses soon. 

And then we got back to the regular routine 
of work, not forgetting the coal pile and the 
strict inspections with the labor in preparation 



67 — 



for them. This usually happened on Friday 
afternoons and evenings, when we washed the 
windows, scrubbed shelves, walls, floors, oiled 
the floors, painted the radiators, hung up our 
overcoats and slickers with the buttons out- 
ward and displayed our equipment in the pre- 




Flrat Iiient. Sobert B. Mcintosh 

scribed manner on the bunks with our old serv- 
ice hats on the pillows facing the foot. After 
that we prepared ourselves for personal in- 
spection. We were usually ready before 8:30, 
which was the time set by the "top cutter" for 
the hour of inspection, whereupon he informed 
us that he had set the time earlier than ordered 
so that we would surely be ready. At 9:30 
Capt. Moore or Lieut. Mcintosh would come 
in with the news that they had set the time 
one hour ahead for the same reason. The 
official order for inspection was 10:30, but the 
colonel was usually an hour late and then sent 
the major. So we stood around until 1 I :30, 
half afraid to bend for fear of putting a wrinkle 
in our blouses and not daring to read the 
morning paper lest it could not be hidden be- 
fore the arrival of the inspectors. 

Prior to December 1 4th the men spent their 
time in jumping around and over boxes and 
sticks at certain commands given chiefly by 
Lieut. Mead, and this was called simulated gun 
drill, so the men would know what to do when 
the real guns arrived. The efforts of the or- 
ganization w^ere further devoted to infantry 
drill, lectures and general organizing, guard 
duty and army paper w^ork, necessitated by 
the assigning and transferring of men into and 
out of the battery. On November I st thirty- 
one men were transferred to Camp McArthur, 
Waco, Texas, and on November 20th twenty- 
seven new men were assigned to the battery. 
Who will forget that guard duty and coal pile 
and stables when the thermometer read 22 be-, 
low zero ! There were fourteen posts, and all 
one had to do was to see that the Y. M. C. A. 
building or the stables or the officers' quar- 
ters didn't blow away or get snowed under 
and in the meantime walk around the terrain 



with a stick in his hand to show that he vras 
protecting the regiment as it slept. 

By Christmas the dining room of our bar- 
racks had been painted a light blue color and, 
with the special Christmas decorations, was a 
very cheery sight to look upon, especially so 
after calling to mind some of the places we 
dined after landing in sunny France. 

The battery was very fortunate in regard 
to passes for the Christmas holidays and one- | 
fourth of the men at a time were given three " 
days' leave until every one desiring such a pass 
got one. It was about this time that one of 
Corp. Davis' most famous requests for a pass 
was submitted. It read like this: 

"I. Corp. Harry D. Davis desires a pass 
from noon Saturday to reveille Tuesday, with 
permission to visit Detroit. 

"2. His reason for wanting this pass is that 
he wants to visit an old friend whom he has 
not seen for six years and besides he owes me 
six dollars. 

"3. Applicant is not married." 

If pen-pushers and stenographers or men 
who had spent their civil days indoors thought 
that they had been severely abused up until 
December 1 4th they had another guess coming, 
for on this date the battery received eighty- 
two horses and on January 25th, 1918, they 
got seventy-nine more. Two more bugle calls 
were added to the already long drill schedule. 
They were "Stables" and "Water Call." Very 
few of America's most famous thoroughbred 
blue ribbon race horses received as much 



Corp. Manson at Custer trying to drill some 
squads: 

"Right face, left face, about face, as you 
^vere. (1 don't give a damn if I hold the job 
or not.) Halt!" 



grooming and attention as did these ferocious, 
man-eating goat-getters. 

Pvt. Amulla M. Mukerji soon learned that 
some horses "are not polite." The men re- 
ceived their first lesson in trench digging when 
a drainage trench one-half foot wide and one 
and one-half feet deep was "caused to be dug" 
behind each row of heel posts in the stables. 
The trenches were "caused to be filled in 
again" the next day after the inspector had 
visited the stables. The first day of equitation 
revealed the fact that there were some horses 
that preferred to exercise without a rider. 
Stable Sergeant William Rotes gave Corporal 
Melick permission to ride a certain little gray. 
Corporal Melick mounted his steed at Stable 
No. 1 and got at Stable No. 2, and as he re- 
called the incident he said, "It struck me 
funny." The speed with which these head- 
shy, panicky, biting, balking, kicking creatures 
were converted into useful, gentle and almost 
educated artillery horses can hardly be appre- 
ciated. In early spring all the horses were 



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clipped, and Brig. -Gen. Preston was heard to 
remark that, even in his old regular army out- 
fit, he had never seen a finer lot of artillery 
horses. There were two or three horses out 
of the entire 161 that were never conquered, 
however. The worst accident occurred when 
a big black horse that was tied to the snubbing 
post so it could be harnessed, swung and 
kicked Sgt. Curry A. Bennett squarely in the 
face, crushing his nose, breaking his jaw and 



We sincerely regret that the picture of Firit 
Lieut. Charles A. Hayes was lost in transit. 



almost resulting in the loss of one eye. Ben- 
nett managed to be released from the hospital 
just in time to accompany the battery over- 
seas. 

Several division reviews were staged at 
Custer. The first one occurred on October 9th 
before the horses arrived and Battery A was 
seen in the guise of a doughboy outfit. It was 
a bitter cold day, and after standing for two 
or three hours the 329th was ready to pass in 
review. The old regimental band tried to get 
by the reviewing officer without playing, but 
the latter called out, "What's the matter with 
that band?" The answer was, "It's frozen up, 
sir." "It doesn't make a bit of differ- 
ence, 1 want music and 1 want it quick!" The 
tuba, the piccolo and the drums attempted to 
play "The Campbells Are Coming," but the 
tuba froze up tight, and the result was a cross 
between an oriental dance at a country fair 
and the "Spirit of '76." 

In the second division review the battery 
was mounted. Cheer after cheer went up from 
the onlookers as old Battery A swung from a 
column of fours into a perfect battery front. 
Then, when the guidon was suddenly dipped 
in salute, Sgt. Renner's little black horse be- 
came frightened and the fun started. In its 
fright the horse crowded into the line and 
broke through it. There ensued a brief 
struggle between rider and horse in the rear 
of the line which proved to be almost a 
broncho-busting bee, but man soon conquered 
beast and Sgt. Renner regained his position in 
line without loss of honor. 

During the long winter months following 
there were approximately two horses for each 
man in the battery. The snow was too deep 
for much dismounted drill and the most of the 
time was spent in the care and training of the 
horses. Sgt. Sheedy, Sgt. Rotes, Corps. 
Proper and Korte and Saddler Knight broke 
in most of the vicious horses. On January 
1 1 th there was a fierce snowstorm and cold 
spell. The hydrant in the corral froze up and 
the men were forced to carry water for those 
161 horses from Battery D's corral. When- 
ever the weather permitted, the battery was 



taken out for mounted drill. These maneu- 
vers gave Capt. Moore the chance to pull some 
of his most famous expressions, such as, "Look 
at that other outfit, scattered all the way from 

hell to breakfast," and " , what's 

wrong with the army now?" and "Hey, that 
man on the blue horse (Pvt. Wills), close up!" 

On January 1 4th Capt. Moore left the bat- 
tery for one month's study at the School of 
Fire at Fort Sill, and Lieut. Mcintosh assumed 
command during his absence. On March 29th 
First Lieut. Harold W. Mead left the battery 
for Fort Sill and upon his return a month later 
was transferred to headquarters company. 
Lieut. William R. Carrico joined the battery 
on March 29th and has been with the organ- 
ization ever since. 

It was during the month of February that 
Pvt. Ben Stark sustained severe injuries on the 
smoke bomb range when a can of powder ex- 
ploded in his face. It is our sad duty to here 
record the death of Colin C. Frazer, our mess 
sergeant, w^ho died at the base hospital on 
April 1 7th, 1918, after a very short illness. 
Sgt. Frazer was well liked by everyone and, 
needless to say, his loss was keenly felt. The 
hand of death struck again and Clyde H. 
Muchler died at the base hospital on May 9th. 
The battery marched to the Grand Trunk Sta- 
tion in Battle Creek, where Bugler Orbanski 
sounded "Taps" over the remains. 

On May 5 th Sgts. Thomas R. Salley, Charles 
C. Ashbaugh, William A. McCarty, Gordon 
A. Gale, Fred R. Cooper, Arthur T. O'Neal, 
Enoch A. Fro j en and Lynn W. Fry, having 
successfully completed the course at the O. T. 
S., were transferred to Camp Jackson, South 
Carolina. Corporals Harold W. Fish, George 
A. Belyea and Pvt. George W. Jaap were the 




Ueut. Wm. B. Carrico 

next candidates for the O. T. S. and left the 
battery on May 14th. 

■ With the approach of spring came the del- 
uge. The snow melted and the old corral be- 
came one grand mudhole. One stable was 
flooded and the water from Battery B's corral 
flowed into the corral of Battery A, and so 
on from place to place until it was a difficult 
matter to navigate. Our men engineered unt'l 



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they were able to divert the stream, which, 
incidentally, chose a course directly into the 
corral of Battery D. 

This is what they call "passing the buck" 
in the army. With the approach of fair 
weather, green grass and the song birds, formal 
guard mounts became the vogue. It was a 
curious thing to see the effect of this new 
spring life upon the men. They began to take 
a lively interest in their appearance, and in 
guard mounts the man who appeared the best 



Lieut. Gorham in loud command when battery 
was marching in column of twos at Pont-a- 
Mousson: "Squads left, march!" 



was chosen for the nosition of orderly for the 
regimental commander for the day, thus avoid- 
ing the monotonous duty of walking post. 
Corporal Fraleigh, then a bashful buck, never 
went on guard dutv but what he was chosen as 
orderly and he holds this record to this day. 
Whether it is because of the fact that the bat- 
tery possessed a special reserve outfit of clothes 
and garrison shoes with which to dress up the 
orderly candidate or whether it is due to 
"Eddie" Brake's pretty blushes has not yet 
been decided upon as the reason for Battery 
A's winning all honors for eleven consecutive 
days as guard mount. 

There was much joy and general optimism 
throughout the battery on June 28th, for 
eighty-five new rookies arrived. There was 
not so much fatigue duty, kitchen police, stable 
police and common labor for the older men, 
and more passes were approved than hereto- 
fore, thus greatly reducing the monotony of 
camp life. But gloom fell upon us once more 
when the battery was placed under quarantine, 
first it was for measles, then for spinal menin- 
gitis, then smallpox, and it seemed to have be- 
come quite a habit for those medics to invent 
some form of disease for the sole purpose of 
preventing any possible excuse for the "S. O. 
L." battery going on pass. For six long, 
weary weeks the monotony of segregated exist- 
ence weighed upon our young lives, although 
it was somewhat reduced by road marches and 
maneuvers, the first road march lasting for two 
days. We put up our first field picket line and 
slept in pup tents for the first time during a 
steady, drizzling rain. The heavy British 75's 
were used at that time and the six-horse teams 
had all they could do to haul the guns 
through the heavy sand and over the hilly 
country. 

Then there was the firing on the range and 
the rivalry between the batteries helped to 
make things interesting. The drill schedule 
was lengthened as to time, inspections were 
held on Sunday mornings instead of Satur- 
days, and every effort was made to bring the 
division up to the highest standard of effi- 



ciency. Passes were granted for the Fourth 
of July and visitors were allowed to enter 
camp, but about the 1 0th of July the entire 
camp was placed under strict quarantine, and 
it was generally known that we would soon be 
on our way to Berlin. 

Half blinded with tears of regret and sigh- 
ing great sighs beause of our terrible loss, -we 
half led, half dragged our sad-eyed horses to 
the camp remount station, where they were 
turned in never to be seen again. Then to 
drow^n our sorrow we hurried back and busied 
ourselves packing harness into the substantial 
boxes which our very able mechanics had built 
and stenciled with the famous "CD" and A. E. 
F., via N. Y. 

Those were the days of the good old blue 
barracks bags and on Tuesday morning, July 
1 6th, we packed them and loaded them onto 
trucks. Then we rolled our blanket rolls into 
our haversacks and marched down to the other 
end of camp, where we boarded trains — real 
American coaches, with plush seats, plenty of 
light and room and everything. The train 
pulled out at I I :58 a. m. and Battery A was 
"on the way." 

After spending most of the afternoon of 
July I 7th on a Waukegan ferry boat, we were 
finally landed at Long Island Station, where 
we boarded trains for Mineola. From there 
we marched to Camp Mills, a distance of 
three and one-half miles, arriving there at 8:00 
p. m. in a down-pouring rain. It was pitch 
dark and we flopped into the first tents we 
came to, provided they were not sunk too 
deeply into the mud. The next day the sun 
came out hot, and during the remaining thir- 
teen days we spent in camp dust became a 
chief annoyance and interfered not in the least 
with the training schedule, which included foot 
drill, signalling, setting up exercises, lectures, 
etc. After a series of daily inspections, passes 
to New York and neighboring cities were given 
out quite liberally, so that most everyone had 
the opportunity of seeing the world's great- 
est city. 

Spiral puttees and overseas caps were 
issued, all barracks bags were turned in, and 
no small degree of science was required to 



A Certain Buck: "If anyone hollers 'Police!' 
in civil life, I'll get my fingers stepped on." 



include all worldly possessions in the one 
specified roll to be carried on one's back. A 
long column of fullv equipped soldiers 
emerged from a huge cloud of dust at about 
noon July 30th and Camp Mills was a thing 
of the past. At 6:16 the same day Battery A 
boarded the British transport "Maunganui," 
which left the dock at I I :30 the next morn- 
ing. 



After a long zig-zag course the north coast 



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of Ireland was sighted at 3:00 a. m. on Au- 
gust 1 0th and on Tuesday morning, August 
1 I th, we disembarked at Liverpool, England, 
and marched to the railroad station, entraining 
immediately for Southampton. Upon alight- 
ing from the tiny toy English coaches about 
I 1 :00 p. m., we marched through the pitch 
dark cobble-paved streets of the town and on 
out to the rest camp some three miles distant. 
What a grand and glorious feeling it was to 
wake up at 9:00 that next morning on those 




Ijient. Chester A. Oorham 

luxurious concrete floors, with the warm sun- 
shine filtering through, and know that we could 
have a few days in which to get our land legs 
and limber up our aching muscles, get a bath 
and do a washing. But, alas, all such hopes 
were promptly shattered and at 3:00 p. m. we 
were again under pack and "on the way" down 
to the pier. The American S. S. Harvard left 
her pier at 9:00 o'clock that night, August 
1 2th, and arrived in the harbor of Le Havre 
France, about 8:30 the next morning. But 
owing to the tide we were unable to make a 
landing until 2 :00 p. m. If all previous hikes 
had been joy-killers, Sherman was mild in his 
form of speech, for that five-mile stretch up 
that steep hill to our second "rest camp" can- 
not be described on these pages. 

It was at this camp that we saw the first 
German prisoners of war, with the big white 
letters "P. G." painted upon their backs. 
Much discussion arose as to the meaning of 
these letters. At first it was asserted that they 
were soldiers of the famous Prussian Guard. 
One of the prisoners was attracted by the con- 
versation from the other side of the dead line 
and called back in excellent English, "Perfect 
Gentlemen." And then the old "Prisonier de 
Guerre" went his way. 

The chief recollections of that "rest camp" 
at Le Havre are our sore feet and lame mus- 
cles, the good view of the harbor. Captain 
Baxter's famous dry bath, the Blind Robin, 



boiled egg and tea for chow, the British Tom- 
mies and their terrible tales of the war and 
their souvenirs, and last but not least, the ar- 
rival of troops from Ayer, Mass., all flower- 
bedecked, wearing their Stetson service hats 
and led by their beloved "Pied Piper" band, 
which played a lively tune all the way up that 
steep, stony hill, thereby replacing half of the 
men's packs with patriotic pep and good cheer. 

After resting at Le Havre for twenty-two 
hours we had our first experience of travel- 
ing for two days "a la famous 40 Hommes 8 
Cheveaux" (French military mode of travel) 
which, translated, means that 36 packs with 
men attached to them were fitted into 7x18 
feet, square-wheeled box cars, designated for 
such purpose. The men were given strict 
orders against hanging their feet, arms or 
heads out of the doorways for fear of tipping 
the train over. "The travel directed was nec- 
essary in the military service." 

A descriptive account of this appears weekly 
in the Pekin Chronicle of Pekin, China. 

Arriving at Messac at 3:00 p. m., August 
1 6th, we pitched pup tents along the banks 
of the Villaine River, and it required no sharp 
commands to start the boys frog-diving from 
the bank into the stream, which was from 8 
to 1 5 feet deep. They got into that water so 
fast that some of them forgot that they had 
never learned to swim, and if Pvt. Alex Rubin 
had not later deserted us at Toul Sgt. "Pop" 
Anson might have received a D. S. C. medal 
for pulling him out of the Villaine River. The 
next morning at 10:25 Battery A had pulled 
stakes and was again on the march. They 
passed through Messac and hiked 2.3 kilo- 
meters out the country road and turned in at 
an old chateau in which the entire battery was 
billeted. The building was a grand old palace 
some three hundred years old and was called 
the Chateau du Hardaz. It was three stories 
in height, built entirely of stone, and the walls 
were over two feet thick. After spending the 
first night in the chateau everyone was well 
aware that the floors were a better quality of 
stone. 

There was a regular drill schedule, consist- 
ing of foot drill, standing gun drill, pitching of 
shelter halves and lectures on the care of 
horses by Lieut. Mcintosh and Sgt. Rotes. 
Much of our time was spent, however, in at- 
tending threshing bees, swimming in the river 
and looking at the pretty blackberries, which 
grew in superabundance on every hedge a'on^ 
every road in that vicinity. A man from Bat- 
tery C, however, looked at them too long and 
it cost him $20.00 for having blue lips, so the 
berries were permitted to die their natural, 
evaporating death. 

The same old spot along the river at Messac 
was again the camping ground of the battery 
during the afternoon and night of August 24th, 
and the next day a march of twelve miles 
under full pack was made. We reached Maure 
at 10:45 a. m. and encamped there until the 



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following morning, when we rolled w^et packs, 
swallowed a chunk of bacon and two pieces 
of "punk" and completed the march of ten 
miles to Camp Coetquidan. 

Camp Coetquidan, originally built by Napo- 
leon Bonaparte, was a training camp in every 
sense of the w^ord. Our advance party, com- 
posed of Lieut. Carrico. Mech. Pontius, who 
posed for the "never-ready" people, and Corp. 
McKellar had been there since August 1 4th, 
attend the School of Fire, Materiel School 
of the 75's and the Liaison and Telephone 
School. Some of the other schools in camp 
were the Machine Gun, Gas Defense, Emplace- 
ments and Camouflage Schools, and the bat- 
tery was well represented at each one of them. 

Foremost among the new and inseparable 
companions which every member of the or- 
ganization acquired before the arrival of the 
horses were the gas masks, which were issued 
on August 30th, and the helmets, which came 
into vogue on September 9th. Gas drills were 
many, and each man had to employ his mask 
for one hour every day, and anyone caught 
without his mask at anv time while on duty 
was severely dealt with by Corp. Davis or 
Corp. Manson. 

TT»e eleventh dav of the month had always 
been considered Battery A's lucky day be- 
cause of the many strange and wonderful 
things which occurred on that date. We land- 
ed in Liverpool on the 1 1th, for instance; so. 
true to precedent, a marvelous thing happened 
on the 1 I th of September. It happened 
shortly after 1 1 :00 a. m. The men were all 
lined up for mess. The cooks and the K. P.s 
had been unusually busy and the men were 
unusually hungry. As Cook McGuire shouted, 
"Bring 'em on," the sergeant first in line 
opened the curtain and stepped into the 
kitchen. It was then that Pvt. Mullin, peering 
over the heads of the sergeants in front of 
him. made thp wonderful discovery; for, lo 
and behold! "Shorty" was actually cutting up 
real, honest-to-Jake peach pies into four pieces, 
giving each man a quarter of a pie. 

Soon afterwards, on September 15 th, we 
drew our 75's and settled down to real gun 
drill, road marches, and qualification firing. 
Battery A, of course, was the first in the bri- 
gade to qualify on the range, and Corp. Melick 
won the 20-franc prize put up by Capt. Moore, 
having annihilated by direct fire every moving 
target as fast as it appeared on the range. 
After a final three days of firing, as though 
in real action, the organization was efficient 
and Qualified for action. The remainder of 
our days at Coetquidan ^vere spent in road 
hikes and taking up positions for action, and 
many a time we were routed out of our beds 
at 3:00 a. m. to harness up and load up our 
caissons with ammunition and supplies and be 
on the march long before daylight in the usual 
drenching rain. 

For a while there was some fear of an epi- 
demic of Spanish influenza in camp and a great 



many of our men were sent to the hospital. 

Back among the quiet pine trees, away from 
the noisy drill grounds but within the camp 
area, there is a little American cemetery with 
a stone wall around it, and here, on October 
17th and 18th, respectively. Homer Thorsby 
and Leo J. Theiss were laid to rest with mili- 
tary honors. They were the only members 
of the organization who died in Europe. 

Many notable changes in the personnel of 
the organization took place while at old Coet- 
quidan. Twelve corporals, viz., Beebe, Ellis, 
Smith, Lagrou, Welsh, Melick. Fraleigh, Ed- 
mondson, Williams, Bondy, Chall and Gal- 
luser, were appointed. Corporals Ellis, Mc- 
Kellar and Inlow were transferred to head- 
quarters company as signal and telephone cor- 
porals. Stable Sgt. Rotes and Sgt. Bennett 
were reduced and transferred to Batteries F 
and D, respectively, and Sgt. Sheedy appoint- 
ed stable sergeant. The 3 1 0th Ammunition 
Train w^as disbanded, and Privates Hebert, 
Hill, Jarmev, Lippold, Lowery, McRevnolds, 
Staddler, Watkins and Weber joined us on 
October 16th; while from headquarters com- 
pany came Privates Athers, Ockert, Dombrow- 
ski and Peterson. Corp. "Pop" Ason was ap- 
pointed "Ammo" sergeant, "Ted" Pontius 
was made Chief Mechanic and Frank Modrok 
appointed cook, "Ollie" Thorpe appointed 
bugler and Sgt. Melton transferred to the 
Army Officers' Training School at Saumur. 

About that time someone said "Let's go" 
and October 22nd found us — horses, guns and 
all — on the train, twelve men and their oacks 
and equipment to each box car, headed "Nach 
Berlin." We passed through many fair-sized 
towns, including Rennes, Laval, LeMans, Char- 
tres, Versailles and Troyes, and finally de- 
trained at Andelot at 3:00 p. m. on October 
24th, marked two and one-half kilos, and hit 
the hay at Rimaucourt. The next day we 
hiked eight kilos farther to a small temporary 
camp called Orquevoux. It was a pretty little 
place, tucked away among the hills, and it 
was the first place in France where we had 
found really good drinking water, for there was 
a splendid spring at the foot of a big hill and 
a small creek which served as an excellent 
washing place. After resting at Orquevoux 
for four days w^e were again at Rimaucourt, 
and from this time on did most of our travel- 
ing by night. 

Evidenty something went wrong in the 
B. C. detail, for Lieut. Gorham was taken ill 
here and had to go to the base hospital at 
Rimaucourt. 

Shortly after midnight we detrained at 
Domgermain and were billeted in a stable 
which was built in 1677. This was the first 
of many such typically French billets, where 
reveille is the grunt of breakfasting pigs, the 
cackle of a hen, or the tickle of a rat's whiskers 
as he tries to kiss your cheek or the racket 
as he goes scurrying across the room in a 
fright. 



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We were not far from Toul and the Heinies 
were doing their damnedest to make a suc- 
cessful air raid on the town. All through the 
night bombing could be heard, and the next 
day we learned that two bombs had been 
dropped into Toul, killing several persons. 
That afternoon we were again on the way. As 
we passed through Toul the attractions of the 
city were evidently too much for Privates Alex 
Rubin and William Krampitz, who deserted 
us there and have never since been seen. 

Crunch, crunch, crunch, and Battery "A" 
was putting in another ten-hour hike under full 
pack in the pitch darkness of the night of Oc- 
tober 31st — a weird Halloween, indeed; so 
weird in fact that some of us began to wonder 
just when that old pumpkin of Sleepy Hollow 
fame was going to hit us on the back of the 
head. Shortly before daylight we parked our 
guns in an open field, found stables for the 
horses and more stables for ourselves and 
rolled in. The next day Battery "A" policed 
up the town, of course, and continued the 
march that night. We went through towns 
which had been totally destroyed by shell fire, 
and had been captured by the Americans in 
September in the St. Mihel drive. Some time 
after midnight we halted at the edge of Fliery 
Woods, a part of the Argonne Forest and 
shown on the French maps as the Bois de Mort 
Mare (Woods of the Dead Sea). Those of us 
who were not fortunate enough to get into the 
two covered forage wagons or underneath 
the caissons w^ere obliged to flop in the mud 
in the open and use our pistols for pillows to 
keep them dry. Before daylight we were 
aroused and ordered to conceal our carriages 
and ourselves inside the woods to avoid enemy 
observation from the air. Daylight revealed 
the fact that Colonel Campbell had spent a 
fairly comfortable night on top of one of thir- 
teen German graves. Once inside the woods 
the men scattered in all directions in search 
of dug-outs. The Germans had occupied the 
woods for two years and had employed every 
means to insure comfort as well as safety for 
themselves. 

Most of the dug-outs were from twenty to 
thirty feet deep. Some of them had bay win- 
dows extending out into the trenches to afford 
plenty of daylight, although all of the dug- 
outs were electrically lighted and wired for 
telephones. There were comfortable arm 
chairs, fancy iron stoves and cooking ranges, 
running water, tiled floors and walls, and even 
fancy window curtains in some of the officers' 
quarters. 

Fliery Woods was the scene of our explora- 
tions for five days, during which time we cared 
for our horses, or hopped a truck and rode 
down to Fliery or Essey, or rather what was 
left of those tow^ns, and got into the dough- 
nut and cocoa line at the Salvation Army, Red 
Cross or Y. M. C. A. tents, or laid in our deep 
dug-outs at night and listened to the "G. 1. 
Cans" come over. The last day of our stay, 



November 4th, found us standing in the open 
watching with open-mouthed wonder the 
maneuvers of a Heinie air plane as he sneaked 
over and set fire to our observation balloon 
with machine gun incendiary shells. 

That same night we marched to Bouillion- 
ville, which town became our echelon while we 




Battery 



Billets at Font-a-Mon88on 



were in action. During the confusion of billet- 
ing the men and selecting stables for the 
horses, our Officers and B. C. Detail were busy 
getting acquainted with our gun position, ob- 
servation station and communications, and the 
next day we moved our guns up into position 
just at the edge of Thiaucourt, which town had 
been taken from the Germans in September 
but was still subject to nightly shell fire intend- 
ed to prevent ammunition and supplies from 
going through the town to the relief of the 
firing batteries, the Germans being aware of 
the fact that all such supplies must needs pass 
through the town. 

The battery was fairly settled into position 
before dusk of the same day. The gun crews 
were making minor adjustments underneath 
the camouflage screen, practicing deflection 
shifts of the different barrages, the data of 
which had already been received, and perfect- 
ing themselves in the art of "preparing for 
apple-sauce." There was not the slightest sus- 
picion of an attack that night, for the organiza- 
tion which we relieved. Battery "D," 341st F. 
A., had not received a visit from Fritz as long 
as they had been there. While some of the 



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73 



cannoneers were making their beds in the tiny 
dug-outs underneath the sand bags of each gun 
position, others were standing out on the edge 
of the road in the dusk Hstening to the battery 
of I55's and two captured Austrian 77's of 
mountain artillery firing directly over our 
heads less than a quarter of a mile to the rear 
of us. The Heinies finally opened up a counter 
attack, and in return for each screaming, 
squirming, hissing wild cat they let loose, 
a half a dozen screeching American eagles 
with talons extended and sure of their 
prey darted over our heads to deliver 
Yankee peace notes. Off in the hills to 
the right a more violent artillery duel was 
in progress, w^hile from down in front of us 
came the convulsive clatter of musketry and 
the occasional sharp, spurting sputter of a ma- 
chine gun. At sudden, unexpected moments 
the whole sky would be lighted up by the 
white rockets which our doughboys hurled into 
No-Man's-Land to see that Fritz was keeping 
his head down. Then our attention would be 
attracted by different colored rockets rising 
from the infantry trenches signalling for a bar- 
rage or warning of a gas or other attack. 

As darkness fell the activities increased in 
violence. The men gazed and became more 
and more fascinated until they very suddenly 
realized that the situation had become local- 
ized. In other words every man there was sud- 
denly aware that something heavy was flying 
swiftly through the air and would hit them 
squarely in the pit of the stomach if they didn't 
move in a hurry. 



Sgt. Lyons giving physical torture exercises 
at Pont-a-Mousson: "Hands overhead, rest!" 



There were seven or eight steps leading 
down into a little dug-out underneath No. I's 
gun position, and not a man in the little group 
that dived into it remembers hitting more than 
three steps on the way down. A few moments 
later someone emerged and promptly returned 
with the alarm for gas. So there was a grand 
shuffle with the stubborn gas masks and then 
the men sat there in the candle light staring at 
each other through the hideous goggles of 
their gas masks until someone suddenly 
laughed his mask off, and went up to test for 
gas. Sure enough there was a decided odor of 
mustard ; not the garlic-like odor that had been 
described to us so carefully in lectures upon 
gas defense, but decidedly that of mustard. 
So the men remained in the dug-outs, packed 
in like sardines for a few more years until the 
second attack was over. 

A little room in the old railroad station at 
Thiaucourt was chosen — temporarily, it was de- 
cided later — as the B. C. station, and a kitchen 
was established in shacks built into the steep 
sides of the deep railroad bed a short distance 



from the station. Both of these places became 
the scenes of rather exciting comedies when- 
ever Fritz became RESTLESS. 

Chief Mechanic "Ted" Pontius was engaged 
in some mechanical work in the main room of 
the old shell-torn station one day and Capt. 
Moore came in. As they stood there a few 
shells began to fall around the old building, 
apparently falling closer to the station as they 



Sgt. Bennett at Cognac Hill, Coetquidan: 
'Right dress! Forward, march!" 



follow^ing con- 
, they're 



increased in number, and the 

versa tion ensued: " - 

falling pretty close." 

Pontius (unconcernedly) : "Yes, sir — a 
couple more turns of the hand wheel will just 
about get us, I guess. 

After a moment's silence, Pontius looked up 
from his work and studied the walls of the old 
shell-torn brick station. There was a huge hole 
through the front of the building in the direc- 
tion of fire. Pontius studied this for a moment 
and then dryly remarked: "Say, Captain 
Moore, hadn't 1 better knock a hole through 
the wall opposite that puncture, so that, in case 
a shell should come through that hole, it will 
go right on through the building without ex- 
ploding inside?" 

Captain Moore: "Pontius, you shouldn't 
talk that way — this is pretty serious business!" 

Pontius: "Yes, sir — I'd just like to put up 
one more flat in Detroit before I get bumped 
off, though." 

Two minutes later, as Signal Sergeant Hy- 
don and some other members of the B. C. De- 
tail w^ere working at their telephone sw^itch- 
boards down at their crowded little dug-out. 
Captain Moore's bedding roll, containing the 
B. C. Station landed at the bottom of the fif- 
teen foot stairway, leading down into the dug- 
out. 

At the kitchen Cook Twa and Privates Gen- 
tilinis and Chavez were preparing a hot supper 
for the gun crews. Several men were already 
standing in the doorway, awaiting their sup- 
per. Suddenly they scattered in every direc- 
tion but chiefly for the dug-outs in the opposite 
side of the railroad bed, adjusting their masks 
as they ran. Cook Twa turned away from his 
cook stove just in time to catch a glimpse of 
their backs as they dove for shelter. Twa 
rushed to the door, and, with his hand to his 
ear, shouted after them: "What's the mat- 
ter? Where are you going? Hey, come back 
here before your supper gets all cold!" Then 
he remembered Gentilinis, who in the mean- 
time had jumped from the top bunk onto 
Chavez's mess kit and dived underneath the 
lower bunk. Chavez had hid himself under 
the table. 

After extracting Chavez from under the 



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table and Gentilinis from under the bunk and 
questioning them as to the cause of the com- 
motion, Twa learned that the Heinies had just 
been sending over some G. 1. cans and none of 
the boys wanted to receive them. A shell 
splinter had found its way through the side of 
the kitchen but no one was hurt. 

In the meantime a squad of cannoneers had 
left the guns and had taken a short cut towards 
the kitchen in the darkness and found them- 
selves at the brink of the fifteen-foot embank- 
ment along the old railroad bed just above the 
kitchen. It was almost a straight drop down 
to the road bed and they stood there trying to 
figure out a way to get down or to get their 
bearings in the darkness and find the stairs. 
Some obliging German helped them by send- 
ing over a whiner almost straight in their direc- 
tion and the next minute they were sitting un- 
hurt but shaken up at the foot of the embank- 
ment. 

It was about this time that two girls from 
the Salvation Army atThiaucourt came up and 
visited our gun position in the dark of night. 
Private Jack Delmar gave them the "Halt, 
who's there," and the reply was, "Oh, you 
can't scare us, we are the S. A. Girls." We 
will never forget the great work these good 
people did at Thiaucourt. 

Sergeant "Pop" Anson and his trusty am- 
munition train had some thrilling times during 
these nights getting ammunition up to the 
front. The first time they ran into gas they 
held a joint debate as to whether it was gas 
or not and ended up with masks on the men 
and not on the horses. It was that same night 
that Lieutenant Mcintosh found out that the 
drill regulations wouldn't fit the Bouillionville- 
Thiaucourt Road. "Pop " and his associates 
did some great work getting "Ammo" up, 
however, and the night before the armistice 
brought up 5,000 rounds to finish the Boche. 

Back at the echelon in Bouillionville, the 
boys had a fatter, if not so exciting, time eat- 



ing Salvation Army doughnuts and drinking 
Red Cross cocoa. By one of the freaks of 
war this little town was completely in "dead 
space" and all except Fritz's air bombs went 
whistling over without harm. Lieutenant 
Hayes was commander of the echelon and to 
say that the boys would have tackled Hell for 
him is putting it mildly. While he was up 
front. First Sergeant Renner was in charge. 

It was on the night of November 9th that 
Battery A's famous WILD CAT GUN got into 
action. Two gun crews, under the direction of 
Lieutenant Mcintosh and composed of the fol- 
lowing men: Sergeant Burke, Sergeant Ahrens, 
Corporal Bondy, Corporal Hall, Corporal Gal- 
luser. Privates Anderson, Hellerman, Lippold, 
Teets, Gies, Aldrich, Keck, Dobbins, Balmer, 
and Howard, dragged old No. 4 gun forward, 
a kilometer or more. 

The night was pitch dark, except for a few 
stars twinkling betw^een the clouds and an oc- 
casional doughboy rocket lighting up the sky. 
The going w^as very tough after turning off the 
road and the wheels cut deep; but the position 
was finally reached, the piece laid and the aim- 
ing stake set. During firing, the light in the 
aiming stake continued to go out. We had to 
cease firing several times in the middle of a 
problem in order to relight it, and finally had 
to send a man out to hold a flashlight inside 
the aiming stake until the gun was layed each 
time. Waiting for him to come back before 
firing was surely impatient stuff. We also had 
to examine the bore of the gun each shot by 
flashlight and swab it out occasionally. The 
men were never keener on the job. 

Lieutenant Mcintosh established himself 
near the gun where he could light a candle to 
refer to his firing data and kept Sergeant Burke 
and Sergeant Ahrens busy getting the dope 
down to old No. 4. There were five different 
targets and just that many problems, necessi- 
tating big shifts both in the deflection and 
range; and, after two or three rounds were 







_:ii^^ 







We didn't need our bugler in the modern french biuets 

— 75 — 



fired, it was no easy task to push the gun for- 
ward and release the trail spade from the soft, 
mucky earth — and then relay the piece. Three 
men were kept busy fusing shells and old No. 
4 was soon hot enough to light a cigarette on. 
She was given a few minutes rest only when 
several areoplanes were heard approaching the 
position and the possibility of detection be- 
came imminent. When this danger was passed, 
she again spat fire and continued to send peace 
messages to Fritz until all of the 350 rounds — 
excepting three culls — were delivered. Then 
she was dragged back to the Battery position, 
shortly before dawn. 

The suppressed excitement of the occasion, 
together with sundry brilliant flashes of mod- 
ern night warfare the rapid but irregular 

sputtering of musketry as the doughboys 
sprinkled the ground just across No-man's-land, 
the boom of other 75's, the roar of 155's and 
larger calibre guns, punctuated by an occa- 
sional spasm of machine ginnery — combined 
to make this one of the most thrilling adven- 
tures our boys ever went through. 

Next came the grand event of "Finee La 
Guerre," as the French described it. We do 
not purpose to describe it here, but we will 
always remember the great hush that marked 
the end, that colored band doing the ragtime 
snake dance up and dow^n the long silent 
streets of Bouillionville, and our own boys 
starting at once to think of home and better 
days. 

By nine a. m. of the 13th we had rejoined 
the regiment and were on our way to Pont-a- 
Mousson. Our stay at this "Athens of France" 
was about as pleasant as a long wait to go 
home could be. We had good billets, good 
eats, and nothing in particular to do until 
horses were issued to us again. 

Battery A lived for the most part in what 
had once been the home of a famous French 
general. His name plate was still on the wall 
over the main entrance. General Gerard 
Christophe Michel Duroc, Due de Frioul, was 
the gentleman's full title, and he was born in 
Pont-a-Mousson way back in 1 772. He was 
killed near Markerdurf, Saxony, May, 1 81 3. 
He was employed on diplomatic missions to 
Stockholm, Copenhagen, St. Petersburg, Berlin 
and Dresden; took part in the famous battle 
of Austerlitz as successor to Oudinot, and ac- 
companied Napoleon in the campaign of 1 806 
and 1807. 

In 1 809, he was with the Emperor in Aus- 
tria and negotiated the truce of Znaym. In 
1812, he was in the Russian campaign, always 
enthusiastically devoted to the cause of Na- 
poleon, of whom he was a great favorite. 
After the Battle of Bautzen, while escorting the 
Emperor to an elevation adjoining the battle 
ground, he was struck by a cannon shot. The 
farmhouse in which he died was purchased by 
Napoleon, who caused a monument to be 
erected there in Duroc's memory. His remains 



were removed in 1 845 to the Church Des In- 
valides in Paris. 

It was in the ruins of his old home that we 
had our orderly room, sergeants' quarters, and 
most of the billets. Sergeant Ahrens is guilty 
of a poem about these quarters which is worthy 
of repetition: 

Although in lordly mansions 1 reside. 
With mammoth mirrors hung on every side. 
With marble table tops and marble hearth. 

And golden stairs and everything on earth 

With the finest furniture and fancy doors. 
And tapestries and even panelled floors, 
With lots to eat, and drink, and even wine, 
I'll take that humble little home I left, for mine. 

For General Duroc this may have been just gran*, 
Or even for a much more famous man 
Who had nothing else to do, indeed. 
But boss his hops and don his weed 

Or order more mahogany to burn 

But there's just one thing for which I yearn 

While in the midst of all these things sublime 

Sure, it's nothing less than that humble little home 
of mine. 

General Duroc's residence was a scene of 
great hilarity on the night of New Year's Eve. 
"One keg of beer for the four of us" was sung 
by the Dirty Dozen. This was the party in 
which "Tommy" McDonald got so "het up" 
over the merits of the county he was born in, 
that he positively cried. That was after one 
of Dan Sheedy's bear hugs had convinced him 
that it was useless to fight. 

Presently we fell heir to some horses again 
and went back to the old routine of stand-to- 
heel. We groomed these rabbits for about a 
month and then a detail was selected to turn 
the pieces in at Domgermain. That trip was 
about as tough as any of our boys have ever 
undertaken at home or abroad. The roads 
were frozen and slippery and it was hard for 
horses and men to stand up, let alone make 
any progress. Furthermore, it was bitter cold 
and windy and the boys on the detail came 
back with their faces parched red. But we 
were done with gun drill and that helped 
some. 

After just three months of setting up exer- 
cises, fair-to-middling grub, more or less gun 
drill, mighty decent billets, some athletics and 
entertainment in the dolled-up "Hippodrome," 
we turned the horses over to the poor old 7th 
doughboys and prepared to "partee." (Those 
7th division doughboys must have found the 
horses hard to take.) 

On the morning of February I 1 th, we com- 
menced the famous side door Pullman trip 
with trimmings — the trimmings being army 
ticks filled with hay and all the stoves and 
wood we could swipe. We w^ere two nights 
and a day on this trip, which was by all means 
the best box car ride we ever had in France. 
We arrived at Besse-Sur-Braye at 2 :00 p. m. 
February 1 3th and promptly hiked 1 5 kilo- 
meters to Evaille, arriving there for billets in 
the dark. Billets were secured from the resi- 
dents and the battery was scattered all over 
town. Some of the sergeants wound up as star 



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boarders at the village hotel. There was a 
billiard table there; this could be moved to 
make way for an occasional grand ball, Fred 
Hulburd helping out on the music with his old 
violin. Excellent pommes de terre fried and 
ouefs a la omelet were a feature of this hos- 
telry. It was at Evaille that our worthy me- 
chanics built their famous shower baths. The 
fame of these baths spread clear down to St. 
Calais, where regimental headquarters was lo- 
cated. It was here also that Battery A fell 
heir to another of its frequent quarantines — 
this one for measles. 

We left Evaille at 9:30 the morning of Sun- 
day, March 2nd, and broke the record hiking 
to Le Briel, a distance of 24 kilometers. Cap- 
tain Moore set out to demonstrate how Bat- 
tery A could show up the regiment and nearly 
cooked our meathouse. We slept on boards 
and concrete that night and hiked about 20 
kilometers the next day, arriving at Camp 
D'Avours, commonly known as the Belgian 
camp, at 1 1 :30 a. m. Here we flopped on 
quadruple w^ire cots. It was here that we lost 
Private Edward Godwin, the boy who made 
Genesee County famous. He was taken with 
mumps and had to go to the hospital. (Hope 
you got home safely, Mumps. ) 

Now came another round of inspections use- 
less and otherwise (mostly useless), ending 



with the notorious inspection out in the field 
where nobody knew what was wanted and 
everybody went home mad. Modest little Cor- 
poral Beebe made himself known on this occa- 
sion when he told Lieutenant Hayes that he 
didn't give a damn if it was wrong, after he 
had changed his layout several times. This is 
the same little lad who successfully protected 
himself by crawling beneath his helmet, there- 
by winning the Croix de Chapeaux for his in- 
ventive genius, when the G. 1. cans were com- 
ing over, up at the front. 

We were in this camp for four days, and 
Sunday morning, March 7th, found us under 
way with full packs down to the train, a little 
jaunt of 1 4 kilometers. After the hike in the 
drizzling rain, we were greatly refreshed by 
hot cocoa and crackers, served by the Y. M. 
C. A. What a great sound it was to hear the 
genuine American train bells ringing and then 
to pile into honest-to-gosh American box cars. 
We didn't sleep much that night — 53 men and 
packs to a car enabled only your feet to go to 
sleep — but we were on the last lap of our jour- 
ney in France and we didn't care a heap. 

We reached the much discussed and cussed 
city of Brest about noon of the next day and 
found it living up to its reputation for rain. 
Hot chow in the big down-town mess hall 
cheered us up, however. Then we made the 



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long hike up the grade to Camp Pontanezen, 
■where we were to put in 1 6 days of night and 
day details and everlasting inspections. In the 
matter of living conditions we found, however, 
that this camp was not nearly so bad as re- 
ported. We had good tents with wooden 
floors and plenty of fuel for the ice-cream cone 
stoves. Going through the big delousing 
camp was one of the novel features of this 
camp. System was written all over the plant, 
which incidentally burned down shortly after 
we went through. 

Eventually we passed our last inspection — 
upstairs — downstairs — "roll 'em up and beat 
it, boys" — and were at length on our way 
down to the longed-for boat. By this time, we 
had been advised that the Leviathan was to 
carry us home and it sure was some tickled lot 
of buddies that boarded the big ship on the 
morning of March 24th. 

At 6:15 p. m., March 26th, the Leviathan 
weighed anchor and started for home. Just 
prior to starting we were sorry to lose Bugler 
"Ollie" Thorpe, who ■was taken off the boat 
as a witness to some trial proposition back in 
the other side of France. "Ollie" had made 
himself famous in the regiment w^ith his ex- 
cellent tenor voice and was always popular 
w^ith our own boys. 

During the trip. Captain Moore was ap- 
pointed Major and Lieutenant Hayes assumed 
command of the Battery. Old Battery A was 
assigned to guard duty on the floating city and 
said duty sure kept us humping. The phrase 
"You can't stand there, soldier," got to be a 
by-word all over the ship. 

We were scheduled to arrive off Sandy 
Hook about 8:00 a. m., the morning of April 
2nd and about 4:00 a. m. most of the men 
started rolling their packs. Almost everyone 
was up on deck when the good old U. S. A. 
hove into view and the boys nearly upset the 
boat in an effort to see Miss Liberty wave a 
welcome with her left arm (it having been 
rumored in Brest that a device had been per- 
fected which enabled the Statue of Liberty to 
wave her arm whenever a transport came into 
viewr, by simply pressing a button). The ship's 
crew had said that they would dock the Levia- 
than at 1 1 :00 that morning and they did — to 
the dot. We piled down the gang plank short- 
ly after noon, waited on the dock an hour or 
so, killing time by disposing of Red Cross, Sal- 
vation Army and "Y" eats. 

Then we rode the Long Island Ferry, "Cats- 
kill," for about three hours and then boarded 
the train for Camp Mills. This pulled out im- 
mediately and we were soon negotiating the 



same hike that we took just eight months and 
nineteen days previously. Arriving at Camp 
Mills, we found, instead of tents, long, neat 
rows of green-painted barracks. The old war 
lamp of Aladdin had sure done wonders to 
this erstwhile uncomfortable hang-out. 

Our stay at Mills this time was quite the 
most pleasant of any we had made in the 
Army, notwithstanding our anxiety to get 
home. Passes were as free as Flanders mud 
and most of the boys w^ere as busy as a one- 
eyed boy at a three-ring circus, trying to see 
New York (and environs) all at once. 

Our neighbor and messmate rather showed 
us up on "Mess Auxiliaries" here until some- 
body evidently got wise to the fact that we had 
a mess fund of our own. Then we began to 
banquet. 

Well, we left the rejuvenated Camp Mills at 
2:15 p. m. April 1 7th. The train was an all 
Pullman affair — no changing of cars or trans- 
fers — plenty of sheets, pillow, porters, n'every- 
thing — and we steamed straight through to 
Custer. 

Oh, yes, we did stop in Detroit for half an 
hour the next day to lean out of the window 
and yell "Hello." The only time Battery A 
ever got stuck anywhere was when our train 
stalled on a grade going into Custer and an- 
other Mogul was needed to boost us up the 
hill. We struck the parent camp at about 8:30 
p. m. and found filled straw ticks on the old 
familiar cots in the old familiar barracks. 

By Monday of the next week, the demobil- 
ization machinery got to rolling and though it 
was the most ponderous Juggernaut we had 
yet run up against, it finally did the business 
and we were practically all sporting red chev- 
rons by Wednesday. Talk about your "gran' 
'n' glorious feelin'," this was the grandest. 

Just to show that old Battery A never did 
lose its fighting pep. Old Dan Sheedy — the 
only Stable Sergeant who was ever called 
"Tarzan of the Apes" — started in to lick the 
whole of Battery B when somebody threatened 
to swipe Bill Burke's Manhattan dog. And 
that while waiting for his discharge. 

SERGEANT H. F. AHRENS, 

Battery Editor. 




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I^ATTEKY 5 



On September 5 th, 1917, the following men 
of Ward No. 4, Detroit — Charles H. Price, 
Wilfred A. Gustafson, Nathan I. Baiter, Sid- 
ney D. Light, Harry T. Dickey, Stanley C. 
Stacy, Russell W. Lally, Hazen P. Aiken, 
Montgomery Parsons, William N. Coleman, 
John P. Maher, Charles A. Parker, George N. 
Mumley, Joseph C. Dierich, and Gordon K. 
MacEdward — formed at the Trowbridge 
schoolhouse at 9:00 a. m., boarded the Brush 
street car to the Detroit Armory, and after a 
sumptuous repast at Al Smith's Lunch Room, 
Cadillac Square, returned to the Armory, 
where they formed for the parade. The route 
of the parade was as follows: Bates St. to 
Jefferson Ave., to Woodward Ave., to Eliza- 
beth St., where cars were boarded for the 
Michigan Station. It was a gloomy day — al- 
most a counterpart of the sort we were des- 
tined to get used to in France — but nothing 
could dampen the ardor of the send-off given 
this first little group of Uncle Sam's "Selects." 
They were cheered at every corner, handker- 
chiefs waved, and every now and then some 
lad would yell, "Go to it. Jack; I'll be with 
you soon!" They went to it and at the Michi- 
gan Station boarded the train for Camp Cus- 
ter. 

The Camp Receiving Station was reached at 
4:00 p. m. The first picture of this famous 
station was a never-to-be-forgotten one. It 
was still raining. When the boys got a look at 
the big open place with its numerous little 
"sheep-pens" and more officers than had ap- 
parently ever been gathered together before, 
they mentally decided that they could never 
go through that labyrinth and come out a 
civilian. They took a deep breath and plunged 
in. Here they were questioned as to their 
previous experience, classified, and assigned to 
Battery "B," 329th Field Artillery. An offi- 
cer led the way to building No. 399. 

There the whole skeleton regiment ate its 
first army meal, and spent its first night in the 
service of Uncle Sam. This night before "re- 
tiring," as Private Aiken called it. Private 
Dickey remarked, "Hell, you ain't in civilian 
life now, you're in the army and are just going 
to HIT THE HAY." (Take it from Private 



K. P. Onthespot, we never had a chance to for- 
get we were in the army after that — even the 
bugler took up the refrain. ) Of course we re- 
member Private Stacy with his pink pajamas, 
and Private Lally with his home-made night- 
cap, as he remarked, "1 don't see how 1 can 
stand these woolen blankets." While just 
around our partition, our Saginaw Kid (Sidney 
D. Light) was arguing with String Bean Die- 
rich as to the proper combination for reducing 
his six feet of glorious manhood into the con- 
fines of a four-foot bed. At the other end of 
the row of bunks a distinguished looking 
"buck," whom we learned from his conversa- 
tion, was Private John J. Maher, the brilliant 
and prosperous Detroit lawyer. It was his de- 
light to harangue his fellow private and in par- 
ticular one named Nathan I. Baiter, who al- 
ways appeared to be intensely interested but 
who it transpired was fast asleep most of the 
time — except when it came to the matter of 
shaking hands, when he was awake in both 
eyes. 

Private Gustafson, better known as the 
QUAKER SWEDE, who afterwards developed into 
a tar-paper manufacturer "at certain times and 
places," finally cast aside his pinch-back suit 
and was about to hit the hay when in blew Pri- 
vate Politician Price with one of his Cinco 
"Ropes," of which he seemed to have a never 
faily supply. Finally our candles gutted out 
and darkness reigned supreme — but not for 
long, as Custer witnessed the worst electrical 
storm of the season during the next two hours. 

After that all went well until reveille, when 
the boisterous voice of Lieutenant Carnahan 
(he was then acting "Top Kick") was heard 
at the top of the stairs saying, "Everybody out 
for roll call in ten minutes!" This ten minutes 
was crowded with the frantic efforts of re- 
cruits trying to do in the allotted time what 
usually took them from thirty minutes to an 
hour. And when a . second call was made 
"asking" us to hurry, the whole mob rushed 
madly down stairs in all stages of negligee. 
They thought it was a Mess call but to their 
sorrow it was a line-up for the then mysterious 
rite called reveille. Solemn-faced Private 
Mumley thought that reveille was a religious 



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ceremony, and came out with his little Y. M. 
C. A. testament under his arm. When atten- 
tion was called, Privates Light and Dierich, not 
knowing what it meant, continued to discuss 
the question as to who was to be cook. Pri- 
vate Baiter in the rear rank was busily engaged 
in shaking hands with Private Price in the 
front rank, as Nate was firmly convinced that 
such was the passport to the aforesaid Cinco 
cigars. 

After several vain attempts the line was 
formed and roll was called. No "Here" in re- 
sponse to Private Lally's name. Whereupon 
Stacy volunteered the information that they 
only had one powder puff between the two of 
them, and "Ten minutes. Sir, didn't give us 
both time to use it." Question Sir: Lieuten- 
ant Sir (This from Private Dickey) : "What 
time will breakfast be served?" The question 
Wcis answered with one word. "DISMISSED." 

Drill, Drill, Drill, Hike, Hike, Hike, was the 
order of the day for the time. The camp was 
more or less picturesque and attracted many 
visitors. It swept in a huge half moon, through 
what had once been a rolling cornfield. The 
streets were wide, dusty tracks, cut with gul- 
lies and ditches and ruling off a seeming con- 
fusion of buildings — barracks after barracks, 
looking like factory buildings, long store- 
houses, officers' quarters like overgrown box 
cars, big and little buildings for every conceiv- 
able use. The unfinished state of the camp ex- 
plained why we did not find the place home- 
like. We had boys there who pined for moth- 
er's home-made biscuits and who held them- 
selves aloof from their fellows. But they were 
getting just what they needed when they were 
put into the field and compelled to drill with 
the other boys. 

On September 1 6th we moved to barracks 
No. 419, and our officers were assigned to the 
Battery. They were: Captain Cecil A. Fraz- 
ier, 1st Lieutenant Paul M. Bowen, 2nd Lieu- 
tenants C. Dale Curtiss, William Shields and 
V. Downing Dukes and William F. Gregson. 
For the next two days we were kept busy ar- 
ranging the barracks for the Sept. 1 9th draft. 
We had boys in this first section of sixteen men 
who were capable of drawing a lead pencil but 
when it came to drawing a car load of straw 
and a car load of steel cots, there was quite an 
argument as to the advisability of hiring a 
truck. However no one had the nerve to 
make the suggestion to Lieutenant Curtiss until 
our pet military college graduate Montgomery 
T. Parsons volunteered to take the matter up 
through military channels. Lieutenant Curtiss 
told him that it would not be advisable, as the 
matter was not covered by the drill regulations. 
So a detail was formed and we carried the two 
car load lots on our backs in true military 
style. 

By Sept. 19th the men of the first five per 
cent considered themselves veterans in the old 
army game and were all set to receive the 
"rookies" as they called them. Between the 



19th and the 22nd, one hundred and eighteen 
men were assigned to our battery. 

Most of the men who came to camp in the 
first draft were filled with the "Spirit of '76"; 
a few were filled with spirit of a most ardent 




Capt. Cecil A. Prazier 

nature but more recent date. All of course 
v^rere dressed in civilian clothes; and what a 
wonderful picture they presented as they made 
their entrance into Uncle Sam's service — men 
of every shade of political opinion, and every 
class of society and yet they all met on com- 
mon ground with the same object in view, and 
that object the subjection of a common foe. 
They were all imbued with patriotic fervor, 
but had a very hazy idea as to who was who 
and ^yhat was what in the army. The burning 
question of the hour seemed to be, "Must we 
salute-the sergeant or not?" and everyone was 
afraid to ask him. The difficulty experienced 
by all rookies in recognizing officers and their 
proper rank was clearly shown by Private 
Doyle's experience. He had just discovered 
that the top-kick is a being of importance in the 
Battery and had heard him asking if anyone 
had seen the Colonel. Shortly afterward he 
heard the Colonel asking for the first sergeant 
and Private Doyle said "Yes. He's in the 
barracks and you had better get a hustle on 
for he has been looking for you and will give 

you H for keeping him waitingi" 

At this time the wash rooms and shower 
baths were not complete, consequently shaving 
done in the early morning with cold water, 
baths taken in a nearby stream where there 



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were six inches of water and twelve of mud, 
and daily pilgrimages round the barracks po- 
licing up scrap lumber and other building 
refuse are happenings which always live in the 
memories of those men whose privilege it was 
to be at camp in the early days of its history. 
As civilians we had always imagined that 
artillery was intimately associated with horses 
and guns, but to our surprise we found these 
were conspicuous for their absence. Captain 
Frazier evidently had the same ideas that we 




Pirst Iiieut. Dale CiirtisB 

had on the subject, and set out to remedy the 
deficiency to the best of his ability. He man- 
aged to get the loan of an ancient member of 
the equine family and the 1917 class in 
"Horseology" was formed, under Lieutenant 
Shields. The class was intensely interested in 
horses,, as some of the questions proved. Pri- 
vate Doyle was very anxious to know which 
was the horse's head, as his father was in the 
livery business and had advised him to become 
a stable sergeant in the army after learning 
all the parts of the horse. Private Daw, being 
greatly interested in the general appearance 
of the genus equus, asked how the horse kept 
himself clean. A little later he was introduced 
to a currycomb and brush and found the 
answer. Day by day the horse lectures con- 
tinued and we gradually became full-fledged 
horsemen, as far as pictures and the drill regu- 
lations would permit. 

When it came to the matter of guns, it was 
a different case. We were unable to beg, bor- 
row or steal anything that even looked like a 
gun; but, between the competence of our offi- 
cers and the policing ability of the men, we 
constructed some rare and beautiful fixtures 
which took the place of the 3-inch guns on 
which we were supposed to drill. The great- 
est problem of the intelligent young cannon- 
eers, Lieutenant Dukes found, was to "Call 
off" correctly; and, when it came to changing 
posts, the result reminded one of a mob of 
grasshoppers gone crazy with the heat. Dur- 
ing the change-post exercise, many arguments 
took place between Privates Lucker and Giftop- 
olus, the latter would insist that the number 
following five was four. However Lucker was 



very accommodating and after a short while 
assumed the attitude of a frog just about to 
jump, so that if he saw a vacant post he was 
always ready to hop into it. 

After "picture horse" lectures, "tar paper" 
gun drills, squads right and squads left, our 
athletic officer. Lieutenant Dukes, known as 
the fastest walker in the battery, decided that 
some four or five mile hikes would be bene- 
ficial to our brain development; and after one 
of these each afternoon, we called it a day — 
unless new recruits came in. In this event we 
were entertained by the Captain, who read us 
a few selections from that surprising book 
known to all soldiers as "Such penalty as a 
Court Martial may direct." 

When we came to camp we found that 
Guard Duty was being done by a detachment 
of the 32nd National Guard. Their removal 
to a southern camp made it necessary for the 
recruits to take up guard duty and being the 
best posted officer on the subject. Lieutenant 
Curtiss was assigned the task of making us 
familiar with the manual of interior guard 
duty. We w^ell remember going out on the 
parade ground to practice on various piles of 
scrap lumber. After each man had proved his 
ability to recite the general orders correctly, 
we were put on regular guard duty. 

One night Lieutenant Curtiss was inspecting 
the guard as Officer of the Day and was com- 
manded to halt by Private Colacicco — "Colly" 
of subsequent wind-jamming fame. Lieuten- 
ant Curtiss halted, expecting the regulation 
question "Who is there?" but it did not come. 
Instead he was commanded to halt a second 
time. Thinking Colacicco was just nervous, 
he attempted to prompt him by asking "Well, 
what comes next?" Like a flash came the 
answer, "1 will call halt the third time and 
then fire." Needless to say, Lieut. Curtiss was 
very glad he butted in when he did without 
waiting for developments. 

About this time we were assigned to our 
new barracks at the extreme western edge of 
camp and, as they were not quite ready for 
occupancy, we sent out a detail to guard them 

each night. After a few nights every one of 

which was wet — we came to the conclusion 
that altho it was called "interior guard duty" 
it was done very much outdoors. During our 
period of guard duty at the new barracks it 
was orders to challenge all civilians in order to 
locate any booze they might be bringing into 
camp — as we did not wish them to drink it all 
themselves. At least that was the way Private 
May looked at it when he rounded up a civil- 
ian carpenter who was bringing in two quarts 
of the "very best." May thought it would 
come in very nice for the use of the guards. 
But Acting Corporal Price convinced the act- 
ing sergeant of the guard — Gustafson — that 
the only thing we dare do was test the quality 
by a deep inhalation and turn it over to the 
Captain, as we were told that the Medical 
Dept. had use for the same. Just then a call 



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came in, "Corporal of the Guard, Post No. 9." 
At double time Dickey and Price made their 
way to the aforesaid post and were just in time 
to rescue Private Sullivan from one of the 
many latrine excavations located around the 
barracks. When questioned as to what he was 
doing down there, "Sully" explained that he 
was taking charge of his post and all govern- 
ment property in view and, as the bottom of 
the hole was not in view, he was investigating. 
At last Private Sullivan was walking his post 
in a military manner and, in the stillness of 
the night, we overheard the Officer of the Day 
asking the sentry on post No. 8 if he "had" 
his general orders. If you remember Private 
Reading — and we all do — you will not be sur- 
prised to learn that he took them from his 
pocket and handed them to the O. D. 

At last our new home was sufficiently com- 
plete for us to move into it and, on October 
30th, 1917, we packed our belongings into our 
blankets (we had not then been introduced to 
the haversack) and left 419 for 1291. By 
this time we were getting into the army way of 
doing things and it did not take us long to set 
up the wood stoves, which were the source of 
heat until the steam plants were completed, 
and get to "setting pretty." 

During November our ordinary drills we 
supplemented by pick and shovel work and 
we gained considerable knowledge as to how 
dug-outs were constructed. An elaborate sys- 
tem of defense work was planned which in- 
cluded dug-outs of sufficient capacity to house 
an entire battalion. But before this was com- 
pleted — on one of the coldest days in Decem- 
ber — we received an order to draw from the 
remount station the horses needed to make us 
into a real artillery outfit, and (we thought) 
relieve us from further infantry drill. The ad- 
vent of the horses gave some of us who had 
had no previous experience with them a chance 
to practice the lessons we had learned by heart 
from Lieutenant Shields. That great command 
which will never be forgotten — "Stand to 
Heel!" — was given for the first time. Private 
Lenhardt says he had no chance to obey them, 
as "Whiskey Dick" had a drill regulation all 
his own which called for a commissioned offi- 
cer to handle. So, after Lenhardt was picked 
up, Lieutenant Clarke came to the rescue and 
TOLD another man how to groom. 

With drills of various kinds to keep us busy, 
the time passed quickly until Christmas was at 
hand. Of course everyone was hoping that 
he would be lucky enough to get a pass which 
would enable him to be with his folks for the 
festive season; and our feelings can better be 
imagined than described when an order came 
through advising that, owing to the congestion 
of the railroads, no passes over Christmas 
would be allowed. However, about the time 
everyone was beginning to feel desperate, the 
order was changed making it possible for twen- 
ty-five per cent of all organizations to be ab- 
sent at one time. Then there was a wildly 



exciting time until we found out who would be- 
the ones lucky enough to get the Christmas 
period. The seventy-five per cent who had to 
remain in camp were admirably fed up by our 
excellent Mess Sergeant Russell W. Lally. Fol- 
lowing is the menu which he provided for din- 
ner: 

Blue Points 

Celery Sweet Pickles Nuts Queen Olives 

Roast Turkey 

Sage Dressing Cranberry Sauce 

Candied Sweet Potatoes American Peas 

Asparagus Salad Saltines 

Mince Pie Vanilla Ice Cream Cake 

Rolls Cheese Butter Mints 

Cigars Cigarettes 

After dinner we were provided with music 
by some friends of his who kindly came out 
from Battle Creek. 

The next event of importance was the 
famous blizzard of January I 1 th, 1918. There 
never was another one like it so far as the 
weather man was able to find out. Snow fell 
mountain high in places and the thermometer 
dropped clear out of sight. Over in front of 
regimental headquarters the little red column 
registered 22 below zero around breakfast 
time and was said to have reached 30 during 
the night. Wild rumors came in of sentries 
frozen on posts, telephone lines down, traffic 
blocked and whatnot. We were fairly com- 
fortable in barracks — using everything from 
shoes to raincoats as bunk covers — and only 




First Iiieut. Julian D. Sargent 

had one scare when the steam quit for thirty 
minutes or so due to a frozen water intake. 
Every once in a while some voyager would re- 
turn with whatever part of his anatomy had 
been exposed frozen a bleak white. We ALL 
got ours when it came to watering and caring 
for the horses. 

It was too cold for even a blanketed horse 
to stick his head out, so we had to carry water 
to them in pails. Suffering criminy, w^hat a 
job! The wind was running wild and our rain- 
coats were soon a mass of sheeted ice. Our 
gloves caked up and our faces lost all sem- 

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blance of feeling. But we finally got the brutes 
filled up and went back to sympathize with the 
poor stable police. We will never forget that 
blizzard as long as we live. It took days to 
get the snow shoveled away and longer than 
that for camp activities to get back into ship- 
shape again. The only place we could find a 
jitney for a day or so was stalled somewhere 







along the road. Those who were out of camp 
that night had a large time getting back. Cap- 
tain Bowen, for instance (he was then acting 
Battery Commander), had a hard time keep- 
ing a private A. W. O. L. of his from looking 
like desertion. Some of the boys on pass got 
an idea they'd never have a chance to come 
back. 

But it all blew over finally and then, as 
Noah once remarked, "The floods came." 
Glory Hallelujah! what a time we had draining 
the corrals and keeping the stalls dry. We had 
a healthy duck pond running under the fence 
between us and "A" Battery's corral. That 
neighbor's husky mud gang promptly drained 
it into "D" Battery's corral and they could not 
pass it on so were literally flooded out. 

After the floods came mud. The old corral 
was one of the fanciest seas of mud you ever 
saw and the entire camp was a mass of sticky 
"goo." Nothing short of hip boots would 
have ever kept our feet dry in those days. But 
the mud passed, as most curses do in the 
army, and we soon found there were other 
things besides squads east and west in the 
U. S. N. A. Every day we spent a large part 
of our time at the stables and after a month's 
training became expert "groomers." Our 
horsemanship instructor, Lieut. Coble, soon 
convinced us, though, that we were not artil- 
lery men until we received our mounted in- 
structions. These had been quite a joke in the 
past with wooden horses but after several in- 
effective attempts at mounting "Whiskey 
Dick" and old "100" we decided that the real 
horses had the joke on us. After we learned 
to stick on a horse with the aid of only a 
blanket and surcingle, we drew some ancient 
harness and some of the guns which rumor 
said were used by the Indians about the year 
1 600. With the aid of this equipment we 
learned the rudiments of mounted drill. 

About this time a Brigade School for non- 
coms was started and there our battery stars 
had their first lessons in actual firing. The 
guns used were American 3-inch light field 



pieces, and on a cold winter morning the bat- 
tery was marched out to the range to see the 
practice. There we heard for the first time 
the whistle of shells as they passed through 
the air — a sound which was to become one 
of our most vivid memories after we had been 
"over there." Shortly afterward these guns 
were issued to the regiment and we had con- 
siderable firing practice. We found that on 
account of the ground being so sandy the guns 
had considerable kick and the gunners were 
warned not to sit with their eyes too close 
to the panoramic sight when the piece was 
fired. Corporal Daw discovered that he would 
in the future have to make allowances for the 
length of his nose as he w^as put out of busi- 
ness for a short while through one miscal- 
culation. Corporal Sullivan also discovered 
that it was an easy matter to make an error 
of 100 miles or so deflection. Fortunately it 
was only an innocent old cow that he killed. 
The observing party claimed that they were 
also in considerable danger, but if they were 
it was not for long for they "sure did run." 
Even the Colonel decided that safety waa more 
to be considered than dignity. 

While we were in Camp Custer we had two 
division and two brigade reviews, in all of 
which Battery B showed up to advantage. We 
were also right in the front when it came to 
sports and our baseball team, under the able 
leadership of Sergeant Harold A. Klees, always 
gave a good account of itself. The battery 
had several leaders in sport events and the re- 
sults are shown in the sports section. 

The death of Arnulf Gloetsner while at Of- 
ficers' Training School was a distinct shock to 
us all. He was battery clerk previous to en- 
tering school and during this time endeared 
himself to all in Battery B by his courtesy and 
cheerfulness. 

Several of our old men went to Officers' 
Training School and of the original sixteen 
only the following men went right through with 



When "Col." Ritter, of the fourth gun squad, 
received the welcome news, on the 10th of No- 
vember, that the firing would cease on the 11th, 
he exclaimed: "Gus, if we can only manage to 
duck those nasty G. I. cans for the next twenty- 
four hours 1" 



us: 1st Sergeant Charles H. Price, Sergeants 
W. A. Gustafson, S. D. Light, and N. 1. Baiter. 
To counteract the losses of non-coms some of 
the privates were promoted and the battery 
was reorganized by Captain Frazier who insti- 
tuted classes and spent a lot of time teaching 
firing data, fire control, etc. 

Another distinction that Battery B can claim 
is that we were the battery chosen from the 
I 60th F. A. Brigade to represent the artillery 
of the 85th Division in the Third Liberty Loan 
parade at Detroit, April 6th, 1918. 



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Early in February we began working on our 
horses — grooming and exercising them — and 
as soon as the fields were dry enough for 
mounted drill we got them in fine shape and 
were able to make a first-rate showing. We 
were drilled every day then and after the 
aforementioned reviews were picked as the 
best drilled battery and the one for the De- 
troit parade. We were all pleased to get the 
trip for though it meant a lot of work, it would 
give our friends in Detroit a chance to see 
just what sort of organization Battery B was. 
By the evening of April 5 th the harness, 
equipment and material had all been cleaned 
and polished up to army standard and was 
loaded on the cars near the corral. The horses 
had been groomed almost steadily that day and 
couldn't be made to look better. Everyone 
was interested and wanted things to look their 
very best. 

We got up at 3:00 o'clock the morning of 
April 6th, ate breakfast and went to the 
stables where our horses were rarin' to go. 
We took them to the remount loading plat- 
form and soon were ready to go. We occu- 
pied seven cars — three for the stock, two flat 
cars for material, one baggage car for harness, 
etc., and one passenger coach for the men. 

We left Camp Custer at 6:00 a. m. and 
arrived in Detroit by 12:00. By 1 :00 o'clock 
we had unloaded, harnessed, hitched in and 
were on our way to Grindley Field where the 
units were to assemble. At 2:30 p. m. the 
parade moved out. Well forward the 3 1 0th 
Trench Mortar Company had a mortar mount- 
ed on a truck from which they fired bombs, 
bursting them in mid-air. Our horses were 
quite nervous from being in the cars and in a 
strange place and the bursting bombs put the 
acme of pep into them. As our turn came to 
move out (we had to pass through a rather 
narrow opening to the street) a carriage of 
the second section collided with a trolley pole, 
delaying the following carriages long enough 
to lose perhaps two hundred yards, and when 
we were free to close up we made a dash down 
Woodward Avenue to beat any fire depart- 
ment. The sight of galloping horses, carriages 
bumping over the pavement and street car 
rails was enough to satisfy any expectations of 
the crowd which lined the streets. 

At Grand Circus Park we were reviewed by 
Major General Kennedy and "shot" by the 
movie cameras which were everywhere. The 
parade went south on Woodward Avenue to 
Jefferson Avenue and came to a halt at the 
Third Street railroad yards. Here we un- 
hitched and made ready to go "home." Major 
Lothrop gave the order that as soon as every- 
thing was loaded ready for the return trip we 
could be dismissed until 8:30 p. m. We 
loaded all the materiel and made it fast to 
the cars in eighteen minutes which time was 
a record breaker we were told. We won our 
dismissal all right and as the greater part of 
the boys lived in Detroit they had an oppor- 



tunity to eat dinner and spend a few hours at 
home. (Some of them didn't spend all their 
time at home apparently.) We started back at 
9:00 o'clock, arriving in Camp Custer at 2:00 
a. m. Before we could sleep we had to un- 
load and care for the horses, so were a tired 
lot of men when we were dismissed at the 
barracks. 

There wasn't a blunder made during the 




Xiieut. Charles P. Ackert 

whole trip and we were complimented by sev- 
eral of the brigade officers for the snap and 
military bearing which the men displayed. 

Along in June came a new bunch of men 
and from these recruits our battery was filled 
to war strength. The process of assimilation 
was most easy and rapid by this time and the 
new men were regular soldiers by the middle 
of July. On the 1 6th we lined up in front of 
old 1291 for the last time, slung packs and 
hiked off down the muddy road. Naturally 
it was raining. We entrained down below the 
remount station and just before noon slid 
silently out of the camp which had come to be 
such a home to us. (We didn't realize how 
much of a home it had been until we hit 
France. ) This was an excellent trip in spite 
of the three-to-a-seat regulation. The Red 
Cross brightened up our trip at several stops 
and people along the line waved good luck 
and good-bye. We reached Jersey City the 
next afternoon, ferried down the river and 
piled off at Long Island City about supper 
time. Had it not been for the Red Cross there 
we would have gone hungry that night. We 
reached Camp Mills rather late and were 
promptly assigned to our tents. No one can 
tell how glad we were to ditch those packs and 
flop on the cot springs. 

Among our more vivid recollections of Camp 
Mills at that time were the never-ending in- 
spections, the close-order drills out in the heat 
and dust, the open air showers and wash pens, 
the merry-go-rounds of clothing issues and 
most pleasant of all the occasional visits to 
New York. After ten days we folded our 



85 



tents like the Arabs and silently moved out for 
France. We boarded the New Zealand "Speed 
Merchantman" Maunganui at night and the 
next morning at 1 1 :00 o'clock pulled out for 
"over there." No tumult and no shouting; 
we were just on our way. 

Our "quarters" were a bunch of mess tables, 
fifteen feet long and set perpendicular to the 
side of the ship and not over a foot apart. Six- 
teen men to a table — packs had to go wherever 
we could land them. "Reckon we just mess 
here," said one buck. "Nope," says another, 
"look at the flock of hooks up above." Flock 
was good. The rafters which were new and 
strong, by necessity it turned out, entertained 
a literal forest of hooks. They were set fac- 
ing alternate directions. You get a canvas 
hammock as we presently discovered and sus- 
pend it between two alternate hooks. Every- 
body else does the same and pretty soon you're 
sardined in like Ring Lardner's traveling 
rookie. You wonder how you're ever going 
to sleep with your head up and your feet ditto 
and two or three heads, pairs of feet or bodies 
bumping into you but you do and don't mind 
it after a day or so. 

That first night out was a wild one. First 
thing we knew everybody was "doing it," as 
Lieut. Curtiss said when he did his bit for the 
fry. Down below, up on deck, everywhere — 
soldiers and officers with a large misery in their 
stomachs and a huge desire to die. The British 
cooking was hard for us to swallow even after 
we lost the MAL-DE-MER but the bread and New 
Zealand jam was wonderful and we made out 
on that. 

Max Corrigan started to "drill" his actors 
on this trip who afterwards toured certain parts 
of France. The show he and some of his 
comrades put on on the boat was much en- 
joyed by all. But the thing we enjoyed most 
of all on the trip was the sight of those old 
torpedo boat destroyers coming out to meet 
us. When we awoke on the morning of 
August I 1 th it was so foggy we could not see 




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but we could distinctly hear the clanging of 
fog bells. Glory be! We were in the harbor 
safe and sound just below Liverpool. Finally 
the fog lifted and we got under way again for 
the last stretch up to the dock. An English 
boy band played snappy Yank tunes while we 
unloaded. 

We hiked across Liverpool to the Central 
Station and piled into dinky English coaches. 
That was the first look most of us had had at 
compartment cars. England's garden-like 
landscape was a distinct novelty to us also as 
we flew over the ground to Southampton. We 
reached that city about midnight and imme- 
diately set out for the British rest camp near 
there. We needed rest when we arrived there 
all right but we didn't get much. At 2:00 
o'clock the next afternoon we were under way 
again for our trip across the English Channel. 
All along the way women and children came 
out to shake hands with us and wish us God- 
speed. 

After a hot, tiresome wait in the dock shed 
we loaded on to the U. S. S. Harvard which 
safely transported us over the most dangerous 
part of our journey. When we looked out the 
next morning Le Havre was in sight. We un- 
loaded there and marched about a dozen kilos, 
more or less, to Rest Camp No. I . This camp 
was on the highest point of ground in the neigh- 
borhood apparently, as we always went up 
and never down. It certainly was some job 
getting there under full pack. 

The following day at about 3:00 o'clock we 
left this camp and hiked back through town to 
the railroad station where we loaded into 
French box cars — the "40 Hommes or 8 Che- 
vaux" kind we'd read about. Running on 
schedule seemed to be something foreign to 
French railroads, hence a delay of five hours 
in starting worried them not at all, but at last 
we were all set (rather part sitting and part 
standing) and left for a training camp "Some- 
where in France." After two days in the cars, 
during which time we became most intimately 
acquainted with Corn Willy and canned toma- 
toes and learned how to sleep on the install- 
ment plan, we arrived at a little village in Brit- 
tany called Messac. There we were billeted 
for the next ten days, during which time we 
had our full quota of close order drill. In addi- 
tion to this there were classes in signaling, fire 
control and gunnery which kept us busy until 
the time came to go into the artillery training 
camp at Coetquidan. We then made our packs 
and started hoofing it once more. That noon 
we reached Maure, 1 3 kilos distant, pitched 
pup tents and slept like logs until morning, 
when we started the journey again, arriving at 
Camp Coetquidan around noon. 

Upon arrival we were assigned to Napoleonic 
barracks w^ith concrete and dirt floors. The 
first night or two in them were anything but 
"downy" ones. A week or so ^vas spent in 
continuation of the training started at Messac. 
Then we drew a battery of French 75 's and 



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our real training began. We found that 
much of the training received in Custer 
was quite different from the French drill 
regulation, consequently drills and more 
drills were the order of the day. Twice 
a ■week we went on the range for prac- 
tice in firing signaling, fire control and 
camouflage. 

September 1 7th, 1918, will always be 
remembered as a red letter day in this 
period of our training. The battery was 
on the range for firing practice and No. 1 
gun had been loaded with high explosive 
shell. The order was given to fire. There 
was a queer flash at the breech and im- 
mediately we sensed that something had 
gone wrong. It seemed hard to grasp 
for a second that about two feet of 
the tube — from the breech forward — had 
been blown to smithereens. But Corporal 
Webber, who was gunner, was lying on 
the ground where he had been thrown by 
the force of the explosion. Johnson, who 
was No. I , was staggering away dazed. 
Investigation showed that fragments of the 
tube had gone clear through the caisson wall, 
tearing several holes in live shells. Noth- 
ing short of a miracle kept the whole place 
from blowing up. Some of the boys recall 
most vividly the sight of the torn-free breech 
block rolling back in the dirt. Chief of Sec- 
tion McCarty hurried to Corporal Webber's 
aid and found he had been but slightly 
wounded in the arm by a shell fragment. John- 
son suffered nothing worse than a bruised leg. 
Thanks to "B" Battery's guardian angel, no 
other member of the gun crew was injured, 
although all of them felt the force of the ex- 
plosion. Collello was No. 2 on this gun crew. 
Beck was No. 3, Steinke No. 4 and Thackham 
No. 5. 

Shortly we drew more horses — not horses 
like we had in Custer but old battle-scarred 
veterans. They did not look so nice but they 
knew their business which was much more im- 
portant. 

To relieve the tension of training some of the 
boys used to make occasional trips to Vinegar 
Hill where they partook of the bottled sunshine 
of "Sunny France." The night before we went 
out on the range for regimental firing problem, 
Bustance went over the hill and while there 
drank well but not wisely of vin rouge. He 
was one of the battery drivers and when he 
got back to the barracks someone asked him 
what he had done with the "Finucan Valves" 
belonging to his harness. Looking very serious, 
Bustance said that they had not been issued to 
him. Following fluent advice he went on a 
search all by himself. Finally, after being 
"finucanned" all over the regiment, he found 
the Captain who asked him if he was sick and 
advised him to go to bed. 

While we were here we lost several of our 
men through sickness. Corporal Adams, Pri- 
vates Kogelshatz and Swayne were sent to the 




Battery B's Billets in Font-a-Mousson — An Old Schoolbouse 

hospital and did not rejoin the battery before 
we left France. Lieut. Fuller Gregson, who 
was the idol of Battery B, left us on a transfer 
to H. Q. Company. Private Smith was sent to 
the hospital and while there died of pneumonia. 
Smith was well liked in the battery and his 
"Going West" was mourned by all of us. 

After eight weeks' training at Coetquidan 
we were in shape for the front. "B" Battery, 
incidentally, did its full share to help the 329th 
make the best qualification record of any 
American regiment up to that time. On Octo- 
ber 22nd, having loaded everything on the 
caissons and escort vsragons, vfe marched to 
Guer, transferred the material to flat cars and 
stowed ourselves in side-door Pullmans for an- 
other two-day trip. On October 24th we ar- 
rived at Andelot and hiked to Manois, where 
we stayed four days. It was here that Mess 
Sergeant Bill Holzer sent out his most famous 
wood detail. They came back with a skinny 
apple tree which subsequently cost us fifty 
francs and beaucoup explaining to an irate 
Frenchman. 

Next we marched to Rimaucort v*rhere we 
entrained for Domgermain. We arrived there 
late at night and considered ourselves lucky to 
find some empty sand bags on which to sleep. 
The following night we witnessed an attempted 
air raid on the hospitals near Domgermain. 
After several attempts Jerry's planes were 
driven off. While here we drew another gun 
to take the place of the one destroyed by the 
explosion. A big British Handley Page which 
alighted near there for gasoline was the sub- 
ject of much curious gaze. 

We left Domgermain in the afternoon and 
that was the last hike we took in daylight until 
the armistice w^as signed. After passing 
through Toul we struck the main highway 
leading to the front. Darkness fell and w^e 
were still hiking. We now began to hear the 
rumble of big guns in the distance and could 
see flashes of light away on the horizon. After 
many weary hours of marching we turned off 
the main road to the left and were just able to 
make out the word Lagney on the signboard. 
This was our last night in an inhabited town 



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before reaching the front. We were so foot- 
sore and weary that we were mighty glad of 
a night's rest, be it in a barn or house, on a 
bed or on the floor. Lights were now added to 
the already long list of things we had to do 
without as they might assist the enemy in locat- 
ing us. The next evening we continued our 
march after a very hasty supper. 

The road from now on was packed with a 
constant steam of trucks, autos and am- 
bulances going to and from the front. Along 
side the road was a narrow-gauge railroad for 




"The Horse is a Tonr-IieggeS. Animal" 

carrying ammunition up to the lines. On and 
on we marched through village and hamlet. 
The night was dark and we could just make 
out bare walls but we were told that they had 
once been villages before Hun shell fire w^recked 
them. Here and there between the villages 
we could distinguish camouflage erected to 
protect traffic from enemy observation. 

At last the word was passed down that we 
were to turn off into a field. We were warned 
to look out for shell holes. In this field we 
pitched shelter tents and got a few^ hours' sleep. 
Before turning in we were told that everything 
would have to be concealed in the woods near 
by before daylight. Accordingly about 4:00 
a. m. we struck tents, hitched in and pulled 
the materiel into the woods known as the 
Bois de Mort Mare. 

This day we had an opportunity to explore 
a little and, as the Germans had only been 
driven out of these woods a short while before, 
we found many things of interest — dug-outs 
made of concrete and steel, ammunition, nar- 
row-gauge tracks running in all directions and 
also a number of American graves. 

On November 2nd in the early morning. 
Captain Frazier and Corporal Ackerman 
mounted their horses and set out to reconnoitre 
for our gun positions. It is needless to say that 
a thrill went through all of us at the news — 
for we would soon be taking an active part 
in the big show. We were kept in touch v^'ith 
the outside world by a Red Cross auto which 
brought us papers every day, such as the Eng- 
lish "Daily Mail" and the Paris edition of the 
"New York Herald." These papers were dis- 



tributed free to the boys and it was some treat 
to get them. 

Upon the return of Captain Frazier and 
Corporal Ackerman the order was given for 
four gun squads and the battery commanders' 
detail to get ready at once as we were to go 
into position that night. What a night it was, 
too, dark and damp and dreary! The ground 
was just a mass of greasy mud and it took all 
the strength of the men as well as the horses 
to get the guns and caissons out of the woods. 
There was Ikey Klein joking as usual and 
Bustance having a terrible time fixing his 
horse's gas mask. "Mess Kit Mike" had all 
his work cut out, making his hands obey his 
wishes and his teeth beat a continuous tattoo. 
The whole outfit was keyed up to concert pitch 
and that trip will live in our memories as long 
as memory lasts. 

We passed through some heaps of wreck- 
age which had once been towns and here and 
there could detect evidences of human habita- 
tion from slivers of light escaping through 
cracks in the walls. Finally w^e came to the 
ruined town of Thiaucourt. We had to stop 
and turn around after crossing the wrong 
bridge and were glad we did as Jerry started 
dropping shells there not 1 5 minutes later. At 
last we were halted in front of what was to 
be our first gun position. As we stood there 
we heard a gas alarm and in double quick time 
had our gas masks on, realizing suddenly that 
"drill-time" was a thing of the past and that 
from now on a gas alarm meant business. We 
also heard big boche shells, facetiously known 
as "G. 1. Cans," whining by on their way to 
Thiaucourt, where we had been such a short 
time before. 

Unless a man has done it himself it is hard 
to realize what a difficult proposition getting 
a battery into a new position on a pitch black 
night is. We sure had our share of difficulties 
but acting under Captain Frazier's excellent in- 
structions, and Lieutenant Curtiss' co-opera- 
tion, we got located in very reasonable time. 
Lieutenant Goble gave his personal opinion of 



Sgt. Himelhoch says: "Our modest young 
first sergeant, Charles H. Price, claims that he 
never was an adept pupil of Isaac Walton's, but 
since seeing him fishing for that wrist watch 
that he accidentally dropped overboard, I'm of 
the opinion that he's an expert at the old game." 



the war when one of the teams got tangled up 
in a mass of barbed wire. It took some time 
to extricate them but they were unhurt and 
all the damage done was a broken pole on 
the limber. 

Most of us had a taste of the sensation of 
stepping on nothing and finally finding one's 
self down in a shell hole or at the bottom of 
a trench. While the guns were being put into 
position it was quiet but just after the horses 



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were sent back, both sides started a barrage. 
At this time Captain Frazier with his assistants 
were figuring firing data and it was tough 
sledding keeping their thoughts on the figures 
and not on the possibility of a Fritzie shell 
having their name on it. The next morning 
brought strange and wonderful tales to the re- 
mainder of the battery stationed in the woods. 
One of the horses was reported to have "gone 
west" either from gas, overwork or heart fail- 
ure. The firing battery was reported to have 
been badly gassed and various other calamities 



A question still unsettled in our minds: Does 
the sound of (lying shells c>->>ate a fainting sen- 
sation? Ask Sgt. Baiter. He knows. 



were presumed to have occurred, but for- 
tunately everything was O. K. By the next 
night the gun crews were fairly well set. 

The men who were left in the woods acted 
each night as ammunition carriers — under the 
command of Lieutenant Goble — and several 
times came closer _ to bursting shells than was 
calculated to be good for the health. Night 
after night the ammunition detail came up to 
the guns and were never heard to complain 
but they were sure glad to get back to Bouillion- 
ville where they had moved from the woods. 
Every day Corporal Tripp or Corporal Eag- 
ling guided up such men as were needed at 
the guns — camouflage men, telephone men, 
etc. Every afternoon Fritz would start put- 
ting over shells (mostly gas) and frequently 
our meals were interrupted by gas alarms. 
The part we played at this position was largely 
a waiting game which was a great deal harder 
than being actually engaged in firing, especial- 
ly with big shells coming over from a distance 
out of our range. 

The gas was the worst thing we had to con- 
tend with and at first we were all very careful 
to get our masks on at the first hint of it. 
Tommy Dale well remembers the rainy day 
when he sat down by an open can of carbide, 
put on his gas mask and kept it on for an 
hour, thinking that acetylene gas was chlorine. 
About the softest job was Sergeant Ed. 
Davey's. Why, ALL he had to do was keep the 
blooming gas away and see that there were 
guards out day and night. Those guards of 
Ed's were so darned good that we used to 
sleep with our gas masks on — sometimes. 

At this time Dreyfus, Watling, "Pansy" 
Burns, Nowlen and the ex-Mayor of Jonesville, 
Deal, were on detached service doing telephone 
work at the first battalion headquarters. Chas. 
Herman's first night at the valley was a corker. 
We were all in our bunks in an old German 
bunk-house half way up the hill. The big 
guns were sending over occasional messages 
to Fritz, each time shaking the hill. Herman 
was a little nervous but as the messages were 



going not coming, he felt reasonably safe, until 
Fritz began to return the compliment. We 
would lie there and listen to them whiz over 
our heads — a-t e-a-s-e — Rest ! Soon they be- 
gan to strike closer and one hit just near 
enough to throw gravel over our roof. Her- 
man sat up quickly and bang! his head and 
the ceiling met. Herm was determined to 
move out but we finally persuaded him to stay 
in our hotel a while longer. 

There is a story told of Sergeant Nate Bai- 
ter that he was given to making the following 
remarks (kindly take into consideration that 
anything like a protracted period of work al- 
ways rests heavily on Nate's mind, making 
him not exactly responsible for what he said) : 
"By golly, 1 don't want this job. Never 
wanted to be sergeant. Going to get the Cap- 
tain to bust me," etc,, etc. Ritter took on 
some sort of commanding status, for as the 
shells began to drop around his piece he would 
say, "All right, boys, two steps to the left, 
for they will change their deflection that much 
on the next shot." And everyone would obey 



Ask the "Rag Sarge," Sid Light, if he really 
saw the statue of Joan d'Arc on the hill at 
Pont-a-Mousson? His sister disagrees with him, 
undoubtedly. 



him even to Lieutenant Curtiss. Also as they 
were digging their gun in all were cheered by 
Rit's pleasant remarks, "It's all for our own 
good, boys." And the picks and shovels 
would move faster than ever. Ah I here comes 
a little German up the valley. No, we are 
wrong; it is only a pair of German boots with 
"Shorty" Kobel in them. Andie Neubecker 
with his faithful assistants, Withey, Hamel and 
Westrom, sure gave us some good meals con- 
sidering the difficulties under which they 
worked. The machine gun crews, under Cor- 
porals Manchester and Barrett were active most 
of the time and fired on several enemy air- 
craft. 

Slippery "Whitey" Larkins entirely on his 
own policed up a German machine gun and 
fired on an American plane luckily without 
damage. This same Whitey was the bug who 
found a boche 77 and came back for a team 
of horses to bring it in. 

We almost neglected to state that it was 
Gustafson's gun crew, on No. 4, that fired the 
first seventy-fiver for B. 

It was Thursday night when old Battery B 
put over a nice little barrage, and it sure did 
look pretty — the flash of the guns in the dusk 
of twilight, the hurrying figures, the firing 
punch. Just after this our horses arrived — 
escorted by the best bunch of drivers who ever 
drew rein and the battery started moving to its 
second position. As we crossed the bridge 
at Thiaucourt Jerry put one over and a frag- 
ment struck Larson in the knee. He was in 



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considerable pain but refused to go on the 
escort wagon until we were outside of the 
town. "This is not a healthy place to stop," 
he said. 

Our second position was about a kilo the 
other side of Thiaucourt and the guns had to 
be placed along a road which was in full sight 
of four enemy observation balloons. All 
around were badly shelled remnants of battery 
positions. But here again all went well until 
the horses had been sent back, when bang! 
bang! bang! bang! four shells struck at regu- 
lar intervals just the other side of the road 
from where our men were busily engaged erect- 
ing camouflage nets for the pieces. Guisbert, 
who was resting for a bit, received a wound in 
the neck from a piece of shell which cut 
through the collar of his overcoat. Had it 
struck a scant two inches further back we 
would have had another game lad to mourn. 
The same shell played hob with Jarosz's pack 
lying near. 

Just in the rear of the guns was a ditch 
which came in very handy as a ducking place 
when shells came over. Its presence accounted 
for the periodic disappearance of several mem- 
bers of the gun crews. After this the shells 
did not come so close but could be heard 
tearing the air up all night. The following 
day, after digging in had been completed, 
the guns were adjusted on Mont Plasir 
Farm. In the afternoon we received a few 
more messages from Fritz but no damage 
was done. The next days were quiet — 
except for the nightly "serenades" of Thia- 
court where the Battery Commander and de- 
tail were located — and then came the World's 
Greatest Event. Here is a good place to put 
in the Gun squads and different Details as they 
were lined up at the front. 

First Gun Squad Sgt. Seefeld, chief of section: 

Corp, Ackerman, gunner; Jasper, No. I ; Finucan, 
No. 2; Hughson, No. 3; Sunday, No. 4; Kelly, No. 5; 
Vickers; Mackie, Ckas. 

Second Gun Squad Sgt. Baiter, chief of section: 

Corp. Sullivan, gunner; Little, No. 1; Lutton, No. 2; 
Goldberg, No. 3; Frey, No. 4; Mackie, John, No. 5; 
Steinke; Moore. 

Third Gun Squad Sgt. McCarty, chief of section; 

Corp. Reiger, gunner; McKinnon, No. I ; Wilson, 
No. 2; Sanford, No. 3; Nelson, No. 4; Saari, No. 5; 
Sherwood; Kramer. 



Fourth Gun Squad — Sgt. Gustafson, chief 
tion; Corp. Ritter, gunner; Vincent, No. 1 
mann. No. 2; Kennedy, Roy, No. 3; Shelton 
Horton, No. 5; Beck. 



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Telephone Detail — Tel. Sgt. L. F. Armstrong, Corp. 
Se^vard, Corp. Herman, Gorp. Hartog, Privates 1 st 
Class Wooster, Hall, Guisbert, Brinkman, Coffman, 
Kobe), Deal, Watling, Dreyfus, Lee, Dale, Nowlen, 
Geo. Burns. 



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Reserve Gun Squad* 

Fifth Gun Squad — Sgt. Davey, chief of section 
Corp. Cuinner, gunner; Kennedy, D. C, No. I ; Roe, 
No. 2; Vaughn, No. 3; Paavola, No. 4; Eisenberg, 
No. 5; Kotlier; Creighton. 

Sixth Gun Squad Sgt. Himelhock, chief of 

tion; Corp. Honsinger, gunner; Meyers, No. 
kervis. No. 2; Bruner, No. 3; Patrick, No. 
Causey, No. 5; Aseltine; Chait. 

Seventh Gun Squad — Corp. Sharick, chief of 
tion; Cook, gunner; Webber, No. I; Jackson, 
Olmstead, No. 3; Lutey, No. 4; Ulshafer, 
Steiner; Calesnik. 

Eighth Gun Squad — Pvt. Scanlon, chief of section; 
McDonald, gunner; Johnson, No. 1; Kneeland, No. 2; 
Marble, No. 3; Vargo, No. 4; Van Spyker, No. 5; 
Hawkins; Travers. 

Can you look back to that memorable date 
and hour and review your thoughts when the 
sound of the guns was suddenly stopped and 
in its place we heard the music of the 55 th 
Band, parading the streets of Bouillionville? 
Most of the men thought of home, "perhaps" 
there were a few up at the guns who thought 
more about getting some hot water for a shave 
than anything else. Incidentally hot water to 
shave with w^as some luxury at that stage of the 
game. After two weeks of getting up at all 
hours of the day and night the idea of a night's 
sleep without interruption was hard to believe. 
But on the night of November 1 1 th most of us 
had one whole night's sleep. You may believe 
it or not, but that night it was hard to sleep — 
it was so deathly still and silent. 

About 11:30 p. m., November 12th, the 
top sergeant came in with the welcome news 
that everyone was to turn out and go up after 
the guns. We say welcome news because it 
was welcomed by about every cuss word in the 
soldier's vocabulary, which is quite extensive 
and fitting for any and all occasions such as 
this one. The news was received in the same 
good humor at the guns, where most of the 
boys had found their first good place to sleep 
in two weeks. But of course everyone turned 
out and helped to get the guns back to the 
echelon. We arrived at daybreak, ready for 
a nice little nap as soon as we had eaten of 
Sergeant Holzer's appetizing breakfast which 
was waiting for us. But no such luck. We 
were ordered to pack all our possesions and be 
ready to hike at 7:30 P. D. Q. Were we down- 
hearted ? No ! 

We left Bouillionville at the specified time 
and marched all day through mile and miles of 
fields that were a maze of trenches and barbed 
wire — Jerry's old fortifications which he had 
once thought impregnable but which the 
doughboys had taken in three days — and at 
dusk of a beautiful day arrived at the war-torn 
town of Pont-a-Mousson on the Moselle River. 
Here we were to spend a three months' stay 
that none of us will ever forget; for we had 
good billets in an old school house which had 
been closed on account of lack of business and 
too much of Jerry's artillery. 



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The first few days were spent in turning in 
all the horses and some of the extra equipment; 
and from then on we began to prepare to go 
HOME — new clothing, shoes, etc., were issued 
and we felt sure we w^ould be on our way by 
Christmas. However we soon found that get- 
ting home was not the quickest and easiest 
thing in the world. For a time we were dis- 
appointed but this soon disappeared through 
the simple application of Squads East and 
West and equal parts of "Right five" and "100 
metres more." Also occasional doses of road 
hikes with packs. 

For recreation we had but very little at first 
except to sit in our rooms and talk or write. 
But soon the Y. W. C. A. arrived and the 
Chaplain established a recreation room which 
was a big help. The Salvation Army was 
right on the job as usual. Through Captain 
Frazier's efforts, we got hold of an old riding 
hall and were the first to fix this up for indoor 
games of various sorts. Later we turned the 
loft of a stable adjoining us into a recreation 
hall. With such activities — and the additional 
in and out door sports of hustling wood — we 
did not have much time to get homesick. We 
also had the task of helping police up the 
town; and it was at Pont-a-Mousson that our 
P. G. force first put into effect the well known 
challenge of the A. E. F. : "Halt! Who's 
tliere?" Answer: Friend with a bottle of 
cognac." Command: "Advance, 'friend,' 
and draw the cork." It was here that friend 
Sullivan tried to shoot down the moon in order 
to present it to a fair mademoiselle of his ac- 
quaintance. It was here also that some of the 
boys wore the seat of their trousers shiny on 
the local (it certainly wasn't a limited) fire de- 
partment. 

Max Corrigan trotted out his troupe of 
Royal Entertainers, after the aforesaid riding 
hall was turned into a Hippodrome, and 
cinched the place of Battery "B's" theatrical 
troupe as one of the best in the A. E. F. Max 
had been training his charges ever since the 
trip over, and from Coetquidan on, presented 
a number of very successful plays and special- 
ties, among them "A Night in Modern Min- 
strelsy" and "The New Judge." Harry Gold- 
berg, John Jasper, D. C. Kennedy, George 
O'Jibway, John F. Scanlan, Orville Luft, John 
A. Schmitt, Floyd Strehl, "Barney" Kobel, Joe 
Fox, Bernard Ritter, and that whale of a little 
man, Jimmie Donnelly, were all shining lights. 
Ray Torrey made some leading "lady" and 
Max himself starred as director and performer. 
All these boys deserve credit for their hard 
work and the "bit" they added to Battery 
"B's" fame. 

Perhaps the one event that will linger long- 
est in our minds was the Christmas celebration 
at Pont-a-Mousson. We were able to secure 
nuts, apples, grapes, cigars and cigarettes to 
give everyone a good portion, thanks to the 
Captain and the best little Mess Sergeant of 
them all. Bill Holzer. The Chaplain, Captain 



Bowen and Captain Brady were with us at the 
dinner and it was some feed. All our officers 
spoke and Captain Brady sang — we'll never 
forget that song. Corrigan ■was there again 
with his show troupe, among them Mile. Fa- 
tima, and the evening was altogether a happy 
one. 

Shortly after this Captain Frazier was taken 
ill with appendicitis and was removed to the 
hospital at Toul for an operation. He came 
up smiling in Battery "B" style. 1st Lieuten- 
ant Sargent was B. C. during part of his ab- 



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Over hill, over dale, 

A» we hit the dutty trail — 

And the caissons go rolling along 

In an out, hear them shout, 
Countermarch! and Right about! 

And those caissons go rolling along. 

II 

Oh, it's Hi! Hi! Hee! for the Field Artilleree! 

Shout out your numbers loud and strong! 
Where'er you go — you will always kno«r 

That the caissons are rolling along. 
(Shouted) KEEP THEM ROLLING! 

That the caissons are rolling along. 
Battery, HALT! 

Ill 

Through the storm, through the night, 
Action left and action right — 

And the caissons go rolling along. 
Limber front, limber rear. 
Prepare to mount, you cannoneer ! 

And those caissons go rolling along. 



sence and 1 st Lieutenant Curtiss the rest. 
About this time also, we acquired two "dove- 
tails" from Saumur — Sergeant C. M. Eddy, 
formerly of the 3 1 0th Train, and Sergeant 
Wm. R. Melton, formerly of Battery "A." The 
latter subsequently became editor of "The 
Barrage." 

After Christmas came the horses again; and 
for two weeks we stood to heel and groomed. 
We even w^ent so far as to give them a bath 
and a nocturnal hair cut before the memorable 
trip to Domgermain when we darned near 
ruined them turning in the guns and equip- 
ment. About February I st a reliable report 
came that we were soon to start for home. 
Pistols were kissed goodbye, so were the rub- 
ber boots and all surplus equipment was turned 
in. The horses were taken over for keeps to 
the 7th Division. 

On February 1 1 th all were aroused at an 
extra early hour by our old friend Colly playing 
that does-get-em-up tune of his. The night had 
been exceptionally chilly so shoes, overcoat 
and hat were about all the clothes necessary 
to put on. After roll call a few instructions 
were delivered which ran something like this: 
1st. Fall out in five minutes with mess kits for 
breakfast. 2nd. After breakfast make up rolls. 



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3rd. Carry mattresses down-stairs, roll them 
tight and put in a pile with the rest. 4th. Pull 
fires and clean all stoves. 5 th. Clean up all 
rooms. 6th. Fill canteens with WATER. 

Bill's breakfast was an exceptionally good 
one and the aforementioned duties were per- 
formed with a snap. We took all the stoves 
possible along with us, left by truck for Drieu- 
lard and immediately set up stoves for a long 
ramble in the box cars. It is reported that 
"Fat" Morrish was rather fearful the fuel in 
his car would not last out the journey. So, 
after some very careful investigations he lo- 
cates a car of what he thought was coal. He 
scrouged several bags of it — without a word 
from the M. P.s or the French officials — and 
was not elated when it turned out to be stone. 

This trip was the most pleasant one we ever 
took in box cars in spite of snappy weather; 
and, after a two-day and two-night ride, we de- 
trained at Besse-sur-Braye. Then we learned 
there was a nice hike ahead of us. Our packs 
were to be carried for us, so we made a long 
roll of our blankets, horseshoed them and 
made Ecorpain before midnight. Some of the 
boys with two suits of underwear on found this 
journey a trifle warm. The rations we had 
brought along were next distributed and we 
were assigned to our billets — barn lofts or any- 
thing. The little village of Ecorpain (called 
by the boys Ache or Pain) is composed of 
about 500 souls and is one of the nicest, clean- 
est little villages that we were in in France. It 
is about 7 kilos from St. Calais and 38 kilos 
from Le Mans. 

We remained here about five days, going 
through the usual routine of foot drills, etc.. 



Sorry that vre did not get a picture of 2nd 
Lieut. Goble before he left for the A. of O. 



under the command of 1 st Lieutenant Curtiss. 
Captain Frazier had not yet recovered suffi- 
ciently from his operation to be back with the 
battery. Lieutenant Ackert made a generous 
To^vn Major with the assistance of Sergeant 
"Blackie" Daw. Then we moved about 15 
kilos to Sarge. 1 st Lieutenant Sargent's con- 
ducting speed was just to our liking on this 
trip. Sarge is a rather sleepy little village lo- 
cated on a railroad and bisected by a river. 
We all had pretty fair billets here and the 
French people were certainly nice to us. 
Thanks to Lieutenant Ackert a number of the 
men enjoyed French feather beds. In passing 
we must not forget the bath house which was 
operated gratis by our old friends, Withey, 
Alabam Shelton, and Charlie Haight. 

It was here that our "Rag" Sergeant, Sid 
Light, the Saginaw Kid, came perilously near 
issuing a crop of cooties with some supplies he 
got. Bill's adoption of a mess hall was free 
and easy here as we ate out under the sunny 



skies which generally rained. On Saturday 
March 1st we proceeded to St. Calais, billeted 
there over night and started on with the regi- 
ment the next morning for Nuille-le-Jolais. We 
passed everything on the road this trip, making 
the 23 kilos in jig time and A- 1 shape. Hiking 
without packs was very nearly a treat; Major 
Lothrop was in charge of this whole trip, and 
he sure made it slide easy. 

We made Camp D'Auvours, otherwise 
known as the Belgian Camp, shortly after noon 
and were quartered in fairly respectable bar- 
racks. This was the place where we got our 
first taste of eating on the fly (those four line 
mess halls were sure a wonder) and our first 
glimpse of decent weather. After sundry in- 
spections, we left on the 9 th for the Le Mans 
entraining camp, got a cup of bon hot choco- 
late and some cookies from the "Y" and en- 
trained in the rain for Brest. The sight of 
American box cars gave us the idea that maybe 
we could sleep once in side-door Pullmans. 
But 5 3 men to a car brought on the same old 
nightmare of hobnails in your face, nether ex- 
tremities over your chest and weighted drowsi- 
ness in your feet. 

The day we pulled into Brest was one of the 
three hundred and thirty wet ones they have 
there every year, but our spirits refused to be 
dampened as we thought of boarding a home- 
bound transport next day. We did like fun. 
We stacked our packs in a long shed, went 
through another of those marvelous A. E. F. 
kitchens for some slum, etc., and toot sweet 
set out for a long grind up the hill to our last 
overseas camp. The folks back home didn't 
need to worry about this camp — it was a Yan- 
kee engineering feat par excellence when we 
hit there whatever it may have been as French 
mud. But it was no rest camp. Work was 
going on day and night and our battery fur- 
nished its full quota of details. What with being 
deloused, inspected, rehearsed for the boat 
entree, etc., we had no time for homesickness. 

While at Camp Pontanezan we were scared 
out of nearly seven years' growth by reports 
of the things we could not do or say without 
landing in a labor battalion. Rumors that we 
should not say anything against the ancient 
order of M. P.s or make slighting remarks 
about frogland were religiously respected. 

Finally after the last pack inspection made 
on the run through the big inspecting mill, the 
great day came and we trudged silently down 
to the dock — everyone as shaved and shined 
up and happy as ■we could ever recollect hav- 
ing been. There had occurred however one 
accident that marred the occasion for all of us. 
Our beloved little Irishman, Jimmie Donnelly, 
had broken his leg the night before in a 
friendly little scuffle. We hated to leave him 
even more than he hated to stay. 

We reached the dock before noon and 
blessed the Red Cross again when they handed 
us some goodies and a pair of wool socks. The 



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order to load came promptly and we marched 
out in gangplank formation, calling our first 
name and initial as we stepped up to that 
longed-for plank. The boat was only a lighter 
but we knew we were headed for the Leviathan 
and there was music in our hearts and on the 
dock. We boarded the greatest ship in the 
world shortly before noon. We will not at- 
tempt description of her here as she is to be 
carefully "covered" in another section of the 
book. Instead we will take up our duties on 
the boat which were many and laborious. 
"Army" (Sergeant Leighton F. Armstrong) 
was put in charge of the Mess hall detail. ("B" 
Battery was assigned the job of dishing out 
chow to the 12,274 men on board.) All this 
detail had to do was: I. Set up all the tables. 
2. Act as ushers and traffic cops. 3. Feed the 
wounded. 4. Wash the wounded's dishes. 5. 
Clean garbage from all tables after meals and 
empty same. 6. Wash all tables. 7. Scrub 
their legs. 8. Put tables away. 9. Sweep the 
floor. 1 0. Mop the floor. 1 1 . Scrub the walls 
and pillars. 1 2. Keep the port-holes clean. 
1 3. Do the above to the mess hall lobby. 

In addition we had sixty men on the provi- 
sion detail working under Sergeants Doyle and 
Light, a bunch of "Garbage" men under Ser- 
geant Ed Davy, etc., etc. Hark, we seem to 
hear those commands: "Take it with you, 
take it with you!" "What?" "The garbage." 
Or again, "Don't forget it, men, don't 
forget it." We can see old Scanlon yet, 
running around with his megaphone prompt- 
ing the large army on board to take it 
with them. There is old Patrick standing 
there directing Jack to his place or Ikey 
Kline sending someone for candy on April 
Fool's Day. That always smiling, agreeable, 
little chap, Leon Hall, held sway in the lobby, 
assisted by Guisbert from Gilford, Shorty 
Kobel, etc. "Hot stuff coming through. Gang- 
way!" By golly here comes "silent" Mounds- 
ville and his sidekick with another ton of gar- 
bage. In the kitchen Bolsheviki Lenhardt, 
hardworking little Flood and Whitey Meyers 
steaming industriously over the grub. 

We went at it all with the old "B" Battery 
pep and spirit and won new laurels for the 
organization. The Captain of the ship sent the 
following report to the Commanding General: 
"It is desired to call attention to the excellent 
manner in which the messing arrangements 
have been carried out by the troops now on 
board. The first meal was handled better than 
has ever been done heretofore, there being no 
confusion and the whole system being appar- 
ently understood by everyone concerned. The 
successful way in which this messing has been 
handled is due to the ability and co-operation 
of the Mess Officer (Captain Frazier) and his 



assistants. Please accept on behalf of the ship 
our appreciation of the strict attention to duty 
and earnest co-operation which has brought 
about this excellent result." By way of infor- 
mation we might state that we made a new rec- 
ord on this trip, feeding 11,000 men in 80 
minutes, or a man to every half second. 

The Chief Steward spoke personally to our 
men before they left the boat and gave them 
the sort of puff that makes any kind of hard 
work worth while. 

We were less than six days on the trip, leav- 
ing the harbor at Brest March 26th and arriv- 
ing at Hoboken April 2nd at 1 I a. m. Say, 
folks, but that old Statue of Liberty did look 
good! One of the unfortunate events of the 
voyage was that our old friend the painter, 
Charlie Haight, was taken sick and had to be 
transferred to the hospital. 

"B" Battery had to stay on board and clean 
up the Mess Hall after the rest had disem- 
barked, hand out another meal and then clean 
up again, but we finally came down that old 
gangplank of our dreams and marched up the 
dock for the L. 1. Ferry. At the Long Island 
station we got a special train for Camp Mills. 
"Shades of the immortal Homer, look at the 
cars!" says Jay J. Deal. "They're civilized!" 
Things did not look familiar when we reached 
Camp Mills — some modern Aladdin had trans- 
formed the sea of tents into a city of neat green 
barracks — but even the cots without mattresses 
looked good there. 

At 4:15 a. m. the next morning we were 
ordered out for another delousing, were 
fitted with new clothes in spots and went back 
to a session of liberal passes, augmented chow 
and the first real rest we'd had in the army. 
Nevertheless we were all hilariously happy 
when the two weeks and a day rolled by and 
we wended our way back to Custer and home 
in REAL Pullman style. We were asked in 
Camp Mills if we wanted to parade in Detroit, 
and just so the folks will know our real reason 
for refusing we want to say — it was because 
our love for carrying packs was a thing of the 
dim past. 

But stay, we cannot "fineesh" this history 
without a word or two about old Dan Horn- 
beck, the demon battery clerk. Dan went clear 
through the endless tangle of red tape and de- 
tail which was the army with less fuss and 
furore than any battery clerk we ever saw. He 
treated every man alike and he survived more 
questions than Jonah on his return from thfi 
whale — always with patience and cheerful- 
ness. By golly, we appreciated Old Dan, too ! 

SERGEANT A. R. DAW, Battery Editor. 
Assisted by Deal, Price, Sharick, Light, Her- 
man and Melton. 



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Do you remember back so many years ago 
that first day in September, you started out to 
school so bravely and yet with so much trepi- 
dation? Do you remember how early that 
morning your mother carefully brushed your 
clothes, combed out the tousled shock of hair, 
gave your necktie a loving little pat, and after 
closely scrutinizing you, softly kissed you on 
the forehead, while tears started to her eyes as 
she realized her baby was no longer here! He 
was fast growing to a man ! Then you marched 
so stiffly down the street towards the little red 
schoolhouse, conscious that the eyes of the 
whole town were upon you. 

Such was the feeling of Recruits Berry, Hew- 
itt, De Laura, Vaytao, Shoemaker, Stewart, 
Garvalia and eight others, that fifth morning 
in September, 1917. They were of the orig- 
inal five per cent draft, an untried feature in 
American history. Assembling at their re- 
spective local boards in Detroit, they were 
transported to the Armory and joined by about 
1 70 others. After having their personal bag- 
gage checked and all arrangements made for 
the trip, the entire bunch went over to Al 
Smith's Lunch Room on Cadillac Square and 
had their last lunch as civilians. We have no 
doubt but that every single one of them or- 
dered a big portion of "ham and." Leaving 
there with a band leading, the march was con- 
tinued to Jefferson Ave., thence west to Wood- 
ward and up Woodward to Elizabeth. Here 
D. U. R. cars were in readiness and after 
boarding them, the boys ■were taken to the 
Michigan Central Station, which place they left 
at one o'clock sharp, amid the cheers, good- 
byes, and God-speeds of an immense crowd of 
relatives and friends. 

It would be hard to describe the expressions 
on the various faces or to picture the diversity 
of feelings among that little band of fifteen, 
the nucleus of Battery C. What did the future 
hold for them? How soon before they would 
be ready to send overseas to face the Hun? 



5attery Q 



Would any of them become noncoms or would 
they even aspire to a commission? Such ques- 
tions naturally kept revolving in their minds 
and created that atmosphere of uncertainty 
and expectancy which always surrounds any 
untried venture or experience — such as is cre- 
ated by that first day at school. 

Arriving at Camp Custer, then began that 
memorable hike, with suit cases, grips and 
other appendages, up the "Big Hill." 'Twas 
a long, hard pull for most of them, the day be- 
ing hot and uncomfortable and the baggage 
heavy. Then at the top of the hill before their 
view lay the uncompleted Custer, barracks 
under all stages of construction. Piles of lum- 
ber and all kinds of building material lay 
strewn around. It was not an inspiring sight 
at that time and little did anyone dream that 
ten months of their lives would be spent within 
its limits. 

Upon reaching the receiving station, the en- 
tire crowd were steered thru the various exam- 
inations and inspections and given the choice 
of the branch of service they wished. Natu- 
rally some chose artillery and representatives 
of the various batteries were there to pick out 
their assigned number. Lieutenants Carrico 
and Dickie selected as their recruits our orig- 
inal fifteen who formed the basis of Battery 
C. That evening after being issued bed sacks, 
two blankets, tow^els, soap and messkits, they 
were marched up to Barracks 399 and after 
supper served by civilian cooks, the first night 
was spent under military rule as soldiers of 
Uncle Sam's great army. One of the worst 
electrical storms of the summer swept over 
camp that night and the new barracks rattled 
and shook as tho the elements were trying to 
annihilate both building and occupants. 

The next few days were spent in getting ac- 
quainted with our officers thru means of per- 
sonal interviews. Our Battery Commander was 
Captain C. A. Baxter and our Lieutenants, 
Ackert, Carrico, Watts, Jones and Dickie. 



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Battery "C" — Taken at Camp Mills 



Shortly after Lieutenants Watts and Jones were 
transferred to Camp Green, and we acquired 
Lieutenants Booth and Sheffield in their places. 
Later Lieutenants Booth, Ackert and Carrico 
were taken from us and Lieutenants Gay and 
Casey ^vere assigned. 

About this time also, we were "shot." When 
writing about those "shots in the arm," what 
shall we say to describe them adequately! 
With fiendish delight those medics jabbed 
long slender needles into our tender flesh and 
pumped oodles of unknown mixtures thru our 
veins! Then we were vaccinated and very 
soon both arms began to ache and stiffen up 
on us. Many were the ohs and ouches and 
even stronger when someone ran against an- 
other's arm. And it seemed that such pleas- 
ure was derived from our tortures that the 
operations were thrice repeated. The only 
grim humor we could get out of it was the 
thought that our friends to follow would get 
the same treatment. Misery loves company, 
you know. 



After clearing the decks for action, as it 
were, we were instructed in the rudiments of 
foot drill. The step from a raw recruit to a 
finished soldier is a long one and the boys all 
realized it was necessary for them to be initi- 
ated into the mysteries of many military 
secrets. 

Stocks of clothing, shoes and other neces- 
sary military apparel had not been shipped in 
in large enough quantities and many a soldier 
wore parts of his civilian clothing for weeks 
after his induction into the army because of 
inadequate supply. At first, our army was a 
nondescript one from a clothing point, be- 
cause of lack of uniformity. 

About the fifteenth of September, our bat- 
tery was transferred to Barracks 4 1 6. One can 
imagine fifteen fellows playing "Pussy wants a 
corner," in a building built to accommodate 
two hundred. In fact they were absolutely lost 
in the big barracks, but not for long, as, on 
Sept. 1 9 and 20, they were joined by sixty new 
men. From then on hard work was the sched- 




More of Battery "C" — Fhoto Taken at Same Time. 
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ule. Drilling, building roads and assisting in 
clearing up the camp was the order of the day. 

Guard mount was a most amusing spectacle 
at first. Hardly any of the recruits had even 
heard of such a thing and many are the com- 
ical incidents told. There were fourteen posts 
widely scattered. Every battery had its turn 
at standing guard and Battery C generally 
drew a rainy, disagreeable day. The ground 
was in especially bad condition and one day 
while Dibble and Smith were on guard, they 
fell in a big bog hole, getting soaked from 
head to foot and plastered with mud. And it 
would take some hole to cover big Smitty ! 

Guarding the electric railway station was a 
soft, easy job! All one had to do was to search 
every inbound person for whiskey or liquor of 
any kind. Some bootleggers were caught, but 
we have our doubts if much evidence ever 
reached the guardhouse. 

On October 3 1 , forty-four of our men were 
transferred to Waco, Texas, to join regiments 
there that were training for immediate over- 
seas service. This left only about thirty men 
to carry on all the work. As there were no 
stables connected with 416, it was again neces- 
sary on Nov. 1st to move to 1290, a distance 
of about two miles. Then it took time to get 
comfortably located and settled, and much the 
same work of clearing the surrounding grounds 
had to be done over again. Preparatory to re- 
ceiving horses, the stables and corrals had to 
be arranged and gotten in order. In the mean- 
time another bunch of recruits joined us Nov. 
19 and 20, and we greatly welcomed their 
presence, as we knew they would relieve us of 
much K. P. work and other arduous duties. 

Thanksgiving Day was a day of big feasts, 
real turkey, cranberries — an' everything. The 
meals served were a reminder of home, be- 
cause of quantity and also quality. The day 
was mostly spent in resting. Our dining room 
had been newly painted and with appropriate 
decorations presented a festive appearance. 
A number of civilian visitors helped us to cele- 
brate. 

On December 1 2, the long-looked-for 
horses arrived, a sort of advance Christmas 
present. And they were beauties, too, 1 64 of 
the wildest, head shy, hard kicking and sharp 
biting, four-legged animals that ever graced 
(or rather disgraced) the name of horse. To 
say the least, we had our hands full. Then 
work in earnest began and a certain amount of 
fun too, that is watching the other fellow hav- 
ing troubles with his pair. Did you ever, when 
you were stable police, stick your head inside 
the stable door, and rattle a can of oats? In- 
stantly pandemonium reigns. It was worth 
a persons' life to feed those hungry brutes at 
four o'clock of a winter's morning. One would 
imagine, to hear such a bedlam of noise, that 
they had not been fed for weeks, instead of 
the night before. We often tried to solve the 
secret of sneaking up on 'em in the dark, but it 
still remains a mystery. 



What a delight it was to plough thru snow 
waist high in places, over to the stables to feed 
and water our pets! Do you remember how 
everyone ran to get the job of breaking the ice 
in the watering trough? And after feeding 
had been properly looked after, what a regular 
grooming by detail they got! Then came har- 
nessing and saddling. What an occupation for 
a bunch of ex-chauffeurs, machinists, and 
others, who knew not a hame strap from a hay 
rake or the near from the off horse! Still our 
officers took kindly to us raw recruits and soon 
had us fashioned after a shape into drivers. 
Practice makes perfect and so by working 
every day at these things we began to grasp 
their meaning and use with intelligence. 




Capt. Curtiss A. Baxter 

Some of the boys thought they were regular 
cowboys and bronco busters and volunteered 
to break the ponies. They soon found to their 
sorrow that it was more difficult to stick on 
than they had imagined. Many times they 
found themselves catapulting thru the air and 
generally landed head first in a deep snow 
bank. Another aggravating thing was that 
when someone did get a horse nicely broken it 
was picked off by some noncom or lieutenant 
for his own personal use. 

In the meantime, it snowed. Will we ever 
forget the quantity of beautiful, white, feathery 
substance which fell the winter of I 9 I 7- 1 9 I 8 ? 
Seemed as tho it would never stop falling. We 
would no sooner get several miles of road 
shoveled when down another storm would 
sweep upon us, until along every road moun- 
tedns of shoveled snow lay in heaps. That 



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little gully leading to the stables was full to the 
brim each morning. 

And then the coal pile! Did any boilers 
ever consume so much coal as those we fed 
last winter? Why we just jumped from one 
job to another, shovel snow one day, coal the 
next, stable police, then kitchen police, after- 
wards guard (oh, those terrible 22 below zero 
days on which to walk a post) and between 
times in our spare moments, we drilled and 
drilled and physical cultured and went to vari- 
ous specialty schools. 

Soon rumors began to ooze around that 
there w^ould be Christmas passes, to be contra- 
dicted by others that no one would be allowed 
out of camp. Christmas approached with a 
state of uncertainty in the air as to where and 
how we would spend it. However shortly be- 
fore the 20th, it w^as finally decided that 25 
per cent of the men at a time w^ould get four- 




First Iileut. Walter S. Bartlett 

day leaves. In this way every man w^ould be 
home at some time during the holidays. 

Many were the packages of good things to 
eat which came into the barracks those days. 
Each shared with the other, candy, cakes, pies 
and many other eatables and this was all on 
top of the three big, healthy meals issued every 
day to us. Under the influence of plenty to 
eat, regular hours, fresh air and exercise, all the 
boys were gaining both in weight and color. 
Those w^ho in civilian life had been confined to 
indoor work were losing their pale, sickly looks 
and becoming brown skinned and clear-eyed. 

The holiday passed quickly and everyone 
settled back to the former routine. On Janu- 
ary 1 2 ocurred the big snowstorm which was so 
heavy that traffic of all kinds was tied up from 
Saturday to Monday. Snowdrifts were piled 
almost roof high in many places and there was 
much tunneling and shoveling to be done. 
Guard duty was well nigh impossible, but by 
frequent changes, the men were kept from 
freezing. 

From the first we had the use of a piano 
secured thru the efforts of Lieutenant Ackert, 
but as we were unable to get a piano player 
amongst any of the new recruits, it was deemed 
advisable to buy a Victrola. On January 22, 
after taking up a collection, one was installed 



with numerous records, and from then on we 
had plenty of "canned music" of all descrip- 
tions. 

About the 25th of the month practically the 
entire camp was quarantined as several cases 
of spinal meningitis had broken out and an 
epidemic was feared. This quarantine did not 
affect the artillery section, as much as the in- 
fantry and more crowded sections. 

"Bill" Sugden and his gang from Tuscola 
county put in their appearance round the 29th 
and these rookies surely furnished amusement 
for the regulars, as we now considered our- 
selves. We immediately picked on them for 
stable and kitchen police, grooming horses, etc. 
In the early part of February came a thaw^ 
which left our section of the camp almost a 
chain of lakes. Rowboats were needed for dry 
transportation. Arctics were then issued, 
which should have been handed out back in 
the fall so as to have been of some use to us. 
Captain Baxter left on the 6th for Fort Sill to 
attend the School of Fire. Lieutenant Booth 
took charge of the battery, but shortly after he 
also went to Sill and Lieutenant Gay assumed 
command. 

About this time, came an event of impor- 
tance. The first time we hitched up to the 
pieces and caissons was on Valentine's Day. 
From then on w^e had actual drill practice. 

Major-General Kennedy took command of 
the 85th Division March 1st. This was greatly 
impressed upon our minds, because of the fact 
that there were no more Sunday morning in- 
spections, such as had been our abomination. 
"Red" Richter caught the mumps and it 
was necessary to quarantine almost the entire 
battery, that is those who did not sneak out 
before the doctors nailed up the quarantine 
card. The boys who escaped were placed in 
the annex 1282, and comprised those on spe- 
cial duty. During the week of March 2 1 , there 
was a general cleanup thruout the camp and 
every effort was made to improve the appear- 
ance of barracks, stables and other buildings. 
C stands for clean and we WERE. 

The Cleanup Week was apparently a fore- 
runner for the Divisional Review on March 30, 
the first mounted review held in Custer. 

Our spare moments were spent in boxing 
and many were the good bouts pulled off. Very 
few of us will forget the memorable match 
between Horseshoer Scavone and Sergeant 
Voytko, in w^hich Scavone showed Voytko 
many points about boxing he had never seen 
or heard of. In fact the result was a K. O. for 
Voytko about the fourth round, after he had 
been pummeled all over the ring. 

Along the first of April, pistol practice was 
the schedule and many contests were held 
thruout the camp. Lieutenant Gay captured 
the highest honors in the camp by his sharp- 
shooting. We also began firing on the range 
with sub-caliber shells for short distances and 
after we became proficient in this, the shells 



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were changed to the regulation 3-inch at the 
normal distance. 

Captain Baxter arrived from Fort Sill on 
April 23 and three days later a new bunch of 
men reached us. Now our two barracks were 
filling up and we began to feel we would soon 
have a full battery, but right away orders 
started coming in, transferring right and left. 

A mounted review was held on May 4 and 
the new men were marched over to the field in 
a body and allowed to view it. From now on 
everything was hustle and bustle. Rumors of 
leaving for overseas were becoming more pro- 
nounced and drill periods were made harder 
and longer. 

On May 12, Cecil Hendricks, who had con- 
tracted pneumonia, passed away at the Base 
Hospital. Bugler Rankin accompanied the 
body to Clifford and played "Taps" over the 
grave. This was the first death we had in the 
battery and all felt keenly his decease. 

More rumors of leaving Custer came float- 
ing around and numerous overseas equipment 
inspections and a Brigade review on June 21 
helped greatly to strengthen these suspicions. 
On June 2 7 our last bunch of recruits arrived 
and almost immediately they were started drill- 
ing and driving. The ground was thoroughly 
dried and very dusty and we always came in 
from rides or foot drills covered with pow- 
dered earth from head to foot. The bathhouse 
with its showers of hot and cold water was cer- 
tainly a favorite place each evening. 

The 4th of July was quietly celebrated, 
many of the boys getting passes for various 
places. 

The Sunday following was the last time 
passes were issued out of camp eind, on July 
9, entrance to or exit from Custer was pro- 
hibited because of early departure. Lieutenant 
Sheffield, Sergeant Schneller, and Corporal 
Chadwick, our advance party, left July 1 and 
we knew that our departure was not far dis- 
tant. We were all anxious to leave, even tho 
Custer had been generous to us in every re- 
spect. Our quarters were excellent, food good 
and plentiful and passes helped to relieve the 
monotony of drilling. It is hard to tell what 
we expected overseas, but apparently we were 
just bored and needed a change. How many 
times in later months did we fervently say 
"Our kingdom to be in Custer again!" Little 
did we realize what a paradise we were in 
until quarters in France brought poor food, 
scarce and general conditions far below nor- 
mal. 

Leaving Camp Custer about noon July 1 6, 
1918, we traveled in style on the Michigan 
Central to Weehawken, N. J., where we took 
the ferry to Brooklyn. Style is mentioned 
here because in view of later modes of travel 
and conveyances, the old M. C. cars were 
rolling palaces. At Brooklyn we boarded the 
Long Island trains which transported us to the 
entrance of Camp Mills on Long Island. We 
arrived there near midnight in a drizzling rain 



and a more disheartened bunch never was 
viewed. The heavy packs were galling and 
the rain disagreeable. No lights were to be 
seen, and only by the aid of a few weak flash- 
lights did we locate some empty tents in which 
to "flop" for the night. Some were lucky 
enough to find iron cots, others preferred the 
dirt floor to aimlessly wandering around look- 
ing for more beds. 

In that city of tents, which were regular 
Turkish bathhouses those hot July days, we 
dwelt till July 30th rolled around. Numer- 
ous clothing and medical inspections, the 
abomination of every soldier, were the order 
of the day. Dust storms and showers were 
frequent and disagreeable. However, passes 
to New York City and nearby towns and 
beaches helped greatly to enliven our last few 
days in the good old U. S. A. We also caught 
sight of our advance party, which left the camp 
on the 2 1 st for overseas. 

July 30th we rode again to Brooklyn; and, 
after boarding a ferry, w^ere transferred in the 
regular routine to the British Steamer Maun- 




First Uent. John B. Gay 

ganui which was to be our home till August 
1 1 th. It was with mingled feelings of regret 
and pride that we viewed the fast disappear- 
ing outlines of the Goddess of Liberty — the 
symbol of that Freedom from Militarism for 
which we had taken up arms. 

As Joe Bedore would say "De win' she blow. 
Bimeby she blow som' more." Most of us 
had a touch of seasickness, some more than 
others. As a whole, however, the trip was 
uneventful. No submarine attacked us, due no 
doubt to the strength and watchfulness of our 
convoy and, after passing through the thick fogs 
between Ireland and Scotland, we awoke on 
the morning of August 1 1 th to find ourselves 
anchored in the harbor at Liverpool. 

We disembarked there amid loud whistlings 
and cheers of the gathering crowds, about 1 1 
a. m., and after marching to the depot, where 
we were served coffee and cakes by the Eng- 
lish Red Cross, we took train at 12 noon for 
Southampton, arriving about 10:30 the same 
evening. This daylight trip across England 
was an enjoyable one for all. It was made in 



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compartment cars, with thick, comfortable 
cushions, and only eight men to a compart- 
ment. The scenery was grand and the sights 
kept us "rubbering" from one side of the train 
to the other. Practically none of us had ever 
been in England or even abroad and we were 
anxious to get an eyeful. While we were ex- 
tremely tired that evening we all felt amply 
repaid for our efforts to see and appreciate all 
there was to be seen. 

Upon arriving in Southampton at 10:30, we 
had a heartbreaking trip to what was comic- 
ally called a "Rest Camp." With full packs 
we marched several miles thru darkened 
streets to the outskirts of the city where the 




First Iiieut. Hug'h DlcMe 

camp was situated, and as we hadn't got our 
land legs, we were thoroughly tired out and 
covered with perspiration, the evening being 
warm and suffocating. That night, our first on 
terra firma, we slept fine and supposed we 
were there for several days' rest. Where the 
rest came in, we were unable to find out, as we 
pulled out the next noon, and made the trip 
afoot to the boats — this time bound for Le 
Havre, right across the English Channel. We 
made that excursion on an American built 
boat, the Harvard, with an American crew, 
and altho the dash for the French port was 
made under cover of darkness with not a peep 
of light showing, we were not afraid, being un- 
aware that this was one of the most dangerous 
portions of our entire trip. 

The next morning when the sun rose we saw 
Le Havre, France, in the distance. After lying 
in the harbor all morning for the tide to come 
in, we landed about noon, and were greeted 
on the docks by train loads of wounded sol- 
diers waiting to be transferred to hospital 
ships. At that particular time we didn't know 
whether to consider this an ominous sign or 
not. Then began another back-breaking 
march. It was hotter than ever and up hill 
all the way to another "Rest Camp." We were 
too tired to look with critical eye upon the 
narrow, crooked streets, the buildings different 
from our own, and the people and their mode 
of dress. 

Arriving there about 4 p. m. on the 1 3th, 
we were fed on "bloaters," bread and tea. 
This camp was the origin of our famous "dry 



wash," invented by Captain Baxter because of 
the lack of sufficient water, even tho the At- 
lantic flowed at our feet. A brisk massage of 
the entire face and body with the dry hands 
was considered to be enough to give us the 
semblance at least of cleanliness, and in after 
months it turned out to be sufficient as we 
really had no means of bathing. 

After resting over night and next morning, 
on the afternoon of the 1 4th, we marched to 
the railroad and boarded box cars with that 
now familiar sign "Hommes 40 — cheveaux 8" 
painted on the side. Can you imagine 36 sol- 
diers, with all their military belongings and 
sufficient rations for three days, packed into 
those dinky 20x6 "side door Pullmans"? One 
striking feature was their perfect ventilation 
and excellent means of observation, each car 
being practically all doors and windows. 
While these cars 'were not nearly as comfort- 
able as the English coaches, yet we saw a great 
deal of the country from our observation posts. 
And those funny little engines with their shrill 
toy whistles! How they tickled our fancy for 
miles! 

After leaving Le Havre, we passed thru such 
large places as Rouen, Nantes, Alencon, Le 
Mans, Laval, and Rennes, detraining at Mes- 
sac, a small town south of the River Villaine, 
and 20 miles southwest of Rennes. Messac be- 
ing reached late in the afternoon of the 15 th, 
we marched across the river and pitched our 
pup tents on the lowlands and enjoyed the 
first real night's sleep since leaving the States. 
The next morning we were scattered thruout 
the town, in mills, barns, schoolhouses, etc. 
We w^ere well treated by the inhabitants. The 
river furnished us a bathing and washing place 
and you can imagine, after two weeks' travel- 
ing we were badly in need of a regular bath. 
Here the first mail from "back home" caught 
up to us and we w^ere feeling pretty happy. 

On the top of a hill of solid rock near the 
center of the town stood a church built 250 
years ago, presided over by a venerable and 
benevolent-looking priest and his young assist- 
ant who spoke broken English with such a 
quaint accent. How well do 'we all remember 
at eventide the tolling of the church bells, the 
end of each perfect day, the hour of peace and 
quiet, when all the world about us was stilled 
and everyone offered up a silent prayer. Yet 
here were we American soldiers, bent on war- 
like purposes, in the midst of this restful calm. 

Every good time must come to an end and 
so on the 25th of August we marched on to- 
wards our destination. Making ten miles that 
day, we spent the night at Maure, and on Mon- 



A soldier vfat sitting on a box at Lagney, in- 
dustriously scratching his head, when Sgt. Hens- 
ler, who was passing on his way to get a bunch 
of horses, said to him: "Picking' 'em out?" 

"No, sir," replied the soldier. "I take* 'em 
just as I finds 'em." 



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day we covered the remaining nine miles to 
Camp Coetquidan, arriving about 11 a. m. 
This camp proved to be our home for about 
two months. 

Coetquidan is an historical camp. It was 
the site of Napoleon's armies years ago and has 
been used by the French ever since for mili- 
tary training, until the Americans took it over 
for their own use at the beginning of the A. E. 
F. Here we were instructed in all branches of 
artillery work with the French 75 's and the last 
few weeks before we left we were simulating 
actual conditions at the front. It was a most 
interesting time, but still hard work for all of 
us. Oftentimes we would spend all night out 
doors in pup tents, rain or moonlight. Some 
mornings upon getting up we found the canvas 
wringing wet, the dew being so heavy. The 
climate however at that place was not con- 
ducive to our well-being and happiness, prac- 
tically the entire last month we spent there be- 
ing in rain or mist all the time. Many of our 
boys suffered from coughs and colds or the 
Spanish Flu, and a number of them, including 
First Sergeant Voytko, Pots, Kelley, KurtzkofI, 
Patzekowsky, Upland and Agrafulis, were left 
in the camp hospital and transferred. Ser- 
geant Leroy Akley was appointed First Ser- 
geant and has since ably handled the battery. 
Sergeants Schueller and Shoemaker also left to 
attend the Officers' Training Camp at Saumur. 
Lieutenant Casey had been appointed regi- 
mental gas officer, and therefore Lieutenant 
Bartlett was assigned to our battery in his 
place. 

We were issued our complement of supplies, 
horses, materiel, etc., as fast as it could be col- 
lected, and on Oct. 23rd, silently packed up 
under cover of darkness and about 2 a. m. 
marched to Guer, a few miles away. By 8:30 



No photo of Lt. Otto H. Dittmer 
secured. 



we were all loaded on the train and headed 
eastward. Again passing through Messac, 
Rennes, Laval, Le Mans, Chartres, the suburbs 
of Paris, Troyes, and Chaumont, we detrained 
at a small town called Andelot, on October 
25 th. From there we marched thru Rimau- 
court to Manois, situated amongst the hills, 
where we were stationed in barracks w^ith 
bunks. It was here Sergeant Lockwood joined 
the O. T. C. and left for Saumur. 

Privates Hinton and Kyle became sick and 
were taken to the hospital at Rimaucourt. On 
November 2 Hinton breathed his last and it 
was with deep regret we learned of his death. 
Private Kyle however recovered and rejoined 
us later at Pont-a-Mousson. Leaving Manois 
on Oct. 30th, we went to Rimaucourt, but were 
ordered after only a few hours' ride about 6 
p. m. to detr^.in at Domgermain, near Toul. 
Al Manois during the quiet of an evening we 



could hear the dull roar of the guns. How- 
ever at this stop the noise was quite plain, as 
we were much closer to the front line trenches. 
This trip was the last taste we had of train 
transportation for a long time. Since then our 
artillery has been on foot and has seen a bit of 
France at that. After detraining we marched 
about two miles towards Toul and camped out 
in our pup tents. Our first touch of real frosty 
weather was had that night and many of us put 
on an extra pair of sox to keep our feet warm. 
The next morning our shelter halves were so 
stiff with frost we could hardly roll our packs. 
Hot coffee, bacon and bread warmed up our 
insides and hopping around stimulated circu- 




Iileut. Wm. Sheffield 

lation. Later on the sun came out warm and 
bright, and w^e viewed the first air fight we had 
seen. A big German plane came over to do 
some observing, but hundreds of shots from 
anti-aircraft guns drove the boche high up into 
the air where he could not see anything of ad- 
vantage to him. 

The afternoon of the 3 1 st we again shoul- 
dered our packs and hiked onward. Just be- 
fore entering Toul, we passed many large hos- 
pitals filled to overflowing with the wounded 
of all nationalities. Toul seemed to be a fairly 
large city, but we touched only a part of it and 
continued our march to Lagney, where we 
halted about five o'clock the same evening. 
The roar of the guns kept getting sharper and 
we realized we were drawing nearer to the 
front. 

That night we found a "Y" which supplied 
us with chocolate, cookies, gum, cigars, ciga- 
rettes, etc. Then we were in our glory to be 
able to have a package of cookies in one fist 
and a bar of chocolate in the other, taking a 
bite of each alternately. 

Friday afternoon, Nov. 1 st, we left about 
five o'clock, always heading northeast, which 
meant in the general direction of Metz, the 
American objective. After dark we marched 
thru Bernacourt and Fliery which were badly 
shell-torn. In fact, there was hardly a wall left 
standing in the latter place. About 1 p. m. 



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~we halted in Mort Mare Woods, where we were 
to stay several days. 

These woods were located directly east of 
Saint Mihiel in the midst of the territory cov- 
ered by the celebrated drive made by the 
Americans Sept. 9 to 16. All of this district 
had been held by the Germans from the be- 




Battery "C" Billets at Pont-a-Mousgon 

ginning of the war in 1914, and even such a 
cursory glance as we were able to give the net- 
work of trenches and dugouts showed that the 
thorough Germans had planned on permanent- 
ly occupying whatever they gained in France. 
These dugouts and emplacements were of solid 
concrete, railroad iron, logs and sandbags. 
Many times the walls were plastered and even 
papered, and in several instances, there were 
tiled rooms, bar-room fixtures, electric lights, 
carpets, etc. In one place we found a piano. 
All the territory showed many signs of hasty 
evacuation; new ammunition, machine guns 
and supplies of various sorts being strewn 
around. 

We had read of how the Americans chased 
the Boche out of the St. Mihiel sector in dou- 
ble-quick time six weeks before, but after view- 
ing part of the battlefield, it seemed almost im- 
possible of achievement, the Germans were so 
deeply entrenched. This splendid victory 
spoke well for the fighting spirit and genius of 
the Americans. We were quartered in this 
woods for several days and saw some real ex- 
citement as well as some laughable incidents. 
Allied and enemy planes battled nearly every 
day in our vicinity and the ground anti-aircraft 
guns were kept busy. 

A big observation balloon was stationed in 
the same woods where we were. One bright 
day when it was floating lazily about 500 feet 
up in the air, the Germans got one of their 
speedy battle planes, accompanied by two es- 
corts, so close that the pilot was able to train 
his machine gun on the balloon. The bullets 
punctured the balloon, and as every fifth shell 
is an incendiary generally, the bag soon burst 
into flames and shortly afterwards fell blazing 
to the ground. As soon as the firing began, 
the two observers jumped out of the basket 
with their parachutes and floated safely to 
mother earth. 



The enemy planes were flying low and we 
had grand stand seats for the attack, never 
dreaming that they might bomb us. The plane 
then started along the road as tho to spray 
bullets up and down the highway where hun- 
dreds of negroes were repairing the battered 
roadbed, over which trucks were passing with 
supplies. it was mighty interesting to 
watch those colored boys drop their 
picks and shovels and dash for the ditches, 
trenches or any cover they could find. 
Even the trucks were abandoned. But 
one of our boys had an eye for business 
and the "inner man." We were rather 
short of bread that day, and Mr. Buddy 
noticed one of the trucks with rations and 
on top a big stack of bread. What does 
he do but climb over the tailboard of the 
truck, hook two big round loaves of 
"punk," and beat it across the fields to 
our quarters while the men in charge of 
the machine were hiding somewhere in the 
ditch. It was laughable to see this fellow 
plowing across the muddy field with a loaf 
under each arm, while all the excitement was 
going on. 

Upon several occasions, the Germans shelled 
the town of Essey, which was about three kilo- 
meters from the woods, while trying to reach 
a bridge spanning a main supply road. Not 
having had the interesting experience before, 
we were foolish enough to stand and watch the 
big shells burst about 500 meters away. Dur- 
ing our stay in the woods, we lay in waiting, as 
it were, for the word to send us forward into 
our firing position. There was nothing to do 
except roam around looking over the entrench- 
ments, practice vfith our pistols or sleep, and 
w^e all did our share of each. 

On the evening of the 4th, one of our bat- 
teries, "B," got word to move and we knew it 



Corp. Tricker: "Goodness gracious. Sergeant. 
Sounds like old Fritz coming over in the mud — 
squish squash, squish squash." 

Sgt. Atkins: "That's all right, Lillian; that's 
only those Americans over in Calabresi section 
a' chewin' their gum rations which Big Hearted 
Charlie just sent up." 



would be our turn soon. The regiment had 
been split into the first and second battalions at 
Lagney, and the first battalion composed of 
Batteries A, B and C, were together in the 
woods. The second battalion of Batteries D, 
E and F moved in a different direction. The 
next evening found us on our way. We were 
not exactly scared but a queer feeling came 
over us, as we were marching along in the 
darkness, not knowing whether we were going 
right into action, or not. Everyone was great- 
ly relieved when we halted in a village nestling 
at the foot of a high protecting hill and learned 



102 — 



that this was our echelon, Bouillionville. As vfe 
were tired out from the hike, we flopped most 
anjrwhere in the buildings selected for our bat- 
tery. The next morning we were all rearranged 
comfortably. 

On the evening of Nov. 6th, the firing bat- 
tery received orders to move out, each sec- 
tion to leave at half hour intervals. We went 
forward under cover of darkness, scheduled 
to pass through Thiaucourt, a large city which 
had recently been held by the Germans but 
recaptured. But the Boche was favoring the 
town with a harassing fire of gas shells, and it 
was necessary to take a circuitous mud road 
around the place. In one respect ^ve were for- 
tunate — we found positions ready for occu- 
pancy — but at the same time the Boche bat- 
teries also seemed to know something of them. 
The first night was a night of uneasiness to 
most of our valiant warriors, as the shells were 
falling around us all night and it was our first 
experience under real shell fire. 

We were unable to register the following 
<lay and therefore at night we again lay in- 
active under shell fire. This night we experi- 
enced a heavy bombardment with gas and the 
night being foggy, the valleys were loaded to 
the brim for hours. Our kitchen was located 
in a large dugout at the foot of a hill, and to 
get there it was necessary to slip and slide in 
mud down the hillside. Many a time that 
night the boys climbing the hill with their gas 
masks on were in imminent danger of losing 
their precious "Corn Willie." "Honest John" 
Soper and "Fighting Dick" Gaudet came to 
grief on the hillside when the gas alarm was 
sounded. When they finally untangled them- 
selves at the foot of the hill and adjusted their 
masks, they decided it was physically impos- 
sible to hang onto supper and put on a mask 
at the same time, on that hill, at least. 

Not the least amazing thing that evening 
■was hearing "Sammy" Gurin, our gas ser- 
geant, out in front of the guns, calling for 
anyone to direct him to the battery. It de- 
veloped that Lieut. Sheffield had taken him 



During the thickest of the shelling, a detail 
of Battery C men were hauling ammunition from 
the road up to the gun positions. A particu- 
larly close-up burst scattered our men for cover 
like frightened quail. Studer was heard to yell 
to Corporal Carrie, in a quavering voice: "If 
you're a leader of men, for heaven's sake lead 
ut out of this." 



as far as No. 1 piece and then left him, say- 
ing "The other pieces are out there," pointing 
in the general direction of Metz. 

On Friday afternoon, Nov. 8th, we received 
orders to move about 800 meters to the east 
and "dig in" in new positions. It ■was liter- 
ally "dig in," too, for that was our one and 
only occupation for the next twenty-four hours. 
Saturday afternoon we registered on the first 



piece. About 3:30 p. m. the firing data, in- 
cluding a range of 4,000 meters, was sent 
down, and when the command to fire was 
given our first message to the Boche was sent 
hurtling over in the form of shrapnel. The 
"Fighting First" section, under Sgt. Frank 
Calabrese, fired twenty-seven rounds that aft- 
ernoon. By that time it was getting too dark 
to observe and the order ■was given, "Cease 
firing." 

Our communications ■were not in order as 
far as the gun positions, and the night was 




/ ^ 'MEMO«IES' . 

/ / / • 



lightened by stentorian commands coming out 
of the darkness in the voice of our executive, 
Lieut. Sheffield. At one period the third 
section failed to answer his call, and after 
several repetitions he shouted, "Can you 
hear me?" and a reply came from Thiau- 
court, a kilometer or so distant, "Yes, ■we hear 
you." It seemed the third section had been 
devoting their spare moments to calming 
"Meathead" Mann, their bloodthirsty gunner. 
Next day ■was Sunday, which was spent in 
perfecting our gun positions and dugouts. A 
few gas shells came over and one bombard- 
ment almost ended the career of our genial 
Lieut. Gay. Forgetting that the gas mask ■was 
authorized equipment, he wandered about 150 
meters from his dugout minus that very val- 
uable adjunct. Just then some gas shells burst 
near and Lieut. Gay's return was speedy if not 
dignified. That evening as it grew dusk all 
the guns of the battery started to fire, and one 
session followed another in rapid succession 
throughout the night. The fighting spirit of 
the third section, in charge of Sgt. Hensler, 
was gratified by their going up into position 
between the first and second line trenches as 
a "roving gun," and they were literally "over 
the top," but suffered no casualties. The night 
was exceptionally dark and foggy, and all ■were 
warned not to stray from their positions. It 
was reported that our battery commander, 
Capt. Baxter, ^vas lost when going from the 



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Back in Custer Captain Baxter was leading a 
detail on a scouting party to locate the enemy. 
At the start he specifically cautioned everyone 
to do just exactly as he did. Later in passing 
through a woods the Captain, in attempting to 
step over the root of a tree, stumbled and fell, 
badly skinning his nose. Garvalia was heard to 
call out innocently: '^Captain, will ^ve do that, 
too?" It was up to the Captain to halt the detail 
so everyone could laugh heartily. 



B. C. station to one of the guns, and when 
found was headed towards Metz, presumably 
to attempt a solitary attack on that formidable 
fortress. 

The regimental ammunition dump was lo- 
cated about seven kilometers from the gun po- 
sitions and it was necessary to pass through 
Thiaucourt both going to and coming from the 
dump. On Wednesday and Thursday eve- 
nings nothing of unusual excitement happened 
to the ammunition train, and so on Friday, the 
8th, when Sgt. Akley asked for volunteers to 
haul ammunition, eight fellows offered their 
services, thinking it would be a lark to get a 
load of shells. 

The three wagons were in charge of Sgts. 
Akley and Menzies, and v^fhile passing through 
Thiaucourt on their way toward the dump, 
German shells began dropping dangerously 
close right in the town. They took the short 
cut road over the ridge in order to save time 
and all the way the road was shelled, although 
no one was touched. Just as the dump was 



"Any complaints. Corporal?" asked the 
Colonel, making one morning a personal inspec- 
tion. 

"Yes, sir. Taste that, sir," said the Corporal. 

"Why," the Colonel said, "that's the best soup 
I ever tasted." 

"Yes, sir," said the Corporal, "and the cook 
wants to call it coffee." 



reached a Boche plane flew right out of the 
mist directly above the woods, and apparently 
not over a hundred feet high. Shortly after 
shells began flying all around the dump, but 
luckily not one burst near the ammunition. 
The entire trip back was one continual round 
of explosions and the road w^as bright as day 
from the bursting shells. 

Right in Thiaucourt the closest calls came 
when two big stone buildings were blown right 
over into the narrow street almost entirely 
blocking the road. Sgt. Akley was so close 
to one of the buildings that the force of the 
explosion almost blew him off his horse. The 
wagons, horses and men were pelted by fall- 
ing mortar, gravel, dirt and dust, and the noise 
of the burst made the animals most unmanage- 
able. Luckily no one was injured, but all ■were 
given a severe shake-up. After partially clear- 
ing the street, it was decided to keep on going 
as fast as possible to the guns and we reached 



there shortly under more shell fire which, how- 
ever, passed over us, singing and whistling 
lustily. The detail which was left to carry 
ammunition from the road up the hill to the 
gun positions was scattered as Fritz again got 
busy throwing over explosives. We had no 
more volunteer ammunition details after that 
night for pleasure only. It was necessary to 
pick them. 

Thus did we spend our time — hauling and 
firing ammunition, digging new emplacements 
and dugouts and working twenty-five hours 
out of a possible twenty-four. One of the 
biggest barrages shot off in that locality weis 
fired just before eleven o'clock on the morn- 
ing of the 1 1 th of November. Our battery, 
however, had orders to cease firing about 7 
a. m., and ^ve did not participate, much as 
we would have enjoyed it. At just five min- 
utes to eleven, two big shells came over from 
Fritz and landed alongside our positions, a 
parting farewell, as it were. 

After eleven, however, the silence by con- 
trast was impressive, broken only by the hum 
of a solitary airplane, a watchful eye in the 
sky. The morning was beautifully warm and 
sunshiny, particularly appropriate and fitting 
for such an occasion, as though a kind of Provi- 
dence had smiled His pleasure upon the end- 
ing of more than four years of carnage. 

While everyone was extremely glad, yet all 
took the news quietly. Not much outward en- 
thusiasm was shown, the celebrating being 
done inwardly, and apparently all were think- 
ing of the effect this glorious fact would have 
upon the loved ones at home. No doubt the 
general thought even at that early date was, 
"When will we be starting for home?" 

' Monday afternoon there were several small 
excursion parties to the front line trenches, 
where a number of interesting souvenirs were 
collected. It was also the first opportunity 
for many at the gun positions to wash and 
shave, and Captain Baxter, with his usual 
thoughtfulness, had sent down to Thiaucourt 
for half of a large cask, which was used as a 
bathtub. Tuesday night about midnight the 
order came out to the guns to pack up and be 
ready to move, and within an hour all who 
had been stationed there were on their way 
back to the echelon at Bouillionville. 



"Bill" Sugden went on sick call the morning 
of Nov. 7th. "You have a sudden rapid rise 
in temperature, with symptoms of diarrhoea," 
said the Medical Captain after looking him over, 
"caused by a shock of some kind." He did not 
know that Bill had been out on the ammunition 
detail the night before, when the Germans began 
throwing them over. 



Lt. Dickie: "Of course you can readily un- 
derstand what it means to drop fire bombs on 
the enemy's vast stores at night." 

Rosenberg: "Sure! Fire sales the next morn- 
ing." 



104 — 



Early Wednesday morning, the 1 3th, we 
were again on the move and marched south- 
east after passing through Thiaucourt, along a 
road which led through innumerable trenches, 
wire entanglements and dugouts. it was a 
regular wilderness, the trees being slashed to 
pieces, and the ground all torn up by artillery 
fire and trenches. We passed through Regnie- 
ville, that is the ruins of it, there being nothing 
left but part of a church tower, with the bell 
still hanging in the steeple. One of the sad 
scenes of the war was witnessed there — a 
Frenchman and his wife climbing over broken 
walls searching for what had been their home. 

After marching through Montauville, where 







the 328th F. A. was billeted, we landed late 
that afternoon in Pont-a-Mousson, quite an 
old city located on the banks of the Moselle 
River. Here w^e w^ere quartered in a large old 
building which apparently had been used as 
an industrial school and later for barracks. 
Nearly every room had a fireplace in it and 
we were quite comfortably situated. While 
our building had been bombarded, yet it was 
in fairly good condition. 

It will not be inappropriate to say that all 
of us on Thanksgiving Day, 1918, in Pont-a- 
Mousson offered up a prayer truly of thanks- 
giving that we had been brought safely through 
these months of the most terrific warfare the 
world will ever witness, and that this old earth 
will ever in the future be a safe place for all 
humanity to live in and enjoy the fruits of its 
labor. 

Thanksgiving Day was quietly spent in town 
with the usual appropriate exercises. While 
many of us thought we might be on our ■way 
back home by Christmas, yet Christmas rolled 
around and we w^ere still in Pont-a-Mousson. 
A big room was cleared for a mess hall and 
seven long tables with benches were built, 
capable of accommodating the entire battery. 
In one end of the hall stood a large Christmas 
tree, decorated, under the supervision of 
Bugler Rankin and his assistants, with tinsel, 
strings of red berries, the national colors, etc. 
Sergeant Johnson, with others of the battery 
commander's detail, took charge of the elec- 



trical work, and when the tree and hall were 
lighted up by colored lights the sight was in- 
deed a pretty one to our homesick eyes. Pri- 
vates Click, Stadler and Chesnan ably decorat- 
ed the walls with views of Detroit, the Statue 
of Liberty, Uncle Sam and appropriate signs 
such as "Merry Christmas," "Welcome," etc. 

Christmas eve a very entertaining program 
was put on by Nick Hall, Mark Dale, Ollie 
Thorpe, Billie Evans, Mickie Walsh and others, 
with the aid of the 329th orchestra. At vari- 
ous times during the evening presents from the 
Christmas tree were distributed to different 
men. Bill Sugden drew his chevrons and war- 
rant as "harness corporal" because of his as- 
siduous attention to cleaning harness. "Hard 
Luck" Arthur Barie (Just my luck) received 
an iron horseshoe, ■with the ■wish that such good 
omen might change his luck. Chick Johnson 
renewed acquaintance with "Scrap Iron Liz." 
Larry DeLisle was the recipient of a hammer 
to aid him in knocking. "Lillian" Treiher got 
a pair of corsets. Sergeant Akley received a 
miniature keg as a remembrance of steam- 
heated alleys. Anthony Bartkowiak received 
a pair of bellows to aid him in dispensing his 
hot air. 

A large crowd was present and thoroughly 
enjoyed every minute of each selection. The 
success of the program ■was due to the above- 
named performers and also Sergeants Akley, 
Gurin and Hensler, ■who assisted greatly in 
running it off without a hitch. Captain Brady, 
our adjutant, and several other officers from 
the regiment ■were ■welcome visitors. 

©■wing to sickness, our battery commander. 
Captain Baxter, who was confined to a hospi- 
tal in Toul, was unable to be present. It was 
with regret that we did not see his smiling face 
during holiday week, but a large bouquet of 
flowers, with a Merry Christmas and a note of 
good cheer from the entire battery, was teiken 
to his bedside. 

Christmas Day a regular banquet in courses 
was served the battery. Corporal Peter Boas, 



"I should like a porterhouse steak ivith mush- 
rooms, French fried potatoes, a nice combina- 
tion salad, some delicately browned toast with 
plenty of butter, and a big cup of coffee," said 
Sgt. Verry in a cafe at Pont-a-Mousson. 

"Excuse me," interrupted the waitress, "are 
you trying to give an order or just reminiscing 
about old times?" 



acting as mess sergeant, had provided a menu 
fit for kings, and his concoctions were served 
by the sergeants as waiters, with Sergeant 
Jimmy Nolan, attired in a Prince Albert coat 
and silk top hat, as head waiter. Sergeant 
Akley was ■wine boy, but waited in vain, be- 
cause it seems the brewery wagon stopped at 
another battery by mistake. 

Fourteen of the non-coms and privates, 
headed by Supply Sergeant George Verry, 



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spent from December 1 8 to 3 1 at the leave 
area, Aix-Ies-Bains. The boys all reported an 
excellent time. 

New Year's Day was quietly observed and 
passed quickly by. Then we settled down to 
the usual routine and engaged ourselves with 
drills, hikes and games. An old riding school 
behind our billet furnished us with a mighty 
good gymnasium. Of course the roof was 
not all there, and what was left leaked badly 
when it rained. But we had many a good 
game of indoor baseball, basketball, and all 



Back in Custer, a pretty girl was eagerly 
watching the drill one afternoon, when a rifle 
ToUey crashed out. With a surprised little 
scream, she shrank back into the arms of Sgt. 
"Bill" Hewitt, who was standing behind her. 
"Oh!" she cried, blushing, "I was frightened by 
the rifles. I beg your pardon." 

"No need," he replied quickly. "Let's go 
over and watch the artillery." 



sorts of gymnastics, superintended by all the 
officers, who took turns in getting into the 
sports. These events helped pass away the 
time, which 'was long enough, and also fur- 
nished the necessary exercise to keep us in 
excellent trim. 

Commemorating the passing of one of 
America's greatest men, Theodore Roosevelt, 
the entire regiment marched on Wednesday 
afternoon, January 8, to a field near Jezain- 
ville, where a salute of twenty-one guns was 
fired with the colors dipped. It was with feel- 
ings of deepest regret that the news of his 
death on January 6 reached us. Everyone had 
the highest regard for him both as a statesman 
and a man. His opinions and prophecies so 
forcibly put to the public long before our en- 
trance into the war had come true almost to a 
word, and we were just beginning to realize 
his sterling worth. It is for future generations 
to accord him his rightful place in history. 

Although when we first arrived in Pont-a- 
Mousson w^e had turned in our horses and 



One Battery C private to another at Conflans: 

"Where do you bathe?" 

**In the spring." 

"I didn't ask you when; I asked you where." 



thought ourselves well rid of them, yet on Jan- 
uary I 7 a big bunch of our pets, both horses 
and mules, were invited into our midst by 
Lieutenant Sheffield and Sergeant Hensler, 
who had journeyed to a town near Lagney for 
them. Straightway we stood to heel and pre- 
pared to groom. Of course, most of our com- 
petitive games were then cut out, but water- 
ing and grooming horses became both exercise 
and foot drill combined, with Captain Baxter 



as drillmaster. We will always remember his 
commands at water call, "Line 'em up! Seven 
in a row! Left oblique to the watering trough! 
Yo ! Hey, there, hold him up ! Show him 
who's boss! Don't let him get the best of 
you!" These last remarks were always direct- 
ed to someone holding or rather attempting 
to hold a big, balky horse who had no regard 
for army drill regulations and wanted to drink 
first. "If you don't hold him I'll make him 
wait till the last." Battery punishment, you 
know. The morning water call ■was the source 
of much amusement for onlookers. 

Just about this time it snowed, the first beau- 
tiful white which covered the ground, and re- 
minded us of winters at home. The tempera- 
ture lowered and ice formed on the canals and 
also the edge of the Moselle. 

Our celebrated souvenir hunters, of which 
we had several, were having a hard time mak- 
ing raids on the Metz arsenal. M. P.'s were 
ever watchful and it was only by careful 
methods they were able to run the gauntlet. 
However, the relic dealers were amply repaid 
because German souvenirs were in big demand 
and sold on sight. Even Marcoff got into the 
game by pounding out designs on German 
77's and French 75's. 

On Wednesday, February 5th, when our ma- 
teriel was taken to Domgermain we knew we 
would soon move homeward. That trip was 
a heart-breaker. The roadway was covered 
with ice and the animals, poorly shod, slipped 



Corp. Connelly (back in the States): "What! 
Sgt. Menzier a hero? Why, he's a washout." 
The Girl: "But, Peter, he told me in France he 
was always where the shells were thickest." 

Corp. Connelly: "So he was — in charge of an 
ammunition wagon." 



all over. The return trip was worse as it was 
made through a heavy snow storm. No one 
murmured, even the almost frozen, because 
they knew it was for the cause of going home. 
They arrived back on Saturday, February 8th. 
During their absence all the horses left had 
to be clipped and shifts worked day and night. 
When the horses which had hauled the ma- 
teriel away returned it was necessary to clip 
them also. Therefore the boys were doubly 
busy Saturday night and Sunday, before the 
horses could be turned over to the 7th Divi- 
sion. 

On Tuesday morning, February 1 1 th, just 
six months after we first set foot on foreign 
soil overseas, w^e marched to Douillard and 
entrained in the proverbial "side-door Pull- 
mans" (40 hommes or 8 cheveaux). Spick 
and span service stripes w^ere everywhere in 
evidence and seemed to have sprung up over 
night. This time we were provided with 
stoves and wood and although greatly crowd- 
ed yet made ourselves comfortable. The start 



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was made about noon but ten men were left 
behind and we almost lost Lieutenant Gay 
who fell while running to catch the train as it 
was pulling out. Corporals Rinehart and 
Stark, Privates Galleano, Foggiano, Maglen, 
Kyle, Morgia, Molteck, Massey, and Borow- 
sky were the unfortunate ones. However, the 
latter three, more lucky than the rest, showed 
up at Toul, having arrived there through the 
efforts of Captain Watkins of Brigade Head- 
quarters. The others did not rejoin us till we 
had been in Conflans several days. 

Wednesday on the train was a wonderful 
day. The sun came out bright and warm and 
the scenery was delightful. We passed through 
territory we had not seen before which gave 



Sgt. Verry had returned to Detroit from 
France, to find that his girl had been walking 
out with another young man, and naturally asked 
her to explain her frequent promenades in the 
city with the gentleman. 

"Well, dear," she replied, "it was only kind- 
ness on his part. He just took me down town 
every day to the library to see if you were 
killed." 



us a somewhat different impression of France. 
The valley of the Loire was particularly in- 
teresting — many chateaus, rugged hills and 
beautiful woods appearing before our eyes. 
We passed through many towns on our way 
eastward, as it seemed we were always bound 
to wander across a greater part of France, ap- 
parently the French way not being to go from 
one place to another in the most direct route. 
Thursday morning after passing Tours, an in- 
teresting sight to view was the cliff dwellers. 
Their homes were all along the railroad tracks, 
built right into the sides of hills and cliffs. 
Some of the more well-to-do had built a front 
on their caves, with the general appearance of 
a house. 

Leaving Tours we rolled along to Chateau 
du Loir where our train stopped for an hour or 
so. It was here we caught up to the 77th Divi- 
sion which was also on its way to Le Mans. 
Many were the animated groups, interestedly 
exchanging experiences and military gossip. 
Before pulling out of this station we were given 
orders to police up our "Pullmans" after the 
train started running. Then we realized our 
journey was nearing an end. We stopped 
Thursday, February 1 3th, in a town called 
Besse-sur-Braye and soon saw several of the 
batteries getting off but no orders appeared for 
Battery C. After w^aiting about half an hour, 
hurry-up orders came for us to detrain and 
the inevitable question arose, "How far do we 
walk?" and the inevitable answer came, 
"About 1 4 kilos, even though the trains ran 
right through this town." We consumed the 
usual time waiting for the orders to move out. 
Naturally we had to sneak up on our new 
billets under cover of darkness. The country 



When Garvalia was a Corporal drilling the 
"squad of all nations," he lost every man be- 
cause in nmneuvering around a ditch he gave 
them "Back Step" and they all fell into a deep 
ditch. 



we then passed through appeared a great deal 
more prosperous than that to which we had 
been accustomed — the farms were well culti- 
vated, the highways in excellent shape, the 
farm stock of better quality and even the gen- 
eral appearance of the French people was 
more prosperous. 

Stopping half way on our trip we opened up 
our feast of reserve rations — corned willy, 
punk and tomatoes. We started out again 
with renewed vigor and were soon passing 
the old city of St. Calais. It was here that 
after marching steadily for over an hour, our 
famous marching song, "Captain, Captain, 
When Do We Rest Again?" was composed 
and sung to the tune of "Where Do We Go 
From Here?" 

We got somewhat mixed in our directions 
and went several kilos out of our way. How- 
ever, we got located at last in the small town 
of Conflans, about 3 kilos from St. Calais. The 
next morning was spent in filling our bed 
sacks with straw and exploring the limits of 
our confines. Conflans is the ordinary type 
of small French town — crooked, narrow main 
street, plenty of cafes and few merchandise 
stores. We were quartered in all sorts of 
buildings and the orderly room was located in 
a vacant store. 

Here we first became acquainted with the 
disagreeable winter rains of western France. 
Out of the seventeen days we were located 
there it rained fifteen. Most of the boys had 
wet feet, coughs and colds practically the en- 
tire time but no one was seriously ill. Dis- 
mounted and physical drill occupied a few 
hours of our time each morning but we were 
allowed passes to St. Calais each afternoon 
and the time passed quickly enough even 



One of the funny sights of that ammunition 
detail on the night of Nov. 8th was Garvalia 
crawling for shelter from bursting German shells 
underneath an ammunition wagon loaded to the 
brim with H. E. shells and fuses. We wonder 
what would have happened to Frank if a shell 
had hit the wagon. 



though we were anxious to be on our way 
.home. 

Necessity is the mother of invention, so lack 
of bathing facilities led to the making of our 
shower bath and also a steam delouser for our 
clothes. We managed to keep clean and free 
from cooties, in fact Colonel Campbell com- 
plimented us upon our cleanliness. Someone 
said cleanliness was next to godliness, but in 
France 'tis next to impossible. 



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Our most pleasant surprise from a military 
standpoint was the St. Calais delousing bath. 
Elsewhere in this book it is described in its en- 
tirety. 'Twas a w^onderful experience and the 
beginning of our friendship for baths by detail. 
From that time on we were deloused, bathed 
and inspected nigh unto death and also put in 
our time waiting for orders to forward us. 

Sunday, our usual moving day, fell on March 
2nd this year and with full packs we moved 
out at 8:30 a. m., passing through several 
small towns. After marching 2 7 kilos we ar- 
rived at Le Briel about 2:30. The entire regi- 
ment was billeted around this place. Supper 
was late that evening as luck was against us. 
The stew had soured on the way and by mis- 
take salt instead of sugar was put into the 
coffee. Then the meal had to be started all 
over again. What a w^ild night was spent in 
that town after supper was over! Sleep was 
at a premium until the "wee sma" hours of the 
morning and then we v^ere awakened early by 
the bugler who apparently never goes to bed. 

It was necessary to complete our journey to 
Camp D'Auvoirs and the regiment made the 
march as a unit. The distance on the 3rd 
being only 1 1 kilometers, was made easily in 
the morning. It was raining when we arrived 
and naturally disagreeable. We marched prac- 
tically through the entire camp, as was our 
usual habit, and were billeted in dirt floor 
barracks. The mud outside was ankle deep 
but on account of the character of the soil it 
soon dried up. Rain, however, fell a good 
deal of the time we spent there. Several in- 
spections and baths occupied our time and 
soon Sunday, March 9th, rolled around, when 
we were slated for moving to the entraining 
camp near Le Mans. There were several small 
towns on our road and finally we marched 
around the edge of Le Mans to the railroad 
yards where we found our darling little French 
side-door Pullmans were missing, but in their 
places we had the good old regulation U. S. A. 
box cars — 56 men to each car. The train was 
supplied with kitchen cars and vfe had one 
warm meal on the trip which lasted from Le 



In the early Custer days "Louie" Chesnau, 
inarching in a squad, was out of step. The 
Corporal in charge yelled out; "Get in step, 
Chesnau." Louie was heard to remark; '*Maybe 
I'm right and the rest are wrong." 



Mans to Brest. Leaving this camp at 2 :02 the 
same afternoon we passed through Conlie, for-' 
merly 85th Division headquarters camp; Ev- 
ron, Laval, Rennes and Morlaix in Old Brit- 
tany. What a wild, rugged country it was 
that unfolded itself before our eyes! Rocks 
and rocks everywhere, small streams dashing 
madly in and out among the ravines, tangled 
underbrush in thick profusion, stone huts with 
mud-thatched roofs peeping from under the 



sheltering side of a hill, dark brown ground 
with here and there a patch of green where 
grass struggled for very existence, and over- 
head a gray, lowering sky always threatening 
rain and generally carrying out its threats. Our 
first impulsive thought upon viewing this for- 
bidding landscape was "How do human be- 
ings live with such land to till?" but we fear it 
never will be answered. They seem to exist 
and apparently that is all. 



Sgt. Hensler (to Mess Sgt. DiLaura, who was 
suffering from seasickness on the Maunganui) ; 
"What's the matter, Pete? Weak stomach?" 

Mess Sgt. DiLaura (indignantly); "What 
makns you think I got a weak stomach? Ain't 
I throwin' it as far as anybody?" 



We detrained at Brest about 10:30 Monday 
morning, the tenth, and after lingering around 
the railroad yards until 12, marched to a mess 
kitchen, where we had our first meal of the 
day. Then, after getting comfortably filled, 
we shouldered our packs and started that long 
uphill grind to Camp Pontanezen, about five 
kilos out of the city of Brest proper. 'Twas a 
hard inarch and we wondered if the end would 
ever come. 

Pontanezen is a mammoth big camp, one full 
of life and activity. A different spirit seems 
to pervade the atmosphere. One almost feels 
he is at the outskirts of the good old U. S. A. 
Anyway, all that separated us from God's 
country was the Atlantic ocean — a mere trifle 
in our young lives after spending seven months 
in France. 

We were comfortably located in tents with 
board floors and stoves. Plenty of coal and 
wrood and a mattress on an iron spring cot 
made life worth living. Board sidewalks all 
over the camp kept us out of most of the mud. 
Situated right across from Troop kitchen 1 2, 
we did not have far to go for meals and the 
feed was the best we had had in France up to 
that time. Secretary of the Navy Daniels paid 
the camp a visit Sunday, March 23, and in 
honor of his presence we had beefsteak and 
onions, something we certainly were not used 
to, but had not forgotten how to enjoy. 

In a previous paragraph we have described 
Camp Pontanezen as being full of activity, and 
it surely was for Battery C. Every day al- 
most the entire bunch was out on detail and 
nights, too. Each division had to furnish its 
quota of work and ours seemed large enough. 
The rock pile, the lumber yard, the wood pile, 
all gathered our boys in and caused many sore 
hands, backs and feelings. 

Being permitted to go to Brest, ■we took 
advantage of the passes and toured this an- 
cient city. Historians place the age of Brest 
in various centuries, the most general and cred- 
ited being the third century when it was 
founded by the Romans. It was successively 



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held by the Spaniards, the English and lastly 
by the French. The old chateau situated on 
the river bank shows the style of architecture 
of these various nations. It was used by them 
as a prison where persons, whose political and 
religious views were not in accord with the 
ruling government, were confined or put to 
death as expediency determined. A trip 
through this dreary, old building left one with 
the feeling that it is well indeed to live in the 
present century, unaffected by the Spanish In- 
quisition or other forms of torture. 

Our days at Pontanezen were the longest 
of any we spent in France, because we w^ere 
so near and yet so far, from our own beloved 
homeland. On Sunday, March 23rd, word 
came that we were to embark the following 
morning and when this news spread like wild- 
fire down our row of tents we all acted like 
kids just let out of school for a vacation. Of 
course we did not know what boat we would 
board, but any old tub was good enough for 
us as long as we were on our way headed in 
the right direction. Therefore the tidings 
that we were to cross on the Leviathan was 
glad news and we considered ourselves lucky 
indeed. 

Monday morning we were up bright and 
early and had in our packs all our army be- 
longings ready to hike at the word. We were 
impatient at any delay and desired to be mov- 
ing towards our destination. About 8:30 found 
us marching towards the Brest docks and upon 
arriving there by devious ways, we were met 
by the good old Red Cross and handed a pair 
of SOX laden with good things to eat and 
smokes. Then we boarded the ferry Knicker- 
bocker and steamed out into the harbor to 
take the Leviathan which on account of its 
draft must be loaded in the deeper channels. 

It seemed as tho our hopes to be passengers 
on this mammoth ocean palace were to be 
dashed into the briny deep, as our little boat 
circled round the big one several times and 
apparently started away, as tho we didn't be- 
long there. But at last we were made fast and 
soon were running over the gangplank and 
hastening to our particular section. What a 
whopping big boat she is — 950 feet over all, 
1 00 feet beam, and 1 4 decks ! And how those 
officers could stow away passengers! We aft- 
erwards learned there were 12,2 74 soldiers in 
addition to the crew of over 2,000 men. 
When our regiment was settled, we were as- 
signed to guard, mess, and other duties for the 
entire trip. The quality and quantity of food 
served us was simply fine. Altho there were 
only two meals a day, yet each one was as 
large as two ordinary meals such as we had 
been accustomed to. We enjoyed such deli- 
cacies as cake, pies, oranges and apples, some- 
thing our digestive organs had not been used 
to for almost a year. 

A wonderful trip was made across. We left 
Wednesday, March 26, at 6 o'clock in the 
evening and passed that beloved old girl 



"Statue of Liberty" about nine o'clock on the 
morning of the Wednesday following, April 
2nd. Such rejoicing as we passed up the har- 
bor! We will never forget our feelings at that 
time. How grand and glorious did New 
York's sky line look to us! The chilling wind 
did not deter us one whit from getting both 
eyes full of our native land. After docking 
about 10:30 we began to debark and were 
soon enjoying the lunches put up by the Red 
Cross, and the candy and gum handed out by 
the Salvation Army and "Y." 

When this was finished we boarded another 
ferry and docked at Long Island City to take 
the Long Island cars for Camp Mills. It 
seemed strange indeed to ride in electric cars 
and we were kept busy taking in the sights 
along the railroad. Everything was new to 
us, having been separated from it for over 
eight months. Our usual wait greeted us at 
the station and as a consequence we arrived at 
Mills under cover of darkness. What a differ- 
ent camp from the city of tents we had left in 
July! New, clean, painted wooden barracks, 
with plenty of cots, but we were not to enjoy 
much sleep that night as word was passed 
around that we were to be deloused again that 



Several darkies were discussing the best 
branch of the service to enlist in, and one darky 
suggested the aviation branch. This conversa- 
tion ensued: 

First Darky: "How come you don't jine dis 
yer flying squad? Aint much chance to git kilt 
after you learn to ride one. You goes so high 
dat de guns can't reach you." 

Second Darky: "Hold on dere, brudder! You 
ain't talkin' to me. I knows zactly how dat 
thing's gwine to be. You goes up 'bout three 
miles, an' de dog-gone contrapshun — hit stops. 
An' de white man what you is ridin' wit", he say: 
'Hey, nigger! Git out an' crank up!' No, suh ! 
I don't need no flyin' in mine!" 



same night. Our turn came about 1 :30 next 
morning and w^hen our clothes were received 
from the "Sanitary Process Plant" we never 
expected to be able to get into them again. 
They were wrinkled and shrunk up, hardly fit 
to put on. However we got what new clothes 
we could wheedle out of the supply officers 
and then pieced out with the old ones as best 
we could. 

The next morning we slept late and from 
then on reveille and retreat were a forgotten 
issue with us. We were in New York seeing 
the bright lights most of the time and spend- 
ing our hard earned thirty per. Passes for 
twenty-one hours furnished us ample time to 
view the sights along Broadway. 

The camp mess kept us well fed and our mess 
fund furnished its many additional delicacies 
and most of us put on weight while at Mills. 
Of course we wanted to get home and could 
see no reason for holding us, but such is army 
life that no answer comes of questioning. We 
were located in Mills from April 2nd to the 



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1 7th. On the latter morning we were to en- 
train at 10 o'clock, but for reasons not known 
to us did not board the tourist sleepers till 
4.30 that afternoon, leaving the station at 5. 
Our old friends, Bully Beef and Canned Toma- 
toes, were on the car platform to greet us as 
we clambered up the steps, and we had fond 
cinticipations of a famous old time meal with 
them as honored guests. 

That night found us pounding along thru 
New York State in good old U. S. fashion. 
Most of us flipped a coin to see who would be 
the lucky one to sleep alone in the upper berth, 
as three were assigned to each two seats. It 
had been such a long time since any of us had 
ever ridden in a sleeper, we had almost for- 
gotten how to undress in one Eind where to 
hang our clothes. But at last we fell asleep 
dreaming of home and loved ones we were 
soon to see. We had hoped to wake up near 
Michigan, but troop trains generally travel 
much slower towards home than their passen- 
gers desire and we did not reach the Falls til' 
noon. Our engineer friend let us have a good 
peek at the Canadian Falls, the first view most 
of us had ever given it, and after our experi- 
ence in foreign countries, we all said "We're 
going to see America first hereafter." 

At St. Thomas we caught up to some of the 
preceding sections and followed them to De- 
troit. A wonderful view of a wonderful coun- 
try greeted our eyes when we emerged from 
the darkness of the M. C. tunnel. Shrieks, 
howls, catcalls, issued from our lusty lungs. 



Soldier (with cooties): "Now I know why 
Napoleon's pose was always with one hand in- 
side his blouse." 



And when the train was brought to a stand- 
still, the old depot was humming with activity. 
Hurrying, scurrying friends rushing to and fro 
to find loved ones. Mothers, fathers, sisters, 
brothers, sweethearts, most of whom had been 
on watch all day long and many of whom had 
bribed the door guards, or brakemen or even 
porters to let them into the main concourse. 

For the half hour we were in Detroit every- 
thing was excitement and many never-to-be- 
forgotten scenes were enacted. Naturally we 
had to part and we were soon speeding on the 
last lap of our journey and towards demobil- 
ization. It couldn't come any too soon for us. 
We reached Battle Creek and were detrained 
on the sidetrack while a preceding train pulled 
into camp, unloaded and backed out again. 
But at last we arrived at our starting point, 
nine months from the time we had left for 
overseas, and were assigned to barracks in the 
five hundred block instead of the twelve hun- 
dred we had formerly occupied. After an all 
night and day session on the train we were 
ready for bed and soon "hitting the straw." 

The next morning we opened our eyes to 



behold the same old unpainted, dingy barracks 
we had been accustomed to, so long ago. 
They show^ed signs of wear and tear and were 
in direct contrast to the freshly-painted build- 
ings at Camp Mills. After having been used 
to feeding in troop kitchens where we were 
rushed thru at double time, the several hour 
wait we had for each meal was not very pleas- 
ant. At noon it was announced passes would 
be granted to Detroit and a grand rush was 
made to the bus line to catch the earliest pos- 
sible train. Everyone who made that trip to 
Detroit came back Monday morning on time, 
something unusual for our bunch. 

On Monday the demobilization detachment 
got busy and started us thru the mill and this 
operation took till Wednesday morning, April 
23rd, when we became civilians again. There 
was much handshaking, and many goodbyes 
said. True friendships had been formed 
which were to live on and be cherished by all. 
The parting of the ways had come for many of 
us, but we vowed to keep in touch w^ith each 
other and if possible visit together as often as 
convenient. 

Our "bit" in the great world war had been 
done and while we were glad it was completed 
we knew we could think back with satisfac- 
tion, feeling we had accomplished whatever 
had been asked of us. In closing our trip from 
Custer thru France and back to Custer, it will 
not be inappropriate to leave a parting mes- 
sage to our officers. Captain C. A. Baxter, 
Lieutenants J. B. Gay, W. B. Bartlett, A. R. 
Sheffield and H. J. Dickie. They have stood 
by us and with us during our trials and tribula- 
tions. Their hearty comradeship, their 
thoughts in our behalf, their humane feelings, 
all helped to bind our battery and officers 
more firmly together. The association of two 
hundred men from ten to twenty-one months 
rubs off most of the rough corners so that the 
majority fit together nicely. Naturally there 
are aWays some misfits, but in the main we 
have been a congenial crowd even under the 
most trying conditions when a man's real char- 
acter is brought out. Battery C has sustained 
thruout the 329th Regiment a reputation of 
always being on the job and this was due in 
no small measure to our officers, who took an 
interest in their men and their work. 

In our service overseas not a man was lost 
from actual warfare and we were blessed by 
being free from serious sickness. We return 
to our starting point in the pink of condition, 
changed physically and mentally, and as we 
leave for our civilian pursuits whatever they 
may be our farewell to one another is, "May 
Providence watch over and care for us in the 
future as it has done in the past." Our future 
success in the business world lies in taking up 
our uncompleted work where it was left off 
and by striving with might and main, press on 
towards the goal ■which is our aim. 

SERGEANT L. J. MENZIES. 

Battery C Editor. 



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Battery D, 329th Field Artillery, was 
formed on the fifth day of September, 1917, 
at Camp Custer, Michigan, with Clifford M. 
LaMar, of Baraboo, Wis., as Captain, George 
S. Wiley, of Detroit, as First Lieutenant, Stacy 
L. Brown, of Beloit, Wis., Harry H. Gemuend, 
of loniei, H. M. Stevens, of Detroit, and Smith, 
of Detroit, as Second Lieutenants. First Lieu- 
tenant Walter S. Bartlett, of Milwaukee, ar- 
rived a few weeks later. 

The first assignment of recruits came from 
the sixth district of Detroit. They had re- 
ported at the Detroit Armory for examination, 
and were given their last civilian meal, and in- 
cidentally their first one at government ex- 
pense, at Al Smith's lunch emporium on Cad- 
illac Square. They experienced their first 
military training under the direction of a Cor- 
poral, ■who was in charge of the consignment. 

Al Burns, Elmer Stracke and John Wiciak 
were assigned to Battery "D." They were in- 
terviewed by Capt. LaMar and were then is- 
sued their first equipment by the army. It 
consisted of two towels, a bar of soap, a cou- 
ple of blankets, an iron cot and a bed sack. 
These were carried upstairs, to the portion of 
the building allotted to "D" battery. They 
were then directed to a stra'w stack about a 
half a mile away and instructed to fill their 
bed sacks. 

Upon their return they were ready for their 
first attack on the army slum, which did not 
prove to conform with their idea of a regular 
meal. A civilian cook was in charge of the 
regimental kitchen. He was called "Daddy" 
by the fellows, and had formerly been a 
"Mess" Sergeant in the National Guard. They 
were then permitted to go to their sleeping 
quarters. Lieutenant Carnahan, who was act- 
ing 1 St Sergeant, gave them permission to go 
anywhere inside the camp limits, but warned 
them not to get lost, as there were no lights in 
the camp, except one large search light upon 
a high pole near the entrance. He also im- 
parted the cheerful information that reveille 
would blow at 5:30, and that ten minutes 
would be allotted for dressing. 

Following reveille, the regiment was given 



I^ATTERY D 



thirty minutes before breakfast for its morning 
ablutions, and to clean up quarters. After 
mess came the police of camp. The tidy 
housewives of Holland could not have kept 
their homes any more scrupulously clean than 
did the men at Camp Custer. Shortly after, 
the newsboys came along with the Detroit 
papers and Burns says he learned that they 
were given a nice, hot meal and dry clothes 
upon their arrival. 

At ten o'clock the recruits were given a 
physical examination. This ceremony is very 
elaborate upon entering the army. The condi- 
tion of every part of your body and system is 
discerned and properly tabulated. Your fin- 
gerprints, birthmarks and scars are recorded. 

At three o'clock in the afternoon the second 
contingent arrived. "D" w^as given ten more 
embryo artillerymen, among whom were H. 
N. Stoutenburg, H. W. Butler, Clarence D. 
Walker, Wm. C. Carpenter, Roy Brown, S. 
MarzofF and Joe Double. These men were 
initiated in about the same manner as those 
who came before. 

During the days which followed "D" was 
busy going thru the regular army inspections, 
and at the same time learning the preliminary 
steps in the making of a soldier. They heard 
the martial law read and discussed. They 
learned of the serious side of w^ar as told in 
the Articles of War and were surprised at the 
numerous misdemeanors a soldier could com- 
mit in order to get a court martial. The iron 
bunks looked pretty hard to their civilicm 
minds, but long before "Finis la Guerre" they 
were glad to admit the superiority of Custer 
beds. The Military Order of K. P.'s was not 
overly popular, but all were initiated and taken 
in just the same. Dismounted drill wore sadly 
on the dispositions of the officers as well as on 
the tired, aching feet of the rookies. Some 
wore oxfords, some heavy working shoes, and 
others English cut dress models. Kitchen po- 
lice, room orderlies, latrine police and fatigue 
details were given to the men impartially, irre- 
spective of their former walks in life. The 
fusing qualities of the great American National 
Army were almost unbelievable. 



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Battery "D" — Taken at Camp Mills 



Crude;, indeed, were the bathing facilities at 
Custer, which later gave way in favor of com- 
fortable, steam-heated bathhouses, with hot 
and cold showers. During the early stages it 
was necessary for the men to .walk about a half 
mile south of the camp to a small stream, 
where a stockade had been erected. Here 
were tables and tubs and a few cold water 
shovs^ers. 

Battery "D" moved to a new building, bar- 
racks number 4 1 5, which was partially shared 
with Supply Company. It was in these new 
quarters that the large consignment of recruits 



which arrived on the 20th of September were 
to be received. A large portion of the time 
was spent in making preparations to receive 
them. Between drill, hikes, maneuvers and in- 
spections, time was found to unload a car of 
iron cots and carry them to the barracks. To 
assist in the training of recruits a number of 
regular army non-coms were sent from Texas 
to Custer. Sergeant 1. J. Ackerman and Cor- 
poral R. B. Patterson were assigned to "D." 

Eventually the 20th arrived and brought 
with it nearly a hundred more recruits. The 
old men having received a portion of their uni- 




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forms, tried to assume the airs of regulars when 
in the presence of the new men, especially as 
most of them were selected by the Captain as 
acting non-coms, to assist in the course of in- 
struction. 

Shortly after moving to 415, the 33rd Na- 
tional Guards, who had been doing interior 
guard duty in the cantonment, moved to 
Texas, and burden of the guard then fell on 
the Custer men. Seven organizations of our 
regiment furnished the regimental guard, alter- 
nately. Battery "D" drew Sunday. But they 
heaped coals of fire on the Regimental Head 
by executing the best guard mounts. Capt. La- 
Mar took pride in this formation and by prac- 
tice the men were soon able to outclass the 
regiment, at guard mount. (Ed. — In their 
opinion.) No guns were issued as yet, and. 
sticks were substituted. At times this fact 
caused amusement to some parties implicated 
in the incidents. One very dark night. Acker- 
man, Sergeant of the guard, was reconnoiter- 




After 
second 



Capt. Clifford M. Iia Mar 

ing his posts, w^hen a guard called, "Halt! 
Who's there?" Ackerman did not answer 
altho his movements could be heard, 
his command had been ignored the 
time, the guard called, "Halt, or I'll fire!" Of 
course, Ackerman knew what kind of a gun 
he had and so continued on his way, to the 
wonderment of the guard who did not know 
to whom he had been talking. 

On October I st. Lieutenant Stevens was 
transferred to Camp Jackson. On the 2nd, 
Corporal Patterson was made a sergeant. On 
October 7th, Hall, Walker, Stracke, Stouten- 
berg, Butler and Carpenter were made Cor- 
porals. 

At this time the men were receiving their 
"shots in the arm" and many were sick. A 
new feature was also added to the schedule, 
that of grooming horses at the remount sta- 
tion. A gun position was built and camou- 
flaged. No guns were available so some were 
improvised. The carpenters and mechanics 
pieced together wheels, soap boxes and sal- 
vaged fixtures from an old bath room and 
made some very presentable three-inch pieces. 
Mascots became the vogue and Battery "D" 
tried several dogs and cats which were not 
quite suitable, until one day Carpenter brought 



in a muddy, sorrowful, pitiful looking, cowed 
Airedale. This seemed to meet the require- 
ments. He was dubbed "Bum." But he fell 
from grace by constantly breaking the ninth 
general order, which resulted in a summary 
court-martial and dismissal from the camp 
areas. 

Passes were issued to Battle Creek promis- 
cuously, and to cities farther away in limited 
numbers. Visitors flocked to the camp every 
Sunday. Automobiles were continually flit- 
ting about the camp streets. Kodaks were 
intercepted at the entrance and a carload of 
them was checked and piled in a heap there 
every Sunday. In spite of this precaution 
many excellent pictures of Custer and camp 
life were taken. 

On November 3rd Handley wras warranted 
a Corporal and Hall advanced to Sergeant. 
Sergeant Patterson was promoted to First Ser- 
geant. 

The artillery section of the camp became 
completed and the 1 60th Field Artillery Bri- 
gade moved to the west end of the camp in 
time for their first Thanksgiving dinner in the 
army. Each organization was given a large 
barracks and a spacious recreation building. 
As the new recruits began to come in as a re- 
sult of later drafts and the organizations took 
on war strength the recreation buildings had to 
be used as barracks. "D" was located in 
buildings 1306-1317. 

As time went on "D" lost men by transfer 
and new recruits came to take their places. 
This meant continual drill and study to keep 
the Battery at an efficient standard. A non- 
comissioned officers' school was established 
and complete equipment and uniforms were 
issued to the men. 

During December Herbert A. Malin, Ben 
Smith, Lawrence A. Ward, Frank B. Miles, 
Harold Candler, Paul B. Sidler, Harry A. 
Chrysler and Luther H. Atkinson were made 
Corporals, Edward F. Seager was made Sup- 
ply Sergeant and Corporal Butler advanced to 
Sergeant. 

Gas instruction w^as added to the curriculum 
and gas mask drill became an important fea- 
ture. Horses were drawn and the barracks 
formerly used by civilian laborers were trans- 
formed into stables. Corrals w^ere built. A. 
W. O. L. crept into the tranquility of the sys- 
tem and resulted in several court-martials. A 
regimental school of fire was installed and "D" 
sent her quota of men. A Battery Command- 
er's Detail w^as very vaguely formed and a 
number of men were given the technical in- 
struction needed in modern warfare. Ameri- 
can 3-inch guns \fere issued, with equipment. 



Sergt. Ward received a letter from his girl 
asking why he wasn't an officer. He replied 
that he qualified as a Sergeant. 



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Sub-calibre firing, followed later by problems 
on indirect firing with shrapnel, resulted. 

Corporals Atkinson, Walker and Stouten- 
burg were promoted to Sergeants by the mid- 
dle of January. In the meantime Corpora! 
Hall, Sergeant Patterson and Private Mc- 
Lachlan were sent to the Officers' Training 
School. Sergeant Butler was made Stable Ser- 
geant, and Corporal Smith, Mess Sergeant. 
Sergeant Ackerman again acted in the capacity 
of 1st Sergeant. He continued in this position 
until early February when he was sent to Bri- 
gade School and Sergeant Stoutenburg put in 
his place. Sergeant Stoutenburg carried on 
this work until his turn came to go to the 
school of fire, when he was succeeded by Ser- 
geant Atkinson, who was warranted 1 st Ser- 
geant on March 20. Lieutenants Brown and 
Bartlett were advanced to ist Lieutenants on 
January I, 1918. 

The winter was one of the hardest ever 
known in Michigan, the snow piled to the win- 
dow ledges. Combating the undesirable ef- 
fects of nature's onslaught sufficed to keep sev- 
eral men busy all of the time. Floods fol- 
lowed and the stables suffered most. Groom- 
ing muddy horses was bad, but grooming 
them in water was worse. During the wet and 
muddy periods it was necessary to exercise the 
horses. This was tedious and unpleasant. Af 
many periods the Battery was short of men, 
which forced non-coms and privates to work 
together, long and late. Coal had to be shov- 
eled and fires kept up, stables and horses cared 
for, harness kept clean and the barracks 
mopped and swept, meals had to be prepared 
and cooked and dishes washed. Special duty 
and office men and those going to school di- 
minished the ranks from which to choose de- 
tails. During the course of instruction it was 
necessary to study the British 75's and several 
problems were fired with them on the range. 
Mounted passes were issued on Saturday after- 
noons and Sundays and many enjoyable trips 
to nearby towns were made possible. Pistol 
practice was inaugurated and reviews came 
periodically. 

Volunteers were called for to go to Wash- 
ington as lumberjacks, to assist in getting ma- 
terial for aeroplanes. The Tank Service, En- 
gineers and Officers' Training Schools, Dis- 
charges and Desertions each drew a little on 
the Battery. It was an enormous task to make 
a capable fighting Battery under the difficulties 
which arose. 

The Y. M. C. A., K. of C. and Liberty The- 
atre offered some diversion. Athletic meets 
in the spring proved popular. Singing schools 
were started and in the spring baseball and 
push-ball became favorite sports. And then 
there was "Sick Call," the old reliable which 
could be depended upon to pull a man out of 
work once in a while, if he was not pushed too 
hard or too often. This was counteracted by 
the 96th General Order. Whenever a man 
was due for punishment and no other martial 



law specifically governed his case the 96th wa» 
always on deck to fill the need. 

During March Corporal Stracke's status was 
changed from Corporal to Cook. Corporals 
Ward and Miles were made Sergeants. April 
saw Louis H. Erkfitz made Corporal, Dudley 
P. Miller made Cook and Corporal Handley 
made a Sergeant. Private McLachlan returned 
from the O. T. S. In the course of the next 
month Private McLachlan was made a Cor- 
poral. Corporal Chrysler advanced to Ser- 




FlrBt Iiient. Andrew H. Thompson 

geant. Cook Miller made a Sergeant and later 
Mess Sergeant. Sergeant Walker returned 
from Training School. Sergeant Smith was 
made a cook. 

Many amusing incidents happened at Custer 
which will be cherished by those w^ho will 
never forget. No one present will forget the 
time our rotund Cook, Ben Smith, was assisted 
in mounting a horse by Lieutenant Brown. He 
did not seem to realize that he was to stop 
when directly over the horse, so continued on 
to terra firma on opposite side. And then our 
routine was marred by Theo. Kallas, a Greek, 
who came with the February draft. He was 
dealt with very forcibly in the Battery with 
no avail and finally v^ras sent to Fort Leaven- 
w^orth for fifteen years. 

In early June Corporal Sidler, Corporal 
Malim and Corporal McLachlan were made 
Sergeants and Privates Ambrose and Hodson 
were made Corporals. 

In June the largest draft came and filled the 
organization to war strength again. The ad- 
vance party, consisting of Lieutenants Thomp- 
son and Bartlett, Sergeant McLachlan and Pri- 
vate Temple, left on July 1 for France. Ex- 
citement ran high in camp. When would we 
go? Where would we go? We began to 
scent the fury of battle from afar. Tension 
reigned. The camp was quarantined. Passes 
were banned. The men who came in June 
were not permitted to see their relatives or - 



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friends. Time ■was short, everything must be 
done quickly. Uniforms were issued to the 
new men. After a w^eek and a half of exam- 
inations, vaccinations and inspections they 
mingled with the old men and were barely 
distinguishable, except in drill. They were 
drilled hard in order to get them in as good 
a shape as possible before leaving Custer. 

The Battery was divided into properly pro- 
portioned sections and platoons. Acting non- 
coms were appointed to fill the vacancies 
which this arrangement made. Inspections fol- 
lowed inspections. Complete equipment was 
issued. Finally the word came and we left 
Camp Custer at I I :00 a. m., July 16th. Bat- 




First Uent. Stacy Ii. Brown 

tery "C" w^as on the same train. The trains 
left about one hour apart, four being necessary 
tc carry the regiment. We passed thru Detroit 
about 4:30 p. m. The Red Cross served us a 
lunch at the station. The train stopped for 
over an hour about midnight at Niagara Falls, 
Canada. The Canadian Red Cross gave us 
cigarettes and chocolate candy. We followed 
the West Shore Railroad and stopped at Ra- 
venna, New York, for exercise. We reached 
Wehawken, New Jersey, about 4:00 p. m., 
July 1 7, where we waited for the remainder 
of the regiment, before crossing ^ew York 
Harbor by ferry to Brooklyn. We then took 
the Long Island R. R. to Garden City and de- 
trained. We marched to Camp Mills, arriving 
about 1 1 :30. It was dark and raining. 

Our entrance into Camp Mills was marked 
with weariness and exhaustion. Many men fell 
out of ranks and followed later. The Garden 
City parks were dotted wth perspiring men, 
who stopped a few minutes to recuperate. 
Water was scarce and we were all thirsty. The 
heavy packs were bearing on our tired shoul- 
ders and the mud was clinging to our shoes. 
We slept that night under shelter of tents in 
the farthest corner of the camp. 



Camp Mills was obscured by dust during 
the greater part of our stay there. Our two 
weeks' sojourn in Camp Mills was a very busy 
one. Passes were granted to New York City, 
Rockaway Beach, Jamaica, Hemstead and 
other nearby points. Ice cream was sold in 
the canteens, six bricks for a half dollar. This 
was our last taste of ice cream until our return 
to America, except the tiny bites sold on the 
boat at very exorbitant British prices. Mineola 
Aviation Field, one of the largest aviation cen- 
ters of the country, was located at Camp Mills, 
and the sky was usually darkened by aero- 
planes. It was our first chance to see fighting 
planes and their maneuvers were very fascinat- 
ing. Dozens of them were over our heads at 
all times. One plane made a fatal landing and 
swooped so near our Battery, which was drill- 
ing, that the men were forced to drop to the 
ground for safety. 

Camp Mills was located on a very level ex- 
tent of country and ample room was given to 
drill grounds. We slept in tents, arranged in 
company streets. Each tent contained eight 
iron cots. Every day we furled the tents for 
three hours. Policing orders were very strict 
in Mills and this city of tents always presented 
a neat, spectacular appearance. The greatest 
offset was the dust, which penetrated our 
clothes and made cleanliness next to impossi- 
ble. 

Inspections were thrust upon us mercilessly. 
Clothing, personnel, physical, mess kit, can- 
teen, and inspection of our tents and bunks, 
helped to shorten the trying days on the eve 
of our departure. Clothing was issued and 
turned in, re-issued, inspected and checked. 
Orders were confusing and confused. We 
were impatient and irritable toward discipline. 
We wanted to go over! Finally overseas caps 
were issued. They created many laughs and 
their practicability was questioned. Later 
they proved their efficiency. Spiral leggings, 
or puttees, were issued and many a battle was 
won by persistence and endurance in the early 
morning hour of reveille. Here we lost ex- 
Corporal Candler, one of the most popular 
fellows in the outfit. He was sent to the 
hospital. Privates Cochran, Schiff, Knapp, 
Johnson and "Ink" Mcintosh were also 
left in the hospital. "Ink" was undoubtedly 
one of the most amusing characters we have 
ever met. He was of Scotch descent and had 
many peculiarities. It was his lot to be the 
butt of many a joke. It was worth the admis- 
sion price to any show^ to see him try to change 
step, or carry out any military command. 
Fourteen casuals were assigned to us here. The 
office work was tremendous. A great many 
records had to be made and many details at- 
tended to, relative to allotments, addresses, 
etc. Sergeant Malim, battery clerk, assisted 
by Sergeant Ambrose and Corporal Hanna, 
worked all the day and all of the night, previ- 
ous to our leaving, to get the sailing list in 
proper shape. Office facilities were very poor. 



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Before leaving Mills, Henry Sigg was trans- 
ferred from Battery "F" to us. Ciaccia and 
Olaskowicz were A. W. O. L. and did not sail 
with us. 

At noon, July 30th, we left Camp Mills and 
marched to the Garden City depot. Here we 
entrained and rode to Long Island City on 
East River and then were ferried to South 
Brooklyn piers, where our ship, the "Maun- 
ganui," a New Zealand boat, awaited. After 
several hours' delay in the sheds, we em- 
barked. The boat did not leave until ten 
o'clock the next day. It was the beginning of 
our trip across the big pond and orders were 
laid down pretty stiffly. Among other things 
we were told to throw away all of our matches. 
That was so we could not signal to a subma- 
rine. Some men were fortunate enough to 
affect ignorance of the order, and so by mental 
and financial persuasion we were able to keep 
smoking. We slept in hammocks, on the floor, 
on tables and on deck, just as our fancy di- 
rected. We were crowded, to be sure, because 
it was essential that we get over as soon as 
possible. The "Maunganui" was making its 
maiden trip for Uncle Sana in a convoy with 
I 5 others, including one British destroyer and 
one cruiser. We were escorted out of New 
York harbor by a number of U. S. battle- 
ships and seaplanes. The first night out was 
a corker, and by the looks of the deck and 
saloons next morning it was not very hard to 
convince anyone that it had been a rough 
night. They fed us English rations and we in 
turn fed them to the fishes. It was very cold 
and we were compelled to put up with the 
added nuisance of wearing at all times a life 
preserver. It was usually foggy. A life boat 
drill was held once each day and also fifteen 
minutes of calisthenics, when the men were 
able to stand up. There was a canteen on 
board which sold ice cream for fifty cents a 
pint and crackers for two bits a throw. Every- 
thing else^was in proportion. On August I 0th 
we saw the coast of Scotland and Ireland. 
We were met by a convoy of destroyers and 
convoyed in the remainder of the trip. No 
submarines were seen, altho on several oc- 
casions we were on the anxious seat. Saw 
three whales and many other kinds of large, 
peculiar fish at various intervals. On August 
1 1 th we arrived at Liverpool, England, and 
marched thru the city behind a "bobby" on a 
horse. We were given a fine reception. The 
English girls lined the streets the whole dis- 
tance of the march. We entrained at Liver- 
pool and rode to Derby for lunch, very light, 
from there we went to Southhampton. The 
trains were good. Arrived at Southhampton 
at 9:00 p. m. and hiked six miles to a rest 
camp, carrying full packs. The only things 
these camps rest is your stomach. We got to 
bed shortly after midnight and slept on a 
wooden floor in a so-called barracks. We got 
up the next morning with aching bones and 
hungry as usual. After mess we stood another 



of the famous army inspections and final ex- 
cunination before entering France. Lasted 
just five seconds to the man by the watch. We 
still had our watches. We then again strapped 
on our packs and hiked the six miles back to 
the city. You know the old slogans, "Join the 
Navy and See the World," and "Join the Ar- 
tillery to Ride." 

We thot it strange that we should come 
back to the pier in daytime as we did, but soon 




Iiieut. Harry K. Qemuend 

found that it had been well planned as usual, 
because the thermometer registered 1 00 in the 
shade, and it helped to bring us down to fight- 
ing weight, after having fattened up for twelve 
days on English rations. Here we boarded 
the "Harvard," which formerly had been an 
American pleasure boat, for our trip across 
the channel. The sailors told us it was just 
like shaking hands with death when we 
stepped on that boat. We were given English 
hard tack and never realized before how es- 
sential it was to have good teeth in the army. 

Arrived at Le Havre, France, and disem- 
barked about II a. m. The first thing we 
saw was a long Red Cross train pull in carrying 
wounded soldiers. We then knew we wera 
near real war. As usual we hoisted our packs 
and hiked to what was again known as a rest 
camp. The camp was at the top of a mountain 
and we drew the back end of the camp. In 
this respect we got to see the entire camp and 
never missed anything. Tents without bunks 
were beginning to be comfortable. Several 
hundred German prisoners were held here 
within a large stockade with several barbed 
wire picket fences. During the night the dis- 
tant roar of guns could be heard from the 
northern front and w^e for the first time slept 
with the fear of an aeroplane raid. Eggs and 
herring to eat. Left next day noon and re- 
traced the seven miles back to the railway 
station, after our rest. Here we boarded box 
cars and rode to Messac. 

That ride will never fade from our memory. 
Forty men were loaded into each car which 
bore the sign, "Hommes 40, Cheveaux 8." 
The cars were dinky little affairs, about half 
the length of an American box car. War was 
raging and quick results were necessary, else 
we would have been given better accommoda- 
tions. Sleep was next to impossible. There 



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was not sufficient room to lie down, and to 
augment our uncomfort each car had one or 
more square wheels. Our destination was un- 
known and the French names were very un- 
familiar at that stage of the game. We trav- 
eled slowly and made frequent sidings. We 
passed thru Rouen, Versailles, on the outskirts 
of Paris, Chartres, Nogent, Le Mans, Laval, 
Rennes, etc., and after three days arrived at 
Messac-Guipry, department of Ille et Villlaine. 

There we found the Villaine river, and be- 
side it a beautiful green. We pitched pup 
tents and remained there that night. In the 
morning we were permitted to swim and bathe 
in the river. It was deep, dark and sluggish. 
The banks were fringed with pond lilies and 
tall grass. The water was cold, but the air was 
warm. At night the dew was heavy and the 
atmosphere very chilly. We found this true 
all over France. 

The billeting officers located places for us 
to stay and the regiment was split into many 
groups which were billeted in the village and 
within a radius of several miles around it. 
Some of the men were in private houses, some 
in barns and stables and some in wonderful 
old chateaus. We drew one chateau and two 
stables. The Battery was split into three parts. 
We stayed in this location until August 25. 
Men were sent to school to learn the intricacies 
of the French 75. The general training was 
continued. 

While there twelve Corporals were war- 
ranted: V. L. Beach, Frank H. Cooper, Leo 
Grossman, H. A. Levantine, Elmer J. Hanna, 
John Hertel, Clyde W. Toush, George E. Enos, 
Victor H. Reilly, Glen H. Smith, Harold H. 
Pfoeber and Carl L. Schoendorf. 

We left Messac via the hob-nail route for 
Maure, a distance of ten kilometers, where we 



E2u-Iy one morning, at the front, Lieut. Ge- 
muend's attention was called to the fact that 
he wore only one spur. "Good night," he said, 
as he turned toward a clump of bushes, "I must 
have left it stickins' in the horse." This has 
official corroboration. 



camped for the night. The next day we hiked 
ten more kilos to Camp de Coetquidan, an old 
camp once occupied by Napoleon. Here we 
were quartered in stone barracks. The camp 
was very unsanitary, but offered many induce- 
ments to us. It was on the edge of a small 
town, which catered to American troops, and 
was keen on the trail of the franc. We were 
given two months' pay the night of our arrival 
there, our first overseas pay, and our first 
struggle with the French money. We might 
add here that there was never a French bill 
ever printed that would last thru one night's 
session of dice or poker. We began to appre- 
ciate the American dollar in more ways than 
one. 



It was at Coetquidan that we received our 
real traitiing in European warfare. The Instru- 
ment Detail had studied the theory of Ameri- 
can firing in Custer for six months and after 
delving into the mysteries of French fire found 
their knowledge of little avail. Now the theory 
of conducting fire by map was brought out and 
the members of the detail were taught map 



Ever see Butler on the warpath? Or Deitrich 
without a sore leg? Or Hobbs without his char- 
acteristic hobble? Or "Debs" Goodchild with- 
out a grouch? Or "Caruso" Vrooman when he 
wasn't singing? Or "Snakey" Wales when he 
wasn't looking for a crap game? Or Ward 
when he wouldn't fight? 



work from the study of co-ordinates to the 
Lambert projection. They were issued full 
equipment and the real work of the detail be- 
gan, that of studying the mechanism of the in- 
struments, making charts and observing fire, 
mixed with the locating of positions and 
reconnaissance v.ork. Each man in the de- 
tail was capable of handling any instrument, 
from the slope alidade to the more complex 
range finder, and the magic number was con- 
stantly on their minds. 

The telephone detail was sent to school for 
six weeks, and under the influence of the teach- 
ing and personality of Corporal Russell, the 
instructor, they progressed rapidly. The ma- 
chine gunners were equipped with guns and 
ammunition. They went to school and worked 
on the range. They were able to take down 
and assemble their guns while blindfolded. 
Camouflage schools, orientation and reconnais- 
sance were sent representatives by "D." Ser- 
geant McLachlan, Sergeant Miles and Corporal 
Kells were sent to the Officers' Training School 
at Saumur. 

Sergeant Sidler was transferred as an Artil- 
lery Instructor. Lieutenant Alexander Lange 
joined us here. Lieutenant Bartlett was trans- 
ferred to Brigade Headquarters as Operations 
Officer. Alfred L. Burns was made Telephone 
Corporal on September 25. Two days later 
Corporals Ambrose and Carpenter were made 
Sergeants. On October 2nd Clifford Boze was 
made a Corporal and sent to Radio School. 
On the fifteenth Ford S. Johnson was made a 
Corporal and Corporal Neff advanced to Ser- 
geant. 

We were impressed with the deep signifi- 
cance of the gas mask and drilled daily with it. 
We were taught its uses, how to care for it and 
make repairs. We engaged in contests for 
speed in getting it on. From the time the 
alarm is heard until the mask is properly ad- 
justed should not take more than six seconds, 
and breathing should be stopped until the 
mask is securely in place. We listened to lec- 
tures by Lieutenant Casey, Regimental Gas In- 
structor, and by Corporal Erkfitz, who was 
made Gas Sergeant. In digression it might be 



1 18 



interesting to know that Sergeant Erkfitz was 
nicknamed, "Sniff Gently" by the fellows, and 
is said to have notified only his friends when 
a gas attack was put over at the front. How- 
ever gas mask drill and instruction was a seri- 
ous matter and its absorption was vital. 

Problems were fired on the range with our 
French 75's which were issued here. Wire 
cutting, creeping fire, box barrages and de- 
struction fire were studied and practiced. We 
made the best record on the range of any or- 
ganization that ever came to Coetquidan. We 
coupled this record with that of being the most 
reckless and best all round fellows that ever 
paid five francs for a dime's worth of deli- 
cacies. 

Steel helmets were added to our equipment. 
Long hikes thru mud and rain served to fit 



"Tiny" Klein absolutely refuses to be con- 
genial to the Corporals. At Coetquidan he says 
they kept him awake when he tried to sleep. 



us for duty at the front. On September 23 
the regiment advanced to and occupied a po- 
sition several miles from camp and fired a 
morning barrage. Our training was tense, we 
were almost ready to "go in." 

1st Sergeant Aikinson was transferred to 
the O. T. S. and several men left in the hos- 
pital. 

The topography of the country was hilly 
and full of many interesting spots. Many 
pleasure excursions were made and reconnoi- 
tering trips by the details. Hundreds of cafes 
offered products of the country in liquid and 
edible forms. Many thousand francs were left 
behind us when we left Napoleon's stamping 
ground, on October 23. 

We marched to Guer and then rode by train 
to Andelot. We marched from there to Hum- 
berville, a little village. Wooden barracks had 
been built here. We slept in double-deck, 
rudely contrived bunks. The barracks were in 
a basin at the foot of several surrounding hills. 
The top of the hills formed a vast plateau, 
which was an ideal place to establish observa- 
tory stations. The Chaplain established a 
recreation room in an old hostelry in which he 
unearthed a piano, of uncertain age and tone. 

Our stay in Humberville was short. We 
moved out on October 30th and spent tVe 
night on the outskirts of Toul. It was dark 
when we arrived and no lights were permissi- 
ble as we were in dangerous territory. Air 
raids were a daily occurrence. When we 
awoke we found that we were sleeping in a 
field which was being used as a burying 
ground. Hundreds of graves, freshly made, 
containing American and German dead, met 
our gaze. Many graves, yet unfilled, were 
yawning for their unjust due. 

The mounds were in uniform rows, marked 
by plain wooden crosses. Here and there the 



grave of an officer or a soldier who had won 
distinctive honor was unsparingly decorated 
with flowers. A large French military ceme- 
tery adjoined. The monuments were of intri- 
cate design, skillfully made with various hued 
beads. An old stone fort, badly dilapidated, 
which had long ago been deserted, made a fit- 
ting background. 

During our noon mess hour we witnessed an 
air battle that lasted thirty minutes. The Ger- 
man raider was driven back over the lines, but 
was not brought to the ground. The day was 
quiet and the white puffs of smoke from the 
anti-aircraft g^ns hung like polka dots in the 
azure sky. Later these sights became casual 
to us. 

We moved by night to Lagney and camped 
during the late hours of the night on the edge 
of the Essey woods, which were the scene of 
the big American drive which begun on Sept. 
12. Before daylight we moved under their 
cover. 

On the morning of November 2nd while 
the oufit was laying in the woods. Captain 
LaMar made a trip to the front lines to find a 
position for the Battery. Upon returning in 
the early afternoon he ordered the chiefs of 
sections to report to him in his quarters, which 
was a tarpaulin hung from one tree to another 
as a protection from the rain which was falling 
very heavily upon the already well soaked 
earth. As they filed under the covering and 
reported to the Captain, they could feel that 
something of a grave importance was going to 
happen. He sat on a box with a very grim ex- 
pression upon his face and a determined look 
in his eyes. Near him on other boxes sat Lieu- 
tenants Brown, Lange, Thompson and Ge- 
muend. The first words of the Captain, after 
they had reported were, "Well, we are going 
into position tonight. We leave here at five 
o'clock. Have everything ready to leave at 



Good night! Do you remember the time Cook 
Smith was on the ammunition detail at the front? 
We would call the attention of "Fatty" Arbuckle 
to the plot for a good movie. 



that time. Take one gun crew of each section, 
and I want you men to realize the responsibil- 
ity you are under. 1 want you to provide 
every way you possibly can for the protection 
of your men and if at any time 1 can be of any 
assistance to you do not hesitate to come di- 
rectly to me." 

During that meeting it was arranged that we 
would place two guns in position that night, 
the first and second pieces as they are called 
in a firing battery. The third section to assist 
the first and the fourth to give their aid to the 
second. The following night the first and sec- 
ond sections would help the third and fourth 
to place their guns. 

Promptly at 5 o'clock the entire Battery left 



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the woods and proceeded as far as Pannes, 
where the echelon separated from the firing 
battery. The echelon under the command of 
Lieutenant Gemuend with Sergeant Ward next 
in charge going west and the firing battery 
with Captain LaMar in command accompanied 
by Lieutenants Lange and Thompson started 
north. Sergeant Stoutenburg was Chief of 
Section, of first section. Sergeant Carpenter of 
the second, Sergeant Neff of the third and Ser- 
geant Hanley of the fourth. 

It is needless to try to describe that trip. 
No one will ever know unless they have ex- 
perienced the same kind some time or other. 
It was raining and it was so dark that we were 
unable to see our hands a foot from our faces, 
the mud varied in depth from two inches to 
two feet. The Ammunition Train of the Bat- 
tery, under command of Sergeant Malim, was 
also on its way to the front with the firing 
battery. 



Pvts. Bundy and Ackerman were the first men 
in Battery D to carry a full pack in 1919. From 
reports of "Jaisville," the trip was worth it. 



It seemed like ages but at last we arrived at 
the place where the Captain said our guns 
were to be. There were shell holes filled with 
water every few feet in any direction you 
might walk and the air was sure blue that night 
for every few minutes some one would land in 
one of these holes. 

We started to dig in. The brush, roots, 
rocks and mucky earth made it an everlasting 
job. We used our picks, our shovels and our 
hands and could not make much headway. It 
would have been a difficult task in daylight, 
but it was the blackest of nights and we could 
not use a light for fear of being discovered. 

About midnight we ate our sandwich, which 
v^fas all the food we had, and proceeded again 
with the work. It was nearing two o'clock and 
we hadn't heard a noise. Sergeant Stouten- 
burg said to Sergeant Neff, "I don't believe 
that this is our regular position. They are just 
trying us out. What do you think about it?" 
The reply, "No, I don't believe we will ever 
fire a gun from this position." And we pro- 
ceeded with the work when at 2:15 a. m. 
something happened which none of us will 
ever forget. It seemed as if the entire heav- 
ens were lighted with one big torch and it 
was accompanied by one continuous roar. 
The entire immediate section was filled with 
guns and they had all let loose at the same 
time. It lasted just fifteen minutes and 
stopped as suddenly as it had begun. If there 
were any doubts about us not being at the 
front, they were all wiped away. 

At four o'clock the Captain called Sergeants 
NefF and Hanley of the third and fourth sec- 
tions and told them to take two horses and go 
to the echelon and get some rest, as we would 



be out the following night. They started and 
soon ran into Lieutenant Thompson, who was 
on the way to the echelon with part of the Am. 
train. They joined them, and proceeded as 
far as Pannes and w^ere lost as no one knew the 
direction of the echelon. As they were trying 
to find out from the soldiers quartered in 
Pannes in which direction the echelon lay, it 
began to turn daylight and this rather pleased 
them, as it seemed like years since they had 
last seen day. As they had about given up 
hopes of learning from any one which way to 
go along came Lieutenant Lange and he was 
under the impression they should go west and 
west they started. After going a short dis- 
tance, they met Major Reynolds and he in- 
formed them that they were going in the right 
direction. Also told them that the road v^ras 
open to harassing fire by the Germans. They 
proceeded on their way a weary lot, had gone 
three or four miles and settled in their saddles 
for a little rest when a shell passed over their 
heads and burst a short distance from the 
road. They began to sit up and take notice, 
as they thought the Germans had a line on 
them. They did a little double timing and a 
few minutes brought them into Nonsard. 
They hadn't any more than arrived there until 
the second shell also arrived. This time the 
burst was a little short and it landed in a 
church on the right and the stones came rat- 
tling down on them. They began to think one 
would get them, but kept going. Several shots 
were fired, but none came any closer than the 
first two. They arrived at the echelon at 7:30 
and it wasn't long until they were asleep. 

Captain LaMar, Sergeant Stoutenburg and 
Sergeant Carpenter accompanied by the men 
of the four gun crews returned to the echelon 
later in the morning. 

That afternoon at four o'clock, in order to 



One of our men, unskilled in the native tongue 
of the cafes, being tired of making signs and 
drawing pictures, discovered a new way of or- 
dering eggs (oeufs). He says take a small dog, 
of the lap variety, 'with you when in search of 
the soft-boiled. Woog-ouf-ouf ! 



arrive there after dark, they had arranged the 
afternoon before to place the third and fourth 
pieces in place that night and they started to 
work. The work continued all night long and 
yet very little was accomplished toward having 
good positions. At five o'clock orders came 
to be in readiness to advance, so we stayed by 
the guns. At seven o'clock orders came for 
us to be ready to fire at night. We rolled our 
guns into the camouflage and were ready. 

Real warfare for the Detail started for us 
on the morning of November 3rd when ■we 
were destined to locate a gun position and as 
we had expected, no geodetic points were 
visible. But, not to be foiled by this little ob- 



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stacle, we found a very prominent place mark 
and traversed twelve hundred meters across an 
open field and mostly in view of the enemy 
lines. The traverse was very successfully made 
with goniometer and chain, but upon nearing 
the completion of our work the sky became 
suddenly darkened by the density of the en- 
emy planes and we were forced to take cover 
more than once. It was our first real experi- 
ence of being under fire and shrapnel Wcks fall- 
ing thick and fast accompanied by the whirring 
of the casings from the anti-aircraft shells. 
This our first experience and rather warm at 
that, proved anything but interesting for us. 

This experience was the first of many ex- 
citing times for us, as our chief duty was locat- 
ing positions and observing both enemy and 
allied fire. After locating and laying the bat- 
tery came the locating and establishing of the 
O. P. station, which finally was chosen two 
kilometers in front of our guns and very near 
our own trenches. The observation post con- 
sisted of a platform in the top of a large tree 
and from which the observer could scan the 
entire territory and conduct fire on most any 
German position in that sector. 

Some very interesting moments were spent 
in that tree or near it. Some members of the 
detail have remarked that it was mighty fortu- 
nate for the tree that some of "Jerry's" shells 
were only "Duds." Not only was the O. P. a 
very interesting place, but the roads to the 
post caused many comments. Fully two kilo- 
meters of nothing but bottomless mud filled 
with the imprints of the "Austrian 88's" for 
one to fall into while trying to make their way 
forward in the dark. The road, if such it can 
be called, was very narrow and wound its way 
through an almost complete wilderness and 
was crossed a number of times by the resist- 
ance wires of the engineers, making the trip 
to the O. P. a matter of wading, climbing and 
crawling. 

The detail was led by Lieutenant Stacy L. 
Brown, as orientation and reconnaissance offi- 
cer, and his efficiency proved a stimulant to 
the men and their co-operation with him is 
mainly responsible for the success of the de- 
tail. 

The instrument section of Battery D was 
composed of the following members, who 
proved very efficient: Sergeant R. A. Am- 
brose, Corporal F. S. Johnson, Private E. F. 
Arnold, Corporal H. A. Levantine, Private A. 
F. Lehr, and Private H. P. Gelslighter. 

Immediately upon our arrival at Camp 
Coetquidan a number of the boys from the 
detail, including Sergeant Chrysler, Corporals 
Levantine, Hanna, Enos, Wyse and Hertel and 
Privates Burns, Dunning, Carson, Arnold, 
Bundy and Riedsema, had been selected to go 
to telephone school to learn the army system 
of communication at the front. This course 
lasted six weeks, six morning sessions each 
week, the afternoon being spent on practice 



work. Every man had very good grades on 
his examination papers. 

As the telephone gang was left rather short- 
handed upon their arrival at the front. Cor- 
poral Hertel being left in the hospital and Cor- 
poral Hanna being put in charge of the ammu- 
nition crews to requisition and keep all of the 
guns supplied with shells, and Corporal Levan- 
tine and Private Arnold going to the instru- 
ment section. Corporal Boze and Privates 
Ackerman, McCracken and McWatters were 
put on the phones. It was found, however, 
that the operators could not get enough rest, 
having 24 hours on duty and 24 hours' rest, 
after deducting meal time and walking to and 
from positions, therefore the work was facili- 
tated by putting Privates Fuller and Arnold 
on and by rearranging the shifts. 

Our telephone detail should be compli- 



A censor's ideal letter: "Dear Ma Having 

nothing to do, I will write to you. Having 
nothing to say, mil close. Love. Son." 



mented on their very efficient work at the 
front. They were dubbed in fun as "Hello 
Girls," but just the same they came across with 
the necessary information, etc., to keep things 
going. 

The morning we laid our line from the guns 
to the O. P., Sergeant Chrysler, Corporal Boze, 
Corporal Burns and Private McWatters 
stretched the wire all the way, while "Fritz's" 
aeroplanes were dropping a few messages 
complimenting them on their speedy w^ork, but 
fortunately these messages went wild. 

Sergeant Chrysler is praised by all his men 
for this efficient work, at least by those who 
were on the shift when he bravely ventured 
forth to the front line trenches and procured a 
nice mess of bully beef and hard tack for his 
men who had had nothing to eat for some 
hours. Of course that was one of the duties of 
a Chief of Section, but it is the one so many 
of them fall down on. 

Another little occurrence worth mentioning 
is a day when Corporal Boze, of the telephone 
detail, and Private Lehr, of the instrument de- 
tail, were at the O. P. One of them was 
thoughtful enough to take a can of sardines 
for a little lunch while at their post. Corporal 
Boze left his telephone in charge of Lehr long 
enough to go to a nearby dugout to indulge 
in a sardine-hardtack sandwich. Just as Boze 
returned to relieve Lehr so he could have a 
little bite, some of those whizz-bangs started 
coming over and one happened to light pretty 
close, spraying mud all over the two. The 
shell burst just between Lehr and the sardines. 
Lehr came to an abrupt halt, made a very un- 
military about face and said, "To hell with 
the sardines. I'll starve." 

Our stay at the front was one hideous 
dream. The official records of our firing may 



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be found in another article, "The Second Bat- 
taHon at the Front." 

The rain came down almost incessantly and 
■we worked in twenty-four hours shifts. The 
time spent for meals and traveling to and from 
the echelon came out of the twenty-four off 
and consumed nearly a third of them. 

It was our duty to defend a small patch of 
w^oods, a road and a narrow gauge railroad. 
The road ran perpendicular to the railroad. 
Our guns were placed in advance of the road 
and on the right, near the intersection of the 
railroad and the road. They were flanked 
both right and left by a machine gun. The 
ammunition dump was at the intersection of 
the railroad and the road to Beney, one-half 
mile farther back. 



Probably the must rude awakening ever re- 
ceived by Pvt. Lee ^vas on the morning he hur- 
riedly extracted himself from the mire into 
which his tired body had sunk during one of 
the nights v^e spent at the front. He vf&s on 
the ammunition detail that night and had 
crawled under the muzzle of the third section 
piece and remained there all night in sweet re- 
pose. The first shot of the early morning bar- 
rage roared in his ears and he thought a Big 
Bertha had landed at his feet. He was next seen 
with a spade. 



The telephone central station was in a dug- 
out on the back side of the road and about five 
rods from the battery commander's dugout. 
A narrow trench connected the telephone dug- 
out with the executive officer's dugout. Lieut. 
Thompson was the executive officer at the 
guns and he worked night and day, without 
relief, catching a nap whenever possible. No 
officer in "this man's army " is entitled to more 
credit for bravery and endurance than Lieut. 
Thompson. He was a man through and 
through and never shirked his duty. 

About three yards from this dugout was an- 
other cache used for canned provisions. It 
was usually devoid of food. This was used 
as headquarters for the gas sentries. A tall 
hedge ran just back of the road and was an 
ideal protection against observation. Small 
string, almost invisible, was used to mark the 
paths Vire were allovt^ed to traverse with the 
most safety. No one was permitted to walk 
in any other place. The reason for this was 
that enemy photographs were made daily froni 
aeroplanes and any new marks on the terrain 
would be noted and give away our position. 

The road, or such it was called, was impas- 
sable and the constant target of the enemy. 
It was pock-marked with shell holes. In fact 
the territory for miles had the appearance 
of a sieve, except that the water remained in 
the shell holes. The soil was muck and clay. 

The echelon was established at the village 
of Nonsard, some six miles back, and the com- 
mand post at Pannes about three miles back. 
The regfimental telephone central was at Beney 



a half mile back. These towns were always 
under fire and vsrere raided by planes nightly. 
Gas hung in spots over the whole section. 
When we walked in grass and when w^e entered 
old buildings, sneeze gas would arise and cause 
us to sneeze until our heads would ache. It 
made our eyes sore and our throats raw. 

The early morning barrages, barring the 
danger and the destructive intent, were beau- 
tiful to behold. The heavens fairly opened 
and the flashes from the guns and bursting 
shells were bewilderingly fascinating. The re- 
ports of the guns, the noise of the breaking 
shells and their whirr as they sped through 
the air made a roar that rang in our ears for 
months after the armistice was signed. 

When the light made things visible each 
morning fresh shell holes gaped at us. Some 
of them were large enough to hold a small 
house. 

But let us pass over these days of gruelling 
labor and merciless fighting. They were sick- 
ening enough and so much has been written 
about battles that it is best not to repeat again. 
It is enough that the men of Battery D did 
their part well and many a German, were he 
alive today, could bear this out. 

The order came down, "Cease firing!" The 
tension snapped. It was eleven o'clock the 
morning of the armistice. Hilarity did not 
follow; instead, the thought of the war being 
ended was too big to grasp so quickly in all 
of its significance. 

"Concealment not necessary" was shouted 
to us by Lieut. Thompson. The Captain came 
from his command dugout with a look of re- 
lief on his tired features. The machine gun- 
ners, like greasy rats, crawled from their em- 
placements. The ammunition men dropped 
their loads wherever they stood. The section 
chief and men at the guns came from under 
their flimsy camouflage and dragged their tired 
bodies to the entrance of the telephone dug- 
out, which seemed to be the central point of 
meeting. The telephone men, with the ex- 
ception of the operator on duty, came striding 
to their station, in plain view, for the first time. 
The gas sentries stopped their vigil. The cam- 
ouflage guards were the first to leave the hid- 
den paths and make foot tracks in the open. 
The aeroplanes guards felt the relief from 
straining their necks in watching the skies for 
flying marauders. The men from the advance 
observing station came straggling in with joy 
written on their features. 

There was no shouting but in its place visions 
swept fitfully through their minds: visions of 
a home-coming, of decent meals in lieu of 
hardtack and beef uncertainly supplied, of 
soft, warm beds, with clean, white sheets, in- 
stead of wet branches and mud; of pleasant 
evenings with family and friends, instead of 
nights of bursting shells and flying shrapnel. 
These visions passed quickly enough and the 
needs of the moment were supplanted. They 



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thought of a good night's rest and a square 
meal, close at hand. 

The Captain and a few men went to Beney, 
crossing the open field between our positions 
and those occupied by the heavy artillery be- 
hind us. This field was literally ploughed by 
shells which had struck over us and short of 
the larger guns. Several buildings only par- 
tially demolished in this deserted village were 
located and guards left to hold them until the 
battery could move in and billet. The men 
who were at the positions secured billets dur- 
ing the afternoon and the echelon moved into 
Beney about eight o'clock in the evening. 
Temporary quarters were taken for the night 
and better arrangements made the next day. 

The Captain made a nice speech after break- 
fast and told us to fix up our quarters as com- 
fortable as possible and that he would try 
and see what he could do for us in the way 
of obtaining luxuries and amusements. We 
took him at his word and worked all day clean- 
ing up ruined houses and making them half 
way presentable to live in. In the meantime 
the Captain was getting a line on better bil- 
lets. Shortly after midnight the whistle blew, 
"Battery D outside," was the cry we heard. 
"Roll packs immediately" was the next order. 
In fifteen minutes the battery was assembled 
outside. We thought the war had started again 
and that the Germans were coming or some- 
thing of that nature had happened. 

The drivers and gun crews were forced to 
go to the positions and haul the guns out 
of the mire and through the fields to the road. 
It was a beastly job and would have been a 
nasty proposition in the daylight. The cais- 
sons and limbers wrere emptied at the ammu- 
nition dump and taken with the pieces back 
to Beney, where they joined the remainder of 
the battery, which had completed the rest of 
the preparations to move. Black coffee and a 
couple of hardtack biscuits were given to the 
men and about 5 :00 a. m. the entire second 
battalion started on the move from Beney. 

We marched to Thiaucourt and then went 
two kilometers out of our way and had to 
countermarch. We determined the right di- 
rection and continued. None of the men knew 
the destination and it was a wearisome hike. 
We carried full packs, all of our belongings 
from our beds to our mess kits, including all 
of our surplus clothing, overcoat, slicker, gas 
mask, gun, extra pair of shoes, shelter tent, 
steel helmet and souvenirs. Some of the men 
had the additional weight of a heavy pair of 
hip boots. We usually managed to stumble 
along fairly well with this load under normal 
conditions but just coming from a session at 
the front and having had no sleep that night, 
it proved to be an arduous task to v^ralk that 
twenty-four miles. 

There was ample evidence of heavy fighting 
the entire length of the trip. We passed 
through a number of small villages that were 
totally destroyed. An orgy of destructive rage 



was indicated by these villages. Much of the 
devastation was no doubt an inevitable inci- 
dent of war, but the evidence was beyond 
dispute that a vast amount of the damage was 
due to a calculating policy of wanton destruc- 
tion that had no possible justification in the 
laws of war. On either side of the road, as far 
as visible, was a mass of barbed wire, trenches 
and shell holes, with here and there the remains 
of an abandoned gun, caisson, wagon or tank. 
About eight o'clock we pulled into a mea- 
dow and had a breakfast of bully beef, beans 
and coffee. It was surely appreciated, because 
the men who were relieved last at the guns 
had been on duty for thirty-six hours and 
had not tasted food for twenty-four. After a 




Battery "O" Billets — Font-a-Mousson 
short rest we pushed on. Walking was un- 
usually hard on account of the hilly country 
and frequently it ■was necessary to lend a hand 
at the wheels of the pieces. The regiment was 
reassembled near Bouillionville and about 3:00 
o'clock we reached Pont-a-Mousson, our des- 
tination. 

We found this place to be a small city but 
practically devoid of population. The city 
had been taken by the Germans and recap- 
tured after four days. It showed bad usage 
by w^ar and was under continual fire for 
months. It was not safe to live there and the 
people had not had the opportunity to move 
their belongings away. The city had been pil- 
laged and we found the houses just as the 
enemy had left them. We were the first Amer- 
ican troops to arrive in Pont-a-Mousson after 



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the armistice, due to our forced march, so we 
had the choice of billets. We settled tem- 
porarily in the best places we could find on 
short notice and the next morning located in 
the choicest section of the city, in the best 
group of residences. Here we found every- 
thing the heart could desire in the way of 
household comforts. The billets would have 
done credit to a modern drawing room. We 
had beds, stoves, good furniture, pictures on 
the walls and in fact everything we could wish 
for except the modern conveniences of elec- 



All military rank titles were discarded while 
we Vfere at the front. Everyone was called just 
plain old Mister. This held especially true in 
talking over a telephone or in written communi- 
cation. During the night of Nov. 4, Lieut. Col. 
Reynolds called from the Post Command Sta- 
tion, at Pannes, asking for Mr. (Captain) La- 
Mar, at Station No. 34 (Battery D). Some one 
answered, saying he was Mr. LaMar, and Mr. 
Reynolds gave him all of the firing data for an 
early morning barrage. An hour later the Cap- 
tain called Mr. Reynolds and said he was ready 
to take the morning data. "Damn it," Mr. Rey- 
nolds replied, "I gave it to you an hour ago." 
"No, you didn't," answ^ered Mr. LaMar. "You're 
crazy," shouted the Colonel. Finally they came 
to an understanding and a call was sent to every 
station and no one had received the data. Once 
again a daring, English-speaking Jerry had crept 
over the lines and successfully tapped our tele- 
phone communication. 



trie lights, etc., and even these were procured 
later. 

Each organization cleaned up the streets 
and immediate vicinity of their billets and 
made the city look respectable again. On 
November 15 th we turned our horses over to 
the Supply Company and took up a schedule 
of light drill and athletics. A few short hikes 
were made to keep our legs from getting stiff 
after our intensive training and our strenuous 
duties at the front. Men of athletic ability in 
all lines of sport soon came back to their own 
and in a short time we had a baseball, a foot- 
ball, a basketball and a soccer team, or rather 
several of each. 

When we first came to the city it was rather 
lonesome but soon other organizations began 
to come and fill up the city. Provost guards 
were detailed and turned over to the Provost 
Marshal. The city was well guarded by regi- 
mental and provost guards. The Y. M. C. A. 
established a canteen and later installed three 
more, in order to supply the demands of the 
troops. The Salvation Army came and opened 
a hut. They ran a canteen in addition to 
their chocolate, pie and doughnut undertaking. 
The Knights of Columbus came later and dis- 
tributed playing cards, tobacco and numerous 
other luxuries. They opened a recreation 
room. The Chaplain opened a library, music 
room and a recreation hall. Local talent shows 
were planned and staged. We were then put 



on circuit and many troops visited us. The 
"Y" brought in a movie machine and we were 
again permitted to meet our old film friends. 

It was a very novel and also a pitiful sight 
to see the released prisoners returning from 
Metz. Pont-a-Mousson was situated on the 
main road to Metz. It was a good road and 
afforded easy walking. These men straggled 
in day and night for weeks after the armistice 
was signed. They came alone and in small 
groups. Their uniforms were mixed and 
ragged. Some were peaked and thin, showing 
evidences of hunger, hard work and sickness. 
Canadians came in wearing uniforms which the 
Canadian army had discarded three years be- 
fore. These men brought their possessions in 
boxes and bags, strapped to their shoulders. 
Some pushed wheelbarrow^s and others pulled 
little wagons piled high with their necessities. 
Among this motley procession w^ere men from 
every nation in the world, old men and young 
boys. Some had been captured only a short 
time before the armistice and others had seen 
three years of German labor. A great many 
were wounded and crippled. Nearly all wore 
beards. 

During our stay in Pont-a-Mousson troops 
from every allied army were billeted there. 
The average of American troops was from 
14,000 to 18,000, and others about 5,000. 
Civilians began to drift back, reinstate them- 
selves and rebuild their homes. Cafes opened, 
also novelty shops. Later bread shops, gro- 
ceries and meat shops. The various bands 
gave concerts on the public square. The city 
became alive with marching, drilling, hustling 
soldiers and wandering civilians. Traffic was 
tremendous through the city — trucks heavily 
loaded with supplies and salvage maintained 
a steady stream to and from the front. Cars 
and motorcycles flashed through the city at 
short intervals, carrying generals and messages. 

Passes to Aix-les-Bains were issued and four- 
teen men from our battery were fortunate to 
receive one. The "Y" controlled this wonder- 
ful leave area w^here money was surplus joy. 
The men returned after two weeks brimful of 
their pleasant experiences. While these men 
were away all was not dull routine in the bat- 
tery. We were preparing for a Christmas en- 
tertainment and packages were arriving from 
home filled w^ith "condensed" joy. The even- 
ing of Christmas day the entertainment was 
successfully staged. 

During January the 7th Division inaugurated 
a series of maneuvers. A sham battle was en- 
acted near Rogersville, showing the proper . 
movements of each branch of the service par- 
ticipating. The doughboys captured two 
towns. Corporals Hertel and Johnston were 
sent, each with a guidon, to represent the gun 
positions of Batteries D and F. Corporal Schoen- 
dorf and Private McCracken left January 8 
for Domvere to attend a three days' course 
in general gas instructions. Corporal H. A. 
Levantine was sent to Saizerais on January 



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I 3 to attend a liaison with aeroplane school, 
conducted by the 354th and 8th Aeroplane 
Squadrons. Saizerais was the headquarters of 
the 7th Division. The school lasted one week, 
during which time Levantine was rationed by 
Company F, 5 th Engineers. 

While in Pont-a-Mousson Lieut. Hicks of 
Headquarters Company was assigned to us. 
He proved to be of the same high caliber as 
our other officers. He brought the distinction 
of having interviewed the first drafted man to 
enter Custer. This happened on September 5, 
1917. The man was from Kalamazoo and was 
assigned to the infantry. Before leaving Pont- 
a-Mousson Lieut. Hicks was transferred to the 
regular army. 

During our sojourn in Pont-a-Mousson, Cor- 
porals McClain and Erkfltz were advanced to 
Sergeants, Private Urda was made Stable Ser- 
geant and Sergeant Malim officially pronounced 
as First Sergeant. On January 6th a machine 
gun school was started. A night school for the 
pursuit of educational subjects w^as promoted 
and secured the interest of several of our men. 
Some of the fellows who had been left behind 
in hospitals and Officers' Training Schools 
returned to us here. Chaplain Sorensen held 
services on Sundays in an old cathedral which 
had been the objective of many a shell. Hun- 
dreds of thousands of allied soldiers passed 
through the city returning to cities farther back. 
Martial music could usually be heard either 
night or day. In February a small army of 
German prisoners was brought to the city to 
do reconstruction work, remove the barricades 
from the buildings and clean up the city in 
general. The roads were repaired and the 
former business activities of the city began to 
flourish. 

A short time before our departure horses 
were drawn again and the duties of the men 
became more tiresome. The drivers w^ent to 
Lagney to get the "cheveaux" and experienced 
a bad trip due to the rainy weather. The un- 
sanitary condition of the horses proved to be 
another problem. They were all clipped and 
treated with medicinal preparations for killing 
lice. Eventually the time to leave drevvf near 
and the rolling equipment had to be painted 
before it could be turned over. This equip- 
ment was taken to Domgermain and turned 
over to the 7th Division. The drivers who 
made the trip suffered from the cold. The 
roads were frozen and icy, the horses were un- 
able to secure a footing and the trip was tedi- 
ous both coming and going. 

By February 1 0th all of our equipment 
which was not needed had been turned over 
and on the next day we loaded our baggage 
and ourselves on trucks and were taken to 
Douillard, where we entrained. Here again 
we met our old friends, the French box cars. 
An average of twenty-four men, a stove, all 
personal baggage and three days' rations were 
crowded into each car. We rode slowly and 
made frequent stops and sidings, which en- 



abled us to see some of the prettiest parts of 
central France. The route was entirely new 
to us, passing through Toul, Gondricourt, 
Wassy, Troyes, Auxerre, Clamecy, Cosne, 
Bourges, Vierzon, Tours, Chateau du Loir and 
detraining at Besse sur Braye, February 1 3. 
We marched without packs to St. Calais where 
the regiment split and we were given Conflans 
for our billeting place. Lieut. Thompson was 
appointed Town Major and suitable quarters 
were assigned to the men. The baggage was 
brought by trucks. St. Calais was used as regi- 
mental headquarters. 

We left Conflans at 8:00 o'clock in the 
morning, March 2, by foot. We joined the 
regiment on the main road to Le Mans and 
marched to Le Briel. Billeted there over- 
night and marched next day to Camp D'Au- 
vours, commonly called the Belgian Camp, be- 
cause it was originally used by the Belgians. 

Here we were billeted in wooden barracks 
with double deck beds. We were given a 
cootie bath and put through numerous inspec- 
tions. The brigade assembled here and many 
fellows saw their old friends in the 328th 
and 330th again. Regimental kitchens, where 
you stood in line in the rain for hours, was a 
novel feature. 

Departure from this camp was made with 
full packs the morning of March 9th. We 
marched through Change and Le Mans and 
entrained at a forv^arding camp near Le Mans. 
The "Y" passed out hot chocolate and cookies 
which served as our dinner. American box 



It was near midnight. The echelon was sleep- 
ing. Suddenly the clear air was broken by the 
screeching of the gas claxon. The sound was 
taken up by the other gas sentries and soon the 
echelon was a hubbub. Men were putting on 
their gas masks in the dark. Several men vrere 
unable to find theirs and went in frantic search 
of the gas Nom-com, Sergt. Erkfitz, whom they 
found in a stable, rolled in his blankets, with 
his mask on. Desperately they asked for masks, 
thinking every minute would be their last. 
"Don't issue masks at night, come around in the 
morning," sleepily drawled Erkfitz. And some- 
one said that a plumber would make a good 
Gas Sergeant because they knew all about gas- 
kets and "sich" like. 



cars, 54 men to a car, was our lot. The en- 
tire regiment and most of the 328th was on 
the train. 

We rode until noon the next day and de- 
trained at Brest. We passed through La Melen, 
La Broze, Domfront, Conlie, Sille le Ouillaume, 
Evron, etc. 

The regiment was given noon mess at Brest 
and then we walked several miles beyond 
Brest to the immense embarkation camp, Pon- 
tanezen. It was uphill all the way and our 
packs contained everything we possessed. The 
night spent on the train was not conducive to 
a hike of this nature. 



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We carried out our record of drawing the 
rear end of the camp again. Tents were our 
lot. The camp was one vast mine of mud. It 
rained almost continually. The second day 
we were issued bunks. The tent leaked and 
firewood was scarce. The stoves v^rere non- 
efficient. The damp sea winds kept the can- 
vas in an endless vibration of "flops." 

The red tape continued to unwind in the 
flow of useless, senseless inspections of equip- 
ment, etc. 

The camp was governed by Marine guards 
and the general routine of work was the most 
efficient that we encountered. The mess was 
beyond improvement. Our whole regiment 
was fed in the course of a half hour. Every- 
thing was snap and vigor. Military rules of 
dress and courtesy were very strict. 

Details were sent out nearly every day to 
do w^ork in the camp and at Brest. Everyone 
was given an opportunity to see Brest in some 
manner. Forty thousand permanent troops 
were stationed at Brest and transient men kept 
the total over the hundred thousand mark. A 
camp paper, the "Duck-Board," 'was issued 
semi-weekly in this camp. 

During our stay we were given a cootie bath 
in an immense delousing plant. The next day 
it burned to the ground. 

Fatigue details were working night and day 
at Brest and Pontanezen. Battery routine con- 
tinued with the usual regularity; the date of 
our sailing was still a mystery; w^ild rumors 
were floating about the camp, the latest seemed 
to be that we would sail on freighters of an 
uncertain variety; the 328th were bragging of 
their departure on the "Leviathan," which was 
to take place in a few^ days. The "Aquatania," 
the "Mauritania" and the "Leviathan" were 
in dock, with numerous smaller boats. We 
finally reached the decision that we would be 
lucky if we got an average boat. Someone 
sprung a new one on us and said that "CD" 
stood for "Continual Disappointments." On 
the whole we were not in the best of spirits 
even though we were at the embarkation camp. 
Sunday, March 23rd, arrived and a large per- 
centage of us were granted passes to Brest. 
This was not a good sign for sudden departure. 
When the men on pass returned Sunday even- 
ing they found their extra blankets and bed 
sacks turned in and an order out that reveille 
would sound at 3:00 o'clock in the morning. 
We arose shortly after 3:00 a. m., Monday, 
and made our packs, cleaned up our tents and 
put our section of the camp in good condition. 
Messed at 5 :00 and were outside with packs 
at 6:1 5. We marched to Brest and stopped at 
the docks long enough for the Red Cross to 
pass out a pair of socks filled with delicacies to 
each man. We then boarded the "Knicker- 
bocker" and were ferried to THE "LEVI- 
ATHAN," which we boarded to the tunes of 
the Navy band. It was just noon. 



We were assigned bunks, sixteen men to 
each bunk; two east and west and four north. 
The bunks were made with pipe framework 
and canvas stretchers. At 4:00 o'clock we 
were given our supper and a real supper it 
was: mashed potatoes and gravy, weenies, 
macaroni, pickled beets and cabbage, coffee 
with sugar, bread and butter and cake. Every- 
thing seasoned well. Washing facilities were 
better than we had ever had on land; large 
vats of scalding water. The food continued 
good, the next day we were served w^ith meat 
and we knew it was not horse meat. We did 
not expect the best of food on the w^ater and 
would have been satisfied with less than we 
had. The contrast with the "Maunganui" was 
so great that it was almost unbelievable. The 
smell of the boat was clean and not sickening 
like our other experience. Being the largest 
boat in the world it was naturally quite a nov- 
elty for us to explore. Two motion picture 
shows of a capacity of more than 1,000 per- 
sons was no trifling affair. The second day 
on board wounded and sick men were brought 
aboard. 

Our regiment was placed in charge of the 
policing and the guard duty on the boat. The 
time passed pleasantly because no one was 
sick and we had plenty of amusements and 
plenty to eat. 

We arrived at New York on April 2nd and 
were met by Governor Sleeper, of Michigan, 
and the Mayor of New York and his party on 
a yacht. They escorted us to Hoboken. We 
were ferried to Long Island and entrained for 
Camp Mills. 

We remained in Camp Mills two weeks. 
The camp was so changed that it was hardly 
recognizable. The tents had given way to 
good barracks. The contrast with our former 
stay was so great that w^e were hilarious. 
Passes were granted to New York, Brooklyn 
and other nearby points for the asking. The 
battery fund was spent for luxuries. The iron 
rule relaxed and the officers became a little 
more congenial. 

We left Camp Mills on April 1 7th in the 
afternoon and reached Custer at 1 I :00 p. m. 
on the 1 8th. The most tedious time of our 
army career was spent between that time and 
April 23rd ■when we were "set free." Oh-h-h, 
what a HAPPY bunch we were. The parting 
of comrades made the end a trifle less boister- 
ous, but the heaviest load ever lifted from men 
on earth was lifted from us w^hen we passed 
out of the entrance of dear old Camp Custer. 
We love it and we like the army. We had a 
wonderful and a broadening experience but 
Americans have no inherent love of things mil- 
itary and Peace welcomed us with open arms. 
We ran to greet Her! 

CORP. ELMER J. HANNA, 

Battery Editor. 



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ATTEDY £ 



During the month of September, 1917, 
when the seemingly victorious Huns were mak- 
ing their attacks on churches, hospitals and 
relief ships, a contingent of two hundred men 
was assembled in Detroit, Michigan, and given 
one of the greatest send-offs ever tendered a 
g^oup of men. "And why all this cheering and 
celebrating?" one asked. Detroit was send- 
ing her first selection of manly youths to the 
colors to join in the fight for Democracy and 
Humanity. From these two hundred men that 
climbed the old hill at Custer through mud and 
with perspiration streaming from their brows, 
sixteen were sifted out and assigned to Bat- 
tery E, 329th Field Artillery. 

Upon their arrival at their new home they 
found Captain James F. Burns in command, 
with Lieutenants Harry G. Sparks, Alexander 
B. Lange, Harney B. Stover, Charles F. Saw- 
yer and O. Z. Ide as his assistants. The first 
night was comfortably spent in army cots filled 
with nicely arranged straw ticks which were 
welcomed after a strenuous day spent in De- 
troit and on the way to Custer. But when the 
bugler sounded reveille in the morning we 
learned the reason a bugler has so few friends 
in the army. The next two weeks were spent 
learning the fundamentals of artillery and pre- 
paring the home for the recruits that were yet 
to follow. 

On September 20th, fifty-two additional re- 
cruits were ushered into the battery to join the 
regulars, as they chose to be termed, and two 
days later these were supplemented by an in- 
crease of fifty-three more. As the battery was 
now assuming a reasonable size, selections were 
made and organization was effected. Out of 
the shuffle came our old "Top Cutter" as the 
First Sergeant is dubbed, Clyde Richard Par- 
ker. Our battery was another League of Na- 
tions, being made up of many men of foreign 
parentage, but we had a common purpose and 
a common understanding was soon reached. 
Lectures on military courtesies and conduct in 
general were delivered by Captain Burns, all 
of which was strange to us. It took but a few 
days to become "regulars" which entitled us 



to make the most fun of the rookie's embarrass- 
ment and many funny things happened. We 
were found saluting the First Sergeant, or ad- 
dressing the Corporal as "Sir." Before we be- 
came acquainted with each other it was sur- 
prising how many rich men's sons had come 
from Detroit. But time wore down the first 
impressions and we began to know each other 
and to realize how much we had in common. 
Just when general training was established as 
the routine of the day, Captain Burns was taken 
from our ranks and assigned to the Rainbow^ 
Division and Captain Carlton L. Wheeler was 
substituted. As the training progressed from 
stage to stage and we grew to know our work 
and to know our officers, we found that we 
had a worthy friend in Captain Wheeler, and 
our experience under his command from those 
early days, through the entire race to the end, 
has justified our regard for him. With him 
also came Lieutenants John B. Gay, Thomas 
Casey and Max L. Gorton, while Lieutenants 
Sawyer and Ide departed for Camp Green, 
S. C. All through the months of October, No- 
vember and December the battery received, 
transferred and discharged men from time to 
time. Our heaviest transfer occurred on the 
29th of October when thirty-six of our men 
were transferred to the 32nd National Guard 
Division, Waco, Texas, which Division, as it 
afterward proved, was one of the first to see 
active service. November 2 1 st gave the non- 
coms an opportunity to display their authority, 
which they surely did, when an additional 
eighty-three men put the Battery E button in 
their collars. Out of this group our popular 
beauty-shop bugler, Anthony Schultz, made 
his appearance. With the assistance of his 
looking glass Anthony made his way to pres- 
tige as the pride of the battery. This mirror 
they said was always with him. But we had 
not even now become set in our organization 
and once more a wholesale transfer took 
twenty-five of our pals for the 32nd National 
Guard to join those who had left us a month 
before. With these men went out never-to-be- 
forgotten Peter Parcienski, who kept the bat- 



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tery in excitement with his "Me Seek" slogan 
and Club Cigar smile. All the while the old 
sandy field along Harmonia Road was the 
scene of Squads East and West, Right Face, 
Double Time and a thousand Greek commands 
to us rookies. Lieut. Casey insisted on saying 
"laft" instead of "left," until one day one of 
the rawest of recruits reminded him of the cor- 
rect pronunciation. No matter how hard the 
sun shone, or how hard the rain poured, we 
were there to drill all day and by the appe- 
tites we displayed one would think we drilled 
at night too. 

On the morning of December 12th Lieu- 
tenants E. Bishop, John T. Rawlings, Morris 
Scott, Peter Adams, Bert N. Sorensen, New- 
ton L. Yarnell and Harry C. Schloot were 
transferred from a southern camp and attached 
to the battery for duty. With this fine array 



of officers, which now numbered fourteen, one 
could not go outside without breaking his arm 
by saluting. 

On December 1 4th a detail was sent out 
under sealed orders and when they returned 
they brought with them eighty-six ponies as a 
gift to the battery, with instructions from the 
donor that they should be well taken care of. 
From that day our troubles started. Some of 
the men contended they joined the army to 
fight and not to learn the livery business, but 
no matter how good a civilian taxpayer you 
were before entering the service, you were 
there to "stand to heel." Many a time we 
wished we were in No-Man' s-Land, far aw^ay 
from these four footed, high strung, kicking 
beasts. At the command of stand to heel one 
would have to stand at attention one yard in 
the rear of the horse. if said horse made a 




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pass at you and you knew this pass was going 
to take effect, attention was your position. At 
the command of "commence grooming!" an 
echo could be heard floating throughout the 
stables, "Whoa, Mabel," "Nice boy," "Get 
over you ? ? ? ?" and many other familiar army 
phrases. We all soon conquered the art of 
caring for horses so the next step was riding. 
First bareback, then with a blanket and then 
with the welcome saddle. It only took sev- 
eral weeks until the horses were considered 
members of the family and had their friends 
with all of us. 

January 23rd found seventy-eight more 
horses added to our stables, from which lot we 
derived No. 155, as crazy a horse as was ever 
"well groomed" between the forelegs. 

The months of January, February, March 
and April were busy months for us, keeping 
the horses in condition, going to the coal pile, 
digging in the gravel pits, shoveling snow, 
doing K. P. duty and many other army essen- 
tials. Many a cold day did Custer witness, but 
the barracks were always warm and homelike. 
Then we had the city of Battle Creek just two 
miles south of us in which to spend our even- 



We regret that Capl. Carlton Wheeler's pic- 
ture was never receiyed. 



ings and pass off our troubles. When the old 
85th left Custer, Battle Creek sent her best 
wishes with us and many a sad parting took 
place. 

On May 1 0th, Lieutenants Rawlings, 
Schloot, Yarnell, Adams and Sorensen were 
transferred to Camp Jackson, thus confirming 
the rumors that we were about ready to sail 
for France. June 29th the battery received 
eighty recruits on a hurry-up order. They 
were fitted up quickly and put into condition 
for the trip across. July 1 2 th saw the horses 
turned back to the remount station and the 
issuing of all necessary overseas equipment, 
which facts kept the battery in excitement until 
the final day came for our departure from Cus- 
ter, July 16th. 

The second battalion was assembled at 1 :00 
p. m. and marched down the never-forgotten 
Custer road to the train at the far end of the 
camp, from where we bade farewell to the 
best camp we have ever occupied. The train 
took us through Detroit, Windsor, etc., and 
finally landed us in Hoboken, N. J., from 
where we took a boat to Long Island, N. Y. 
After spending several anxious hours in Long 
island we boarded a train, an 1820 model, 
express, and arrived in Garden City late that 
evening. From here we marched to Camp 
Mills with full packs. This march is one of 
many which never will be forgotten, as the 
streets were oily and muddy. To add to our 



discomfort our slickers were worn, thus allow- 
ing no free walking motion with our packs. 
We arrived at Mills about midnight and were 
immediately assigned to quarters. Some fifty 
fellows slept in a two by four cook shanty, 
which at that time felt mighty good. The next 
day the battery was assigned its portion of 
tents and the necessary overseas requirements 
were started, including physical inspections, 
clothing settlements and drills. During the 
afternoons passes were issued and the entire 
battery took advantage and visited New York 
City, the famous Coney Island and other 
places of amusement. The bath houses were 
also a very essential necessity in Camp Mills, 
as black dirt storms visited us every day. 
When the time arrived for our departure we 
were happy, as living in tents filled with black 
dirt, with the hot sun beating down upon them, 
did not quite strike our fancy. 

On July 3 1 St we marched to the train and 
departed for Long Island once again. At 
Long Island a ferry boat welcomed us and 
finally landed us beside the good old ship 
"Maunganui" in Hoboken. The remainder of 
the day and night was spent in looking over 
our submarine fighter, which was pronounced 
safe to make the trip. 

August 1st, 9:00 a. m., the "Maunganui" 
cleared the dock and headed for the deep blue 
sea, midst laughter, singing and cheers. The 
first two days out were days of agony for most 
of us, in fact the sea sickness started several 
hours after we had left port. All was quiet 
during these days, one being only too glad to 
be in his hammock and sleep if sleep were pos- 
sible. About the third day out things changed 
for the better and once again the men were 
singing and going about the boat in a merry 
mood. Our escort, composed of some sixteen 
vessels, was a picturesque sight on the water 
and the group of ships could defy any number 
of submarines. Sunday morning, August 1 1th, 
the tune of "Star Spangled Banner" came 
floating out to us from the Liverpool docks. It 




First Iiieut. Richard E. Bishop 



— 129 



was played by a British band while our boat 
docked and we again set foot on land. The 
battery marched through the streets of Liver- 
pool to the station, where we vs^ere fed by the 
Red Cross before our trip across England. 

All the day was spent crossing England and 
this country afforded us beautiful scenery, 
until late in the evening, when we arrived at 
Southampton, where we put up for the night 
at a rest camp several miles from the town. 
We were advised this camp was so situated in 
order that the soldiers could wash up and get 
a good rest before departing for France, but 
the next day at noon found us hiking for the 
docks, where we again embarked, this time for 
France, on the Harvard. The night was spent 
crossing the channel. We landed at Le Havre 
early the next morning, from where we took a 
train to "Somewhere in France." It was at 
Le Havre we first got a real look at the actual 
results of the war, a large base hospital. The 
remainder of the day and part of the next were 
spent in 2x4 box cars traveling through 




First I^ieut. Harry G. Sparks 

France. The trip was enjoyed as far as the 
scenery was concerned. It was in these cars 
that the occupants were compelled to sleep in 
reliefs. The 1 8th found us happy and con- 
tented in billets in Messac, which place will 
never be forgotten for its hospitality. It was 
here we could run down to the river and enjoy 
daily baths and weekly clothing wash-ups. All 
the boys took advantage of these conveniences 
and within several days we were all enjoying 
a more homelike appearance once again. Here 
the cider and vin rouge were purchased freely 
and many a fellow will recall with regret the 
flowing drink. Mixed with our long evening 
pleasures, the days were spent drilling, attend- 
ing helpful lectures and going to schools. 

August 25 th we packed our belongings and 
hiked for Camp Coetquidan, arriving there the 
following day. This surely was a long, tire- 
some hike, considering the fact we marched 
with packs on our backs. On this march the 
fellows began having fun with the inhabitants 
owing to their improvements in the French 
language. It was about noon when we entered 



the much noted American Training Camp 
called Coetquidan. The first faces to greet us 
were Lieutenants Sparks and Gorton, Privates 
Findley and Philo, who had gone as an ad- 
vanced party and it is needless to mention that 
these faces surely made us feel at home. Sev- 
eral days were spent cleaning the barracks and 
surroundings and putting our new home into a 
livable condition, after which time we started 
on our final training for the front. 

September 6th the battery lost Lieutenant 
Gorton to Headquarters Company and gained 
Lieutenant Roy W. Wilson. September 1 7th 
we received our allotment of horses, which 
were turned over to Lieutenant Wilson for 
care, and to look at them one would think they 
needed feed worse. It only took a week or so 
until they were Americanized and pronounced 
fit for front line duty, which duty they later 
performed satisfactorily. October 1 st the bat- 
tery received its first chance to fire the French 
75s. It did not take the men long to learn the 
knack of handling them. 

Fourteen men were transferred to us on 
October 16 from the 310th Ammunition 
Train, which organization had disbanded. On 
the 1 8th we lost our best Irish friend to the 
hospital, Stable Sergeant Burl J. Kelly, a real 
battery jewel. With Kelly went the entire bat- 
tery's w^ishes for a speedy recovery, which 
later did come. 

At this time the battery w^as taking their 
regular road marches, necessary drilling and 
practice firing, when weather permitted. We 
saw nothing but rain and damp days, which 
caused many "flu" cases and sent many to the 
hospital. Of the fellows sent to the hospital, 
all recovered with the exception of Privates 
Varner M. Cravens and Frank Neuhauser, who 
succumbed from pneumonia. 

The battery received its orders to move for 
the front on October 23 and about noon we 
moved out on our way to Guer. From there 
we loaded on our train and departed for an 
unknown place. Traveling this time was some- 
what better, as only ten men occupied the 2x4 
box cars. It is to be noted that the train was 
an up to date one owing to the telephone con- 
nections thereon, which were installed by the 
telephone gang before pulling out. October 
25 th we detrained at Humberville and 
marched about two miles to our barracks in a 
valley. Here we made ourselves at home for 
the next week by cleaning up in general and 
getting ready for the next move, which came 
on October 30th. We left Humberville about 
noon and detrained at Rimaucourt the follow- 
ing day, from where we marched to Toul and 
billeted for the night, a very cold one. After 
the horses were cared for and hot coffee 
served, the men were told to get their blankets 
and get under cover. Most of the men had 
blankets and were under cover in a few min- 
utes, but some were without cover. Here we 
saw the American cemetery just outside of 



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Toul, which brought us to our senses once 
again. 

From Toul we marched to Lagney, arriving 
there about 6:00 p. m., October 31st. Here 
we found good billets and the evening was 
spent in sound sleeping, a pleasure to get at 
this time. The next day, November 1st, we 
marched to the Woods of Bois Fliery, where we 
put up for the night and early in the morning 
pulled into the woods proper and laid under 
cover, as we were near the front and could 
hear the big guns singing their direful tunes. 

About 4:00 p. m. the battery was divided 




Iilent. Morris Scott 

into two parts; the Firing Battery, including the 
gun crews and part of the B. C. section, and 
the other, the remainder of the battery, known 
as the echelon or relief. When all were as- 
signed their proper duties the battery moved 
on its way to the front. About 10:00 p. m. 
the part of the battery designated for the 
echelon left us in the woods west of Nonsard 
to take up their duties and the remainder kept 
on traveling towards their position. About 
midnight we arrived at Beney, an old shot-up 
village which was once in the hands of the 
Germans, where we took up our position and 
immediately started to get our guns under 
cover and everything ready for the following 
day. It surely was a busy night for us, as 
nothing could be left undone. When day 
broke everything was in order and we were all 
told to keep under cover and rest. Some could 
sleep and some couldn't, owing to the guns 
sending their compliments over to Fritz. The 
next few days were spent adjusting our fire 
and listening to Sam and Fritz with their bat- 
tles. On the 5 th the battery moved from its 
position at Beney to the woods southwest of 
Benoit on the banks of a beautiful lake in the 
woods. On our march to this place we were 
fired upon for the first time. If Fritz had 
loaded his guns with good shells instead of 
duds the writer might have had a different or 
no story at all to write, as 60 per cent of the 
shells sent over to us were "M. P. finish." 
The following day we received orders to move 



back into our former position at Beney, which 
move was made in the evening under fire and 
above plenty of mud. Once more we made 
our position at Beney a comfortable living 
place and the following day began sending our 
calling cards over to Fritz by the hundreds. 
On the late afternoon of the 9th Fritz located 
us and immediately started shelling us. Again 
late in the evening Fritz gave us some more, 
but this time his aiming was short and again we 
emerged all O. K. Of course while the Ger- 
mans were sending us shells we sent back ours, 
which, from the observers' standpoint took ef- 
fect. The morning of the 1 1 th found the 
whole front booming until 10:39 a. m., when 
the order came to cease firing. The remainder 
of the day and the following day were spent 
visiting the front line on both sides. 

November 1 3th found the battery, together 
with the remainder of the regiment, moving 
out of position and on their way to Pont-A- 
Mousson, at which place w^e arrived the same 
day. Here we were billeted in large comfort- 
able buildings, heated with fireplaces and pos- 
sessing all the home comforts. As this was to 
be our home indefinitely we all worked to 
make it the best ever and in less than a week's 
time all the rooms, which contained eight or 
ten men, were like civilian homes. Here we 




Xdent. Boy W. Wilson 

performed necessary drilling, including gun 
drill, foot drill and other essentials of Army 
life. 

February 1st, 1919, during the shuffle of 
our daily duties our worthy Captain, Carlton 
L. Wheeler, was transferred to the 1st Divi- 
sion. As Captain Wheeler raised, trained and 
led the battery all through its career, all the 
men mourned the loss of him, but with him 



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went the best wishes of all. Lieutenant Bishop 
was then put in command, which move was 
welcomed by every member of the outfit. 
Another hard blow struck us February 23rd, 
when Lieutenant Scott was transferred to the 
328th F. A. Scott surely was every man's 
friend and all the boys would risk their lives 
for Jim, but this did not keep him with us, so 
all we could do was send our wishes with him. 
Lieutenant William B. Waterman of Head- 
quarters Company was transferred to E Bat- 
tery to fill the vacancy left by Lieutenant Scott. 
February 1 I th we all packed our belongings 
and hiked to Douillard, about two miles from 




"E" Battery Position at the Front 

Pont-A-Mousson, and entrained for the coast, 
which trip was anticipated for months. Here 
we were welcomed by our never-forgotten 
French 2x4 box cars, 28 men to the car. After 
hay and stoves were put in each car, also the 
28 men and provisions, we started across 
France once again. The trip was cold and 
slow. We traveled about twenty-five miles a 
day. Nights were spent sleeping in reliefs, 
one-half sleeping and the other half fighting 
the war around the grand stove. The scenery 
was beautiful, as we passed through the more 
beautiful part of France. Near Tours we re- 
ceived a caller in the person of Sergeant Wini- 
fred Thibeadeu, a former member of the old 
battery. Thibeadeu is now doing detective 
work throughout France and was transferred 
from the battery in the early days at Custer. 
It surely was a surprise, as he was reported 
officially killed in action. 

February 1 3th we detrained at Montau- 
bleau. A three-mile hike found us in Valennes, 
where we made our home before starting on 
our trip to the boat. Valennes is a small vil- 
lage near St. Calais with a population of about 
800 good old French people. As we entered 
the town all the school children and people of 
the village assembled in the square and greeted 
us as friends, this being their first glimpse of 
American soldiers. We took one look at the 
village and it was so clean and up-to-date that 
we all immediately got busy and cleaned up 
from head to foot in order to keep in harmony 
with the village. Afterwards we were assigned 



our billets and homelike beds, all grouped 
around the square, where everything takes 
place. Here the little French refugees would 
gather after school and play with the men, 
which brought back old U. S. memories. It 
was here we got a real taste of home life. The 
people surely took us in and would prepare us 
chicken, French fried, steaks and all the things 
that tasted like home for a reasonable price. 
Most everyone took advantage of this oppor- 
tunity and within a week the supply sergeant 
was besieged with requests for larger trousers. 
One could also enjoy billiards and pool, there 
being three tables in the town. 

February 2 7th, Lieutenant Max L. Gorton 
again joined the battery from Headquarters 
Company, which transfer was received with 
joy by all of us, as one could not find a better 
friend than he. In the midst of our happiness. 
Lieutenant Wilson departed for the 329th Ma- 
chine Gun Battalion. During his stay w^ith us 
he made many good, true friends. 

Just as we were about to depart from 
Valennes, our old friend Corporal George C. 
Channing rejoined us in the form of a 3rd 
Lieutenant. George finished his course at 
Saumur with flying colors, and as the war was 
over when he finished his course, he was only 
too glad to get back. George is a fellow that 
comes up smiling no matter how dark and 
dreary the day may be, and he surely was wel- 
comed back with the broad smile, also his de- 
cootied outfit, which was filled with a million 
creases. Now we can appreciate what George 
told us regarding the "Mills." Many a good 
laugh and conversation was afforded by 
George. Corporal Carl L. Hesse, a 3rd Lieu- 
tenant, also rejoined us about this time — 
a good happening for the battery, as no better 
friend could be had than Carl. By reports he 
surely must have traveled over France several 




Battery "E's" Oijaeiviitiou Post 



— 132 



times before finding us. No wonder, he trav- 
eled on trains and we on foot. 

March 2nd we bade the good people of 
Valennes farewell and again hiked for "Some- 
where"' nearer the coast. After one of the 
hardest marches ever pulled off by the 329th 




Battery "E'a" Cooks 

we pulled into La Briel for the night. After 
all had their supper and a salt water foot bath, 
our beds welcomed us for a good night's rest 
on hard wooden floors. Early the next morn- 
ing packs were once more thrown on trucks 
and we were marching over the muddy roads 
of France. It was noon when we pulled into 
Camp D'Auvours, at which place we were all 
assigned barracks. This is a Belgian camp lo- 
cated about ten kilos from La Mans. We were 
de-cootied and given baths the following day, 
also several inspections. Here is where the 
regiment ate at one time, w^hich mess was wel- 
comed by all after corn willie, etc., were our 
guests on the marches. 

Sunday, as usual, March 9th, we departed 
from Camp D'Auvours for a short march to 
the train. To our surprise at the end of the 
march we were introduced to good old Ameri- 
can box cars which took us to Brest. At the 
sight of the American train you could hear 
nothing but cheers and see nothing but smiles. 
Fifty-three men were assigned to a car, which 
crowded us a little, but with fifty-three in 
these cars, one had more room than forty in 
the French cars, also good comfortable riding. 
The following day we detrained at Brest and 
needless to say how real the ocean looked to 
us fellows. After a good meal we were 
marched to Camp Pontanezen, where we were 
given tents with real floors and stoves in them. 
Here we received our final examinations for 
the trip home. All will remember the details 
that were handed out. Instead of asking for 
twenty or thirty men they took practically the 
entire battery for fatigue, nights and days. No 
matter how hard you worked, you always 
could fill up on good eats, as all the kitchens 
had the "Bou Coup" seconds sign printed on 
them, and it did not take us long to get wise. 
Passes were issued in this camp and all could 
take a trip down to Brest and see the sights 
and pretty French girls in all their glory. Ser- 
geant Burl J. Kelly and Thomas D. Russell re- 



joined the battery during our stay here. March 
24th we were on our way once again, down 
the final stretch for home. About noon found 
us on the great old ship Leviathan, formerly 
the German ship "Vaterland." As we did not 
leave port for several days we were allowed to 
explore the ship as much as we could without 
getting lost. We never dreamed they could 
build such a floating palace. Two days later 
the ship was filled to capacity, 15,000, and 
headed out to sea midst the cheers of her pas- 
sengers. 

The trip over was a calm, interesting trip 
for all of us. One could enjoy himself no 
matter where he went as the weather was 
clear and warm and the sea quiet. The feed 
was above reproach and some of the fellows 
who never got enough to eat surely had their 
chance to fill up. Pie, apples and all sorts of 
fancies were in order. April 2nd we were 
greeted in New York harbor by the "Mayor's 
welcome committee ship" and at I 1 :00 a. m. 
we were docked and once more cherished the 
privilege of stepping on American soil. Ah I 
it was a great moment for all of us. All our 
American thoughts just flashed and bubbled 




Battery "£'■" Billets at Font-a-Monsson 

out of us. The Salvation Army, Red Cross 
and other societies met us and distributed pie, 
cake, etc., which sure tasted fine. After a 
brief stay at the dock we loaded on a ferry 
and started down the river to the railroad 
station where we debarked and entrained for 
Camp Mills. To our surprise we found Mills 
all built up with green-colored barracks in- 



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stead of the former dusty tents. On the whole 
the camp changed 1 00 per cent and is now 
a camp which can be boasted of by the Gov- 
ernment. The same evening we were run 
through the de-cootie plant once again, but 




this time to our surprise we came out all 
steamed up, making work for the tailors. Most 
of us turned in our steamed clothing for new 
things. Passes were again issued to the big 
city. New York, and we all took advantage 
of seeing the place once again. 

April 1 7th dawned and we marched to the 
train which took us to Camp Custer, the best 
camp on earth. Upon arriving at the tracks 
we were welcomed by honest-to-tre Pullman 
cars which were to take us to Custer. The trip 
was fine. We were cheered all along the way 
by our friends, the Canadians, and upon arriv- 
ing in the Detroit station, many a sweet meet- 
ing took place. After refreshments were 
served we were again on our way to Custer, 
arriving there about midnight the 1 8th. Bar- 
racks were assigned and all made themselves 
at home once again. After that, the little 
white paper — and freedom. 

SGT. RAY W. FOX, 

Battery Editor. 



Almost WitKotit Smokes 

The first, last and only time we came peril- 
ously near the edge on tobacco was early in 
the game. We had moved rapidly with few 
stops and those of only one night's duration 
since we left Camp Mills. By the time we 
reached Messac the old tobacco pouch looked 
mighty thin, and with no chance in that for- 
saken place to replenish, 

A week and it was all gone. Two days 
without and the chaplain came to the rescue. 
He drove sixty kilometers with his motorcycle 
on the hottest day we saw in France, and came 
back with smokes in abundance. 

This volume would not hold an account of 
the praise he got. 

* * * 

THe DovtgKboys and tHe 
Rest of Us 

Back in the United States millions upon mil- 
lions of men were working twenty-four hours 
out of the day. The machinery of thousands 
upon thousands of factories hummed in never- 
ceasing unison. Millions upon millions of dol- 
lars were loaned by the people and spent by 
the government. Thousands upon thousands 
of ships with men and provisions crossed the 
sea. 

In Europe hundreds of trains moved daily 
from seaports to the front. Thousands upon 
thousands of motor trucks plowed their way 
through muck and mire with food and ammu- 
nition. Hundreds of thousands of men and 
cannon worked day and night back of the 
trenches. Millions of dollars' worth of shells 
were daily thrown toward Germany. And all 
for what? We found out on the day of the 
armistice. Rushing up to the front lines we 
found a thin line of tired, hungry, smiling 
doughboys. These were the fellows we were 
all backing up. 



When asked what the national air of the 
United States was, a little French girl promptly 
answered; "Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here." 




Beuey 
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Although the 5th of September was the 
date on which the initial five per cent of se- 
lected men were sent to training camps. Bat- 
tery F did not receive her quota until the 
following day when the 1 2th District of De- 
troit sent to Camp Custer the following men: 
F. Ramsey, 1. Balmas, V. Temerowsky, C. 
Skuterki, Lynn RennyTc, F. Ward, A. E. Car- 
ney, J. L. McGrath, F. G. Beardsley, and C. 
F. Runaberg. The next day six men arrived 
from the 1 3th Detroit Board, Roy J. Alaric, 
Andrew Rugila, J. Stoinawasky, Robert L. 
Fleming, Henry Sigg, and L. T. Rademaker. 
These men filled the required schedule of 
sixteen men to each battery. 

The entire regiment was quartered in build- 
ing 399. Major Lothrop, then a Captain, was 
in command, and Lieut. Carnahan was acting 
First Sergeant. 

A schedule had been arranged and given to 
each draft board district in Detroit, showing 
the dates and number of men that each district 
should send to camp. This schedule became 
effective on the 5 th of September, the date 
that the National Army was really started. The 
Light Guard Armory was designated as the 
central assembling place for all the drafted 
men of Detroit that were entering the service 
on the three days of September 5, 6 and 7. 
After the draft board official of each district 
had checked up his men and finished tagging 
them, like a herd of cattle, he gave each man 
a railroad ticket. The men were then marched 
in a body to Al Smith's restaurant on Cadillac 
Square to partake of their last meal in civilian 
life for many a day. At the restaurant, every- 
thing w^as free and each man had his choice 
of anything from soup to nuts. The inner man 
was satisfied after a short time and the men 
were again taken back to the Armory until 
1 2 o'clock. A few minutes later the men were 
lined up in a column of twos and, led by a 
band, marched out of the Armory and started 
on the trip to camp by parading up Jefferson 
Avenue, to Woodward, then north on Wood- 
ward to Elizabeth Street. At this point street 
cars awaited to take the men to the Michigan 
Central station. Amid much cheering and ap- 
plause the selects alighted from the cars and 



ATTEDY p 



walked to a train waiting on the side track. 
At 12:15 the engineer sounded a warning and 
just a minute later we were in motion. 

While en route to Camp Custer a draft official 
on board the train distributed a box lunch, 
cigarettes, smoking tobacco and a Missouri 
meerschaum to every selected man on the 
train. A stop was made at Jackson for the 
purpose of picking up a small number of 
drafted men from that city and outlying vicin- 
ity. The trip via train ■was finally ended at 
a dirt road leading into the camp about half 
a mile away. The order, "Everybody out," 
was given and upon alighting the men were 
met by a group of soldiers and officers, who 
escorted them along the dirt road over the hill 
and into the receiving station, commonly called 
the "bull pen." 

The receiving station w^as divided into stalls, 
each draft board having a stall. As the men 
approached this station, they merely separated 
so that all men from each district would be to- 
gether. The next move was to take the men 
to the stall corresponding to the number of 
their draft board. A short while after the 
men were herded into the pens an officer ar- 
rived and commenced to read a list of occu- 
pations off a paper. If someone raised a hand 
on hearing his occupation mentioned, the of- 
ficer would question the man in regard to his 
experience. If the officer was satisfied with 
the answers the man's name would be taken. 
After completing this list and making a few 
more inquiries, those men who qualified were 
told to follow the officer. He was securing 
men for the Engineers. 

Soon another officer entered the pen. This 
time it was an Artillery officer. It happened 
to be Lieutenant Curtiss of Battery B, 329th 
Field Artillery. 

He questioned the remaining men in quite 
the same manner as the first officer but ■with 
a different list of occupations. In this way he 
secured enough men satisfactory for the Artil- 
lery. While he was leading the chosen men 
away from the pen to an assignment desk, he 
was asked whether he knew what branch of 
the service these men were about to enter. 
He answered, "Battery F, and your Captain 



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is a prince of a man named Cabeen." The 
men waited a few minutes for their assignment 
slips and were then escorted by the Lieutenant 
to Building 399, about fifteen minutes' walk 
from receiving station. 

On arriving there the men were told to wait 
till their name was called and as each name 
was called that man released his assignment 
paper and in return was issued a bed sack, 
towel, soap, blankets. The men were then 
conducted to the upper squad rooms and as- 
signed to bunks. Very soon after getting the 
bed ticks filled with straw the supper call blew 
and everyone rushed "double quick " down- 




Capt. Wayland Cabeen 

stairs and lined up in double rank. The acting 
Top Sergeant gave orders to file into the mess 
hall and when everyone reached his place at 
table, commanded "Seats." Then the fight 
for something to eat began. The men at the 
extreme ends of the tables were usually lucky, 
or most of the food was placed there by the 
waiters before the men entered the mess hall. 
The men in the center were as a rule S. O. L., 
until those on the ends had their fill. As sup- 
per was the last formation of the day, the time 
from then on until "Taps" belonged to the men 
to do with as they pleased. Some stayed in 
the barracks writing letters by candlelight, 
others wandered outdoors, locating friends, 
getting acquainted with the surroundings, and 
quite a number hunted up the Y. M. C. A. to 
write letters home, play checkers, read maga- 
zines or listen to the phonograph. 

Walking around in the dark was no pleasure 
at that time. There were: no electric lights to 
g^de one's footsteps and one had to be ex- 
tremely careful for fear of stepping into 



ditches, tripping over boards and numerous 
other obstacles. Finding the right barracks in 
the inky darkness w^as a difficult task, too, for 
all the buildings looked alike the first night. 
And to make sure that the right barrack was 
reached, one had to inquire the number from 
some one inside the building. 

As bedtime approached the men gradually 
returned to their bunks and hit the hay for 
some badly needed rest. When the bugle 
sounded reveille in the morning a good many 
of the boys complained of not having suf- 
ficient sleep. Now that they were in the army 
they could not turn over and have a few more 
winks as they were wont to do in civilian life, 
but had to jump up and dress quickly in order 
to be in line outdoors when "Fall in" was 
given. The half hour between reveille and 
breakfast was devoted to making up of bunks, 
sweeping and washing. At first water was very 
scarce, as only part of the building had water 
pipes on the outside and if one intended to 
wash up before mess he had to get there before 
the rush. 

At 8:00 a. m. the whistle sounded for the 
first drill and it was at this formation that the 
men had their first opportunity to see their 
officers w^ho would train and afterwards lead 
them into battle in France. "F" Battery was 
under the command of Captain Wayland H. 
Cabeen, who was assisted by Lieutenants Kauf- 
man, Brennan, Head, Coryell and Gorton. 
Sergeant Andrews held the position of Top 



Return of tHe Soldier 

The last flash * * * j,„j ^he hideous strife 

Dies like the wisp of storm-discovered flame; 
And so these battered heroes will come back 

The same, yet not the same. 
Thev who have landed wards in No Man's Land 

Will never be the old and abject crowd. 
They will not grovel and they will not stand 

What used to keep them cowed. 

They will be dumb no longer, they will speak 
In tones they learned beneath a blood-red sun, 

A conitant menace to the co^vardly meek 
And to all wars to come. 

Strengthened to fight what all the world abhors, 

Hypocrisy and squalor and disease. 
They wrill attain, even through wars on Mrars, 

What they bad lost in peace. 

— Literary Digest. 



Sergeant. With only sixteen men in the bat- 
tery and six officers to drill and instruct the 
handful of men, they were thoroughly school- 
ed, individually and collectively. The drilling 
continued for about ten days and then prep- 
arations had to be made for the comfort of 
the men who arrived September 19th, 20th 
and 7, 1 st. Shortly before their arrival F Bat- 
tery had been assigned to Building 449 and 
drew cots, straw ticks and other supplies in 
preparation for their comfort. A large per- 



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centage of these recruits were foreigners. 
Plenty of tongue-twisting names such as Krz- 
yaniak, Pryjma, Skzyp, Cimkiewicz, Zcelinski. 
Although many of these men could not speak 
or understand English, they afterwards be- 
came very good soldiers. The day after they 
arrived they were divided into sections of six- 
teen men each and the older men were placed 
in charge as acting sergeants and corporals. 
These acting non-coms had the task of giving 
the recruits preliminary training. 

On October 1st the commanding officer ap- 
pointed the first non-coms of the battery. The 
sergeants were as follows: Andrews, First 
Sergeant; Rugila, Runchey, Carney, Rade- 
macher. Ward, with Sigg as Mess Sergeant and 
McGrath as Supply Sergeant. About this time 
Lieutenant Gorton w^as transferred from Bat- 
tery F to Battery E. Up to October the drill- 
ing had been close-order foot drill but now, 
as no real material was available, boxes and 
boards were used as guns and caissons and 
the men received instructions in standing gun 
drill. In the early part of November the regi- 
ment moved to the Artille-^y section of the 
camp. F was assigned to Barracks 1310. al- 
though the building was not quite complete. 
Electric lights and water systems were installed 
less than a week afterward, but the power and 
boiler house was not completed for a month, 
so small sheet iron stoves were installed for 
heating. 

In November the division was called upon 
to send men to Texas to fill up the 32nd Na- 
tional Guard Division and F's share was a half 
dozen men. Sergeant Ward was transferred 
to the 3 I 0th Trench Mortar Battery. About 
the 1 0th of November applications to attend 
a Coast Artillery specialists' school at Fortress 
Monroe, Ga., were received, and on Novem- 
ber I 8th Sergeant Rademacher, Corporals Al- 
erie and Statekuh and Private Horgan v*rere 
sent to attend this school. When they arrived 
at Fortress Monroe they found that the school 
had enrolled all that could be taken care of, 
therefore these men were sent back to Custer. 
Nevertheless they saw a bit of the country, 
especially Washington, D. C, and had a week's 
vacation from drills. 

The third induction of drafted men arrived 
in camp the 1 0th and, unlike the recruits of 
September 19th and 20th, were all native born 
sons, their favorite hangout in Detroit being 
in the vicinity of the Western Market, partic- 
ularly Sam Costelos' butcher shop. A day or 
two before Thanksgiving, the Captain received 
an order to transfer thirty-two privates to the 
Aviation section of the Signal Corps at Van- 
couver, Washington. He selected thirty-two 
foreigners and sent them to the spruce indus- 
try. The older men were given 42-hour passes 
to enable them to spend Thanksgiving Day in 
their homes. Those who remained in camp 
had as good a Thanksgiving meal and more 
fun than those who received passes. The mess 
hall was decorated with corn stalks and other 



appropriate Thanksgiving trimmings. The 
meal was a monstrous affair with plenty of 
everything for everyone. Immediately after 
the boys started dancing and singing and con- 
tinued until tattoo sounded. During the after- 
noon particularly, the entire battery gathered 
out of doors and marched in lock-step fashion 
to the "Y" and onto the stage, much to the sur- 
prise of the people and "Y" secretaries. While 
on the stage the gang sang a song or two and 
left as unexpectedly as they had entered. From 
there the gang visited different barracks, wak- 
ing everyone they found sleeping. In one bat- 
tery one sleeping glutton resented the quick 
awakening and for revenge threw a pail of 
water on some of the boys as they filed out. 
On returning to their own barracks the gang 




liieut. Dale W. Kaufman 



found a few sleeping and immediately dumped 
them out of bed, at the same time remarking 
that nights were made for sleeping, not day- 
time when the gang is feeling happy. The 
principal fun makers on this day were Jack 
Hillger, Fat Callahan (our noble cook). Shorty 
Logan, Frank Wilde, Harold Hatfield, Sam 
Costello and Geo. (Blue Valley) Stopper. 
Several pictures were taken during the after- 
noon but all turned out failures. The pictures 
that Calahan and Hillger had taken came out 
fine but not for publication. A light lunch 
was served at 8:00 p. m. but only a few par- 
took of it. By 9:30 everyone was peacefully 
slumbering and a good many at work sawing 
wood in their sleep. 

Next morning was the same old grind — foot 
drill and "cannoneers' post." Real honest to 
goodness guns and caissons to the number of 
two had been received by the regiment, so 
each battery took turns using them. 

On December 1 st the 1 60th Artillery Bri- 
gade, comprising the 328th, 329th and 330th 
Artillery regiments, instituted a School of Fire 
and continued it until February 28th. Instruc- 
tion in practical artillery work was given in 
a course covering one month. The following 
non-coms from F attended this brigade school: 



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138 



Sergeants A. Rugila, A. E. Carney, W. P. 
Casson, L. J. Rademacher, F. G. Ruhl and 
Corporal J. McBride. At the end of February 
the school was divided into regimental schools 
of fire. 

It was a very cold day during the middle of 
December that our horses arrived. F was al- 
loted eighty of these horses, a great many of 
which were practically wild. The wildest ones 
were separated and placed in a corner of the 
•tables. Even with the wildest horses sepa- 
rated, it was still a matter of taking one's life 
in one's hands to enter the stalls and untie or 
groom the horses. Most of the boys drafted 
from Detroit had never worked around horses 
before and the job of jumping right in and 
>vorking around these animals which struck, 
kicked or bit at almost any moment or at the 
slightest noise or touch was far from enticing. 
The men had all received instructions on how 
to enter a stall and as a general rule everyone 
followed instructions, but even with the pre- 
liminary ^vord or two that v^rere said on enter- 
ing, many of the men came out faster than they 
went in and in many cases limping around and 
rubbing the spot where the horse's hoofs 
struck. Of course it may have been that the 
horses wished to shake hands and become ac- 
quainted but they were too rough. In the 
first place the men didn't care to shake their 
hands. Their only interest in the horses was 
that they might ride them some day and save 
a good many footsteps and probably haul the 
guns into the firing line. With the coming of 
the horses foot drill was almost eliminated and 
all spare time was spent caring for them. It 
also meant the breaking up of our Wednesday, 
Saturday and Sunday holidays. Some of the 
men were wise enough to place their requests 
for passes on these afternoons with the main 
purpose of getting out of the disagreeable job 
of caring for the horses and this, of course, 
shifted the work on to those who remained in 
the barracks. In January the battery was 
equipped to full horse strength but the person- 



Colored boy, pulling lanyard on a 155-nim.: 
"Blouey! Now count yo' army, Kaiser Bill." 



nel was diminished to approximately seventy- 
five men by frequent transferring of men to 
other outfits. This number in itself was far 
from being enough to care for 1 64 horses that 
must be fed, groomed and watered daily, but 
not half of the men were available for this 
duty. When the men on guard, kitchen police, 
stable police, sick in quarters, special details or 
at school were taken into consideration, only 
a bare twenty or so were left for duty. This 
handful of men worked like slaves trying their 
best to do the work required. You w^ill recall 
that December, January and February, 1918, 
were months of very severe winter weather. It 
was too cold to do any drilling but the horses 



had to have some exercise to prevent them 
from becoming lame from lack of it. 

It was at this trying time that Captain Ca- 
been was placed on detached service to attend 
a course at Fort Sill, and we were without his 
guiding and always pleasant and humorous 
personality. In addition to the absence of the 
Captain, our Top Cutter, Bill Andrews, pride 
of the battery, without an equal as a Top Ser- 
geant, and a wizard at shooting crap, Sergeant 
Runchey and Private Hugh Liddicoat were ad- 
mitted to the third Officers' Training School at 
Camp Custer. 




Ueut. Roland Brennan 

The time that took the prize for the number 
of men at water call was on a Sunday after- 
noon, when the enormous number of exactly 
three men started to water 1 64 horses. An 
emergency call was sent to the kitchen police 
and three K. P.'s came in answer to the call 
for help. The rest of the men were on pass 
to Detroit or cities near camp. 

The care of the horses did not take up all 
the time during the day. Mornings were usu- 
ally devoted to their care and afternoons until 
water call were utilized for standing gun drill 
and indoor instructions and lectures on various 
artillery subjects. The horses at Camp Custer 
will not be the only memories that we can 
recall in after life. The severe weather, the 
abundance of snow and in particular the bliz- 
zard of January 1 1 th, 1 2th and 1 3th will never 
be forgotten. The snow storm started on Fri- 
day afternoon and during the night developed 
into a terrific blizzard. In the morning when 
we awoke at reveille we found our beds and 
clothing were covered with snow which had 
been forced through the cracks around the 
windows. The temperature had gone down 
to 26 degrees below zero. Three men who 
had to go to the stables, bundled up like Eski- 
mos, fed and watered the animals and returned 
to the barracks as rapidly as possible, where 
they were carefully examined for frost bites. 
About 10:00 o'clock the main feed pipe to 
the boilers froze up and the heating system 



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was shut down temporarily, leaving us in a 
sad predicament. All traffic was stopped and 
the boys who had planned on going on pass 
were S. O. L. John Schmidt and Ralph Mar- 
vin thought if they could get to Battle Creek 
they could catch a train to Detroit, so they 
started out to hike the seven or eight miles 
through blizzard and snow banks. They ar- 
rived at Battle Creek all right, tired and frost- 
bitten, but no trains were running. A switch 
engine happened along with the intention of 
clearing the track. Schmidt and Marvin 
climbed into the cab and a start was made. 
Marshall, Mich., was as far as that engine man- 
aged to plow through the snow. A huge bank 
of snow as high as the engine proved too great 
an obstacle to overcome. The snow was every 
bit that deep, according to the reports of the 
two men on their return to camp. It may have 
been a bit exaggerated but that's not a fault 
in the army — it's a habit. When the storm 
abated all available men were set to work 



If Battery F can travel 35 kilometers on a 
bacon sandwich, how far can they travel on a 
hog? 



shoveling the snow from in front of the bar- 
racks, stables, and making paths. Traffic was 
not resumed until Wednesday. 

On the morning of February 8, 1918, George 
Miller, Joe Monahan and three or four others 
were detailed to work at the gravel pit for the 
entire day. The men were furnished with a 
meal which they carried and with a pick or 
shovel on their shoulders started for the pit. 

When the men at the battery returned from 
the stables they were greeted w^ith the news 
of an accident at the gravel pit. Miller was 
instantly killed when a frozen ledge of sand 
projecting over the pit w^here the men were 
at work became dislodged and fell w^ithout 
w^arning. This ledge of sand, weighing any- 
where from ten to twenty tons, struck Miller 
squarely on the top of the head, crushing his 
skull. How Monahan escaped with only his 
right hand and fingers of his left hand crushed 
will never be known. Monahan was working 
at Miller's side shoveling sand into wagons 
which w^ere backed up under the ledge and 
it is believed Monahan made a leap for his 
life when some person outside yelled to them 
that the ledge was falling. The wagons were 
smashed to splinters and mules broke away in 
their fright. Monahan was rushed to the hos- 
pital immediately but Miller's body could not 
be extricated until the ledge of sand had been 
lifted. 

Eight of Miller's most intimate friends were 
allowed to go to Detroit to serve as pallbearers 
at his funeral and other soldiers from Fort 
Wayne were sent to the cemetery to blow taps 
and fire a volley over the departed soldier's 
grave. 



Events from early February to mid-summer 
were dull and uninteresting. New recruits came 
in at various times until the battery reached 
its proper strength about July 1 st. On July 
1 6th we bade farewell to Custer and entrained 
for the port of embarkation. Strict orders 
were issued against cheering or in any way re- 



Remember how Joe Valle and John Koski 
looked the first day we went for a ride on the 
ponies at Custer? 



vealing the fact that our train carried troops 
so if we were quiet when we pulled through 
Detroit on our way east it was through no fault 
of our own. 

The afternoon of July I 7th found us in New 
York City, w^here we took a ferry boat over 
to Long Island City and thence by train to 
Camp Mills, where we spent two w^eeks getting 
equipped for overseas duty. July 30th, amid 
a storm of sand and dirt, we left for Hoboken, 
took a ferry to the U. S. transport docks, 
boarded H. M. S. Maunganui and at 1 1 :00 
a. m. weighed anchor and started out for 
France along with some fifteen other trans- 
ports. The food set before the enlisted men 
on this trip across w^as unspeakably poor. 
Nearly all of us were sick, not from the effects 
of the sea because the weather was ideal, but 
because of the food. The bread, butter and 
jam saved us from starvation, however, and 
eleven days after we left New York we docked 
at Liverpool without mishap. Land never 
looked better than that morning when the 
rocky cliffs of Ireland loomed up on the hori- 
zon. From the docks in Liverpool we marched 
to the railway station and entrained in coaches. 
The trip across England to Southampton was 
really comfortable and interesting. At South- 
ampton we "put up" at a rest camp for the 



The Supply sergeant had a nut to crack when 
John Koski joined the battery. The govern- 
ment didn't make breeches to fit such big men 
and John had to have breeches. Alarie kept 
his weather eye open and finally discovered that 
Major Haviland ^vas about Koski's size. That's 
how John happened to get the major's tailored- 
to-order breeches. 



"remainder" of the night, then boarded the 
U. S. S. Harvard for the trip across the Eng- 
lish channel to Le Havre. Twenty-four hours 
in Le Havre rest (?) camp was all our consti- 
tutions could stand, so on August 1 4th we 
entrained in France's famous 8-40 touring cars 
destined for points unknown. August 15th, 
late in the afternoon, we detrained at a little 
French village called Messac and pitched tents 
near the banks of a river. The weather was 
ideal and the water was great, so we didn't 
wait for any invitation "Come on in, the wa- 



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ter's fine," but broke all speed records to get 
in the swim. Aloysius Hisgen got in such a 
hurry that he forgot he couldn't swim and 
hopped right into a deep hole. Pat Goulides 
played the hero so Al came out none the worse 
for wear. In a couple of days we were bil- 
leted in attics, barns or any place at all and 
prepared to stay in Messac until it came our 
turn to move into training camp. The boys 
will probably remember Messac more particu- 
larly because of the vin blanc, vin rouge, cog- 
nac, rhum and cidre which they could buy. 
The berry bushes in the vicinity were loaded 
with big ripe berries and a regimental order 
failed to restrain the boys from filling their 
hats occasionally. By August 25 th we had 
recuperated wonderfully so we received orders 
to hike through to Camp Cbetquidan, a dis- 
tance of 25 kilometers. We did the first half, 
stayed over night in a field outside of Maure, 
then finished the trip next day. 

Battery F reached Camp Coetquidan at ten 
o'clock August 26th, 1918. While we were 
trudging along toward this camp from Maure 
we could hear distant booming of guns which 



McBride offers a reward for anyone furnish- 
ing information as to who put the hardware and 
bricks in his pack that time over in Messac. 



was a glad note to our ears, for we knew that 
the hike was nearing an end. The territory in 
this vicinity has some very steep hills and when 
we climbed the last one we caught our first 
glimpse of Coetquidan. 

The camp lay on the crest of a small plateau 
entirely encircled by a deep valley. Rows of 
brick, stone and wooden buildings were clus- 
tered together on the plateau and along the 
road leading into camp were cafes, restaurants 
and souvenir shops. Some of the places boast- 
ed such signs as "Ham and Eggs," "Ice 
Cream," "Biere," etc., and after existing on 
"iron rations" for a couple of weeks we were 
tempted to stampede! Guess the only thing 
that saved the day was the fact that our "pep" 
was all gone — we hardly had enough energy 
left to drag our tired bodies up the hill into 
camp and to our barracks. 

Camp Coetquidan is noted in France as be- 
ing the "Camp of Death," so called because 
hundreds of Napoleon's army died there of a 
disease known as "The Black Death." Dozens 
of new barracks and buildings were built by 
German prisoners during the four years of war 
but the barracks assig:ned to us were the ones 
built to accommodate Napoleon's troops. "F" 
occupied three of these barracks, two of stone 
with cement floors, the third a wooden affair 
with the company kitchen in the rear. These 
barracks looked like real homes, especially 
when we were supplied with cots and mat- 
tresses. "Gee !" but those cots seemed soft 
as "down" after "pounding our ears" on hard. 



wooden floors. We were quite willing to rest 
the balance of the day and when reveille blew 
next morning were ready to resume training. 
Our training in the U. S. had dealt mostly 
with methods of "open warfare" but at Coet- 
quidan we were to learn how to fight in "posi- 
tion warfare." During the first few weeks the 
most of "F" were doing "squads east," "dis- 
mounted, mounted drill," "gas mask ENDUR- 
ANCE drill," "standing gun drill" (with planks 
to represent guns), and "visual signalling." 




Capt. Cabeen 

Some of the enlisted men attended telephone, 
materiel, gas, orientation, machine gun and 
camouflage schools and all of the officers were 
kept on the jump, cramming down new ideas 
of modern warfare. The instructors who, of 
course, were thoroughly conversant with their 
subjects, set a pretty fast clip and it behooved 
the men and officers to be on the alert every 
second if they wanted to measure up to the 
required standard. We made a good job of it 
for "F" made a reputation for herself on the 
firing range. 

As soon as we got fairly settled at this camp 



Soon after arriving at Coetquidan, Sgts. Ru- 
gila and Kauschy decided to take a little ex- 
ploring trip in towns adjacent to camp. Evi- 
dently they found good cognac for they made 
a night of it. Rugila came into quarters next 
morning with his hair standing on end and he 
told the reason. They had wandered further 
from camp than they realized and when daylight 
showed them the way, they found it necessary 
to go through Plelan, the target area. That 
would have been good practice Andy, dodging 
G. 1. cans among the shell holes of Plelan. 



we were issued our "French 75*s" and the 
gunners began their training, using dummy 
shells until they became thoroughly familiar 
with the mechanism of the gun. The drivers 
had their work, too! Through the Supply 
Company we obtained the "wrecks" of some 
eighty horses. "Skin and bones" would de- 
scribe most of them fittingly. These poor 
beasts had seen hard service at the front and 
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active service. Now the drivers were not 
trained nurses but they did their work (keep- 
ing these animals out of horse heaven) mar- 
vel ously well. 

September 4th was our first day on the 
range. Our guns were pulled into position, 
liaison established and targets designated to 
various officers who were to direct the fire. 
Across the valley and on the slope of the oppo- 
site hill lay the ruins of the French village 
Treslon, which had served as a target area for 
other artillery organizations. From our posi- 
tion it was interesting to observe the shrapnel 
bursting into white puffs of smoke and shells 
throwing black clouds of dirt into the air. 



Joe Valle was made official w^ater wagon boy 
at Coetquidan and the first day the battery went 
on the range, he came out to the position with 
the water cart — empty. When the officer asked 
him what became of the water he smiled in bliss- 
ful ignorance, as much as to say, "No compree." 
Hovr was he to know a ivater wagon was for 
water? 



The proposition confronting an officer who 
fires a problem is no easy one. First, he must 
locate both his gun position and target accu- 
rately on the firing map. This map is so con- 
structed that when these positions are plotted 
on it, the officer can measure a required angle 
and determine the approximate range to the 
target. Second, the guns must be "laid" on 
the target and this operation is done with the 
aid of an instrument known as a goniometer. 
The angle obtained from the map is used in 
connection with the goniometer and if all work 
is done accurately the piece will be laid exactly 
in line with the target. Third, wind, tempera- 
ture of the air, temperature of the powder, 
density of air, kind of shell used, altitude of 
gun and target, and the nature of the terrain 
on which the target is situated must all be 
taken into consideration. With the aid of a 
firing table, it is possible to make approximate 
"corrections of the moment." The tempera- 
ture and barometric pressure of the air and 
the direction and velocity of the wind are fur- 
nished by a meteorological station. The tem- 
perature of the powder, of course, can be ob- 
tained easily, the difference in altitudes of guns 
and targets can be taken from the map, and 
the shell and kind of fuse to be used depend 
upon the target and its position. 

So, before opening fire, the officer reduces 
the possible errors to a minimum. 

After each gun has been laid by the goni- 
ometer the gunners establish their individual 
aiming points and read the angle between the 
line gun-aiming point and gun-target. This 
angle is known as his basic deflection and the 
reason for establishing a basic deflection is to 
enable the gunner to re-lay his piece quickly 
after each hit and thus correct for any move- 
ment of the gun caused by the explosion. 



When all preparations for fire have been 
completed the officer "sends down" from the 
observation post (O. P.) to the executive of- 
ficer at the guns such data as the kind of shell 
and fuse, the angle of site and range. "Fire 
for adjustment" is usually executed with shrap- 
nel and the fuse is punched so that it will burst 
quite high in the air. As each piece fires the 
officer watches through a telescope and 
"senses" the shots. If the shrapnel bursts 
short of the target the range must be increased; 
if over, the range must be decreased. If the 
burst is to the right or left the deflection is 
changed accordingly. To sense a round of 
shots requires a quick, clear eye and cool judg- 
ment. TTie position of burst must be noted in- 
stantly, especially on a windy day when the 
little puffs of smoke have a habit of rolling 
away before one can "bat" an eye. A shot is 
judged over if the smoke brings the target 
into relief; short, if it obscures the target. 
There must be a certain number of shots fall 
short, over, to the right and the left of the 
target before fire for adjustment can be called 
complete. Exhaustive tests prove that there 
are certain probable errors which must be con- 
sidered, and satisfied, and even if one shot 
made a direct hit on the target the range and 
deflection might not be quite perfect. The 
number of rounds of shrapnel used in fire for 
adjustment depends largely on the skill of the 
officer firing the problem and the accuracy 
with which the gun crews work. $ 1 2 to $ 1 7 
of Uncle Sam's money goes up in smoke every 
time a "75" is fired, so accuracy is economy. 

Having completed the adjustment the officer 
ends his problem by "Fire for effect." The 
object is to destroy the target. If shrapnel is 
used the fuse is punched so that the shell bursts 
only a few meters above the target. If high 
explosive shell is employed then the explosion 
occurs when the fuse strikes the ground and 
changes the scenery. 

From September 4th until October 6th we 



The last night we were at Messac the village 
mayor gave us a "send off" by setting 'em up 
and afterwards doing the buck and wing on the 
bench. We couldn't understand the words to 
his songs but he was very expressive otherwise. 
Anyhow — it wasn't what he said it was the way 
he said it. 



were dividing our time, spending a good share 
of it on the range, the balance in picking up 
odds and ends of training. Our machine gun 
squad learned how to take their guns apart 
and put them together until they could do it 
blindfolded. Later they put in some interest- 
ing time on the range mowing down imaginary 
enemies. Their job in actual service was to 
sing the swan's song to any enemy aeroplane 
which chanced to come within "uncomfort- 
able" distance of "F" battery position. 

The Signal section learned how to install and 



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operate a telephone system at the front and 
practiced wig-wag, semaphore and projector 
until they were blue in the face. The Instru- 
ment section acquired some knowledge of the 
theory and practice of position warfare and 
learned how to manipulate the instruments, to 
prepare and use maps, to make sketches, to 
juggle the range tables and solve problems in 
connection with firing data, and so on down 
the line, each section learned its own particu- 
lar work. Separately and severally we took 
our turns on what our "top kick" chose to call 
"Emplacement and bomb-proof school," but 
what in an ordinary "buck's" language was 
"pick and shovel" detail. Guard duty, kitchen 
police and other regular army routine came 
and went. Probably the most detested drill 
was the daily, half-hour gas mask drill after 
retreat. At various times we had to endure the 
torture and slobbering which went hand in 
hand with a full hour's gas drill. The gas 
mask was designed to save life and it did it 
— with a vengeance! 

On October 7th the 1 60th Artillery Brigade 
started the three-day brigade problem on the 
range. "F" had an ideal position, well camou- 
flaged and defiladed. Each battery had its 
own sector of "imaginary" enemy territory to 
command, besides co-operating with the other 
batteries in delivering concentration fire on 
special targets. A large share of the work in 
the brigade problem would come under the 
head of "prepared fire." Our officers were in- 
structed to deliver various barrages at speci- 
fied times and the data for them was usually 
prepared several hours ahead of time and 
given to the chiefs of sections. The "im- 
promptu" firing probably demanded more 
skill, speed and coolness on the part of of- 
ficers and men but even these problems were 
handled as smoothly and efficiently as clock 
work. The men of "F" had complete confi- 



"Snaky" Long can depict the character of 
Capt. Brady at Guard Mount wonderfully well 
but unfortunately he hasn't the knack of extract- 
ing beaucoup money by a mere twist of the 
mustache. That Long, is an art in itself! 



dence in the ability of Captain Cabeen (popu- 
larly known as "The Skipper"), Lieutenant 
Kaufman and Lieutenant Brennan. These of- 
ficers knew their work and consequently won 
the respect and admiration of the men. Lieu- 
tenant Head had shown remarkable ability at 
directing fire, during a certain aeroplane prob- 
lem, and was therefore temporarily detached 
fom "F" to become an instructor. Lieutenannt 
Dukes, too, had been taken from us and as- 
signed to Headquarters. Dukes probably 
ranked next to Captain Cabeen for popularity 
among the men because he had an infectious 
smile and devil-may-care way about him in 
contact with the men. 



With the end of the brigade problem came 
the end of our intensive training. "F" came 
through with a splendid record and both offi- 
cers and men were commended for their work. 
Our C. O. w^as curious to know which of his 
batteries was most efficient, so each battery in 
turn pulled into position in front of regimental 
headquarters and "fired" a problem, using 
dummy shells. As usual "Cabeen's F" took 
first place. By this time every outfit in camp 




Iiient. Jeroxne Head 

knew of "Cabeen's F" and if we appear to 
boast it only proves our high regard for our 
officers cmd loyalty to our outfit I 

About the 10th of October it started to rain! 
rain!! rain!!! The roads and drill grounds be- 
came sloppy and muddy. An epidemic of 
influenza appeared among the men and several 
members of "F" went to the hospital. Private 
Gibbard died on October 1 1 th and was buried 
by "F" in the camp cemetery. Notwithstand- 
ing the nasty weather and condition of men 
and horses, some "high Mogul" decided that 
we must get accustomed to exposure and so 
every day for a week we threw packs over 
our shoulders, hooked the horses to the pieces 
and caissons and did an eight to ten kilometer 
hike. 

It was during these early days of October 
that Lieutenant Poulter joined "F" and Ser- 
geant Nottage replaced McBride as "top kick." 

The principle amusements at Coetquidan 
consisted of movies or show^s at the "Y," band 
concerts, crap and poker games, and an occa- 
sional A. W. O. L. to Rennnes. The most 
frequented places were the "Ham and" resorts 
on the outskirts of camp and the "little church 
over the hill" where cognac flowed freely. 
English walnuts and hazel nuts were about the 
only "confections" obtainable. Those fellows 
who were indisposed to walk down over the 
hill to lay down their franc for a sack of nuts 
were supplied by the regimental "vender," 
Bugler Stopper. Whenever the boys became 
bored with the ordinary excitement of a camp 
life, Hillger would come to the rescue and 
hatch up some new deviltry. 

But to get back to the cycle of events. On 
October 22nd we finished packing up our be- 
longings and on October 23rd we took our 
leave of Camp Coetquidan, loaded our ord- 



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nance, horses and other materiel on cars at 
Guer and at eight minutes after nine o'clock 
p. m. we began in earnest our trip toward "No 
Man's Land." Early next morning we stopped 
a half hour at Laval for breakfast (iron rations 
of course) , then proceeded to Le Mans where 
we had a cooked dinner. When we pulled out 
of Le Mans, girl "brakies" took up their posi- 
tions in the chilly brakeman's "annex" and 
created considerable interest, for by this time 
"girls" was a strange word in our vocabulary. 
About I 1 o'clock that night we passed through 
Versailles and strained our eyes for some 
glimpse of "Gay Paree" but in vain. At 3:00 
o'clock on the 25 th we detrained at Andelot 
and did another famous hike to Humberville. 



Sgt. Sheedy at Coetqui«lan before dismissing 
the old guard: "Inspection, rewolvers!" 



The only casualty during the trip was one 
horse. 

Humberville was an ideal camp as camps 
go. A little cluster of wooden barracks lay 
in a valley sheltered on three sides by high 
hills. The foliage on the trees was resplendent 
with color and from a spot on top of the hill 
the view of the camp, town and surrounding 
territory was wonderful. Humberville is about 
28 kilometers from Chaumont, General Persh- 
ing's headquarters and consequently the na- 
tionale roads in the neighborhood were filled 
with speeding cars and motorcycles, trucks 
and supply trains. In the barracks at Humber- 
ville we were agreeably surprised to find bunks 
and it didn't take our Supply Sergeant long to 
provide us with bed sacks and hay. But our 
stay there was short and sweet I October 30th 
we entrained again at Rimaucourt and at 5 :00 
p. m. pulled out for "parts unknown." At 1 I :00 
o'clock we knew we were in the danger zone 
for searchlights were scanning the skies in 



Detroit "She": "And when you're away to the 
war, I want you to think of me each evening at 
nine o'clock." 

Sgt. Akiey: "Make it 9:15, can't you? I've 
got to think of the girl in Kalamazoo at nine." 



search of enemy bombing planes. As a mat- 
ter of fact one of the towns along our route 
was bombed shortly after we had passed 
through. At 1 2 :00 p. m. we detrained at 
Domgermain and hastened to get our equip- 
ment off the cars and in motion for we had to 
hike several kilometers before we could expect 
to sleep. Finally we arrived at a camping spot, 
a large cabbage patch. After picketing the 
horses and making them as comfortable as 
possible we pitched shelter halves and tried to 
snatch a bit of rest. If you were there that 



night you know what a difficult trick it is to 
balance yourself on a cabbage head and drive 
out the cold damp frost from beneath the 
blankets with your breath. If you were NOT 
there you've got something to be thankful for 
every Thanksgiving Day hereafter. "F" is a 
tough bunch, though, so we all came through 
stiff but not stiffs. 

Next day we continued our hike, passing 
through the outskirts of Toul, and arrived at 
Lagney, where we billeted in cow sheds, hay 
lofts, etc. Through some misunderstanding 
our packs were loaded into various wagons and 
when the regiment arrived at Lagney about 
dark no one could locate his belongings. Con- 
sequently there was some wailing and gnash- 
ing of teeth (the army way). Some bucks 
hunted in vain for their packs and appropri- 
ated blankets from a strange pack and pro- 
ceeded to rest their weary bones among the 
baled hay and oat bags in the forage wagon. 
From that date it became the accepted cus- 
tom to "appropriate" the necessities of life 
and about the only thing a soldier would re- 
fuse to appropriate went by the ncune "corned 
willie." 

One night in Lagney was enough to make 
any man fight, so at 4:30 p. m., November 



Private Goulides on sick report: 

Caotain of Medical Corps: "Well, what's the 
trouble?" 

Goulides: "Sir, I've been slinging hash all 
my life and have weak arches." 

Captain (scratching his head): "H-m-m! 
Guess I'll have to transfer you to the aviation 
corps where you won't have to walk." 



1 st, we moved on. We were so near to the 
front lines now that all our movements were 
made under cover of darkness. After several 
hours travel we camped in a field which was 
well spattered with shell holes and slept till 
dawn. It was necessary to conceal ourselves 
and equipment from aeroplane observation so 
horses and material were camouflaged in the 
woods adjoining our camping field and we 
were given the day to explore "Dead Man's 
Woods." Shell holes, barbed yfhe entangle- 
ments, trenches, concrete dugouts, stumps of 
trees, littered clothing and a huge cemetery 
all bore evidence of the terrific battle which 
had occurred at that place. "Dead Man's 
Woods" is in the St. Mihiel sector. Accord- 
ing to the stories circulated the French lost 
thousands upon thousands of men trying to 
drive the Germans from these positions. It 
was in this same sector that the Yankees cov- 
ered themselves with undying glory. The 
French claimed "Dead Man's Woods" could 
not be captured in six months but the Yanks 
determined to drive the Huns out and when 
they launched the St. Mihiel drive the Germans 
were out of the woods in something like eight 
hours. The French had fought so long and 



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lost so many men at this place that they were 
bulldozed into the belief that it was invincible. 
The Americans coming in, fresh and enthusi- 
astic, determined to "call the bluff" and take 
the "pot." 

On the morning of November 2nd Captain 
Cabeen, together with other officers of the 
regiment, made a reconnaissance and deter- 
mined the position which "F" was to occupy. 
When he returned in the afternoon he called 
the officers and some of the non-coms together 
to tell them of his plans. Someone asked him 
if there were many shells coming over and he 
replied "beaucoup" (pronounced bookoo) but 
there was that characteristic twinkle in his eye 
which drove away anxiety and kindled our 
desire to get into action. The first platoon 
were to pull into position that night and the 
balance of the battery was to go to the echelon 
in the "Bois de Pannes" woods. During the 



"What do you think of the army as far as 
you have gone," inquired Sgt. Akley of Private 
Rosenberg, who had just arrived at Camp Mills. 

"I may like it after a while, but just now I 
think there is too much drilling and fussing 
around between meals," was Rosenberg's reply. 



balance of the afternoon w^e sorted out the 
materiel actually needed the first night at the 
front and at dusk we discarded camouflage and 
set out. At Essey the first platoon, guided by 
the Captain, parted from the battery and con- 
tinued through Pannes and Beney. "F" was 
attached to the 28th Division. So at Beney 
we turned to the left, following a camouflaged 
road to a point where a narrow-gauge railway 
crossed it, then turned to the right and fol- 
lowed the road alongside the track up to the 
edge of the woods "Bois de Beney." The 
road which we followed was not only terribly 
muddy but was cut up by shell holes and that 
fact coupled with the inky blackness of the 
night, made it one "hell" of a job trying to 
keep right side up and moving. After much 
strenuous work on the part of both horses and 
men the two pieces w^ere pulled into position 
and one caisson unloaded. The other caisson 
became so mired in the mud just after leaving 
the camouflaged road that it was impossible 
to get it out that night and consequently it 
was abandoned until the following night, when 
tiie hauling work was completed. The drivers 
went back to the echelon and the gun crews 
proceeded to work the balance of the night 
diggmg a suitable place for their pieces, in the 
ditch. 

By morning enough underbrush had been 
cut away and dirt dug out to make room for 
the pieces and after camouflaging them the fel- 
lows laid down to rest and, if possible, to' 
sleep. 

During the day our position ■was located by 
means of a traverse and plotted on the firing 



maps. Some preliminary scouting work w^as 
done and a forward observation post was 
chosen. At night the second platoon came up 
from the echelon and like the first bunch, strug- 
gled through rain, mud and murky blackness 
to get their pieces concealed before daylight. 
The first two nights were probably the most 
galling because of the strangeness of the place 
and conditions under which the work was ac- 
complished. During the day of November 4th 
the fellows had a chance to get their bearings, 
locate dugouts or other sheltered spots in which 
to sleep and finish the digging of emplace- 
ments for guns and ammunition caissons. 

The Signal section established local tele- 
phone connections and helped to complete the 
balance of the liaison system so that in the 
afternoon the battery was ready to lay their 
pieces and fire for adjustment. Orders came 
in to prepare for fire on a certain target and 
in computing the data the officers found that 
it was necessary to drag the guns out of their 
positions in the ditch and into an open field. 
This w^ork w^as completed about 3:00 a. m., 
November 5th. The pieces were "laid" and we 
opened fire about 5 :00 a. m., continuing the 
firing until 6:00 a. m. Then the gun crews 
dragged their pieces back to the original posi- 
tions and camouflaged them before daylight. 
Some of our targets were the village of Damp- 
vitoux where Hun working parties exposed 
themselves, village of Donmartin, Marimboux 
Farm, machine gun nests and cross roads near 
Lauchaussee. While at the front "F" was at- 
tached to the 34 1 st Field Artillery and sup- 
ported the 111th, 112th Infantry and later 




the 1 09 th and 1 1 0th Infantry, who relieved 
the former. Our forward O. P. was situated 
on the crest of a hill in the "Bois de Beney" 
and overlooked our own front lines. Part of 
the time we could see our shells falling on 
enemy territory but usually the range was so 
great that we could not determine their effect 
and we were dependent upon our aerial ob- 
servers for this information. 

On November 1 1 th both the Huns and 
Allies started in to do as much damage as 



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possible before 1 1 :00 o'clock should end the 
struggle — and everywhere shells were hissing 
through the air, big guns were barking at high 
speed and machine guns drummed incessantly. 
So many of the Hun shells were "duds" that 
their fire, although accurate, was more or less 
ineffective. If one could judge by the sound 
the Yanks were sending over five shells for 
every one Jerry hurled at us. At 10:59 a. m. 
the order was given to "Cease Fire!" We were 
at the front only nine days but during that 
time we sent 2,150 shells into enemy territory 
and came to know the hardships of actual fight- 
ing. Mess for our men at the front was poor. 
The first three or four days we lived on canned 
beef and hardtack which we salvaged in the 
woods. The cooks finally set up a kitchen 
in "Bois de Beney" and then we had hot cof- 
fee, bacon and bread for morning, and for 
afternoon mess hot coffee, bread and perhaps 
corned willie, warmed up canned beef, or slum. 
, Probably if we had been at the front a longer 



Sgt. Carney had spent three days and nights 
at the front working in rain and mud and was 
consequently well camouflaged by a copious 
beard — sometimes mistaken for brush. Colonel 
Campbell evidently didn't think much of the 
camouflage for when he stopped to look over 
the gun position and discovered Carney hiding 
behind said beard, he gave orders for its im- 
mediate removal. Why, Carney! I ! Didn't 
you realize you ^ere liable to give the Huns a 
bad impression of the American soldier and na- 
tion by such a rough appearance? 



time we might have made connections for 
better and sufficient food. Sleeping in dug- 
outs, washing in shell holes, eating corned 
willie and working in mud and rain are not 
really fascinating pastimes so "F" was lucky 
to spend only nine days existing under these 
conditions. Captain Cabeen, Lieutenants 
Kaufman and Brennan and a few of the en- 
listed men were at the position continually but 
the gun crews worked in two-day shifts, spend- 
ing part of the time at the echelon. 

During the afternoon of the 1 1 th the ma- 
jority of the battery were collected at Beney. 
Some of the boys made a trip up to the Ger- 
man lines to get a close-up view of No Man's 
Land, while others stayed at the position as 
guards. Sergeant Alerie and Private Servis 
were both injured seriously by an explosion of 
a "one pounder" which Servis was trying to 
dismantle for a souvenir. Both were taken to 
the hospital immediately where Servis died of 
his wounds. While convalescing Alerie was 
returned to the United States as a casual. 

We stayed at Beney two nights, getting up 
at 12:00 p. m., November 13th, to prepare 
for a hike. After joining the first battalion just 
outside of Thiaucourt we hiked through the 
very heart of St. Mihiel, Metz battle grounds 
on our way to Pont-a-Mousson. Everywhere 



we looked we saw trenches, barbed wire en- 
tanglements, camouflaged positions and ceme- 
teries — certainly a devastated region. At 3 :00 
o'clock in the afternoon we reached our desti- 
nation, a city of a pre-war population of per- 
haps 20,000 inhabitants. Pont-a-Mousson is 
in Lorraine, between Metz and Nancy, and has 
the ear-marks of a prosperous city but it had 
been evacuated by the inhabitants shortly after 
war was declared. 

Two big buildings were allotted to "F" and^ 




Battery "T" Billets Pont-a-Mousson 

we soon found mattresses, chairs, tables, stoves - 
and miscellaneous furniture with which to fur- 
nish our rooms. Some of the rooms even 
boasted "beds." When we were fairly set- 
tled we hunted up a grocery store and there- 
after had eggs, bread, butter, etc., as long as 
our francs held out. Physical exercise, squads 
right, hikes, pistol practice, gun drill and ath- 
letics helped to keep the boys in trim if not out 
of mischief. "F" had several explorers who 
located the "Thousand Bottles" which served 
to keep most of us in good spirits and occa- 
sionally in the brig during our sojourn in Pont- 
a-Mousson. Thanksgiving Day was celebrated 
with good eats and services in the big church 
on Rue St. Laurent. 

About the 12th of December Captain Ca- 
been was taken ill and went to the base hos- 
pital at Toul. At retreat on December 1 6th 
Lieutenant Kaufman announced his death. 
This news fairly stunned us, for every man in 
"F" knew that we had lost a real friend. De- 
cember 1 7th some forty men of "F" and offi- 



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cers of the regiment were taken to Toul in 
trucks to attend his funeral. 

Captain Booth assumed command of "F" 
a few days later. 

Christmas at Pont-a-Mousson passed quiet- 
ly. The cooks set up a splendid dinner, plain 
perhaps, but substantial. Tobacco, cigarettes, 
chocolate bars and cigars were given out and 
later in the afternoon we lined up and marched 
to the Y. M. C. A. where more cigarettes. 



Captain Kidd's hidden t<-easure was mere 
trash compared to the buried treasures at Pont- 
a-Mousson. Old John Silver M^ould have swap- 
ped treasures any time if he had known what 
fine vintages there \«rere in the world of Pont-a- 
Mousson. 



chocolates and cigars were given us. New 
Year's Eve revelry lacked the interest and en- 
thusiasm normally shown by such a crov^rd of 
young men. All of us were terribly sick of 
army life now that the fighting was over and 
the uppermost thought in our minds was 
"HOME." January dragged itself out and on 
the 1 St of February we heard the glad tidings 
that we were placed under the command of 
the S. O. S. for immediate (?) transportation 
to the U. S. A. 

The next ten days were spent in turning in 
our materiel, horses, etc., preparatory to leav- 
ing Pont-a-Mousson. Lieutenant Poulter and 
a part of the battery started on February 5 th 
on a trip to the ordnance depot at Domger- 
main to turn in guns, caissons and other ma- 
teriel. The roads were icy and weather biting 
cold. The horses were smooth shod and con- 
sequently it ■was almost impossible for them 
to travel. It took the party the better part of 
four days to make the trip and it w^as a weary, 
frostbitten and hungry bunch of men and 
horses that returned on Saturday. The next 



Hillger got pretty well acquainted with the 
medical officers (in line of duty) over at Pont-a- 
Mousson. In fact, he was a regular customer. 
They even say that one morning Hillger forgot 
to go on sick report and the medical officer re- 
fused to sign the book until he was listed. 



day the horses were turned over to the 7th 
Division and we cleaned up our billets ready 
to pull out Monday. At 10:00 a. m. we de- 
parted from Pont-a-Mousson via truck, arriv- 
ing at Douillard early in the forenoon. All 
preparations for entraining were quickly made 
but the train did not make its appearance until 
4:00 p. m. Meanwhile we strolled uptown 
and bought all of the edibles in sight. Some 
of the boys also obtained cognac and rhum, so 
about 2:00 p. m. Lieutenant Barnum threw a 
drag net of P. G.'s over the town and marched 



all deliquents back to the railway siding to 
await our train. 

"F" was assigned seven French box cars 
when the train pulled into the siding and we 
soon had our stoves set up, fire started, wood, 
rations and packs aboard and were settled for 
the trip. There wasn't room for everyone to 
lie down and sleep at one time so we took our 
turns. About 4:00 a. m., Tuesday morning, 
while we were passing through the switching 
yards at Gondrecourt, a French train rammed 
into the middle of our train, derailing six of 
our seven cars and tipping one almost onto its 
side. All of the boys in the upturned car were 
thrown into a heap but none w^ere seriously 
hurt. The hay caught fire but the stove was 
thrown out and fire quickly extinguished. A 
serious catastrophe was averted only because 
of the fact that both trains were moving slowly. 
The front and rear sections of the train were 
pulled onto another track and six other cars 
replaced the ones derailed. A few of us walked 
down into the village of Gondrecourt and ob- 
tained coffee, sandwiches and other eats at 
the "Y," then returned to the railroad yards 
and transferred our belongings to the new cars. 
Inside of three hours we were again on our 



Sergt. Ruhl wants to know who filled his hel- 
met with paste last New Year's night at Pont-a- 
Mousson. 



way. Wednesday afternoon our train pulled 
into the American camp at Gievres, the largest 
Quartermaster's camp of the A. E. F. At first 
we thought this was our destination but a new 
crew hitched onto our train and we continued 
our way. Thursday morning we detrained at 
Mondoubleau and hiked thirteen kilometers to 
Berfay where we were billeted for a couple of 
weeks. Baths and "cootie" inspections v^'ere 
endured daily. Clean up! was the iron-clad 
order. About February 1 6th Captain Booth 
returned to his position as adjutant of the first 
battalion and Lieutenant Brennan assumed 
command of "F." On February 24th, Lieu- 
tenant Coryell was re-attached. March 2nd 
at 8:00 o'clock we packed up our belongings, 
stacked them into trucks and then started to- 
ward the Le Mans camp. After zig-zagging 
through various country roads all day long we 
finally reached a big, vacant lime factory where 
we were to put up for the night. Sore feet 
and aching legs were common to all, for we 
had covered about 34 kilometers which was 
only a mere 1 kilometers farther than we 
would have walked if we had followed the 
main road into St. Calais and thence to the 
factory. Next morning we continued our 
journey, joining the rest of the I 60th Artillery 
Brigade before we reached Camp D'Auvours. 
We remained at this "Belgian" camp until 
Sunday morning, March 9 th, then hiked 



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through the outskirts of Le Mans to the for- 
warding camp where our train of American box 
cars (52 men per car) waited to carry us to 
Brest. Private Bunch was left behind for he 
had gone A. W. O. L. to Le Mans and was 
picked up by the M. P.s. 

Next day we arrived at Brest and hiked to 
Camp Pontanezen where we were billeted in 
tents, with wood floors, stoves, cots and mat- 
tresses. For a rest camp this one took the 
prize. It seemed to us that the camp com- 
mander's motto was "Rest if we don't catch 
you at it." F Battery was called upon to fur- 
nish the entire personnel for detail work of 
all descriptions and none dared to shirk or pro- 
test for the labor battalion had beaucoup agents 



Captain Moore, as Officer of the Day, to Pri- 
vate Casin: "Sentry, do you know your gen- 
eral orders?" 

Casin: "Yes, sir!" 

Capt. Moore: "Good thing you do. I don't 
know half of them myself." 



to pick up men from home-going troops and 
preserve them in the A. E. F. Between de- 
tails we had baths, equipment inspection, per- 
sonal inspections and other useless inspections. 
But it had to end some time, so after putting 
in two weeks at Pontanezen, we were allotted 
space on the U. S. S. Leviathan and early Mon- 
day morning, March 24th, we took our leave 




of French soil and boarded this giant ship. 
Two days after we boarded her the Leviathan 
lifted anchor and, as we watched the shores 
of France fade from sight, we heaved a sigh 
of relief. Comparatively calm weather and a 
smooth sea helped us to keep to our 6^ -day 
schedule, so that we sighted Sandy Hook at 
8:00 a. m., Wednesday, April 2nd, and docked 
at 1 1 :00 o'clock. While en route Corporal W. 
B. Sterling became ill and on arriving in New 
York was detached from "F" and sent to the 



Little old Messac, sure we can't forget 
The davs we soent with you. 

You're small and quiet and slow, I know. 
But your heart was sood and true. 

Oh, those swims in the little old river. 
And the pump with the water so clear; 

The barber, the girl in the little old store, 
With the costume on Sunday so queer! 

Our quarters were awful and so were our 

meals, 

But still we have found more and more 

We thrive on those meals as bad as they 

are. 

While on the hardest bed we still snore. 



hospital. On arriving in Camp Mills Sergeant 
Rennex, Sergeant Rugila, Corporal Zimmel, 
Mechanic Sprague and Private Humphriss were 
also transferred to the hospital. There isn t 
much use trying to tell how we felt to get back 
to God's country, for words can't express our 
joy and satisfaction. The few days we spent 
at Camp Mills we were "sitting on the world." 
Beaucoup eats, sleep and passes to a real city 
in a really civilized country. The only com- 
plaint we had was the rough way our clothes 
were used and left in a million v\rrinkles, just 
when we wanted to look spick and span. But 
who could harbor a grudge of any sort when 
freedom and pursuit of happiness were so near. 
Next came Custer and HOME where it will 
be a pleasure to remain, "be it ever so hum- 
ble." Old Battery F was finally disbanded 
toward the last of April and, after the num- 
erous "good-byes" — which were the hardest 
bit of all the war — we stepped out as free men 
again. Peace be to Allah! 

CORP. EARL A. RICE, 

Battery Editor. 
Assisted by Rademacher. 



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._/*■: 



HEADQUARTERS 
COMPANY 




Under modified tables of organization every 
regiment of field artillery has a company de- 
tailed on special duties. A company composed 
of specialists in various lines of work necessary 
to the maintenance and operation of an artil- 
lery regiment and specialist instructors and 
overseers to direct its work. 

In the beginning it was not easy to choose 
men suitable for membership in such an or- 
ganization, consequently the personnel of the 
Headquarters Company was assembled from 
the ranks of other organizations and for a time 
was more of a transit headquarters than an 
established household. 

Every name appearing on the roster of the 
Headquarters Company carried with it an ex- 
planation of some special ability possessed by 
its owner. These specialists varied largely in 
their duties. Requisites peculiar to the army 
maintenance necessitated the frequent develop- 
ment of new types of specialists and in many 
instances men perfected themselves in their 
line of duty in the brief time between their en- 
tering camp and their entering the battle field. 

To direct the activities of such a company 
it was necessary to assign to its ranks officers 
trained in the lines of duty peculiar to the opera- 
tion of such a company. The officers for the 
greater part came from walks of life which 
naturally developed the abilities necessary 
there. There was, of course, some shifting 
and changing of the officers' personnel but with 
the exception of promotions which removed 
•some from the command, few instances caused 
the removal or addition to the roster. 

So after months of drafting from other or- 
ganizations and strenuous training the person- 
nel became a unit, constant in its membership 
and, as was proven later, worthy of the tasks 
which fell to its lot. 

The first duty of the officers of the Head- 
quarters Comany was to train raw recruits into 
regulation soldiers. Without soldierly disci- 
pline, soldierly habits and soldierly concep- 
tions the strenuous training in the later periods 
would have availed but little. The military 
courtesies, the foot drills, the mounted drills 
and the teachings of the martial law were for 
the greater part the courses of training predom- 



inant at first. Once well schooled in these 
branches the more special training demanded 
the whole of every man's attention. On ac- 
count of a lack of sufficient equipment the 
theoretical side of the specialists' operations 
was studied under cautious and exacting in- 
structors. The telephone, orientation, radio 
telegraph, and other details were instructed in 
the basic principles upon which the science 
with which they worked was based and ac- 
quired information that will long remain vrith 
them, even to an advantage in their civil life 
after the war. Unlike the daily routine of the 
battery the stables, though requiring the pre- 
scribed attendance each day, did not come in 
for the larger part of the day's work. Every 
man studying some particular job was im- 
pressed with the fact that he was to be solely 
responsible for the proper carrying on of his 
task and he alone just as responsible for fail- 
ure should it ever fail. Peculiar to the tasks 
of Headquarters men it could not be said that 
there was always another ready to take a fallen 
comrade's place or another handy to correct 
the error of a thoughtless or incompetent man 
on the job. 

So the soldier specialist became the aim of 
this army university. After the preliminary 
training the practical side of operations was 
taken up and actual experience in the field be- 
came an everyday occurrence. In a few in- 
stances the instructions received during the pre- 
liminary training had to be forgotten and oth- 
ers hurriedly learned on account of the dif- 
ference in equipment and mode of operation 
encountered as our troops reached the other 
side. But in no way did this result in a de- 
preciation of the benefits derived from our 
early training at Camp Custer. 

It was not all work in those days, however, 
for the tasks of the soldier, done at retreat, 
were followed by sorts of his own liking and 
studies of his own choosing, except when privi- 
leges were by necessity taken from him. The 
seasons permitting, a wholesome social life 
was enjoyed to the very extent that each in- 
dividual wished to enjoy it. Contagious dis- 
ease in the company at times resulted in quar- 
antines which forbade the soldier even the 



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company of friends in other batteries, to say 
nothing of the acquaintances that had been 
made in nearby towns, but it was during those 
quarantines that the splendid morale developed 
in the soldier showed itself. 

On the 1 St of July, 1918, our work on the 
range having been completed, preparations 
were started for entraining for a port of em- 
barkation. The daily routine was dispensed 
with at this time and the making ready to go 
demanded the whole of the daylight hours. 
From early morning until late at night the men 
worked packing their equipment, such as har- 
ness, instruments and quartermaster's supplies. 

On the 1 6th of July we entrained for Camp 
Mills, Long Island, New York. The stay at 




Capt. George S. Wiley 

Camp Mills afforded the men an opportunity 
of visiting New York and this opportunity was 
not overlooked by many. Most of the visit- 
ing places of interest had to be done at night, 
owing to the stringent ordeal through which 
each company went in its final preparation for 
departure. But for the heat and dust the stay 
at Camp Mills was agreeable and in compara- 
tive comfort. 

On the 30th of July final instructions were 
received in regard to our embarkation. Ad- 
vanced details were chosen for the handling 
of the luggage and the men were confined to 
quarters in anticipation of the order to take 
up the march. With full overseas equipment 
the company advanced by foot to the railroad 
at Camp Mills, thence to Long Island city and 
by ferry to the Brooklyn docks where it board- 
ed the Maunganui, a New Zealand ex-freighter 
equipped for troop movements. 



For eleven days the company, together with 
others of the regiment, bore with the Maun- 
ganui in her toiling across the Atlantic. It is 
doubtful that a ship equipped with navigating 
instruments ever took such a zig-zag course be- 
fore Little objection was raised, however, 
to her fanatic movements, for each man real- 
ized the danger lurking beneath the waves in 




Intent. Roland Iioeffler 

the form of the submarines. It was to dodge 
these dreaded craft that eleven days were spent 
in this uncomfortable form of travel. At last 
on the morning of August 1 0th the Maun- 
ganui entered the North Channel, sailed down 
the Irish coast and laid in wait outside the har- 
bor of Liverpool. A heavy fog prevented her 
entering immediately, but the delay, even 
within sight of the end of our journey, was not 
unwelcome. Safe in the quiet harbor a final 
rest was needed by the men. Later in the day 
a landing was made at Liverpool and all troops 
disembarked. The regiment was welcomed by 
a British band and a large delegation of the 




Iileut. Cbarles A. Coryell 

civilian population of Liverpool. 1 he spirit 
of the affair was not boisterous, but the appre- 
ciation "of a friend in need" as "a friend in- 
deed" was obvious in the kindly attitude of 



— 151 



the Britishers. The company marched through 
Liverpool to the railroad station, thence in a 
comfortable and fast train to Southampton. 
Here again the same shout of welcome and evi- 
dence of gratitude on the part of the people 
was encountered. Owing to the 
condition at Southampton 
accommodations there were 
poor. However, they had to 
be borne but one night. Thor- 
ough impression of the serious- 
ness of affairs was first candid 
at Le Havre. A guard was 
thrown about the camp with 
specific orders that no Ameri- 
can should go out and that 




Iiieut. Max (xorton 

none other than British and Americans should 
endure these orders seemed unusual, but the 
necessity of absolute secrecy was impressed 
upon the men by the recounting of the misfor- 
tunes which had befallen our Allies previously 
owing to a laxity in their giving out informa- 
tion. 

Early in the next day the U. S. S. Harvard 
took the entire regiment across the British 
Channel to Le Havre. One night at Le Havre 



At Messac the berries were thick on the 
bushes lining our field. Private Barsook thought 
just one or two would not so bad in spite of 
the orders against picking them. He was dis- 
covered in the act and given a fevf days K. P. 
"Hell," said Barsook afterwards, "it's a good 
thins I didn't pick a quart or I'd be on K. P. 
the rest of my life." 



(which was sufficient for more reasons than 
one) and again the advance was taken up, but 
this time for a point not known to the men 
until after two days of riding on the rickety 
French railroad. The ultimate destination was 
Messac. 

Of all the enjoyable features, which were 
few at best, the stay at Messac probably will 
remain foremost in memories of the trip 



abroad. Through the indulgence of the com- 
manding officer the men were permitted to 
rest and enjoy the majesty and splendor of 
that historic part, a land at one time so rich in 
romance. The beautiful river which separates 
the village of Messac into two 
parts was warm and quite as 
inviting a bathing place as 
could be w^ished for. The rest 
from drills and lectures while 
at this place was most fortu- 
nate, just preceding the period 
of final training which taxed 
the personnel to its utmost. 

From Messac the company 
went by foot to Camp Coet- 
quidan. Of this camp many 
interesting stories have been 
told and it was a fitting back- 
ground in its historic signifi- 
cance, for the final training the 
men were to receive before 
entering the conflict on the 
western front. The advance 
party was overtaken in this 
place and was assigned to the 
company for duty. It is to be regretted that 
the troops had to enter this climate at a season 
of the year which is conceded to be the worst. 
Serious misfortune in the form of disease which 
overtook members of the company here was 
due not at all to any weakened physical con- 
dition, but solely to the damp climate. The 
severest task of all was becoming acclimated. 
Once good health recovered after the first 
blow from the elements, the final training 



Virgil D. Dukes 




I.ient. Wara C. Smith 

period began in earnest. The company was 
divided into details for the last time and each 
detail was assigned to its larger organization 
of the regiment for active duty. It was during 
this period of training at Coetquidan that the 
final lesson of unity in action and co-operation 
was taught. Vivid impressions of the war at 
'a distance were given and the company ap- 
proached as near to the real as was possible 



152 



without actually entering the battlefield. 

A secret hope in the heart of most every 
American soldier on his way to the front was 
that he might at least pass through Paris. 
This hope was blasted, however, by the con- 
gested condition of the rail- 
roads. The train was detoured 
near the outskirts of the French 
capital and, within sight of the 
suburbs, the famous city was 
skirted and to the majority the 
last chance was lost. Later, 
after the armistice, some of the 
men w^ere granted leave to 
visit Paris, but to those who 
were less fortunate, the little 
act of the railroad men in 
switching the train around will 
ever be held against them. 

Journeying to the very brink 
of the war zone with scarcely a 
stop long enough o afford a rest 
the company was detrained 
some twenty kilometers from 
the little town of Orquevaux. 
So near to the scene of action 
it was necessary tq exercise 
great care in order to keep 
aviator, who was at that time 
ifrom leaning the whereabouts 
ganization, and paying unwelcome 
That doubtless was the reason why Orque- 
vaux was chosen as the nex stopping place. 
Hidded deep in the hills it afforded pro- 
tection from scouts, and on account of the 
climate and water a very suitable place for a 
final rest before gonig into the lines. Little 
work and a good deal of play was indulged in 
at this stop. 

The next move, which was by rail, skirted 
the battle area, and landed the company at 




taken up. Two days of slow progress and one 
night in a stable netted a gain of some thirty 
kilometers. The company was halted after 
darkness on the outskirts of a dense wood and 
pitched camp. It wasn't much of a camp, but 
after two such days the graves 
and shell holes beneath and the 
shells and planes overhead 
didn't interfere much with the 
night's sleep. Early in the 
morning the company moved 
into the woods, where the 
whole of the battalion was hid- 
den. The chances are that the 
hours which followed will long 
be remembered, and scarcely 
as ones of great pleasure. It 



Uent. 
Clifford R. Camahan 



the 
very 
of 



enemy 

active, 

the or- 

visits. 





Domgermain, a small supply depot near Toul. 
It was in not a single feature like Orquevaux. 
Lying exposed on the side of a hill, the only 
protection that could be depended upon was 
the series of anti-aircraft batteries which sur- 
rounded it, and that could not be depended on 
too much. Evidence of such a truth was plain 
the first night the troops were billeted there. 
German flyers, far out of reach of the guns, 
circled over the town, apparently with no fear 
of being struck. 

A day and night's rest and the march was 



Ueut. William F. Oregrson 

was the first view at close range of the world 
war. The woods had not long been rid of 
the Germans, and the effects of the battle that 
raged there were evident on every hand. 

It has probably been truthfully quoted many 
times that a man never knows just how he will 
feel on the eve of going into battle, and that 
he never really feels like he thought he would 
feel. The exact moment at which the change 
takes place is hard to tell, but the chances that 
the rapid evolution of feeling took place then 
and there with the men of the company are 
very good. 

A slightly different proposition confronted 
the men of the headquarters company than 
that of other companies. It was not a case of 
"shoulder firm to shoulder" with them, but 
rather a case of man for man because they 
were soon to be separated and each individual 
to go about his duties with his little detail or, 
in many cases, all alone. The company could 
little longer be a unit, for its duties demanded 
that it separate. 



But, Pat, didn't they tell you to join the ar- 
tillery and ride? 



153 — 



The last meal together was eaten at the little 
town of Bouillionville which was to be regi- 
mental headquarters. From there the men 
went in little groups to different parts of the 
immediate sector to follow up their line of duty. 
Not until after the war had 
been won were the ranks of 
the company reunited and good 
friends again permitted to be 
together. 

A story of what happened in 
the headquarters company dur- 
ing their stay at the front would 




Ueut. Oscar C. Iianders 
be a disconnected, badly broken up affair, and 
can be better told in the stories of each detail. 
A more fortunate unit could not have gone 
forward, however, because when the roll was 
called some two weeks later not a man was 
missing. In fact, there were a few extra pres- 
ent. That may sound peculiar, but it was a 
common occurrence in every company. Not 
all the units which went to the front came out 
as they went in and many a man found himself 



Shorty Janecek grew tired of the routine at 
Pont-a-Mousson and decided to explore the 
town across the river. The M. P. stopped him 
at the bridge. He went away, did a little sal- 
vaging and returned in a short time wearing an 
old French cap and coat. "Here, you can't go 
across that bridge." "No compree, no com- 
pree," from Janecek. "Get across there, you 
no compree frog," said the guard and Shorty 
went merrily on his way. 



The fighting over, a period of relaxation, at 
least from the more strenuous forms of treiin- 
^ng, was welcome, it is not to be understood 
that any laxity of discipline was tolerated. On 
the other hand, the health and morale, of any- 
thing, were improved. 

For billets the company 
drew a college building on the 
very banks of the river. "A 
school superior for young wom- 
en" was quickly converted into 
a winter home abroad for 
young Americans. And the 
young Americans knew how to 
make themselves comfortable. 
Winter was at hand and the 
soldier's fancies lightly turned 
to thoughts of stoves and fire- 
wood. The former proved 
easy to get. The latter wasn't 
so hard to get until the General 
decided it would be a violation 
of orders to remove wood of 
any kind from houses, barns, sheds, lots or any- 
where, not matter in what condition it existed. 
The order was enforced all right, but it wasn't 
a freeze-out. 

The only thing that really marred the hap- 
piness in expectancy of a trip back home was a 
gift by someone of a hundred or so head of 
horses. It is to be doubted that ever a more 
forlorn group of brutes was ushered into the 
presence of man. The contracting ability had 
been exercised between their bodies and all 
equestrian diseases, and their temper was out- 
pointed only by their distemper. It may have 
been some pleasure, however, when a month 
or two later the company lined up and watched 
the blind and the lame and the halt amble out 
of the stable lot for the last time, a living 
tribute to the worthiness of the army humane 
society, organized for the preservation of the 
army mule. 



Harold W. Mead 



without a company when the battle was over. 
In a case like that nothing could be more 
American than to report to the first command 
encountered for duty. These strangers, of 
course, did not remain, but were in due time 
transferred to posts where they were more 
needed. 

An assembly of the company took place 
at Pont-a-Mousson on the Moselle river. 
Fortunate in the extreme were the troops 
located in Pont-a-Mousson. The city, al- 
though badly shell torn, was homelike com- 
pared to some places where troops had to bil- 
let. Quarters were comfortable and regular- 
ity in company habits was soon established. 




Basket ball, football, baseball and track 
events claimed first honors in the roll of enter- 
tainment. Night life was not exactly gay, yet a 
group of soldiers just out of battle, gathered 
about an open fireplace, could and did find lots 
of interesting things to talk about. The most 
popular rumor of the day was the one that we 
were going home. It took a long time for that 
to evolve into a reality, however, and when 
the final command to move came, six weeks 
had slipped away. The time was profitably 
spent by most of the men, however, and will 



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not be recorded in the same class with other 
periods. A large percentage of the company 
took advantage of the army school which was 
opened in Pont-a-Mousson to study courses 
parallel with those in the modern grade school. 
It was decided that a history 
of the regiment should be com- 
piled and work on that de- 



Rusak, the company tailor, 
was approached at St. Calais by 
a 328th officer and asked to fix 
a coat. "Tree twent-eight shoe 
man no fix shoe for one my 
lieutenants, me no fix coat for 
tree twent-eight." 



the United States. No digression from the pre- 
scribed course w^as made by a single man of 
the company. 

The company marched off the world's larg- 
est steamship at Hoboken, N. J. Retracing the 
course taken on leaving the 
United States ten months pre- 
vious, the whole regiment went 
to Camp Mills and thence by 
ferry and rail to Camp Custer, 
the original starting point. The 
mustering-out machinery was 



manded the attention of some, 

especially the photographers, 

during the greater part of the 

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With warm weather came the 
command to move. Anxiety to get home 
made the trip in box cars bearable and with 
the final lap of the long journey to the war 
and back almost within sight new^ life and 
energy gripped the company. Had it not been 
for the dauntless spirit of the men it is not 





unlikely that a repetition of the misfortunes 
that overtook the company at Camp Coetqui- 
dan would have occurred, as we encountered 
the worst of all conditions, both from the 
standpoint of weather and billets at the village 
of St. Calais. Near cases of pneumonia were 
beaten by a great 
many of the men and 
although they stag- 
gered under the at- 
tacks of influenza and 
la grippe the ranks 
were full when the 
last leg of the journey 
to the sea was entered 
on. 

Travel specifica- 
tions for the whole 
regiment read via 
Brest and the final 
cootie baths and the 
U. S. S. Leviathan to Headauarters Co. 

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Kieut. Harney B. Stover 

set in motion almost immediately and in less 
than a week every man was on his way home 
with an honorable discharge in his pocket. 

In looking back over the record of events 
recorded against the Headquarters Company, 
a story of interest is written between the lines. 
Headed by officers who were for the men and 
composed of men who were for their officers, 
and composed of men and officers who real- 
ized their obligations to their country and to 
one another, the company lived its life in the 
service of a cause in which it believed, to the 
best advantage it knew how. In disbanding 
its members scattered to all parts of the coun- 
try, but not one has gone to the furthermost 
point without the indelible imprint in his char- 
acter and personality made by a host of friends 
well met, and worthily dealt with. 



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Billets — ^Font-a-Mousson 
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SUPPLY 
COMPANY 



Supply companies have been organized in 
the army to carry on the work in a regiment, 
the name itself suggests, and even mail order 
houses do not carry, and dispose of, a more 
varied line of necessities. 

A Supply Company, better known as a 
"Fatigue Outfit," is usually given little or no 
credit, but were it not for the untiring efforts 
of the entire company from the Captain down 
to the lowest buck private, and even the lowly 
mule, the remaining organizations in a regi- 
ment would find difficulty in existing. 

On September 5, 1917, the 329th F. A. 
Supply Company was organized at Camp Cus- 
ter, Michigan, under the able supervision of 
Captain Glenn E. Phillips and Lieutenant Clif- 
ton L. Barnum, who began business with a 
band of men, or rather would-be soldiers, large 
enough to form a squad which did "Squads 
East and West" the better part of two weeks. 

More selects began to arrive on September 
2 1 st and with the coming of the new rookies 
things in general began to develop rapidly and 
from "Squads East and West" the gang turned 
to mule-taming and wagon-building. 

From chaotic masses of bolts, wheels, side- 
boards, tail-gates, bottoms and everything else 
that is required for the job, real army Escort 
Wagons grew, and the wildest mule soon be- 
came as gentle as a kitten (almost). 

Breaking-in the long-eared creatures was by 
no means a pleasant or easy task, and every- 
body, ribbon-clerks, bookkeepers, lawyers, 
farmers and laborers, all found difficulty in 
keeping steady knees when they were ordered 
to manicure the "pet" assigned to them, for 
mules have an excellent reputation for execut- 
ing foot-movements from the rear, and these 
jacks were no exception. 

Some wise mule-skinner has described his 
favorite animal as being a "Reptile with the 
ambition for work of a buck private and hav- 
ing the disposition of a First Sergeant." 

After a few weeks of patient toil, a well 
organized wagon-train had developed and the 
company began real business. It would be 
useless to enumerate the various items of 
equipment and supplies that were drawn and 
issued to maintain the regiment and to prepare 
it for Overseas Service, but try to imagine 
what might be seen in a blacksmith shop, sad- 



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dlery, shoe shop, stationery store, butcher 
shop, grocery store, music establishment, coal 
and wood yard, clothing firm, feed store and 
everything a ten-cent store or second-hand pal- 
ace crowds on its counters, then you have 
some idea of what passes thru the hands of a 
Supply Officer and his staff. 

Getting and issuing equipnjent and materiel 
is only a part of the work, the most important 
and nerve-wrecking end of the game is the ac- 
counting for government property. Many a 
night was spent on paper-work and not only 
nights, but Sundays and holidays found the 
office staff laboring at their desks while the 
mules and drivers w^ere assisting the Engineers 
at road-building, consequently the coveted 
Detroit and Battle Creek passes were not as 
numerous as the demand warranted, but the 
company toiled on uncomplainingly. 

Spring came and passed, and the same rou- 
tine garrison duties were performed, but with 
the coming of Summer, old Dame Rumor was 
busy spreading reports concerning an early de- 
parture for European service and soon after 
rumors became facts. After ten months of 
Camp Custer service, the news was received 
w^ith much enthusiasm and nobody failed to 
work at top speed in order to be ready to 
leave when the order arrived. 

Enough lumber, strap-iron, nails and paint 
w^as draw^n to almost start a new camp and 
within a short time each organization had 
built a stack of neatly made and stenciled 
boxes and crates which w^hen packed filled five 
real U. S. box cars. 

The trip across the sea on the Maunganui 
was uneventful and not the least bit exciting. 
The daring submarine failed to make an ap- 
pearance, not even to amuse the boys who 
joined the army to see the world and all it 
contained. 

After eleven days of seafaring the coasts of 
Ireland and Scotland were sighted and before 
many hours had passed all troops debarked at 
Liverpool. The stop at this city was indeed a 
short one, as transportation was awaiting to 
move the regiment across the country to South- 
ampton, where the 329th encountered its first 
experience with a rest camp. Why such 
places were designated as "REST CAMPS" is 
a puzzle that will never be solved, yet there 



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was one thing comforting and that was the 
fact that the floors of the barracks were of 
SOFT wood which helped considerably to rest 
weary limbs. 

The next day the company sailed across the 
English Channel to France and landed at Le 
Havre where another rest camp was found. 
After a night of rest, orders arrived directing 
the first move over the famous 40 Hommes et 
8 Chevaux route. When 32 men occupied one 




Capt. Qlenn E. PliilUps 

of these renowned French Pullmans, it was 
more or less a novelty to make an effort to get 
a sleep, there were entirely too many feet in 
the car and but for that fact, the trick might 
have beeen accomplished with a few previous 
drills by the numbers. It seemed quite evi- 
dent that the originator of the plan had some 
idea of creating a four-in-one combination, 
sleeping, dining, parlor and horse car and 
for some unknown reason, perhaps German 
propaganda, the vehicle passed censorship. 

The journey ended at a little French town 
called Messac, where the company spent about 
ten days hauling rations to the other organiza- 
tions and ten nights sampling the various 
brands of wet goods. 

After these few days of leisure and a long 
hike with full packs. Camp Coetquidan was 
reached and here the Company resumed the 
duties it had dropped at Camp Custer. 

Equipment was drawn according to the 
latest Manuals for Service in Europe. The 
faithful mule was a thing of the past. Horses 
replaced them much to the regret of the 
wagoners, and the fine army escort wagons 
gave way to what was known as British service 
wagons, which were a poor substitute for the 
excellent train that was left under the sheds in 
Michigan, thousands of miles away. Before 
departing for the front, however, the wagoners 
assembled another train of American escorts 
which made traveling a good bit easier. 

With rations for a five-day period, and all 
combat equipment, the company left Coet- 
quidan for the front on October 26, 1918. 
Railroad tremsportation ended at Domgermain, 
where the regiment assembled for the march 



into the advance section. The column, com- 
posed of supply train, rolling kitchens, ra- 
tion cars, w^ater carts, caissons, pieces and 
limbers, together with long lines of troops 
wearing steel helmets and gas masks, was an 
impressive sight and made a fellow feel proud 
to be serving under Old Glory. 

The period at the front was long enough to 
give the Supply Staff a few sleepless nights 
wondering how to get the necessary rations 
and supplies from the base sections for the 
troops in the pits. With the exception of a few 
shells during the nights, Fritz in no way 
harassed the Supply Company, nevertheless, it 
was a big relief when news of the signing of the 
armistice arrived. It meant that difficulties in 
obtaining food and equipment were over and 
with no regret the village of Bouillionville was 
evacuated two days later and the never-to-be- 
forgotten hike to Pont-a-Mousson com- 
menced. 

Over the shell-torn roads thru No-Mans- 
Land, up hill and down hill the boys who 
joined the artillery to ride, hiked on, with 
heavy packs loaded down with souvenirs, and 
on November 15 th settled at Pont-a-Mousson, 
a tow^n that had been a target for German 
artillery and aerial bombs, rendering a once 
thriving town a mass of ruins. 

From this time, the big question was — When 
do we go home? — and scarcely a day passed 
without some rumor about leaving for Amer- 
ica. 

Life in this town was at its best monoto- 
nous. The place was deserted and the boys 
awaited patiently for the wrecks, that were at 




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one time lively cafes, to resume business and 
as a matter of fact, this was the first line of 
business to be established, which helped much 
to make life worth living and likewise afforded 
a means for disposing of accumulated francs. 
As a joy-killer rumors with some foundation 
were spread to the effect that the outfit was to 
be sent into Germany as part of the Army of 
Occupation. To strengthen these rumors and 
to damper home-going hopes, truck loads of 
equipment were drawn from Toul. However 
all noises about troop movements seemed to 
sift down to mere bubbles which finally burst. 



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leaving the disappointed or sometimes heart- 
ened boys to wonder what the next one 
would be. 

It was in the early days of February that the 
order to make ready for moving to the coast 
arrived. This news was received with more 
enthusiasm than the signing of the armistice 
and with exceptional speed the equipment 
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— Taken at Camp Mills 



various depots and within a few^ days all were 
ready to board the French sleeping cars for 
the journey into the Le Mans Embarkation 
Area. 

The trip required a period of three days 
and nights, but nobody complained. Home 
was in sight and nothing was too hard to go 
thru to reach that destination. Even the much 
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At a small town called St. Calais, the com- 
pany was billeted for about three weeks. it 
■was a big relief to be settled in a place that 
was surrounded by pretty green farms and void 
of the damaging effect of shell fire. There 
were restaurants here, also cafes and regular 
stores all of which benefited greatly by the 
sojourn of the company, the members of which 
found it a novelty to test all the various brands 
of spirits and to buy as many souvenirs as their 
packs would hold. 

Personal equipment which was much in de- 
mand at this time, was drawn at Le Mans, a 
distance of about twenty-five miles. The trip 




Iiieut. Alexander S. TUange 

to the warehouses and back to St. Calais was 
an all-day grind for the motor trucks and de- 
tails unless something went wrong with the en- 
gine or the road was lost, making it necessary 
for the crew to camp in some French barn over 
chickens, pigs, cows and horses, awaiting day- 
break for help to arrive. 

The next stop was at Camp D'Auvours, 
which had been at one time a Belgian artillery 
training camp. This place afforded an op- 
portunity to replace all shortages in personal 
equipment and after the customary inspec- 
tions the company again resumed its advance 
on Brest, the much-talked-of Port of Embark- 
ation. Living conditions in Camp Pontanezen 
were as good as any the outfit encountered 
during its wandering over the so-called Sunny 
France. It is true, rain fell regularly almost 
every day and there was mud, but since the 
rain could hardly be prevented, mud was to be 
expected. There were sidewalks and duck- 
boards and no particular hardships resulting 
from the mud were felt. 

Considering the number of men to be fed 
and conditions in general, the meals served 
were good. There ■was plenty of food and 
while at times it was somewhat slummy, there 
was no reason why anyone should have gone 
hungry. 

One thing, however, that w^as given little or 
no publicity, and which seemed always to 
escape the notice of the numerous investiga- 



tors, was the amount of fatigue work forced 
upon the men awaiting embarkation. Every 
man was willing to do something to help pass 
the time, but it was hard for him to understand 
why he should be called upon to w^ork in a 
stone quarry on a Sunday in the rain, or during 
the night hours on any occasion. 

If the German prisoners and labor battal- 
ions were allowed the day of rest, it does not 
seem possible that the work was so necessary 
that men of good standing should be called 
upon to split a rock on a Sunday. This unnec- 
essary fatigue ■work was the only condition at 
Brest that brought forth complaints from the 
men of this company. Even then they had no 
come-back. To protest would perhaps have 
meant a longer stay at the port. 

After a two-week stay at Pontanezen, the 
mighty Leviathan steamed into the port and 
orders were issued to the Supply Company to 
embark the next morning. It worked wonders 
with the spirits of the men. Home, without a 
doubt, was now vs^ithin grasp and the company 
ceased to be a source of supply for the regi- 
ment. Why shouldn't they have been happy? 

Ordnance DetacHment 

One of the least heard of, and one of the 
most necessary departments of the regiment is 
the detachment of enlisted men who draw, 
issue, account, repair, and otherwise maintain 
the Ordnance equipment of the regiment. 

In order to get men for this special work, 
they picked men from the batteries of the regi- 
ment w^hose former occupation best suited 
them for the job, and sent them to the Divi- 
sion Ordnance School at Camp Custer. On 
completion of the course, the men were trans- 
ferred to the Ordnance Detachment, 329th 

F. A. 

Out of the little detachment of two non- 
commissioned officers and two privates, it has 
grown until before we left Camp Custer it 



Uncle: The French have gained 400 meters 
from the enemy." 

Auntie: "How splendid! That should help to 
put a stop to those dreadful gas attacks." 



boasted of twelve men: One Ordnance Ser- 
geant, one Sergeant of Ordnance, two Cor- 
porals, three privates, first class, five privates. 
Private McNulty having been promoted to the 
rank of corporal during the growth of the 
outfit. The other corporal, Henry J. Sievers, 
a new man in the outfit, claiming his date of 
enlistment as September 27th, 1 9 1 7, (that 
fateful month) being attached to Battery A. 
He was transferred to the Ordnance Detach- 
ment on March 26th, and was sent to Rock 
Island Arsenal along with three privates, Alan 
F. Danzer, Vern D. Cherry, and Thomas 



— 160 — 



Flaherty, for instruction in Ordnance repair 
work, the course lasting 28 days. Henry was 
promoted to the rank of corporal, making the 
roster of the detachment look something like 
this: 

George P. O'Brien, Ordnance Sergeant 

Norman C. Sharkey, Sergeant of Ordnance 

William J. McNulty, Corporal 

Henry J. Sievers, Corporal 

Vern D. Cherry, Private, first class 

Alan F. Danzer, Private, first class 

Thomas Flaherty, Private, first class 

Charles A. Anderson, Private 

Ollie E. Campbell, Private 

Bernard J. Darr, Private 

Harry Gardner, Private 

Henry Kar, Private 

Everything was going along fine, and not 
casting any reflections on the efficiency of the 
family. It might be said that during the train- 
ing at Camp Custer, before the first real field 
pieces arrived, the greater part of the Ord- 
nance devised and procured places to spend 
the time between reveille and retreat (ex- 
cept mess time) in quiet and undisturbed slum- 
ber, quite unknown to the daily inspectors, 
who found great delight in seeing and being 
sure that no one was "stalling on them." It 
may also be said that the sleep they lost at the 
front was simply a draft on the reserve they 
had acquired in the camp back in the good old 
U. S. A. How^ever, that cannot be altogether 
relied upon, as Corporal McNulty claimed that 
he must have more hours of sleep than the 
ordinary man because he slept more slowly, 
and therefore required more hours of slumber. 

But it was not all sleep for the boys in the 
Ordnance, and many a meal found them ab- 
sent from the festive board, and at the ware- 
house No. 1313 issuing equipment to the men 
who were always arriving and leaving when 
Custer was a replacement depot. But now 
comes the tragedy. Someone in Washington 
must have had a grudge against the 329th, so 
ordered four 3-inch guns (in name only) 
shipped to us. They were the most dilapi- 
dated pieces of destruction ever devised by 
man. It was up to the ordnance to fix them 
up. Many a weary day was spent in repairing 
and cleaning them up to make them look like 
something. Then the batteries began using 
them for drilling purposes. You can't imagine 
what a bunch of green hands can do to a gun, 
unless you are on the repair end. Finally they 
get used to the old things and got up nerve 
enough to suggest target practice. More 
work — the ordnance had to handle all the am- 
munition. Well, they took the guns into a field, 
well behind a hill so that in case the guns did 
blow up they would not destroy the Officers' 
Quarters or Officers' Mess. Always an ord- 
nance man going to take care of the "duds" 
and to repair the faulty pieces. It was at tar- 
get practice that the boys of this regiment got 
all their muscle — the guns would never return 



to battery, so the whole gun crew would get 
on it and push. 

Then came the harness. (Oh, sure, the ord- 
nance men handled that, too.) It was worse 
than the guns. It looked as if it had been used 
in the Battle of Bunker Hill. 

Did they use artillery in that battle? Well, 
if it wasn't there, it should have been. 

But at last came the new harness! It was a 
joy to behold because, you see, we weren't 
used to handling new stuff. They didn't have 




Supply Company Billetts — Pont-a-Mousson 

to threaten the supply sergeants to take this 
stuff, they just grabbed it as if it were a dream. 

Then came the new British "75s" — more 
work for the Ordnance to put them in condi- 
tion. But we were glad to do it, because we 
knew we would not have to baby them along 
to keep them in good humor so the batteries 
could enjoy shooting them. 

Do you know anything of army paper 
work? There is where the Sergeant of Ord- 
nance's work comes in. It is the most intricate 
system ever devised for keeping one awake 
at nights, having to account for every nut, 
screw or pin ever received. In order to carry 
all the property on hand in the regiment at one 
time it takes a large set of books which has to 
be absolutely correct, because the Ordnance 
Department is the strictest when it comes to ac- 
countability. It is the Ordnance Sergeant's job 
to see that everything runs right, from paper 
work to drawing, issuing and repairing ma- 
teriel. 

But the big time came when we were to 



— 161 — 



leave Custer to travel abroad for a visit with 
the French. Had to turn in all our guns, 
caissons, limbers, old harness, etc. They were 
shipped to Camp Taylor, an officers' training 
school. We think they shipped them there to 
teach the officers to control their tempers. 

At Camp Mills where everyone is supposed 
to rest and get equipped, the Ordance men 
again had to work overtime drawing equip- 
ment. As it was not issued to the batteries, it 
was up to the ordnance men to pack it and do 
the marking necessary for overseas shipping. 

The next time we see ordnance is in the little 
village of Messac, a quaint little old town, full 
of hard cider and wine. There they again 
made themselves useful, helping to dispose of 



At Lagney the detachment split, the Ordnance 
Sergeant w^ith five men going with regimental 
headquarters and first battalion and the Ser- 
geant of Ordnance with four men going with 
the second battalion. 

Then came the monotonous work of supply- 
ing grease, oils, ammunition, replacement of 
defective equipment and damaged property. 
The ammunition was handled by the muni- 
tions officer. Second Lieutenant Ward L. Strat- 
ton. The scheme of handling the ammunition 
was simple and effective. Every battery was 
supposed to have a day and a half's supply of 
ammunition on hand. Every day at 3:00 
o'clock (in France, fifteen heuers) the bat- 
teries would make a report showing the amount 



Hell I I hate to think of mornin' as I lay here in the dark, 

1 hate to think of risin* to a mongrel whistle's bark — 

Just another round of drillin', doin' things that ain't no use, 

Left foot, right foot, left foot, givin' my poor corns abuse. 

1 can feel 'em now a-spreadin' as my legs grows stiff an' numb, 

Stickin' in their inner corners till you'd holler if you're dumb. 

Just another round of drillin' an' a lot of other junk, 

Learnin' heaps of stupid piffle when 1 might be in my bunk 

In the good told town behind me where the beer's on tap all night, 

.An' a guy -what's got a bank roll stands some chance of gettin' tight. 

Home! Ain't that a word with meanin'? How 1 wish — but here I am — 

In a minit I'll be dreamin', 1 can feel sleep comin' — DAMN! 

H. L. Jackson. 



the rations and supply their share to the fatigue 
details. 

The long, long trail to Coetquidan was an 
unceremonious affair, the Ordnance hiking 
alongside of their warrior brothers, but when 
they hit Camp Coetquidan and Vinegar Hill, 
their rear work began. They had a horror of 
being quartered in the same stable, it is told, 
that Napoleon had his horses in during this 
great war. 

They surely believed it because the boards 
that Napoleon's horse kicked out were still out 
and the rats were above the ordinary in size 
and nerve. Half of the Custer freight did not 
arrive so they had to be re-equipped, also had 
to take some American equipment away and 
substitute French. 

Then came the departure to the front. Again 
they moved with the Supply Cook, and it was 
a proud outfit that boasted of the Ordnance 
Detachment being a guest. All was well until 
a little town called Domgermain was sighted. 
There the regiment stopped to square them- 
selves with the records. They closed their 
eyes and turned in everything they could lay 
their hands on — all that the faithful little 
ordnance had worked so hard to supply them 
with in their training. Again they moved 
and each move saw them nearer the final test. 



of ammunition on hand and the kind. The 
munition officer would consolidate the report 
and make a report showing shortage which 
was taken to the division ordnance officer who, 
after approving, caused it to be sent to the 
ammunition dump, where the batteries would 
draw "ammo" that night. Many a good story 
could be told about the batteries drawing am- 
munition and taking it up to the guns under 
fire, but we will leave that for the batteries 
to tell. 

After the armistice was signed ordnance 
moved to Pont-a-Mousson with the regiment, 
where a good part of the ordnance equipment 
was taken away. That necessitated the equip- 
ping of the regiment anew, for it was thought 
we would go with the Army of Occupation, 
but on receiving orders to get ready for home 
the batteries had to turn in their own equip- 
ment, thereby relieving the ordnance of a 
good, big job. 

With most of the work over the boys are 
awaiting anxiously for their trip across the 
deep blue, vowing that if there was ever an- 
other war it would not be ordnance work for 
them if they could help it but, of course, every- 
one says that about their line of work and if 
Uncle Sam again called you would see the 
same ones running for ordnance work. 



162 — 



Ordnance Equipment 



The army of the United States was the best 
equipped army that fought in the war. The 
gigantic task of handling the equipment fell 
largely to the ordnance department. Each 
unit from a regiment up has a separate ord- 
nance detachment which looks after the ord- 
nance issue. 

Frequent changes in ordnance are necessary 
owing to variation in mode of operation, but 
to gain an approximate idea of the expenditure 
necessary to equip a regiment the standard 
issues only need be considered. The fluctua- 
tion of prices precludes any possibility of cer- 
tified costs for all times but a price list taken 
at random, which appears to be about the 
average in most respects, quotes the personal 
equipment for one man at about $28.00. This 
includes in the greater part such articles as 
pistol, steel helmet, mess kit, canteens, pack 
carriers and first aid packets. To equip a regi- 
ment at full strength of about fifteen hundred 
men would cost $42,000. 

The light Field Artillery regiment is issued 
294 single mounts. Equipment for these ani- 
mals, including such as saddles, saddle blank- 
ets, bridle, spurs, halter and stable blanket, is 
quoted at $78.80 a piece, totaling $23,167.20 
for the regiment. For the draft horses, num- 
bering 4 1 4, the harness and stable equipment 
for each pair cost $241.84, making a total cost 
of $50,060. 

The necessary fire control instruments, 
equipped with the finest grade of lenses and 



requiring expert workmanship in construction, 
represent a big factor in expenditure for equip- 
ment. For operation at a battery command- 
er's station a sissor telescope, an aiming circle 
or goniometer and other smaller instruments 
are used, which list at about $1,1 00. Six such 
stations with two additional battalion stations 
and one regimental station (the latter equipped 
with a range finder) total a cost of $10,700. 

The greatest item of expense in outfitting a 
regiment of 75's for action is the guns wth 
their limbers and caissons. The French 75 
mm. which was used by our regiment was 
adopted for the emergency on account of its 
superiority in many respects. The advantages 
it held were largely due to the exacting meth- 
ods in its manufacture, which added greatly 
to its cost, a section being quoted at $1 1,900. 
Each of the six batteries has four sections and 
four guns, making a total in cost of $285,600. 

The cost of other rolling property such as 
wagons, kitchens and reel carts is conserva- 
tively placed at $23,500. Carpenter's tools, 
blacksmith, wagoner and shoemaker's equip- 
ment figure about $1,045. 

It must be remembered that by adding the 
cost of all these articles that only the cost of 
one, and the original, issue is known. The 
number of replacements necessary depends on 
the sort of work the organization is doing. In 
a strenuous campaign a complete re-issue might 
be necessary in two weeks, while in garrison 
perhaps not until the ordnance styles changed. 




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MEDICAL 

DETACHMENT 




Shortly after the United States declared war 
against the militarism of the German govern- 
ment, medical training camps were established 
at some of the permanent army posts scat- 
tered throughout the United States. One of 
these camps was located at Fort Benjamin 
Harrison, Indiana (being a short distance from 
Indianapolis, the state capital). Doctors of 
the Medical Reserve Corps of almost every 
state within a radius of 750 miles were as- 
sembled here, together with several thousand 
men of the Medical Corps, Regular Army, 
from the various recruiting depots such as Jef- 
ferson Barracks, Mo., Columbus Barracks, O., 
and Ft. Thomas, Ky. It was here that the de- 
tachment, Medical Department, No. 12, Ar- 
tillery section, was organized per telegraphic 
orders from the War Department, dated Au- 
gust 23, 1917, which also directed us to pro- 
ceed to Camp Custer, Michigan, located near 
Battle Creek. The detachment at this time 
numbered three Medical officers and twelve 
Medical Corps men, being Captain James J. 
Haviland, First Lieutenant William A. Cope- 
land and First Lieutenant Forrest Reese, Ser- 
geant M. F. Wetzel, Corporal C. W. Adkis- 
son. Privates G. Baker, P. Catalano, E. L. 
Flower, H. G. Hart, M. T. Kryah, D. V. Mc 
Cully, L. Merique, F. L. Scott, F. Shockley and 
Private John Karazin w^ho was left sick in the 
post hospital. 

We left Fort Benjamin Harrison, Ind., in the 
early morning of August 27, 1917, and ar- 
rived at our new location in the evening of the 
same day. Camp Custer was located on and 
among the sand hills which border the Kala- 
mazoo River, so naturally our first impression 
on getting off the train was the depth of the 
sand and the enormous mounds of it. From 
the train we marched with full pack along a 
road w^hich was merely a path through a corn 
field, up a giant hill which only served to in- 
crease our respect for the dimensionous Michi- 
gan sand mounds both in height and depth, 
to our first view of Camp Custer. 

The first impression was that of seeing an 
enormous lumber yard, with sheds here and 
there in the course of construction. There 
were no roads, only dusty lanes between piles 
of building and waste material. To one side 



was a building with many partitioned or 
"stalled" windows where we were told the 
workmen (of which there w^ere several thou- 
sand) checked in and out each day and re- 
ceived their wages. The most peculiar thing 
was the army post with the absence of sol- 
diers. Besides those who came on the same 




major J. J. Haviland 

train with us there were only a few in uniform 
here and there (from a Michigan National 
Guard Infantry Regiment) doing guard duty. 
Passing through all this confusion we came 
to a series of skeleton and half-constructed 
buildings. Just beyond this were a few build- 
ings which the workmen had just completed. 
In one of these the Y. M. C. A. had improvised 
a reading and writing room. One nearby was 
destined to be our home for a few days, which 
we spent quietly doing nothing. 



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On August 31, 1917, we were informed that 
the Detachment Medical Department No. 1 2 
was attached to the 329th Field Artillery for 
duty. The 329th Field Artillery was then a 
myth as far as fighting power was concerned, 
for it was only a '"paper regiment" with no 
combatant troops. About September 4, 1917, 
the first of the men called to the colors through 




Capt. William A. Copeland 

the selective service act arrived at camp. Dur- 
ing the next few^ days more followed, until the 
first quota was filled. All through our inten- 
sive training season at Fort Benjamin Harrison 
we were wondering what important role we 
were to play in counter balance to the long 
hours we had spent in study. We were soon 
to know and our initiation was in the examina- 
tion barracks. Each man coming to camp must 
be given a thorough physical examination. 
This, together with the medical attention of 
the men and the administration of the famous 
triple typhoid vaccine and smallpox vaccina- 
tion, comprised our varied duties. 

At this time we received two new men, Ig- 
nace T. Becker and Thomas B. McCune, both 
from Detroit. Soon after First Lieutenant For- 
rest Reese, M. C, was relieved from duty and 
directed to proceed to Camp Shelby, Miss. 
On September 20, 1917, the next quota of 
selects began to arrive and with them came 
ten new men for us: George Johnson, Alex- 
ander Kelley, Juel Lundquest, Edward Nicklas, 
Arthur Petey, Albert Schuster, Edgar H. Rupp, 
Andy Telep, Albert Toggweiler and Lester 
Useted. While these men were adapting them- 
selves to their scientific environment the or- 
ganization was favored with the assignment of 
two Dental officers, First Lieutenants Clarence 
P. Landgrebe and Cornelius Locke. The regi- 
ment to which we were assigned having receiv- 
ed these quotas of men, we were in need of 
another Medical officer and First Lieutenant 
James A. Humphrey was assigned accordingly. 
Later came three other Medical Corps men: 



Anthony Socol, John Skarwat and Joseph 
Uberman. 

The gradual increase in the number of men 
in camp as different quotas were called and 
accepted soon called for more room and as 
the barracks for the Artillery Brigade were 
about completed, we left the Infantry section 
and took our place in our own barracks where 
we remained until we left for the port of em- 
barkation. As the men became acclimated 
to their work and surroundings, less sickness 
was prevalent in the regiment and less men 
were accordingly needed to carry on the medi- 
cal duties. For this cause our organization 
suffered a number of transfers, namely: Pri- 
vates Baker, McCully, Merique, Kryah, Shock- 
ley, Kelley, Lundquest, Nicklas, Petey, Togg- 
weiler, Telep, Useted, Socol, Skarwat and 
Uberman. These transfers were marked by 
the assignment of a new Dental officer. First 
Lieutenant Albert W. Farley. 

Then began the famous battle of steam 
pipes, ending, to our joy (?) July 16, 1918. 
What wonderful, terrible days! How we hated 
and cherished them! Electric lights and steam 
heat; water hot, cold or indifferent. Show- 
ers, inside, if you please. Passes twice a week 
with Wednesday and Saturday afternoons off 
duty as well as Sunday. Commissary and can- 
teen near at hand. Real homelike feeds at 
Battle Creek with now and then a short leave 
to skip home. How terrible the hardships of 
those days compared with the sunshine of 
France! Compared with the all hours out- 




Capt. I^inton C. McAfee 

door "shower" of the A. E. F. and the invisible 
candle gleam of the front. This was the quiet 
battle but one not soon to be forgotten. 

Our time from this period until our depar- 
ture from the camp was a mixture of our reg- 
ular medical duties such as care of the sick, 
sanitary inspections, physical examinations, 
etc., together with various periods of intensive 



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Medical Oetacliiuent — Taken at Camp Mills 



school studies. These included hygiene, sani- 
tation, first aid, anatomy, physiology, phar- 
macy, therapeutics and dietetics. When the 
weather permitted these classes were inter- 
spersed with outdoor instructions such as foot 
drill, litter drill and field maneuvers. 

Just before Christmas, 1917, the organiza- 
tion received a valuable addition in the person 
of Alfred H. Lov^fther who ^vas a graduate 
dentist. At this time orders from division 
headquarters to the effect that all men possible 
would be given a few days of the holidays at 
home was hailed with joy. Most of the men 
of the Medical Detachment enjoyed the con- 
tent of this order but a few were not so for- 
tunate, having homes at such a distance that 
the time allowed was not sufficient. Christ- 
mas and New^ Years passed and the usual rou- 
tine was again in progress but there 
was lingering in the minds of all a 
pleasant memory of our Christmas 
dinner (for we had a real feed in 
camp, too) intermingled with the 
novelty of abundant presents, to- 
gether with candy (and toothaches) 
furnished by the Red Cross and 
other patriotic societies. 

The first two months of the New Year saw 
quite a few changes in our detachment. The 
first was the promotion of Captain James J. 
Haviland to Major. Then First Lieutenant 
Albert W. Farley, Dental Corps, was trans- 
ferred. Following this Lance Corporal Finley 
L. Scott was promoted to Sergeant, Medical 
Department and Corporal Charles W. Adkis- 
son was sent to the general hospital. Fort Bay- 
ard, N. Mex. Next, First Lieutenant Clarence 
P. Landgrebe and First Lieutenant Cornelius 
Locke were promoted to Captain, D. C, and 
Captain Locke immediately transferred to the 
Canal Zone. At the same time Sergeant Mil- 
ton F. Wetzel was promoted to Sergeant, First 
Class, Medical Department. 




The next three months were spent mostly 
in school. Besides our regular detachment 
school, composed of subjects involving our 
medical duties, w^e had gas school, packers' 
school, physical training school and officers' 
school. School days did not seem half as bad 
as they sounded, especially when the snow was 
several feet deep and the mercury cramped 
itself around zero. As it gradually grew 
warmer with the coming of spring, outdoor 
activities seemed to predominate and we once 
more heard the shouted commands of litters 
left, right by four, on right into line, fall in 
with shovel and rake, etc., together w^ith ath- 
letic games and contests to liven the scene. 
Mounted reviews also seemed to gain favor 
and accordingly mounted drill was given both 
as work and for pleasure. But the pleasure 
was not grooming. 

May opened w^ith the promotion 
of First Lieutenant William A. Cope- 
land to Captain and ended with the 
assignment of Private Sam H. 
Voight, a pharmacist, to our detach- 
ment. June was much more excit- 
ing and witnessed a preparation for 
overseas travel both by materiel and 
personnel additions. During the first ten 
days, we received the addition of Privates 
Lewis Ives, Lewis Hoover, George R. Loree, 
William Pockley and Sergeant Clarence E. 
Netting. Following this Lewis Ives was 
transferred and Private Esmond G. Kilbourn, 
a pharmacist, was assigned in his place. Al- 
fred H. Lowther was at this time commissioned 
First Lieutenant in the Dental Corps and or- 
dered to report to the Commanding General, 
Port of Embarkation, Hoboken, N. J. To give 
the Dental Department their full quota of per- 
sonnel, First Lieutenants Clarence Mingis and 
Merle Stark, together with Privates Elliel, A. 
Waara and Benjamin Knoppow, as assistants, 
were assigned. The last few days of June 
found Privates Lawrence S. Hopper, William 




— 166 



Nicol, Richard Roberts, Joseph D. Smith, Sam- 
uel C. Thom and John H. Turner, all from 
Detroit, as members of our organization. 

July besides giving us two more men. Pri- 
vates Roy E. Matteson and William M. Taylor, 
gave us a mass of combat equipment, a multi- 
tude of inspections and a memory of our last 
days at Custer. Every article of equipment 
was checked and double checked, old garri- 
son equipage was turned in and new field fur- 
nishings were given instead. A complete quar- 
antine of the camp was established; the papers 
said measles but we thought different and the 
constant sound of hammer and saw and the 
steadily growng pile of boxes and crates 
marked via N. Y., together with the fastly- 
hlling sidings with empty passenger coaches, 
intimated that our guess was not far wrong. 

July 16, 1918, found us on our way. We 
passed through Detroit, crossed over, or rather 
under, into Windsor and up the Canadian side 
to Buffalo and thence to New York. We then 
crossed over the river to Long Island by ferry 
boat and late in the evening of July 1 7 we 
arrived at Camp Mills. Camp Mills was a 
city of tents. We thought the sand storms at 
Camp Custer were bad enough, but the dust 
storms here were even worse. Then came some 
more inspections. For a v^rhile it looked as if 
there was a race between take away, turn in, 
re-draw and re-issue. Supply officers and sup- 
ply sergeants seemed to revel in their satisfac- 
tion of big business. But at last, with the call- 
ing in of the old favorite service hat and the 
issue of the newly regulated overseas cap and 
spiral putties, the equipment and supply situa- 
tion was again settled. Some fine looking regi- 
ment we had the following morning. It usually 
takes about three weeks to learn how to wrap 
a spiral puttie and at least one week to mas- 
ter the intricate balance of the overseas cap. 
So you can imagine how we looked with only 
one night's practice. 

Daily physical inspections of the regiment 
were made so the medics were not without 
work. The open system of baths and open 
pits for waste w^ater made sanitary inspections 
more necessary and the constant abuse, by 
civilians and soldiers, of other outfits of course, 
of the baths and wash sheds made a medical 
guard a necessity. During the last week at 
Camp Mills passes to New York of about 1 2 
hours' duration were given about 20 per cent 
of the men each dav. Needless to say every- 
body made use of them and letters describing 
the wonders of Broadway, Fifth Avenue, Wall 
Street, Coney Island, etc., were a source of 
inspiration to those who received as well as 
those who wrote them. But we were all anxious 
for the next more and we did not have long 
to wait. 

On July 30th, 1918, the regiment embarked 
for overseas and sailed the following morning. 
The ship was a New Zealand transport and 
was called the Maunganui. Excitement was 
high until we struck some heavy seas and then 



hope ebbed. There was no lack of food. 
Everybody seemed to be giving up their lunch, 
but order soon presided and the rest of the 
journey was spent in fine weather. Even 
though it was summer it was quite cool. for we 
traveled the northern route. Eleven days after 
we left Hoboken we arrived at Liverpool, via 
the northern coast of Ireland. We disem- 
barked and the same day took a train for 
Southampton where we arrived during the 
night. English trains seemed small and the 
apartment car a joke compared to our Pull- 




Medical Detachment Billets — Font-a-ISousson 

mans but they sure could travel. Near South- 
ampton was an English rest camp where w^e 
spent the night. The following afternoon we 
left Southampton for Le Havre on the Har- 
vard, an American boat w^ith American crew. 
We disembarked at Le Havre the next morn- 
ing. Near Le Havre was another rest camp 
and there we hiked with full pack. We knew 
it was a large hill and a long grind but we 
thought it vy^as the Rocky Mountains by the 
time we were half way up. We arrived. It 
would be vsrell to define rest camp so as not to 
confuse it with vacation. A rest camp is a 
bunkless locality where you march between 5 
and 10 miles to get two cups of "wash," blind 
robin, cheese and war bread, sleep over night 
on the soft side of a board and then duplicate 
the hike the next day. The next day we hiked 
to a railroad station and embarked a la box 
car for Messac, a small town in France. This 
was our first attempt at this mode of travel. 
167 — 



Like any other habit we could not relish the 
peculiar sensations at first but after a few 
trials we all became quite acclimatized to them 
and would now much sooner ride than walk. 
We remained at Messac about a week, when 
we started on a hike of thirty-two kilometers 
(which was accomplished in two days) to Camp 
Coetquidan, an artillery training camp. This 
camp was said to have been used by Napoleon 
and certainly gave evidence of its antiquity. 
But hopes and prices soared everywhere w^e 
went, as each move meant one step nearer to 
active combat and one less chance for the mer- 
cantile population. Camp Hospital No. 1 5 w^as 
located at this place and a detail of helpers was 
soon requisitioned from our organization. Here 
they helped with all manner of cases from 
acute diseases to convalescents from the front. 
The detail remained here until the brigade had 
finished their training and was ready to pro- 
ceed to the front. With their leaving came a 
letter of thanks from the hospital officials stat- 
ing that "our" men were the best that they 
ever had as helpers and, of course, we mod- 
estly admitted it, feeling that we were the only 
ones that he had ever told this to. At this 
time. First Lieutenant Clarence Mingis and 
First Lieutenant Merle Stark, of the Dental 
Corps, and Elliel A. Waara and Benjamin 
Knoppow^, dental assistants, were transferred 




Capt. Clarence Iiandgrelie 

to the 4th Depot Division, leaving us w^ith one 
Dental officer and assistant, the amount allot- 
ted by organization tables. The latter part of 
October found us leaving the ancient camp en 
route for the front. 

Our detachment was divided into three parts 
from this time until the armistice was signed. 
We detrained and went into billets near Rimau- 
court. The headquarters section was located 
at Orquevaux, the first battalion at Manois and 
the second battalion at Humberville. We re- 
mained here a few days and then proceeded 
to Domgermain, near Toul, where an advance 



ordnance dump was located, and turned in all 
surplus equipment. From this place we pro- 
ceeded on foot to the active front via Toul, 
Lagney and Essey. The night before the bat- 
talions v^rent into firing positions we stopped 
in the Bois de Mort Mare, arriving there just 
before midnight. The woods were dark and a 




Iileut. Hamilton 

light rain was falling but invisibility was neces- 
sary, so by morning all animals, wagons, guns, 
etc., were well hidden beneath the trees or 
covered with brush. The following night the 
regiment went into position. Regimental head- 
quarters w^ere established at Bouillionville, the 
first battalion near Thiaucourt and the second 
battalion near Beney, the Medical personnel 
for the above-named units establishing sta- 
tions at the same places. We remained in 
these districts until after the armistice. On the 
1 3th of November we hiked to Pont-a-Mous- 
son on the Moselle River, where we were bil- 
leted for several months. Thanksgiving Day 
gave us the addition of Sergeant Oswald R. 
Carlander and December 7, 1918, Major 
James J. Haviland was transferred to the 
Casual Officers' Depot at Blois. Captain Wil- 
liam A. Copeland was then the commanding 
officer of the Medical Detachment and Cap- 
tain Linton C. McAfee was assigned December 
12, 1918, to take his place as Surgeon, 1st 
Battalion, 329th Field Artillery. The remain- 
der of our time at Pont-a-Mousson until the 
first week of February, 1919, was passed in 
rest and training. 

Dental Department 

In personnel the Dental Department was the 
smallest individual unit in the regiment. The 
number of its members fluctuated according to 
the demand and treatment. It became so 
small that at times, especially in travel, it was 
swallowed up and forgotten, but always when 
a stop was made it came to life and was ready 
to take care of any toothaches that may have 
developed in the trip. 



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When the regiment was organized Captain 
Clarence Paul Landgrebe was summoned to 
duty as head of the Dental Department. Dur- 
ing the first few weeks when examining recruits 
was the business of the hour, he was assisted 
by an added personnel of one officer and two 
enlisted men. After the first two big drafts 
he was left alone to handle the department 
through the w^inter. 

The main duty of the Dental Department 
seemed to be treating men preparatory to their 
transfer to some other regiment, until only a 
few weeks before w^e sailed for France. As 
soon as a good bunch of men were broken in 
they were taken aw^ay from us and sent to 
some other camp and all there had to have 
good teeth before they could be transferred. 
So it was the Doc's labor lost until we got the 
last draft. With a trip to the fighting line im- 
minent the department was again increased, 
this time by two commissioned officers and two 
enlisted men. No change took place in the 
personnel after that, until we were ready to go 
into action. 

At Camp Coetquidan transfers were ordered 
that left Captain Landgrebe and Private 

alone to take care of the regiment's teeth. 

Until we reached Le Mans there were no fur- 
ther changes, but here w^e lost the Dental De- 
partment altogether. 

On the transport and at every single stop 
of twenty-four hours or more there was a den- 
tist's office opened up. Sometimes it was by 
necessity a crude affair, as at Messac, when 
the office w^as of the portable type and could 
go into action anywhere a tooth ached. At 
one stage of the game the portable chair broke 
down and a big fallen log was used instead, the 
patient lying down full length while being 
treated. The task of pulling a tooth required 
only a pair of forceps and a little antiseptic 
sometimes. 

While the batteries were preparing their po- 
sitions at front, making ready to enter the bat- 
tle in earnest, the Dental Department was on 
the job converting an old German dugout into 
a sanitary dentist's office. Conveniences were 
none too many and treatment was given under 
difficulty, but in a way a record was established 
because here the Dental Department began to 
enlarge its field of operation. 

A line-up of soldiers at a dentist's office 
would nearly approach the impossible to con- 
ceive but that did actually happen at the front. 
One night a chap from the trenches came back 
to the battery positions and asked for a den- 
tist, explaining that he had been suffering 
greatly with a toothache. He was directed to 
our dental infirmary and was treated by Cap- 



tain Landgrebe. The next night as soon as 
darkness fell the command halt was heard out- 
side the dental dugout. The doughboys, 
guided by their companion who had visited us 
the night before, had come in force to see the 
dentist. They were all treated but the next 
morning the department explained that a shell 
had blown down their "Dental Infirmary" sign 
during the night. 

The expansion policy was continued after 
the armistice also. We had moved into Pont- 
a-Mousson and an office had been established. 
French troopers who belonged to outfits not so 
fortunate as ours in having a Dental Depart- 
ment, were never turned down when they 
needed treatment. Russian soldiers away from 
their organization were also treated and even 
the German prisoners were taken care of. 
When the civilian population came back to 
Pont-a-Mousson they failed to bring their den- 
tist with them and it was no uncommon affair 
for them to drop in on Captain Landgrebe. 

Records of the department show that ap- 
proximately three hundred cases from the regi- 




ment were treated each month. After the first 
round of extractions back in Custer that form 
of operation was not common. 

The Dental Department came through the 
whole affair with only one serious accident. 

We will enter that under the head of "Lost 
in Action." The Captain had just availed him- 
self of a new supply of choice towels when the 
armistice was signed. In moving from the po- 
sitions to Pont-a-Mousson some one coming 
into contact with our baggage train evidently 
thought that towels were not necessary artillery 
equipment. The worst part of it was that on 
such short notice and if the Medical Depart- 
ment proper hadn't opened up its heart and 
towel supply we might have seen an order like 
this: "All men reporting to the Dental In- 
firmary for treatment \nl\ be equipped with a 
clean towel." And who ever heard of a sup- 
ply sergeant that had towels on hand? 



169 



THE BAND 



With the transfer of Sergeant Olin R. Kel- 
sey from the 1 8th Field Artillery, Fort Bliss, 
Texas, to the newly organized 329th Field 
Artillery, we have the beginning of the band. 
Like all new organizations the band had its 
many troubles. On September 19, 1917, Lewis 
W. Arnold, and on September 22, 1917, Doug- 
las J. Merwin were assigned to the regiment. 
They, with Sergeant Kelsey, formed the first 
bugle corps of the regiment, playing guard- 
mounts and other military formations, using 
Sergeant Kelsey's ow^n compositions. They 
found many duties as all the calls of the day 
were blown by them. Later we will find that 
this was the nucleus of the band. Immediately 
the sergeant diligently set to work hunting 
through the personnel of the regiment for 
musicians. His efforts w^ere quite successful as 
he found to his surprise about 70 men claiming 
to be musicians. A day w^as set early in Octo- 
ber, and the men were given try-outs on their 
respective instruments. From this number 
Sergeant Kelsey chose the following men to be 
transferred to the Band Section, Headquarters 
Company: 



Battery C 
Allen R. Walsh 



Headquarters Co. 

Emil M. Kossel 

Douglas J. Merwin ^^X? M. Double 

Battery A Battery F 

Lewis W. Arnold „ Sherman Hanecki 

^ , . ivr o Battery L 

Calvin W. btewart n ■ t- n 

Liuiatino Cerasi 

Edward Theiss Burr A. Doten 

Myron Horowitz Joseph Kwiatek 

It was a rainy, muddy and blustery day that 
the instruments were drawn and the first re- 
hearsal held. Things went well considering 
the fact that it was the first time these men 
played together. It was not long before this 
band was massed with the bands at Camp 
Custer for the purpose of furnishing music at 
the formal dedication of the camp. The time 
came now when it was necessary to expand the 
camp. 

This was done very rapidly and the regi- 
ment was moved to the west end of the can- 
tonment and rehearsals were held in the bar- 
racks occupied by the Supply Company. Soon 
Building 1283 was completed and occupied by 
Headquarters Company. This was then to be 
the home of the band throughout the regi- 
ment's stay in Camp Custer. November 7, 
1917, marks the band's coming into existence 
officially. On that date the musicians of the 
regiment were transferred to the band and 
were quartered with Headquarters Company. 
It was at this time that the bugle corps was 
being organized in the regiment to furnish field 
music for artillery formations. The bandsmen 
were now relieved from this former duty. 



Promotions were necessary to carry on the 
band duties in a military manner and the fol- 
lowing promotions were made: Douglas J. 
Merwin, Assistant Band Leader; Lewis W. Ar- 
old. Sergeant Bugler; Edward Theiss, Band 
Sergeant; Calvin W. Stewart, Band Corporal; 
Joseph Kwiatek, Musician First Class. In the 
month of November a divisional revievsr was 
held on the division parade grounds. The 
bands of the 1 60th Field Artillery Brigade were 
massed for this review^. The troops were re- 
viewed by Major-General Joseph P. Dickman, 
then in command of the 85 th Division. A sim- 
ilar review was held on the same parade ground 
by General Parker. The regiment had by this 
time increased in personnel so each regiment 
was reviewed as a unit. Here a great calamity 
befell the band as it w^as freezing weather — 
the instruments froze up and the band was un- 
able to play the march as the general rode the 
line. Here the band gained fame when Gen- 
eral Parker said "Start up your band!" 

As time passed the personnel of the band in- 
creased and Walter C. Rath, violinist, was 
transferred to the band from Supply Company. 
It v^ras just a short time previous to the above- 
mentioned increase that we lost our Band Ser- 
geant, Edward Theiss, who was given a dis- 
charge from the army because of ill health. He 
arrived at home in time to spend a happy New 
Year with a permanent furlough in his pos- 
session. The band continued with its duties, 
now and then playing at the Y. M. C. A. huts 
for entertainments. Between quarantines for 
various diseases the band succeeded in increas- 
ing its roster, Claude T. Doran, Alfred Hig- 
gins and John Stoyack were transferred into 
the organization. On March 5 th, just escaping 
a quarantine, part of the band toured the state 
of Michigan with other picked members of the 
division bands and played many concerts un- 
der the direction of Bohumir Kryll. This trip 
was a grand success and the cities of Lansing, 
Bay City, Saginaw, Port Huron, Detroit, Grand 
Rapids, Kalamazoo and Battle Creek royally 
entertained this grand band on this tour. 
Spring was soon on its way and new duties 
were again in store; playing for Liberty Loan 
drives at Detroit, Albion and smaller towns 
in Michigan. At this time the band personnnel 
was increased when Don L. McCord, Stanley 
Madjeski, Ivan Overholt, Donald Thorbrun 
and Walter A. Wojciekouski were transferred 
to the band. In a short time we added Burtel 
Straight and Paul Wingate. The city of Battle 
Creek now asked for bands from Camp Custer 
to furnish music for their Liberty Loan drives. 
The bands of the 1 60th Depot Brigade and 
the 329th Field Artillery were chosen. They 
were shown a fine time in Battle Creek. In 
the latter part of May, Ralph H. Parsons was 
added as a new member. 



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Instruments and All 



Burtel Straight went to Officers" Training 
School and now the band was left with but one 
trombone. Soon Erich M. Kohls and Delvin 
J. Hendricks joined. The month of June was 
at hand and the regiment was making many 
preparations for the new draft and prepara- 
tions for the movement overseas. John Skal- 
ski was transferred to the organization from 
the I 60th Depot Brigade and William Evans 
from Battery B. June 27th the band increased 
in proportion to the draft and the following 
men came to the 329th: Wilbur Baker, Joseph 
Costello, Norman C. Ford, Joseph Goleno, 
Nickolas Grusner, Louis Gualdoni, Benjamin 
F. Miller, Samuel Pirie, Fonfilio Salcilio, Henry 
M. Sutherland, Paul G. Vaught and Albert W. 
Wenz. 

For the two following weeks these men w^ere 
very busy with rehearsals, attempts to get new 
uniforms and "Squads east and west." On 
July 4th the band played at Galesburg and 
enjoyed a fine entertainment from the people 
of that town. That was the final appearance 
of the band away from Camp Custer before 
leaving for overseas. On the morning of July 
1 6th the band left with the regiment, going to 
Camp Mills, L. I., N. Y. Soon after reaching 
Camp Mills Sergeant Kelsey was promoted to 
the grade of lieutenant. 

July 30th, again taking trains for New York 
city, the band went to the docks where a boat 
awaited. The regiment marched aboard the 
Maunganui about 4:30 p. m. At I I :00 a. m., 
July 3 1 St, this boat with a convoy steamed 
from New York harbor, bidding the Statue of 
Liberty farewell for how long no one knew. 

August 2 7th the regiment reached Camp 
Coetquidan, near Guer, where much work was 
in store for it. Here the band played many 
concerts and found before it the solemn duty 
of many military funerals. It was there that 
the battle of Vinegar Hill was fought. Many 
of the fellows sustained minor injuries but soon 
were back on duty again. Corporal Hendricks 
was taken sick with the Spanish "flu," then so 
prevalent, and was sent to the hospital. 

During the stay at Coetquidan members of 
the band formed an orchestra. They played 
several programs at different places in the 
camp and also furnished entertainment at the 
dinner given in honor of Colonel Campbell by 



the officers of the 329th regiment. In all, the 
329th Feld Artillery orchestra was well known 
as a good entertainer. The following is the 
instrumentation: Solo, violin. Sergeant Skal- 
ski; 1st violin, Al W. Wenz; 2nd violin, S. 
Hanechi; viola, Sergeant Rath; bass, Joseph 
Kwiatek; oboe, cornets. Sergeant Merwin, Ser- 
geant McCord; trombone, Allen W. Walsh; 
baritone, saxaphone, Panfilio Salulo; piano, 
William Evans; drums and traps, C. W. 
Stewart. 

There were few musical duties from the de- 
parture from Coetquidan till the time when the 
war would cease. The band played its last 
concert in the open air at Orquevaux before 
starting for the front. The next journey was 
to Domgermain by train. This ended the 
musical duties for the band as the war zone 
had been reached. November 1 st the orches- 
tra instruments were packed and left at Lagney 
when the regiment left at 4:00 p. m. 

The band being a non-combatant unit wis 
not without work to do. The great traffic 
through the town left the streets in a very poor 
condition. Were they in need of cleaning? 
The band was ready to do it. Also there was 
guard duty and even band men sometimes 
know their general orders. Many other de- 
tails were done by the band while stationed at 
Bouillionville, but to spare time, space and feel- 
ing they are not mentioned here. November 
1 I th came and with it the cessation of hostili- 
ties. The band of the 329th onlv stood 
around, or at least those on K. P., and listened 
to the music of the 55th Infantry band who 
were stationed in the same town. Music never 
sounded so sw^eet as then, when the "Star 
Snangled Banner" pealed forth, in the feeling 
of freedom and victory. Then as the band 
marched down the street to the powerful 
swing of the "Stars and Stripes Forever" a 
great cVieer from each American echoed 
through the town and everything was quiet. 
That was the spirit of victory as it came to 
those Americans at Bouillionville. 

Two days later the regiment marched to 
Pont-a-Mousson, arriving there at 5:00 p. m., 
November 13, 1918. Once more the band 
took up the duties, playing many concerts and 
furnishing music for many entertainments. 
The band was very unfortunate in losing Geo. 



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Cue who was sent to the hospital at Toul. 
Mere Corporal Hendricks returned to the or- 
ganization from a casual replacement camp. 

Thanksgiving passed and soon Christmas 
came. Christmas in Pont-a-Mousson was a 
merry time for the organization. The orches- 
tra furnished music for the entertainment, 
which was quite all that could be expected at 
such a place and at such a time. Beer, barrels 
of confetti, games, poems and presents of all 
kinds were the merry makers of the evening. 
New Years came and with it everyone was 



wondering when the regiment would leave for 
the good old U. S. A. January 1 0th the band 
left Pont-a-Mousson for Villerupt. The cities 
of Metz, Diedenhafen, Luxembourg and Esch 
Alzette were visited. 

At Villerupt they were shown a royal time 
and their playing was highly commended. A 
Week later they returned to Pont-a-Mousson 
to take up their regular duties once more. The 
saddest work of the band was at the funeral 
service of their comrade Harry Koppert. 



Carried German MacHine Gun All 
tHe Way Home In His R.0II 

When it came to collecting, camouflaging and transporting the 
goods — Deutschland to Brest to Home — we had one man in the 329th 
who could go against the entire A. E. F. and win hands down, "under 
wraps." 

Big Smith, of Battery C, is the man. And if any Buddy in the 
A. E. F., or the world, wants to try to equal his achievement, let him 
get busy tout suite or forever hold his peace. Single-handed and en- 
tirely on his own, the Big Indian from "C" Battery carried a complete 
(and entirely serviceable) German machine gun all the way home in 
his roll. Can you beat it? We ask you — fat, lean or heavyweight — 
weren't those blankety-blank packs heavy enough for the most of us 
without a young arsenal inside? 

Some of the boys who knew Smitty noticed the length of his roll 
one day, during the "travel-log" over France, and inquired facetiously, 
"Whatcha got there, Smitty? A hunk of the old Roman viaduct, or 
just the village of Messac?" 

"Neither," grunted the king of souvenir scroungers, "just a little old 
Boche machine gun." And we verified that fact. We saw the "type- 
writer" taken down, in France, and know for a fact that he startled 
his home town natives by setting the gun up at the family reunion. 
Proved it would still operate, too. 

How did he get the gun by the inspection hounds? Hanged if we 
know — unless he swallowed it passing through the double-o shed. 



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./athletes 




Organization teams were formed and equip- Battery A before they were organized and had 

ped at Custer. The schedule was made up at been able to get a workout together, conse- 

divisional headquarters. The 329th aggrega- quently Swayne was hit pretty hard for the 

tion was coached and managed by Captain first few innings but tightened up and held 

Moore and Lieutenant Casey. Sergeant Hy- them to a final score of 1 to 9. Later they 

don, of Battery A, was captain. Twelve games defeated Battery D by a score of I to 9 and 

were played with seven resulting in our favor. had to play eleven innings to do it. This was 

The line-up was as follows: a fine game from start to finish. Their last 

Player Battery Position opponents were the uniformed team from 

DTI J .. T J 1 a J Headquarters Company which had defeated 

oran Headquarters Ind and 3rd n r .i lU ^ ,.l . u 

D . • 1 u J .. D-. L 3" or the other teams m the regiment. Here 

bostwick Headquarters Pitcher • c u j j • ^l i 

M.i, Lj J .. IT- ij again owayne was walloped during the early 

lUer Headquarters hield • • j .. ^ j t .. n ■. ^l j 

J A. Sk f f innings and the score stood o to U at the end 

III i p. *; of the fifth. Harvey set his jaws and spit on 

rri.i A r>-i.r-ii ^^^ ball at the beginning of the sixth and from 

Fraleigh A Right Field .i ou ^.uuj ,. c 

■v/.i ,-. /^,i then on b began to show Headquarters a few 

Voytko C Catcher ■ ^ c »i. o ,.• j ..u 

c II- r-\ -ri • 1 points or the game, owayne retired them, one, 

buUivan D Third f m j d u j ff i ^u j -^u 

i^ , 1 . r^ o 1 two, three, and b marched oft at the end ■with 

K.urkowski U Second ■ . c i n .. a 

El r, r^ r-- 1 1 o ^ 1 a victory or U to o. 

rkfitz D Field & Catch. ^ ;p ;» » 

Carpenter D Field i i i • i , r. »» 

■^3j.(] V Third brigade track meet at ront-a-Mous- 

Von Dette E Pitcher ^°"' f'^^ice. Battery B came across with the 

Danowski E Utilitv goods and w^on the majority of points for the 

Carney F Field 329th. The 330th won the meet easily but B 

Sprague F Field pulled enough points to put the 329th in sec- 

Rennv F Field °'^'^ place. The 328th made a poor showing. 

The men who won points were Zoltowski, third 

Games and Results in t^e shot put; Barrett, second in the 100 

Score meter dash; Sharrick, second in 220 meter 

Opponents Opp. 329th dash; McKee, fourth in the high jump, and 

339th Infantry 5 4 Barrett, second in the broad jump. Out of a 

328th Field Artillery 3 5 total of thirteen points won by the regiment, 

328th Field Artillery 5 3 ^ gets credit for ten, the other three going to 

330th Field Artillery' ...'.'.'.'.'.'. 7 12 Battery A. 

330th Field Artillery 11 * * * . 

337th Infantry 4 7 Joseph Cyrill Hubacek, who is one of the 

337th Infantry 3 8 members of Battery E, was commonly known 

338th Infantry 10 9 'n the bowling world as "300 Joe." He won 

3 1 0th Ammunition Train 3 1 this soubriquet by making five perfect scores, 

3 1 0th Supply Train 1 4 in the course of a few years. In addition to 

3 I 0th Supply Train 2 7 this, he is the only bowler who has made two 

Hayes Wheel Co. (10 innings) . . I 2 "300" scores in one day. He also holds the 

\T/L-i /^ n record of 822 pins for three consecutive games. 

While at Custer Battery B produced the best Joe started bowling in 1906 in Paradise 

team m the regiment and trimmed Headquar- Park, Chicago, in a hall owned and operated 

ters Company, the supposed-to-be champions, by his father. The sport of bowling seemed 

by a score of 10 to 6. Their line-up was as to have come natural to him and it was not 

follows: Zoltowski, c; Swayne-Barrett. p; long before he was one of the best bowlers 

Seefeld, 1 st ; Armstrong, 2nd; Reiger, ss; in the Windy City. Most of Joe's early bowl- 

Gloetzner, 3rd; Kogelshatz, If; Barrett, cf ; and ing was done when wooden balls were in style 

Laetz, rf. Their first game was played with but Joe says that the bowling game has its 

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strategy as well as the army and that in 1914 
he sprung a mysterious ball on the Chicago 
bowlers, in Mussey's hall. Due to its unusual 
performance it was afterwards called the "do- 
do ball." This mysterious ball was made of 
wood with a heavy plug in it. It had about 
the same effect on the ten pins, in Mussey's 
alley, as a German 77 has on the tile roof of 
a French chateau. He made his first "300" 
score with this ball. 

Since 1914 Joe has participated in various 
bowling tournaments in the United States and 
has always been able to down enough pins to 
keep him among the leaders. He has met the 
big bowlers in the game, among these being 
"Jimmie Smith," the world's champion bowler, 
and Count Gengler, the most artistic bowler. 
The latter is from Luxembourg. 

In addition to the numerous souvenirs that 
Joe collected while sojourning with the A. E. 
F. in France, he claims to have a collection 
in the States, valued in the neighborhood of a 
thousand dollars, which he won in twenty-four 
hour endurance and individual bowling 
matches. Previous to his army career, Joe w^as 
employed as bowling instructor at the Detroit 
Athletic Club. Joe still thinks he is good and 
is willing to take on any good bowlers for 
money, marbles or chalk. He can be reached 
at the D. A. C, Detroit, Michigan. 

Regimental Color Sergeant L. A. Charbneau 
can boast that he is as good a fistic artist as 




ever fell over the ropes. He has fought in 
all parts of the globe and managed to drag 
home three belts. He enlisted in the Navy in 
1908 in order to be in some light employment 
where he could recuperate his health. While 
there he practiced pugilistic maneuvers and 
knocked out eight comers in the service. 

He then took on "Rufe" Turner, who was 
in the public eyes, and was resting on the mat 
at the end of the fourth round. This made 
Sarge take notice and renew his energies. On 
New Year's eve, 1911, he put away Watkins, 
in nine rounds, for the championship of the 
Pacific Fleet. Watkins was from the "Colo- 
rado" and Charbneau from the "West Vir- 
ginia." This was followed by two, score minor 
victories, when he considered himself in shape 
to meet Cooley for the championship of the 
Asiatic Station. On June 7, 1912, they fought 
at Manila and Charbneau ■won in the fourth 
round of a six-round scheduled bout. 



A few months later Sarge knocked out Chief 
Lewis at Manila in the sixth round of a match 
scheduled for fifteen, copping the middle- 
weight championship of the Orient. Typhoid 
fever laid him up shortly after this and when 
he again met Lewis he had only been out of 
bed two weeks. As a result Lewis knocked 
him down fourteen times in twelve rounds. 
Charbneau tried to stay fifteen for the purse 
but couldn't stand the "gaff." He then reverted 
to vaudeville, traveling with Bob Fitzsimmons 
and Frank Moran. His reputation kept him 
from engaging very actively in regimental box- 
ing, except in exhibition work. 

Saddler Thomas Knight, "A," was a jockey 
for five years, '07-' 12, and the owner of 
"Prosper, " the unbeaten tw^o-year-old at New 
Orleans. He also played football with Dixon 
College, Dixon, Illinois. 

Corporal John Lagron, "A," University of 
Detroit baseball, football and basket ball class 
teams, '10. Played with the "Heralds" for 
four years, the champions of Indiana, football, 
' 1 1 -• 1 2-' 1 3. Coached the "Records" ' 1 5-' I 6- 
' 1 7. They were the junior champions of De- 
troit in '15-' 16. 

Sergeant Leo Von Dette played baseball 
with the regimental team in Custer. Was their 
star pitcher. Also played ball with Arthur 
Hill High and basket ball with the Saginaw 
Athletic Club. Von is a regular 6-foot athlete. 
Also was on the regimental basket ball team. 
Hails from M. A. C. 

Private Carl S. Huddlestone played base- 
ball on the regimental team in Custer. He is 
an all-round athlete of stocky build. Also 
played on the regimental basket ball. Played 
baseball with Mancelonia High School and 
basket ball and football with the "Y" team at 
Mancelonia. 

Sergeant Daniel F. Sheedy, "A," played on 
the championship soccer team of Ireland. He 
won the shot put in the regimental field meet. 

Bugler Oliver A. Thorpe spent some time 
on the Pacific coast as an amateur lightweight 
boxer. 

Mechanic Erick O. Horde, "A," has an- 
nexed several prizes for wrestling, hockey and 
rifle shooting. 

Corporal Thomas Fraleigh, "A," was a 
member of the Port Huron baseball team in 
the Huron County League. 

Being handicapped by the burdens of In- 
strument Sergeant in Battery D and also being 
a modest sort of a chap, for a sergeant, Rell A. 



174 



Ambrose didn't air his capabilities as an athlete 
very much and there may be a great many 
men in the regiment and even some in his own 
battery who do not know that as a wrestler 
Rell was a bear. 

Of couse, while attending a small down- 
state high school he was showered with more 
than his share of glory and then when he went 
to Ypsi Normal in ' 1 4 and ' 1 5 he won more 
than a wife along with what educational pro- 
paganda penetrated, which was extremely 
creditable in itself. It was as a quarterback 
he learned how to "Snap into it" and as a 
pitcher to "Pass the buck." When it came to 
wrestling he simply had the college off its feet. 
He made his first big hit by flooring the Polish 
wonder at Albion in 22 minutes. 

After finishing college in the summer of ' 1 5 
he entered the professional field and stayed 
on the mat with Joe Smith at Coldwater for 
one hour without a decision. He was next 
booked with London who had the odds his 
way to throw the "College Boy" two times in 
an hour. Little Rell had him face up playing 
the part of a cushion at the end of eighteen 
minutes. After many other successes his career 
was ended when the draft blew his way. 

The University of Wisconsin is represented 
in Battery F by Ralph Youngren who took 
a prominent part in inter-class and frat ath- 
letics. We are also indebted to him for some 
good cartoons. 

Mike Scavone, the blonde pugilist, was 
vaunted by Battery C as one of the best ever. 
He easily put away Sergeant Wortkow of his 
own battery and Sergeant Meuer of "E" while 
at Custer. He brought the reputation of win- 
ning two out of three professional bouts at 
Windsor when he came to the army. 

He also holds several medals, won at Belle 
Isle, w^hile representing the Detroit "Y" as a 
swimmer and long distance runner. Four miles 
was his favorite distance for running and ten 
miles for swimming. He has on several occa- 
sions swum around Belle Isle. 

No organization is complete without its 
Hoosiers. Sergeant M. F. Wetzel of the Medical 
Detachment, while attending Weidner College, 
'15-' 17, combined his lyrics with three years 
of basket ball, three years of track, specializing 
in the high jump and 220-yard dash, and two 
years of football. 

Sergeant Herbert W. Butler was the first 
Corporal and the first Sergeant made in Battery 
D. He handled the stables, the horses and the 
police with equal vigor and with habitual 
strong-arm methods. He does not claim to be 
a professional boxer although he did amateur 
and exhibition boxing for ten years. He strips 
at 185 pounds and is a Canadian. 

He met Mike Twin Sullivan of the 76th 
Army at Buffalo in 1911 under the auspices of 



the Argonaut Rowing Club of Toronto and 
boxed six rounds to a draw decision. He also 
encountered Patty Lavin, the welterweight 
champion, at Buffalo, with the same result. 
Butler was a member of the Simcoe hockey 




team which won the Ontario Hockey Associa- 
tion championship in 1906. He also took ac- 
tive part in the activities of the Toronto Row- 
ing Club. The brigade was represented by 
him at the field day last April. 

Flint, Michigan, has always been noted as 
a rendezvous for athletes and the well-known 
druggist, Kilbourn, of the Medical Detachment, 
was no exception. With rare popularity wher- 
ever he went Glen made many fast friends 
of the baseball fans by picking up the bound- 
ing pill at short, and in the Army by passing 
them out at the infirmary. He played with the 
Flint aggregation in the Michigan State League 
and with the Buick nine. He also toured with 
the notorious Tom Stephens' sphere pounders, 
playing independent ball for Otsego, backed 
by a million dollars and as many enthusiastic 
fans. 

The University of Michigan sent a man to 
our Medical Detachment by the name of W. 
N. Taylor, as elegantly proportioned a youth 
as ever was that fabulous Leander of Helles- 
pont, and no mean athlete, having played two 
years of inter-class football, filling the posi- 
tion of right half, at which position he made 
a reputation while playing with Flint High. 
One year of basket ball at the University also 
helped to put him in shape for Army activi- 
ties. 

And it might be mentioned in passing that 
Taylor was an acting Captain once. He was 
appointed by Judge Durant, of the Second Dis- 
trict Board at Flint, when the June contingent 
were leaving for Custer. 

Especially while we were at the front was 
Corporal Hulburd, of Battery A, able to use 
his athletic proficiency in the fording of roads 
and swamps and progressing through the pro- 
verbial mud of France with alacrity. While he 
was a law student at Valparaiso College he 
won decorations for fancy sw^imming and div- 
ing. He carried away the medals when the 



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college met the Gary swimming team and the 
Evanston Swimming Club. He spent one sea- 
son in vaudeville, meeting with success. 

Hulburd was with the 1 63rd Infantry dur- 




ing the border trouble and so came to the 
Artillery with some military experience. 

Lieutenant C. L. Barnum, of Supply Com- 
pany, first gained his athletic prowess by play- 
ing baseball with a championship high school 
team in southern Wisconsin. During the fall 
of 1915 he played left field for the Tokyo 
Americans while in Japan in the capacity of 
English instructor, teaching in the govern- 
ment schools. This team met a large number 
of the college and professional teams of the 
world, including Waseda University of Japan 
and the University of Chicago. 

Private Morris Rosenberg is one of the "mat 
kings" of Battery C. He was transferred to 
our regiment at Camp Mills, bringing with him 
a string of scalps from Camp Upton. He 
wrestled professionally in the east for four 
years, his more prominent matches being pulled 
off for the Brooklyn "Y" at Brooklyn, which 
is his home city. Most of the New Yorkers 
with whom he grappled fell easy prey. 

As a baseball player Sergeant Lyons, Bat- 
tery A, was as good a shortstop as ever "rolled 
'em" in a cigar maker's league. He bounded 
all over the northwest passing out Flor de 
Nispls to the enthusiastic rooters who cheered 
the team to a championship. While he was 
still "rolling his own" in Springfield, 111., H. S., 
he captained the nine for two years. 

Sergeant Lawrence A. Ward. This regi- 
mental favorite, proudly ow^ned as the celeb- 
rity of Battery D, represented the battery and 
the regiment in the fight contests at Custer. 
He took the decision from Sergeant Dibble at 
Battle Creek in four rounds, among several 
other good bouts at the "Y" and the K. C. 
Hall. 

Ward spent several years with the big boys, 
hobnobbing and sparring with Jack Doyle, Joe 



Rivers, Johnny Kilbane, Bud Anderson and 
Leach Cross. He fought "Coney" Kelly, of 
East St. Louis, at the Arabic Athletic Club in 
1907 for six rounds with a draw decision. He 
was given a decision over "Dummy" Shank, 
of St. Louis, in six rounds. He met Young 
Corbett at the Mound City Athletic Club of 
St. Louis and Lewis at the National Athletic 
Club in Denver. 

When it comes to pitching, "Bill" Carpenter, 
of Battery D, is as good a twirler as ever dis- 
puted an umpire. Formerly with the Southern 
Michigan League, Carpenter did some excel- 
lent work. He pitched on the regimental team 
at Custer and played regimental and battery 
basket ball. He played several seasons of pro- 
fessional ball at Detroit and Chattanooga. 
Wall-scaling w^as one of his favorite sports, ac- 
quired while in the Army. 

Captain Clarence Landgrebe, of Regimental 
Dentistry, found that his athletic training stood 
him in good stead. For the first time in their 
lives a great many men entered a good dental 
institution and an enormous amount of -work 
had to be done. A large number of Uncle 
Sam's soldiers were given numerous treatments. 
The Captain, w^hile studying at the Western 
Reserve University, Cleveland, participated in 
three years of varsity athletics, playing left half 
of the gridiron, first base on the diamond, cen- 
ter on the basket-ball floor and specializing in 
the broad jump and 1 00-yard da,sh in track. 

A very interesting wrestling match was called 
off on account of "mess" while we were biv- 
ouaced at Maure, en route from Messac-Guipry 



Over at Berfay, on a h!ll Just outside of the 
village, is a cemetery ^vith a reputation. Word 
passed around among the hoys that every night 
a ghost could be seen prowling about the city 
of the dead. Several of the fellows, among 
them Myers and Grainger, decided to investigate, 
so the party went up after dark and entered the 
gates. Sure enough, through the faint moon- 
light they saw a ghost rise from its grave and 
move slo^vly in their direction. Everyone made 
an about face forward double time march, but 
the first ones to reach the gate closed it after 
them. Red Grainger couldn't stop to open it, 
he just made a record high junip over it. Myers 
moved over the ground so swiftly that a streak 
of sparks from his hob nail shoes was all that 
could be distinguished. According to Myers, 
''Seein' is believin*,'' so there must be ghosts. 
Snaky Long (the ghost) and Curley Thompson, 
his guide, got a^vay before the next bunch came 
up with German lugers, stones and clubs to 
give said ghost a hot reception. 



to Camp Coetquidan. Private 1. M. Henry, of 
Battery D, attempted to throw Sergeant Am- 
brose of the same organization. He did not 
know that Rell was a professional and met with 



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serious impediments. After about twelve min- 
utes the mess whistle terminated the match. 
Henry was a member of the St. Louis "Y" 
and has done considerable amateur wrestling. 
He also spent a week in Jacksonville doing 
exhibition work in vaudeville. 

One of Battery D's machine gunners. Private 
Gramas, i-, known from coast to coast in the 
circus world as one of the most daring of the 
aerial acrobats. For ten years he defied death 
with his flying casting act. He opened three 
seasons in Milwaukee with Gallmer Bros.' cir- 
cus and has been connected with several of the 



Colonel Campbell to Bugler OUie Thorpe at 
Coetquidian: 

Colonel: "Bugler, why didn't you blow 'Boots 
and Saddles*?'' 

Ollie: "Didn't know there was any such 
thing, sir." 

Colonel: "Why, you ain't fit to be killed." 



best carnival companies. Semi-professional 
wrestling in Chicago, for the Douglas Center 
Athletic Association, was also one of his pleas- 
ures. He is a wizard on the baseball diamond 
and was enthusiastic in battery athletics. He 
went on the mat with Hobbs at the New Year's 
entertainment given by his battery and re- 
ceived the decision. 

Sanilac County, Michigan, sent an athlete to 
our Veterinary Department. He was the star 
first-sacker for the Brown City High School. 
He was also one of the official umpires for the 



Private Sliger had the scare of his young life 
at the echelon. He had mislaid his gas mask 
one evening so when the gas signal was given 
he ducked his head under the blankets and 
pleaded with his comrades to save his life. He 
could smell the gases penetrating his blankets! 
HoMT was he to know that it was his imagination 
working overtime and that the gas attack failed 
to develop ? 



McKinley Club of West Detroit. Veterinarian 
Joseph E. Sade is a sport fan. 

Our jovial Captain, Junius H. Moore, of 
Battery A, has caused more than one crowd 
of baseball fans to break into spontaneous ap- 
plause or convulsive laughter over his spec- 



tacular playing or his ever-present corncob 
pipe. He played professional ball for three 
years, 1901-03, with the Mapleton Athletic 
Club of Indianapolis, while attending school 
in that city. During 1906-07 he caught in the 
Cotton State League. 



Battery C Private (butting into conversation 
which ^vas on the topic of a color sergeant in 
the regiment) : "I never knew we had a coon 
sergeant in our regiment." 



He was regimental athletic officer at Custer 
until he went to Fort Sill, when he w^as suc- 
ceeded by Lieutenant Casey. He was also 
an athletic director at Fort Sheridan. He is 
without a rival the original pep producer and 
much of the athletic spirit which developed in 
the regiment was due to his efforts. 

One of our best know regimental athletes 
is Sergeant Hydon, of Battery A. He partici- 
pated to a small extent in athletics while a 
freshman at the University of Michigan. While 
attending high school in Skaneateles, New 
York, he played first base for five seasons. 
The team held the championship of the cen- 



Captain: "Your rank, sir?" 

Rookie: "Don't rub it in. Captain! That's 
just what the Sergeant told me." 



tral New York high school for two of these 
seasons. Hydon entered and carried away 
his share of the points whenever the regiment 
held a track meet. He specialized in the 
dashes. 

Chester Gurskey, of D, is always ready for 
five minutes of pitch and catch or for a regfu- 
lar game against any opponents. He comes 
from Allentown, Pa., where he played in the 
Blue Mountain League for two years. He also 
played for Flint one season in the Southern 
Michigan League. He can play any position 
with credit but prefers third base. It might 
be mentioned, too, that Gurskey is quite a 
pool "shark." He ran 42 balls in a straight 
call shot match in a club tournament, taking 
second money. 



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Entertainment 



Battery B, due to the managerial enterprise 
of Max Leo Corrigan, was the most active in 
entertainment affairs, but the whole regiment 
was full of the good old "jazz" and pep when 
it came to "knitting up the ravelled sleeve" 
of ennui. 

One of the brightest spots in the show line 
at Custer was the competitive entertainment 
put on in the "Y" under Lieutenant Stratton's 
auspices. Battery F won and deservedly so ; 
and who will ever forget that knockout "latrine 
comedy" of Batter C's? 

On the boat Corrigan, Thorpe, Hall (well 
known as the author of "Don't Let a Slacker 
Win My Place in Your Heart") and some 
others entertained us in lively fashion and 
helped chase away the seasick blues. 

At CiJetquidan Battery B produced its min- 
strel show for the first time and made a hit 
that resounded throughout the A. E. F. 

At Pont-a-Mousson, after the Hippodrome 
was fixed up, there was a pleasing epidemic of 
shows, of all sorts. Never a road show that 
hit there, however, that had anything on the 
entertainments made and produced within our 
own ranks. Here are some of the regimental 
shows and performers that made their bow 
there, mostly under the title "Caisson Road 
Show." 

December 14th, 1918, the 329th Band, the 
Italian Four, Hill, Hulburd and Eddy in a 
musical act, Corrigan & Co. in "The Irish 
Court," Dale, Thorpe, Guessler & Evans in 
"As You Like It." The 328th Jazz Orches- 
tra and the 330th Entertainers appeared on 
the same bill. 

December 28th the Band was there with 
bells on again. DeSmyter tickled 'em with 



"12 Minutes at the Piano." Hanna mystified 
with his "Magic Number." Pirie & Evans blew 
in with "Oboe Solos." Delmar & Co. par- 
alyzed 'em with "Launcelot Gobbo," and 
Barsook, DeSmyter, Walsh, Medici and Ver- 
rast thrilled with "The Eleventh Hour." 

December 30th and 31st — Hildreth, Harsch 
& Co. administered to our woes with "Pills." 
Kobel, Williams & Steinke entertained. The 
328th Orchestra again jazzed away our blues, 
and Evans, Dale, Hall & Co. made a big hit. 

January 2nd and 3rd, 1 9 1 9 — Our Band 
again. "Those Two Tumblers," "The Coun- 
try Store," White and Chmylinski in "French 
Drama" and some Minstrels made an all 
around pleasing show. 

January 6th and 7th — The 1 15th Engineers 
put on a rollicking good show. 

Then the big, final blow-out under Corrigan's 
direction, "Somewhere in France." Battery B 
furnished the company here but all our 
popular regimental stars were involved — 
Thorpe, Goldberg, Nick Hall, Scanlon, etc. 
The show was divided into three elaborate 
parts and was sure a large order for a bunch 
of buddies to tackle so far from civilization. 
It made as big a hit as Ziegfeld's Follies ever 
did, however. 

While at Pont-a-Mousson we were also en- 
tertained by the 349th Artillery Troop and 
by the Misses Rubel & Roberts, of New York. 

The whole regiment is indebted to men like 
Corrigan, Thorpe, Hall, Goldberg, Humphries, 
Hulburd, Hill, Eddy, Lieutenant Curtiss and 
Chaplain Sorensen for their untiring efforts to 
make our time pass more quickly and enjoy- 
ably. 




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PED CROSS 




Ever faithful, ever present, wherever American troops are 
found, the Red Cross blazons forth as a symbol of cheer, as a 
sign of ready succor. It is the emblem of brotherly love; 
unselfish, without vanity and with malice toward none. It 
has no creed except that of Christianity. It is an inspiration 
to men, both able and disabled. It makes death easier and 
life happier. It scorns danger and contagion. It works 
equally well behind the lines and on the battle fields. 

The feminine touch, deftly applied, in the hospitals, 
wrought more good than the surgeon's knife. The tributes 
of the wounded, the dying and the convalescent, coming from 
the soul, testify to the magnificence of the Red Cross. 

After the tumult and the shouting of the battle dies the 
soldiers are given a little rest, but the Red Cross work con- 
tinues. It even becomes more strenuous than ever. The 
sights they witness, the help they give, the words of cheer 
they speak and the bandages they apply are numberless. They 
render medical and surgical assistance and carry the wounded 
to their hospitals where sisterly care is administered. 

At home or on foreign soil, in cities or in villages, on the 
march, or on the train, in the hotels or in shacks and pup 
tents, in rest periods or in battle they were with us. Coming 
or going they met us more than half way. 



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Y>M^C.A 




It is hard to tell of the tremendous work being done by the 
Y. M. C. A. At Custer the social life of the camp centered about 
the "Y" huts. Their canteen service was unexcelled. Y. M. C. A. 
canteens were located in every village or city which contained 
American troops. We were indebted to the "Y" for countless 
lectures, movie shows and entertainments, both at home and while 
on foreign service. The many American girls who came to France 
to assist in the Y. M. C. A. work were like a connecting link between 
us and home. The huts were always crowded with fellows who 
were seeking their warmth, good cheer and good fellowship to 
banish the dull cares of war. 

In Pont-a-Mousson nights would have been very often lonely, 
pipes and cigarette cases very often empty, "sweet teeth" very often 
unfilled, had it not been for the unflagging industry of the "Y." 
Hot chocolate nights, down on the "main rue" and up by the 
hippodrome, were regular events we very seldom missed — even 
though we grumbled sometimes about the canteen service. 

It was a large order — that task of handling Uncle Sam's can- 
teen service overseas and on a self-supporting basis — which the 
"Y" undertook. But this unselfish organization tackled it cheer- 
fully and unflinchingly in the face of unceasing — and very often, 
unthinking — criticism. They made mistakes, but no organization 
could have helped from making them under the circumstances 
and no man can measure the good they did, the countless services 
they rendered without thought of reward. This history of the 
329th Field Artillery would not be complete without the statement 
that our sincere gratitude and our best wishes go on with the "Y." 



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Salvation 

AKMY 




Defying shot and shell through the darkness 
of the night and the uncertainties of the day, 
the Salvation Army went hand in hand with 
our boys in France. Sympathy and prayers, 
issued bounteously with doughnuts and choco- 
late, did more to cheer the hearts of the boys 
than the prospects of a Croix de Guerre. 

Our regiment was continually on the move 
from the time we left Humberville until we 
reached Pont-a-Mousson, two days after the 
armistice w^as signed. At almost every water- 
ing place. Pannes, Beney, Thiaucourt and 
Boullionville, we were treated to a few deli- 
cacies by the Salvation Army, but did not have 
time to stop for the spiritual enlightment, al- 
though the spirit diffused by the donors brought 
like results. However, after becoming estab- 
lished at Pont-a-Mousson for a few days, three 
Salvation Army w^orkers opened a hut in the 
city and the chance for more intimate acquaint- 
ance became possible. These workers were 
Ensign W. L. Price, of Savannah, Ga., Captain 
Signa L. Saunders, of Minneapolis, and Lieu- 
tenant Myrtle L. Turkington, of South Man- 
chester, Conn. 

Miss Saunders had been a member of the 
Salvation Army for several years before en- 
tering the Officers' Training School at Chicago 
in 1914. She finished the school, after six 
months' training, as a Lieutenant, and was 
made a Captain a year and a half later. She 
came to France on the same ship which carried 
Ensign Price, the French liner "Rochambeau." 
They landed at Bordeaux on April 19, 1918. 
Her first appointment was Lagney, to w^hich 
place she was sent in company of two other 
women workers. The condition of Lagney 
and the surrounding country, being well known 
to us, will reveal the very discouraging field 
given to a young lady just coming to a strange 
country from a land like ours. 

Six weeks later she was sent to the St. 
Mihiel front, where she located a hut in L'Er- 
mitage woods, only four kilos from the front 
line trenches. During the drive she and her 
companions were doing hospital work for 
Field Hospital No. 1 66, 42nd Division. One 
week after the drive they followed the 89th 



Division to Boullionville, where they stayed 
for ten days, then moved to Thiaucourt and 
remained for seven weeks. Miss Saunders 
came to Pont-a-Mousson the early part of De- 
cember with Miss Turkington, whom she met 
in L'Ermitage woods, and Ensign Price. 

Miss Turkington came to France on the 
French ship "Espagne," which reached port 
at Bordeaux on December 17, 1917. She 
came as a cadet, not having time to complete 
her course in the training school at New York 
City. She was commissioned as a Lieutenant 
in March, 1918, at St. Joire. Her first ap- 
pointment was Bonnet, followed by St. Joire, 
St. Ansonville, Menil la Tour, Lagney, Thiau- 
court, Bouillionville, L'Ermitage Woods and 
Pont-a-Mousson. 

A small band of Salvation Army workers, 
among whom was Miss Turkington, had estab- 
lished a hut in St. Ansonville and were work- 
ing with the 26th Division when the German 
surprise attack was made on the night of April 
19th. They were under a gas barrage from 
4:00 until 8:00 a.m. After the Huns had 
been checked the hut opened and served hot 
chocolate and pies to the tired fighters. This 
was the beginning of the heavy American fight- 
ing. A few days later the girls, against their 
wishes, were taken farther back by means of 
a buckboard and under heavy shell fire. Gen- 
eral Buck, commanding the 3rd Division, also 
made them leave the L'Ermitage woods during 
the St. Mihiel drive. 

About 8:00 o'clock in the evening of No- 
vember 1 0th, while Miss Saunders and Miss 
Turkington were sitting in their hut at Thiau- 
court writing letters, a shrapnel burst just out- 
side the door, splintering it and casting frag- 
ments of stone, wood, lead and steel about 
the hut. It was very providential that the 
lives of the girls were saved. Many dangerous 
happenings fell to the lot of the Salvation 
Army workers at the front. As they go where 
they are most needed they have been able to 
see the greater part of France. 

The brave men and women of the Salvation 
Army have done much to lighten the hearts 
of soldiers, to encourage and inspire them and 
give them a message as coming from home. 



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At no period in its career did the Order of Knights of Colum- 
bus occupy so high a place in public confidence and esteem as that 
reached during the war. 

The K. of C. huts in Custer were very popular and were the 
scenes of many entertainments, athletic contests and social evenings. 
After coming overseas it was not our fortune to be near a K. of C. 
hut until w^e reached Pont-a-Mousson. While we were at the front 
the K. of C. cars were always patrolling the dangerous roads and 
passing out cigarettes and chocolate to the boys. 

Shortly after we arrived at Pont-a-Mousson a hut was opened 
in an old building known as the Hotel de la Providence, on Rue 
Victor Hugo. It was under the direction of N. P. Bissonnette, of 
Springfield, Mass., assisted by Thomas F. Neary, of New York City. 

From the day of the opening the popularity of the place was 
demonstrated. An average of over fifteen hundred men per day 
were served. During the first four weeks there was a large quantity 
of merchandise given to the soldiers, one hundred and fifty thou- 
sand sheets of writing paper, fifty thousand envelopes, seven thou- 
sand five hundred Missouri meerschaums, twenty-five thousand 
packages of tobacco, one million cigarettes, three hundred pounds 
of chewing tobacco, ten cases of condensed milk, ten thousand 
packages of chewing gum, five thousand cakes of soap, two thou- 
sand five hundred packs of playing cards and hundreds of mis- 
cellaneous items. This is only an example of the great work done 
by the K. of C. and other organizations of like nature. 

Before leaving Pont-a-Mousson the managers of the local hut 
called on us and expressed their appreciation of the courtesies 
extended to them by the 329th men. They also stated that the 
hut would remain open as long as any troops were quartered in 
the city. 



183 — 



I ^^- 




Buddy 'o Mine 

Our hardships together are over and done, 

Buddy O' Mine. 
We're due for our share of the play and the fun. 

Buddy O' Mine. 
We're finee with cootie, with flu and with Hun, 
But where can we equal the pep o' that gun, 
The "soixante quinze" baby we served on the run? 

Buddy O' Mine. 

The wearisome road-hikes are things of the past. 

Buddy O' Mine. 
We're back in the place of our dreams now at last. 

Buddy O' Mine. 
We can look for our thrills without orders or caste. 
But where can we find 'em so sure and so fast 
As we did helping Babie nail Huns to the mast? 

Buddy O' Mine. 

There's little we'll miss of the old army days. 

Buddy O' Mine. 
We never will yearn for the old "red tape" ways, 

Buddy O' Mine. 
But when memory pictures the flash through the haze. 
We'll have nothing but pride and abundance of praise 
For the spitfire that taught us the friendship that stays, 

Buddy O' Mine. 



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"Goodbye, Jim: Take 
keer of yours'f." 



186 



329th 
Directory 



DIRECTORY 

329th FIELD ARTILLERY, A. E. F. 

REGIMENTAL 

CAMPBELL, TILMAN, Colonel 4 Front Street, Memphis, Tenn. 

LOTHROP, GEORGE, V. N., Major Union Trust Building, Detroit, Mich. 

BRADY, OSCAR, Captain 117 Illinois Street, Battle Creek, Mich. 

BOWEN, PAUL M., Captain 1145 Woodward Avenue, Detroit, Mich. 

BOOTH, WARREN S., Captain Birmingham, Mich. 

BARRETT, LESLIE, P., Captain Prospect Street, Ann Arbor, Mich. 

CADMAN, PAUL F., Captain 2130 San Jose Avenue, Alameda, Cal. 

MOREHEAD, LOUIS G., Captain 120 West Walnut Street, Greenfield, Ind. 

A BATTERY 

MOORE, JUNIUS H., Major 1108 Virginia Street, Charlestown, West Va. 

HAYES, CHARLES A., First Lieutenant Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin 

CARRICO, WILLIAM R., Second Lieutenant 777 Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Mich. 

GORHAM, CHESTER A., Second Lieutenant Mt. Pleasant, Mich. 

ABBOTT. CHARLES, Pvt., 1st CI. CLIFFORD, ELISHA, Pvt. GIES, HAROLD, Pvt. 

457 Trumbull Avenue, R. F. D. No. 1. 361 Antietam Street. 

Detroit. Michigan Shiloh. Ionia County, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

AHRENS. HARTZELL F., Sgt. COCHRAN, GEORGE P., Pvt. GILBERTSON, JOHN S., Pvt. 

78 East Euclid Avenue, R. F. D. No. 2, 302 Helen Avenue, 

Detroit Michigan Marysville, Georgia Detroit, Michigan 

ALDRICH, CLIFFORD C, Pvt. COLLIAN, DANIEL A., Pvt. GODWIN, EDWARD B., Pvt. 

456 Hillger Avenue. 208 Pitcher Street, R. F. D. No. 1, 

Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan Lennon, Michigan 

ANDERSON, WILLIAM, Pvt. COLLINS, WILLIAM R., Pvt. HANSON, CLARENCE C. Pvt. 1st CI. 

417 Cleveland Street, 145 Williams Street, 914 West Seventh Street, 

Detroit. Michigan Samia, Ontario, Canada Eugene, Oregon 

ANDREWS. WELLS H., Corp. CONKLIN, MARK E., Mec. HALL, HARRY M., Corp. 

Cicero, New York R. F. D. No. 3, 901 Georgia Street, 

ANSON CHARLES P Sgt Flushing, Michigan Birmingham, Ala. 

187 Lock Street, " COSTAS, JOHN, Pvt. HARRINGTON, GLENN C, Pvt. 

Lockport, New York 290 Michigan Avenue, 528 West Seventh Street, 

ARNOLD ERIC Pvt 1st CI. Detroit, Michigan Leadville, Colorado 

141 Quebec Street. East, COULSON. FRED, Pvt. HAVENS, GEORGE M., Pvt. 

Guelph, Ontario, Canada R. F. D. No. 3, 124 East Allegan Street, 

ATHERS TAMES D Pvt Ionia, Michigan Lansing, Michigan 

48 Gorham Street! DAMOUR, JOSEPH J., Pvt. HELLERMAN, WILLIAM W., Pvt. 

West Somerville. Massachusetts 503 Bangor Street, 729 Molke Avenue, 

BAILEY DONALD A.. Pvt. Bay City, Michigan Scranton, Pennsylvania 

160 Gladstone Avenue. DAVIS, HARRY D., Corp. HERBERT, WILLIAM E., Pvt. 

Detroit. Michigan 22 Grove Street, Hubbell, Michigan 

BALMER, THOMAS, Pvt. Providence, Rhode Island HILL, EARL F., Pvt. 

76 Abbott Street, DELMAR, JOHN W., Pvt. P. O. Box No. 130, R. F. D. No. 5, 

Detroit. Michigan 187 Northwestern Avenue, Reed City, Michigan 

BEARD, LAURANCE P., Sgt. Detroit, Michigan HOUSTON, ROBERT A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

2478 Lagonda Avenue. DOBBINS, FLOYD E.. Pvt. 1st CI. R- F- D. No. 26, 

Springfield, Ohio 11,929 Woodland Avenue, Delta, Ohio 

BEEBE, RALPH B., Corp. Cleveland, Ohio HOVDE, ERIK O., Mec. 

409 South Burdick Street, DOMBROWSKI ANTHONY Pvt. ^^ Brainard Street, 

Kalamazoo, Michigan 31 Hope Street, ' * Detroit, Michigan 

BONDY, WILLIAM W, Corp. Perry, New York HOWARD, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

1215 Lafayette Blvd.. West, T-iDncTP- -rmrnrinipii- t o,„ General Delivery 

Detroit, Michigan DRC^TE, THEODORE J.. Pvt. Dublin, Canada 

BOWER. GEORGE L., Hs. Eagle Michigan HUGHES, GEORGE T., Pvt. 

Flushing, Michigan „„„„,,. ^.„, „ „ 725 East Fifth Avenue, 

BOWIE, ALBERT. Pvt. °"^4^7"she^m?n''A''ven?e'- ^''"*' ^'*-«''" 

287 Wabash Avenue, Detroit Michigan HULBURD, FRED G., Corp 

Detroit, Michigan ' Care George A. Drake & Co., 

BRADLEY DAVID B Corp ENGLES, CHARLES B., Pvt. Detroit, Michigan 

Linden.' Michigan. RFD. ' ^56 Fourth Avenue. HUNDSHAMER. FRANK D., Cook 

BRAKE EDWARD P Pvt 1st CI Detroit. Michigan igig Qridgman Street, 

Potosi Wisc^Sn EDMONDSON. RAY. Corp. Flint, Michigan 

RROWN WII I lAM L Pvt 311 West Warren Avenue, HYDON. FRANK M., Sgt. 

Sral Delivery '°"''°''' ^'ch.gan Skaneateles, New York 

Jane Lew. West Virginia FADIE, FRED A.. Pvt. IRVINE, LAWRENCE R., Pvt. 

RIIRKF WTI I lAM H Pvt ^- ^- ^- ^°- ■*• 834 Franklin Street, 

" 23 Ea!^ Brooktae Sireet,- Cass City, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

Boston. Massachusetts FEDEWA, OTTO J., Pvt. JARMEY, DWAIN C, Pvt. 

BURSTALL, RUDOLPH, Pvt. Fowler, Michigan 315 Porter St reet , 

246 Beals Avenue, FENN, HARVEY A., Pvt. °''"°'*' T,".„ „ „ 

Detroit. Michigan 526 Concord Avenue, JARRENDT, WILLIAM H., Pvt. 

CASOGLOS. GUST. Pvt. Detroit. Michigan 166-28th Street, 

Care W. R. Decker, RFD. No. 5, FRALEIGH. THOMAS, Corp. ,r..,?J^,°'^^^^^^T^ Pvt 1« ri 

Pontiac. Michigan Care Mrs. O. Gibbs. J^^J^y-^?^"^/?' ^^l 'h-3u„„ 

CHALL, ALBERT E., Corp. Goodells, Michigan R . F- D. No. 4, Care Archie Glann. 

850 Seventeenth Street, p-RAVFR I OITI<5 H Pv, Flint, Michigan 

Detroit. Michigan l^flixVh Street ' JONES, EDGAR S,. Corp, 

^"1.Tfd^^^}l'?hif a"^^''^" °- ^"- De^tr^oit^'^M^^h^'an kt^^'i^^.^^t.^.^n 

^« Y8*^Ml?=uf ^^^ ^- ^^'- '-' "■ °'^t-"^tf^f -' "■' ""■ '^^^l^rBX^rl^t. ''-• 

Wi^tor Ontario, Canada D"™"' **"='"«='" Detroit, Michigan 

CHAVEZ, THOMAS, Pvt. '^^^If^^.^P'^^^^' ^'"- KECK, CHARLES F., Pvt. 

General Deliverv 51 Pellesier Street, R. F. D. No. 1. 

San Francisco? California Windsor, Ontario, Canada Laingsburg, Michigan 

CHMIELEWSKI JOSEPH S Pvt GENTILINIS, NICHOLAS, Pvt. KELLEY, WILLIAM A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

976 Joseph Campau. ' 222 Brush Street, 3515 Robin Street, 

Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan Fhnt, Michigan 

CHOLETTE OLIVER L., Pvt. GENUNG, HARRY W., Pvt. 1st CI. KENDZIORA, JOHN, Pvt. 1st CI. 

131 Linwood Avenue, R. F. D. No. 1, 672 Canfield Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan Decatur, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

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KLEIN, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

P. O. Box No. 153, 

Pewamo, Ionia County, Michigan 
KNIGHT. THOMAS HALE, Sad. 

6106 North Paulina Street, 

Chicago, Illinois 
KORTE, ADOLPH G., Pvt. 

92 Tombstone Canyon, 

Bisbee, Arizona 
KUNERT, FRANK, Pvt. 1st CI. 

226 Rhons Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LAGROU, JOHN A., Corp. 

517 Chalmers Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LA ROSE, PHILLIP, Pvt. 

634 Lockwood Street, 

Alpena, Michigan 
LEMMEN, JOHN B., Corp. 

Box No. 15, R. F. D. No. 10, 

Holland, Michigan 
LIPPOLD, ALFRED, C, Pvt. 

406 South Oak Street, 

Escanaba, Michigan 
LOWERY, DAVID L., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 3, 

Tecumseh, Michigan 
LYONS, RALPH W., Sgt. 

Bluffs, Illinois 
MACLEOD. HERBERT, Pvt. 

1463 St. Lawrence Avenue, 

Bronx, New York 
McCONKEY, GEORGE, Pvt. 1st CI. 

Box No. 1, 

Pocatello, Idaho 
McCRUMB, GLENN E., Pvt. 

1106 Michigan Avenue, 

Ann Arbor, Michigan 
McDONALD, THOMAS J., Corp. 

119 East Palmer Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
McGUIRE, JAMES, Pvt. 

163 East Congress Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
McHUGH, WILFRED, Pvt. 

56 Commonwealth Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
McKinn, George H., Pvt. 

Jefferson, Green Coimty, Pennsylvania 
MALLUS, GUST, Hs. 

290 Michigan Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MANSON, ARTHUR C, Corp. 

844 South Lyman Avenue, 

Oak Park, Illinois 
MATTER, EDWARD J., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

St. Johns, Michigan 
MATUNES, ADAM, Pvt. 

1764-52nd Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MELCHERS, RUDY, Pvt. 

600 Fitzhugh Street, 

Saginaw, Michigan 
MELICK, FRANCIS C, Corp. 

Centerburg, Ohio 
MILLER, MYRON, Sup. Sgt. 

907 Majestic Building, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MODROK, FRANK, Cook 

422 Calumet Street, 

Laurium, Michigan 
MORITZ, EDWARD T., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Fowler, Michigan 
MULLIN, CHARLES, Pvt. 

Rexton, Michigan 
MURPHY, LOUIS A., Pvt. 

62 Greenwood Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MYERS, ALBERT C, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

St. Johns, Michigan 
NASH, JOSEPH A., Pvt. 

506 McKinstry Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NIESLUCHOWSKI, STANLEY, Pvt. 

1233 McDougal Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NORTHRUP, VERNON W., Pvt. 

21 Grove Street, 

Geneva, New York 
NOWAK, STEPHEN W., Pvt. 1st CI. 

415 Woodward Avenue, Hoffman Hotel, 

Detroit, Michigan 

OCKERT, EDWARD, Pvt. 

Remus, Michigan 
ODLE, HENRY W., Pvt. 

Applegate, Michigan 
OEKMKE, HENRY H., Pvt. 

145 Amdt Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 



OLSON, HUGO P., Pvt. 

1302 Wells Street, 

Chicago, Illinois 
ORBANSKI, JOHN, Bug. 

658 John R. Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PATTERSON, CHARLIE F., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Monitor, Washington 
PAUL, SAM, Pvt. 

167 Monroe Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
or 

Malona, Island of Rhodes, 

Aegean Sea 
PERRY, WARD R., Corp. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Grand Blanc, Michigan 
PETERS, MAX, Pvt. 

148 Fairview Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PETERS, WILFRED A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

95 Greenwood Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PETERSON, GODFRED O., Pvt. 

416 Dexter Street, 

Ionia, Michigan 
PETZKE, ARTHUR E., Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Caledonia, Racine County, Wisconsin 
PHILLIPS, SELWYN E., Pvt. 

403 Marquette Street, 

Bay City, Michigan 
PIKEN, SAM, Pvt. 1st CI. 

244 Farnsworth Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PONTIUS, FRED M., Chief Mec. 

26 Antonette Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
POULLS, HARRY, Pvt. 1st CI. 

115-117 East Adams Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PROPOR, GLENN D,, Corp. 

Linden, Michigan 
RACHWITZ, WILLIAM C, Pvt. 

538 }/2 Tennyson Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RANOWSKI, GEROGE A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

P. O. Box No. 284, 

Corunna, Michigan 

REARDON, WILLIAM D., Pvt. 
234 Petosky Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

REAZIN, THOMAS H., Sgt. 
Care Miss Maude Lawson, 
637 Fourth Avenue, 
Dayton, Kentucky 

REISIG, HARRY G., Sgt. 
2320 Poplar Street, 
Port Huron, Michigan 

RENNER, LEO F., 1st Sgt. 

613 West Washington Street, 
Hagerstown, Maryland 

RICE, MARK P., Pvt. 

720-726 Grand River Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

REIGER, EDWARD A., Pvt. 
206— Meridan Street, 
Indianapolis, Indiana 

RINDERKNECHT, HARRY, Pvt. 1st CI. 
1116 Forest Avenue, 
St. Louis, Missouri 

ROBINSON, DANIEL T., Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 2, 
Brimley, Michigan 

ROOT, ERNEST E., Cook 
520 Erie Street, 
Lansing, Michigan 

RYBICKI, STEVEN J., Pvt. 
730 Hancock Avenue, East, 
Detroit, Michigan 

SCHAEFER, GEORGE, Pvt. 
1 709 Queen City Avenue, 
Cincinnati, Ohio 

SCHMITZ, PETER, Pvt. 
R F. D. No. 3, 
St. Johns, Michigan 

SCHROEDER, ELMER C, Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 3, 
Mt. Clemens, Michigan 

SCHULTZ, GEORGE J., Pvt. 1st CI. 
736 North Dewey Street, 
Owosso, Michigan 

SEEGER, WILLIAM P., Pvt. 
De Witt, Michigan 

SEYMOUR, MITCHELL, Pvt. 
496 Brush Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

SHEA, JAMES, Corp. 

215 Milwaukee Avenue, West, 
Detroit, Michigan 



SHEEDY, DANIEL F., Sgt. 

Care Mrs. Florence Bodie. 

100 East High Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SHIELS, LEO W., Pvt. 

Box No. 122, 

Hubbardston, Ionia County, Michigan 
SMITH, HERMAN, Pvt. 1st CI. 

21 Bates Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SMITH, HOWARD M., Pvt. 1st CI. 

General Delivery, 

Clio, Michigan . 
SMITH, JOHN O., Corp. 

791 Miller Avenue, 

Columbus, Ohio 

SMURTHWAITE, PERCY T., Pvt. 1st CI. 

135 West Newall Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
SOUTHARD, SIMON C, Pvt. 

Addison, Michigan 
STADLER, CLARENCE L., Pvt. 

142 Moran Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STANISZEWSKI, BRON, Pvt. 1st CI. 

141 East Canfield Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STANISZEWSKI, JOSEPH, Pvt. 1st CI. 

141 East Canfield Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STODDARD, RAY C, Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Brown City, Michigan 
STROSTER, EDWARD A., Pvt. 

401 Welsh Avenue, 

Wilmerding, Pa. 
SUVER, PHILIP, Pvt. 1st CI. 

708 Locust Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SZUMIAK, JOHN, Hs. 

440 Grandy Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TEETS, THOMAS J., Pvt. 

P. O. Box No. 42, 

Shelldrake, Michigan 

THOMPSON, WALTER H., Pvt. 

177 Franklin Street, 

Manistee, Michigan 
THORPE, OLIVER A., Bug. 

6238 Michigan Avenue, 

Chicago, Illinois 
TOMASZEWSKI, STEPHEN F., Pvt. 1st CI. 

40 Congress Street, East, 

Care Loyal Order of Moose, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TWA, WESLEY S., Cook 

Box No. 288, 

Crystal Falls, Michigan 
URBAN, CHARLES, Pvt. 

115 Playfair Street, 

Hamtramck, Michigan 
VRANA, CHARLES, Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Racine, Wisconsin 
WASSELL, CHARLES S., Mec. 

78 Auburn Avenue, 

Highland Park, Michigan 
WATKINS, NEVIN C, Pvt. 

225 Oakley Place, N. E., 

Grand Rapids, Michigan 
WEBER, LOUIS J., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Wallet Lake, Michigan 
WELCH, ROY, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 3, 

Linden, Michigan 
WELSH, JOHN P., Corp. 

Brownstown, Indiana 
WHITE, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Brimley, Michigan 
WILLIAMS, GUST, Corp. 

R. F. D. No. 3, 

Grand Blanc, Michigan 
WILLIAMS, STANLEY H., Pvt. 

234 Atkinson Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WILLS, LEWIS G., Pvt. 1st CI 

420 Pallister Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
YESKE, FRED W., Sgt. 

706 Pine Street, 

St. Joe, Michigan 
ZABA, JOSEPH, Pvt. 1st CI. 

R-6, Box No. 48, 

Union Grove, Wisconsin 
ZEHRUNG, IRA E., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Pendleton, Oregon 
ZIMMER, ALVIS C, Sgt. 

Care Dr. C. E. Hershey, 

172 East Market Street, 

Tiffin, Ohio 
ZUCCA, PETER v.. Mess Sgt. 
101 East Canfield Avenue 
Detroit, Michigan 



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B BATTERY 

FRAZIER, CECIL A., Captain 3424 Harold Avenue, Berwin, 111. 

CURTIS, DALE C, First Lieutenant 849 Stanley Avenue, Detroit, Mich. 

SARGENT, JULIAN D., First Lieutenant 375 Lake Drive, Milwaukee, Wis. 

ACKERT, CHAS. P., Second Lieutenant 5547 Chamberlin Avenue, St. Louis, Mo. 

GOBLE, DAN, Second Lieutenant Kentucky 

ACKERMAN. HERMAN, Corp. CORRIGAN. MAX L., Pvt. GUISBERT, JOHN H., Pvt. 1st CI. 

201 East Navarre Street, - 3995 Castelman Avenue, Gilford, Michigan 

South Bend, Indiana St. Louis, Missouri GUSTAFSON, WILFRED A., Sgt. 

ACKERT. CHAS. P.. 2nd Lieutenant, COLBY, WILLIAM, Corp. 202 Westminister Avenue, 

5547 Chamberlain Avenue, R. F. D. No. 2, Detroit, Michigan 

St. Louis, Missouri Laingsburg, Michigan HAIGHT CHARLES R Pvt 

ADAMS, GORDON v., Corp. CREIGHTON, ARTHUR L., Pvt. 1507 Arlington Avenue, 

136 Clinton Street, R. F. D. No. 5, Flint, Michigan 

Alpena, Michigan Portland, Michigan HAINER, WELBY Pvt. 

ALVEREZ RAMON, Pvt. CROWELL, MORRIS, Pvt. 144 East High Street, 

289 Rombley Avenue, 158 Franklin Street, Detroit, Michigan 

Detroit, Michigan Manistee, Michigan HALL, LEON O., Pvt. 1st CI. 

ARMSTRONG, LEIGHTON F., Sgt. ^"^„Ti^l; ^i I^ALE, 1st Lieutenant 14 Cooley Street, 

936 Peck Street **' Stanley Avenue, Pontiac, Michigan 

Muskegon, Michigan Detroit, Michigan HAMEL, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

A<?FI TTNF FRANK E Pvt DALE, THOMAS R., Pvt. R. F. D. No. 5, 

215 S th S St e t Morgantown, South Carolina Pontiac. Michigan 

Owosso MicWgaiT ' ' ' DARGA, JOSEPH W., Pvt. HART, JAMES T., Pvt. 

. .,.„.T, »,«.,.... »Tr e. 87 Canter Street, 16 Howland Street, 

BALTER, NATHAN I., Sgt. Detroit, Michigan Grand Rapids, Michigan 

De'troft MichT^m"' DAVY, EDWARD A., Sgt. " HARTOG, GEORGE DEN. Corp. 

uetroit, Micnigan j^ p j^ ^^^ j^ 3(,5 Monroe Street. 

BAIN, VERNE, Pvt. Hendersonville, Tennessee Monroe, Michigan 

R. F. D- No. 1, DAW, ALFRED R., Sgt. HAWKINS, DELBERT E., Pvt. 

Byron, Michigan ^gg ^,3^3 Avenue, General Delivery, 

BAGARIS, GEO. G., Cook Detroit, Michigan Hart, Michigan 

FilmonfoWo ^'"' DEAL, JAY J., Pvt. HARMAN, CHARLES O., Corp. 

Fremont, Ohio Graeral Delivery, Box 104, R. F. D. No. 1, 

BARRETT, JAMES H., Corp. Jonesville, Michigan Baroda, Michigan 

D«roi7,^"?Sfga1."""'- DOOLEN, BENJAMIN F.. Pvt. ""^"^Mi^^MfcSfi^n ^^'^^°^^ ^- ^^^ 

_ Cif^fral npliverv iviio, Michigan 

BARTOSEWICH KOSTANTY. Pvt. K^muLie IlSis HIMELHOCH, WILLIAM, Sgt. 

Detroit MicWga^" DONNELLY, JAMES P., Pvt. 318 Ferry Avenue, East, 

BAIIT FRANK F^vt 536 Bagg Street, Detroit, Michigan 

^"""Ib H^'udfon S^'eft:'- D"-''- Michigan HOLZER. WILLIAM J., Sgt. 

Detroit, Michigan DOYLE.^KENNETH W, Sgt. MiUbrSik'^'Mickgan . 

^^""jleSou^rJe^Aviiue,'- D«-''. M-»igan' HONSINGER ELMER E., Corp. 

Detroit, Michigan DREYFUS, MILTON D., Pvt. R«=^<=' Michigan 

HK-Mi-ii-i Amaciitsi d„. 1222 South 12th Street, HORNBECK, DANIEL E., L. Corp. 

r^^ • Yii,-'^^ •'•• *^"' Birmingham, Alabama 168 Tennyson Avenue, 

wTstphaUa Sigan DRUMMOND, ROYAL W.. Pvt. „„J!!f l^"^ ''"''■ ^'■="«"' 

HFwrMANN ATFRFDF Pvt 426 E. Lovel Street, HORTON, GLEN, Pvt. 

BERGMANN, ALFRED E., Pvt. Kalamazoo, Michigan R. F. D. No. 3, Box No. 25, 

ilst"jor?an MTchigan EAGLING, LLOYD, Corp. ^rt.lT^^"'^'^^'.^'^ ^'^ o 

m ANrHin tamf<? f Pvt R- F- D- No. 3, HUGHSON, ROBERT G., Pvt. 

^ 1? ««•■? '^^ • ' Lachine, Michigan 233 Fullerton Avenue', 

BODNEr'tACOBM Pvt EDDY, CHARLES M., Sgt. Detroit, Michigan 

°°°l^6Twift''i°fn5'str« : Horton, Michigan JACKSON ALEXANDER D., Pvt. 

Cleveland. Ohio EISENBERG, DAVID, Pvt. Glasgow Scotfand 

BOWMAN FRED E., Pvt. 1st CI. De'troft! M^llgan '' JAROSZ, Jo'sEPH, Pvt. 

CambHdgf: England EVEREST MARSHALL A., Pvt. slgTuaT Mifhlg^' 

BRENNEN, JOHN W., Pvt. Hubbard?tori«chigan JASPER, JOHN. Pvt. 

KaUmazoo. Michigan FINUCAN, JOHN T.. Pvt. Det/oit^Mfchi^an"" ^'""' 

nwTNKMAN FRNF«!TB Pvt Care Jefferson Avenue, Detroit, Michigan 

^''Tl'^ Ea^^b^uftSfltTe^t-; '^'- D""". Michigan JOHNSON, JOE Pvt 

Kalamazoo, Michigan FINDLAY DON L., Corp. LmoTMichigan' 

BI'OWN WILLIAM EPvt^ geese, M^higaii KELLY. JASPER H., Pvt. 

313 Kast Jefferson Avenue, ' *• _ ^oc Wam*.,- Au/>n.t^ 

Detroit, Michigan FINGER, LEO J., L. Corp. . Detroit MichuT' 

UBiTiMFl? T ANDFN I Pvt Camp Douglass, Wisconsin L>etroit, Micmgan 

^''"^ F^b': n'^^S^'' ''•■ ^^- FLOOD, FRANCIS, Cook '^^^Ji^lfJkl^^.?^''^ ''- ''"'• 

Hickory. North Carolina l.'eJerbor'o^'anada Port'lJithirr'canada 

BUCHANAN, WM. G., Pvt. feterboro. l,anaaa KFNNFDV ROV R Pvt 

2936 W. Grand Blvd., FOX, JOSEPH T., L. Corp. ^neTal DeliJerv" 

Detroit, Michigan Troy, New York gSf^rd^MiSn 

BURNS, GEORGE H., Pvt. FRAZIER, CECIL A., Captain KNEE HAVILAND L Pvt 

R F D No 2, 3424 Harold Avenue, on'/f^i iT c. T'l^ V 

i^ .»■ L- Tal™,.... TM;..r^:o 20 Columbia Strcct, East, 

Perry. Michigan Berwyn, "l-nois Detroit. Michigan 

^"'V?^.i'^??.'^^.^ ^- ^^'- ^^G^JSd^uZv- KNEELAND, HAROLD C. Pvt. 

BUSTANCE, GEORGE W., Pvt. FUERST, JOSEPH J., Pvt. KOBEL BERNARD E Pvt 

R F D No 3 963 Frederick Avenue, KOBKL., tJEKN AKU u... fin. 

«. . ■.. ».-V- T^ . „■* i,ff:..K:»..« 506 Huron Avenue. 

ClarksviUe, Michigan Detroit, Michigan ^^^.^^ ^.^^^ Michigan 

^""^i-nf n- ^°^^ ha'''"- °*^^I H^l^motd Ave^uf'' KOGLSHATZ. EDGAR R., Pvt. 1st CI. 

205 Greenwood Avenue, 218 Hamrnond Avenue, 531 Lincoln Avenue, 

Jackson, Michigan Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

CHAIT, JAKE, Pvt. GOBLE, DANIEL C., 2nd Lieutenant KOTLIER, SAMUEL E., Pvt. 

216 East Elliot Street, Gannelton, Indiana 3gj Alfred Street, 
Detroit, Michigan GOLDBERG, HARRY, Pvt. Detroit, Michigan 

COFFMAN, ROLAND S., Pvt. 5339 Minerva Avenue, KLEIN, LOUIS. Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 3, St. Louis, Missouri Hopkinsville, Kentucky 

Eldorado Springs, Missouri GAMBURD, JOSEPH, Pvt. KRAMER, ALEX. M., Pvt. 

CALACICCO, GREGORIO, Bugler 142 Adley Street, 141 Medbury Blvd., 

90 Swanton Street, Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

Winchester, Massachusetts GUINNER, HERMAN L., Corp. KUEUBLER, ADOLPH H., Pvt. 

COLLELO, JOSEPH, Pvt. 4216 N. Nesstcad Avenue, 58 Cummings Street, 

Bari per Triggialo, Italy St. Louis, Missouri Irvington, New Jersey 

COOK, REUBEN B.. Pvt. GORIN, HYMAN, Pvt. LARKINS, HARRY V., Pvt. 

GCTcral Delivery. 63 Bartlett Street, 808 W. First Street, 

Lake Odessa, Michigan Brooklyn, New York Bloomington, Indiana 

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LARSON. GILBERT H., Pvt. 1st CI. 

2933 Lyndale Street, 

Chicago, Illinois 
LAYER, CLARENCE E., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Unionville, Michigan 
LEE, HERBERT C, Pvt. 

222 High Street, West, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LENHARDT, LORENZ, Pvt. 

Orrville, Ohio 
LEWIS, GLENN W., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Box No. 173. 

Caro. Michigan 
LIGHT, SIDNEY D., Sgt. 

1714 N. Michigan Avenue. 

Saginaw, Michigan 
LING, EDWARD G., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Bancroft, Michigan 
LITTLE, ARTHUR. Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 4. 

Cass City, Michigan 
LEOTZ, CARL A., Mec. 

23 Magill Street. 

Manistee, Michigan 
LUFT, ORVEL L., Pvt. 

710 Shiawassee Street, 

Owosso, Michigan 
LUTEY, RUSSEL J., Pvt. 

705 First Street, 

Ishpheming, Michigan 
LUTTON, REED J., Pvt. 

608 Toad Avenue, 

EUwood, Pennsylvania 
McBRIDE. OSMER, Pvt. 

General Delivery. 

Brimley, Michigan 
McCARTY, EARLE D., Sgt. 

Thamesford, Ontario, Canada 
McCAUSEY, FLOYD, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 4, 

Portland, Michigan 

McDonald, Arthur j., Pvt. 

313 Courtland Avenue. 

Detroit, Michigan 
McKEE, RALPH E., Corp. 

183 Marston Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
McKINNON, JOHN W., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Goderich, Canada 
McKOWN, ADNA, W., Pvt. 

General Delivery. 

Booth Bay Harbor, Maine 
MANCHESTER, REID C, Corp. 

Oxford, Wisconsin 
MACKEY, CHARLES, Pvt. 

1068 Fairview Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MACKIE, JOHN E., Pvt. 

Box No. 78, 

Rudyard, Michigan 
MARBLE, JOHN A., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Liberty, New York 
MATTERN, JAMES, Pvt. 

541 Court Street, 

Sault Ste. Marie. Michigan 
MARZO, Vinccnzo, Pvt. 

202 East Nallen Avenue, 

Altoona. Pennsylvania 
MEYERS, CLARENCE E., Pvt. 

633 Village Street, 

Kalamazoo, Michigan 
MELTON, WILLIAM R., Sgt. 

, 6 Beresford, Detroit 
MOORE, DAVE F,, Pvt. 

Box No. 24, 

Clinton, Michigan 
MORRIS, JOHN A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Chaple Square. Crowlas Lugdvan, 

Cornwall, England 
MORRISH, HAROLD M., Pvt. 

809 Ann Arbor Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
NANKERVIS, JAMES, Pvt. 

1406 Beech Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
NEITHERCUT, CHARLES S., Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 6. 

Clare, Michigan 
NELSON, THEODORE, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Deerfield, Wisconsin 
NEUBECKER, ANDREW W., Cook 

84 Orchard Place, 

Battle Creek, Michigan 
NEWMAN, WALTER H., Pvt. 

308 Tomlinson Avenue, 

Moundsville, West Virginia 
NOWLEN, IRVING J., L. Corp. 

1337 Buchanan Street, 

Grand Rapids, Michigan 



NYGREN, ERIC A., Pvt. 

572 Merrick Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
O. JIBWAY, GEORGE W., Pvt. 

724 Spruce Street, 

Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 

OLMSTEAD, ARTHUR L., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Detour, Michigan 
PAAVOLA, ONNIE H., Pvt. 

1506 Marble Avenue, 

Flint, Michigan 
PATRICK, MIKE P., Pvt. 

Copper City, Michigan 
PAYNE, WARREN C, Pvt. 

1329 N. Saginaw Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
PECKHAM, HARRY, Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Oxford, Michigan 
PRICE, CHARLES H., 1st Sgt. 

434 Blaine Avenue, 

Marion, Ohio 
PLACE, KARL J., Pvt. 

1126 Harding Avenue, 

Owosso, Michigan 
QUINN, CLAYTON D., Pvt. 

112 Seventh Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
RAFFERTY, THOMAS J., Pvt. 

Highland Falls, New York 
REEDER, GEORGE, Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Reed City, Michigan 
REIGER, FRANK, Corp. 

1407 East 88th Street, 

Cleveland, Ohio 
RITTER, BERNARD C, Pvt. 

236 Avondale Avenue, 

Columbus, Ohio 
ROE, ROBERT G., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Pickford, Michigan 
ROSENBERG, HERMAN, Pvt. 

2020 Russell Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RONSA, JULIAN S., Corp. 

6 McKinley Avenue, 

Grosse Point Farms, Michigan 
ROSZMANN, HARRY, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 5. 

Owosso, Michigan 
SAARI, GUSTI, Pvt. 

719 Currie Street, 

Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 
SANFORD, GEORGE L., Pvt. 

R. F. D., 

Hawley, Michigan 
SCANLON, JOHN F., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Carleton, Michigan 
SCHMIDTMAN, FREDERICK S., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Bath, Michigan 
SCHMITT, JOSEPH A., Pvt. 

216 Owen Street, 

Hamilton, Ohio 
SCHROCK, JOEL, L. Corp. 

Box 72, R. F. D. No. 1, 

Jones, Michigan 
SEEFELD, PAUL F., Sgt. 

Eldorado, Pennsylvania 
SEWARD, WILEY B., Corp. 

616 W. Riverview, 

JeffersonviUe, Indiana 
SHARICK, GEORGE D., Corp. 

1403 Church Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
SHIELDS, WM. 1st Lieutenant 

Calumet, Oklahoma 
SHELTON, ANDIE Z., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Burnes, Tennessee 
SHERWOOD, CARL B., Pvt. 

Mio, Michigan 
SOPER, FRANK W., L. Corp. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Alpena, Michigan 
SMITH, ROBERT A., Pvt. (deceased) 

R. F. D. No. 2, Box 16, 

Wyandotte, Michigan 
SNYDER, JOSEPH J., Pvt. 

222 Cherry Street. 

Battle Creek, Michigan 
STECHSCHULTE, HUGO A., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Owosso, Michigan 



STEINER, FLOYD R., Pvt. 
516 Garfield Avenue, 
Owosso, Michigan 

STEINKE, EDWARD G., Pvt. 
1 78 Peterboro Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

STREHL, FLOYD R., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Watseka, Illinois 
SULLIVAN, HARRY, Pvt. 

23 Bay Street, 

Cambridge, Massachusetts 
SUNDAY, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

Box 266. 

St. Charles. Michigan 
SWAYNE. HARVEY R., Pvt. 

Box No. 167, 

Metamora, Michigan 
THACKHAM, GEORGE, Pvt. 

913 Cedar Street, 

Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 
TOMCHAK, JOHN, Pvt. 

Kennicott, Alaska 
TONKIN, WILLIAM W., Pvt. 

49 McLean Avenue, 

Highland Park, Michigan 
TORREY, RAY E., Pvt. 

17 Daton Street, 

Oxford, Michigan 
TRAVERS, JAMES, Pvt. 

336 E. Spruce Street, 

Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 
TRIPP, WALTER C, Corp. 

R. F. D. No. 31, 

Trumansburg, New York 
ULSHAFER, ROBERT P., Pvt. 

393 Walnut Street, 

Wabash, Indiana 
VAN SPYKER, HARM, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 3, 

Zeeland, Michigan 
VARGO, MIKE P., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Huntington, Arkansas 
VAUGHN, CLAYTON E., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Kent, Ohio 
VINCENT, BURYL E., Pvt. 

703 Saginaw Street, 

Durand, Michigan 
VICKERS, HARRY J., Pvt. Ist CI. 

Cass City, Michigan 
VITELLI, FRED E., Pvt. 

1230 W. 73rd Street, 

Chicago, Illinois 
WATLING, JOHN C, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Shaftsburg, Michigan 
WEBBER. FRANCIS E., Corp. 

34 East End, 

Redruth, Cornwall, England 
WEBER, CLARENCE A., Pvt. 

1121 16th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WESTROM, WALTER H., Pvt. 

6626 Carpenter Street, 

Chicago. Illinois 
WIERZBICKI, JOHN, Pvt. 

5 Bushby Street. 

Detroit, Michigan 
WIESZECINSKI, JOHN W., Pvt. 

317 Third Street, 

Rochester, Michigan 
WILCOX, MELVIN, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Morley, Michigan 
WILLIAMS, STANLEY W., Pvt. 

702 Wilcox Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
WILLIAMS, TELFER C, Pvt. 

1345 Hamilton Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
WILSON, DAVID, Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Dryberg, Michigan 
WITHEY, WILLIAM C, Pvt. 

312 South Park Avenue, 

Jackson, Michigan 
WOOSTER, EDGAR D., L. Corp. 

1309 Ann Arbor Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
YATS, CLARENCE N., Pvt. 

213 W. Mason Street, 

Owosso, Michigan 
ZOLTOWSKI, LEO F., Mec. 

86 Livingstone Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 



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C BATTERY 



BAXTER, CURTIS A., Captain 

BARTLETT, WALTER S., First Lieutenant 

GAY, JOHN B., First Lieutenant 

DITMER, OTTO H., Second Lieutenant 317 South 

DICKIE 



AKLEY, LEROY, 1st Sgt. 
43-9th Street, 
Franklin, Pennsylvania 

ALTSCHWAGER, PAUL E., Pvt. 
118 Harmon Street, 
Milwaukee, Wisconsin 

ATKINS, ERNEST S., Sgt. 
300 Seward Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

BAAS, PETER, Corp 

400 Marietta Avenue, N. E , 
Grand Rapids, Michigan 

BARIE, ARTHUR E., Pvt. 
935 West Warren Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

BARROWS, CARL A., Corp. 
1175 Gay Street, 
Portland, Oregon 

BARTKOWIAK, ANTHONY F., Pvt. 1st CI. 

377 Willis Avenue, East, 

Detroit, Michigan 
BAUMIA, EDWARD J., Cook 

841 Crane Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 

BEAUCHESNE, ARTHUR, Pvt. 
213 Queen Street, 
Saginaw, Michigan 

BERGER, HENRY, Pvt. 

11210 Stephenson Avenue, 
Chicago, Illinois 

BICKFORD, ARTHUR, Pvt. 
2600-7th Street, 
DcsMoincs, Iowa 

BOROWSKY, WILLIAM A., Pvt. 
999 Pennsylvania Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

BOZA, AUGUST, Pvt. 

753 Mitchell Avenue. 

Detroit, Michigan 
BROWN, CORNELIUS T., Pvt. 

4034 W. 12th Street, 

Chicago, Illinois 
BRYANT, DONALD J., Corp. 

1418-15th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CALABRESE, FRANK, Sgt. 

358 Orleans Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CAMPBELL, COLIN, Sgt. 

83 Frederick Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CAMPBELL, JOSEPH T., Cook 

1833 Parkway, 

Everett, Massachusetts 
CARL, RUDOLPH, Corp. 

358 Van Dyke Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CARNEY, JOHN, Pvt. 1st CI. 

438 Elizabeth, West, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CARRIE, ROBERT L., Corp. 

49 Tuscola Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CARTER, WILLIAM M., Pvt. 

Box No. 64, R. F. D. No. 4, 

Dalton, Georgia 
CASPER, MATTHEW, Pvt. 

1004 Hancock, West, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CHADWICK, ALBERT P., Chief Mcch. 

Boscawer, New Hampshire 
CHADWICK, CLARENCE, Pvt. 

Deford, Michigan 
CHASE. HAROLD D., Pvt. 

161 Philadelphia Avenue. East, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CHESNAU, LOUIS, Pvt. 

175 Wilkins Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CONNELLY, PETER J., Corp. 

305 W. Warren Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
COSTA, FERDINANDO F., Pvt. 

Laurium, Michigan 
CUNNINGHAM. DAVID E., Sgt. 

705 N Vine Street, 

Orrville, Ohio 
DARBE, WILLIAM J., Pvt. 

358 Antietam Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DAWSON, JOHN P., Mec. 

R. F. D. No. 3, 

Fairgrove, Michigan 



DeJARNETT. JAMES R., Pvt. 

607 E. 13th Street, 

Little Rock, Arkansas 
DeLISLE, LARRY, Pvt. 

Pearl Street, 

Marine City, Michigan 
DIBBLE, DONALD E., Pvt. 

5101 E. 14th Street, 

Oakland, California 
DILAURA, PETER. Mess Sgt. 

642 Jj Rivard Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DOHERTY, LAURENCE, Corp. 

144 Cherry Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DONOGHUE, HENRY W., Pvt. 

1040 Monroe Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DOODY, DANIEL J., Pvt. 

1241 S. Millard Avenue, 

Chicago, Illinois 
DROLSHAGEN, JOHN J., Pvt. 1st CI. 

469 Sherman Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DUDICK, SYLVESTER J., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Stanwood, Michigan 
DUMOUCHELLE, ALBERT J., Pvt. 

256-1 5th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
EDBERG, GEORGE W., Pvt. 

Winter, Wisconsin 
FAIRCHILD, LYNN C, Corp. 

175 Kerby Avenue, West, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FARRINGTON, CLARE W., Pvt. 

902 N. 3rd Street, 

Marquette, Michigan 
FAVIO, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

47-22nd Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FERRY, PETER, Corp. 

Box No. 86, R. F. D. No. 1, 

Monroe, Michigan 

FISHER, IRA C, Pvt. 1st CI. 

603 West Court Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
FITZPATRICK, JEROME B., Corp 

32 Rosedale Court, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FOGGIANO, MIKE, Pvt. 1st CI. 

691 Riopelle Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FORBES, RUSSELL C, Pvt. 

109 Porter Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FOTIS, STEVE, Pvt. 

143 Monroe Avenue, , 

Detroit, Michigan 
FRANKLIN, RUSSELL C, Pvt. 

140 Hendrie Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GALLAGHER, LOUIS, Pvt. 

1818 Monroe Street, 

Toledo, Ohio 
GALLEANO, JOHN D., Pvt. 

6617 Bartmer Avenue, 

St. Louis, Missouri 
GARVALIA, FRANK, Horseshoer 

535 Russell Street. 

Detroit, Michigan 
GAPA, JOHN, Pvt. 

Posen, Michigan 
GAUDET, RICHARD A., Pvt. 

5 Maple Park Avenue, 

Medford, Massachusetts 
GEBAUER, ALFRED, Pvt. 

1157 Belvidere Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GERDS, CHARLES T., Pvt 

1185 Crane Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GLICK, HENRY R., Pvt. 

1608 E. Main Street, 

Richmond, Indiana 
GOLDSBERRY, BEN, Pvt. 

1523 N. Webster Street, 

Kokomo, Indiana 
GURIN, SAMUEL, Sgt. 

70 Smith Avenue. N., 

St. Paul, Minnesota 
HADDIX, HARRISON, Pvt. 

434 Nolan Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
HALL, HERMAN C, Pvt. 

270 Theodore Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 

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Van Wert, Ohio 

55 Prospect Street, Milwaukee, Wis. 

Portage, Wis. 

Pennsylvania Avenue, Independence, Kan. 
'.'Address Unknown 

HANNENBERG. JOSEPH, Pvt. 
1055-3rd Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
HEMPSTED, GEORGE, Pvt. 
315 E. 9th Street, 
Flint, Michigan 
HENSLER, HARRY E., Sgt. 
204 Schuylkill Avenue, 
Pottsville, Pennsylvania 
HERKIMER, KENNITH W., Pvt. 

Maybee, Michigan 
HEWITT, WILLIAM G., Sgt. 
R. F. D. No. 5, 
Allegan, Michigan 
HINTZ, HENRY O., Pvt. 1st CI. 
II Leverette Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 
HUNT. ROBERT L., Pvt. 
101 Mitchell Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
HUNTER, HAROLD, Pvt. 
122 E. 5th Street, 
Flint, Michigan 
HURRY, HARRY, Pvt. 
505 Prospect Street, 
Flint, Michigan 
JOHNSON, LOVELL A., Sgt. 
86 Lincoln Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
KAZMIERCZAK, ANDREW, Pvt. 
1511 Mitchell Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
KELLAR, ALVIN L., Bugler 
313-6th Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 
KELLY, ROBERT J., Pvt. 
80 Piquette Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
KELLY, THOMAS J., Pvt. 
488 Clairmont Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
KENBEEK, LAWRENCE, Pvt. 
650 Mullet Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 
KING, EBEN E., Pvt. 
35 Dexter Street, 
Woonsocket, Rhode Island 
KING, GEORGE, Pvt. 
75 Lincoln Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
KNOLL, RICHARD A., Pvt. 1st CI. 
R. F. D. No. 3, 
Vassar, Michigan 
KRESS, LEO F., Pvt. 

St. Johns, Michigan 
KROLL, GUSTAF, Pvt 
Butler Street, 
Caro, Michigan 
KRZIZESKI, ELMER, Pvt. 
1044 Ferry Avenue, East, 
Detroit, Michigan 
KUHN, ALBERT, Pvt. 
869 Belmont Avenue, 
Hamtramck, Michigan 
KYLE, FRANK, Pvt. 

Milwaukee, Oregon 
LEONARD, CLARENCE MARTIN, Pvt. 

Kingston, Pennsylvania 
LOOMAS, BERT N., Pvt. 
808 Elizabeth Street, 
Flint, Michigan 
LYNESS, FLOYD R., Pvt. 
1523 Detroit Street, 
Flint, Michigan 
MACHIN, HORACE A., Pvt. 
674 Ferry Park Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
MACKELLAR, MALCOLM L., Corp. 
186 Philadelphia Avenue, East, 
Detroit, Michigan 
MANN, HERMAN O., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Shattuc, Illinois 
MARCOFF, ELIA, Saddler 
647 Chene Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 
MARTIN, CYRIL J., Pvt. 
208 State Street, 
Camden New Jersey 

MASSEY, WILLIAM T.. Pvt. 
2128 "G" Street, 
Granite City, Illinois 

McAULIFFE, WILLIAM, Pvt. 
440 Ridge Street, 
Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 



McGOWAN, JOHN, Pvt. 
241 Clinton Street, 
New York City, New York 

McGregor, niles r., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 
Mt. Carmel, Illinois 

McLEAN, GEORGE, Pvt. 
496 Putman Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

McMAHON, Leslie A., Pvt. 
40 Hogarth Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

McMANUS, WILLIAM L., Corp. 
510 Jefferson Avenue East, 
Detroit, Michigan 

MEINKE, WILLIAM C, Pvt. 
896 Holcomb Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

MENZIES, LESLIE J., Sgt. 
Yale, Michigan 

MICHALSKI, STANLEY, Pvt. 
10 Person Street, 
Buffalo, New York 

MIKULA, MIKE, ?vt. 

72 Peterson Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MILLER, HARRY P., Horseshoer 

703 Walnut Street, 

Saginaw, Michigan 
MILLER, RAYMOND R., Pvt. 

1417 Avenue "C," 

Flint, Michigan 
MOGLEN, BENJAMIN, Pvt. 

235 Atkinson Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MOLTECK, MORRIS, Pvt. 

1198 St. Antoine Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MORGIA, DOMINICO E., Cook 

4552 W. Jefferson Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MURRAY, WILLIAM R., Pvt. 

713-14th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NALECZ, LEON, Cook 

285 Garfield Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NICKOLIS, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

193 Monroe Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NOLAN, JAMES T., Stable Sgt. 

48 St. Johns Park, High Gate, 

London, N., England 
NORWICH, ROBERT J., Pvt. 1st CI. 

130 McDonnell Avenue, 

Toronto, Ontario, Canada 
O'DONNELL, PATRICK M., Pvt. 

172 Hogarth Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
O'NEILL, JOHN D., Pvt. 

529 Fairview Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
ORLEMAN, THOMAS T., Pvt. 

424-1 2th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PAPKE, JOHN R., Pvt. 1st CI. 

667 Wabash Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PAPPATHEODORE, NICHOLIS.Pvt.lstCl. 

27 Monroe Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PATTERSON, GEORGE J., Mec. 

431 Canton Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PATZKOWSKY, WILLIE B., Pvt. 

Fairview, Oklahoma 



RANKIN, DON C, Bugler 
313-6th Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

REDMON, JOHN A., Pvt. 

896 Garfield Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RINEHART, GEORGE D., Corp. 

257 N. Grand Avenue, 

Kittanning, Pennsylvania 
RONAN, ORVA, Pvt. 

Jennings, Michigan 
ROSE, SAMUEL, Pvt. 

Princeton, Michigan 

ROSENAY, ARTHUR G., Pvt. 
191 Cleveland Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

ROSSENBERG, MORRIS, Pvt. 

117 S. 8th Street, 

Brooklyn, New York 
SAUNDERS, JOHN E., Pvt. 1st CI. 

65 Arthur Avenue N., 

Hamilton, Ontario, Canada 
SCANLON, JAMES S., Pvt. 

948- 14th Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCAVONE, MIKE, Horseshoer 

331 Illinois Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHLICHTER, ORLIE A., Pvt. 

921-12th Street, 

Portsmouth, Ohio 
SCHNEIDER, RAYMOND C, Pvt. 

103 Poplar Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHULTZ, STEPHEN L., Corp. 

424 High Street, W., 

Detroit, Michigan 
SEBASTIAN, DAVID W., Corp. 

1511 Seymour Street, 

Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 
SHARP, BENJAMIN J., Pvt. 

718 S. Henry Street, 

Bay City, Michigan 
SHERRILL, TROY J., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 6, 

Statesville, North Carolina 
SMITH, FORREST A., Pvt. 

801 Carlisle Avenue, 

Dayton, Ohio 
SMITH, GROVER H., Corp. 

Nokomis, Illinois 
SOPER, JOHN T., Pvt. 

903 Scott Street, 

Covington, Kentucky 
SPRINGER, GEORGE A., Pvt. 

705 Hill Street, 

Sidney, Ohio 
STADLER, CLARENCE L., Pvt. 

308 Trumbull Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STEVENSON, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

Pickford, Michigan 
STEWART, THOMAS, Pvt. 1st CI. 

300 Hague Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STORK, BARNEY E., Corp. 

374 E. Lafayette Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STRAUB, FLOYD E., Corp. 

192 Harmon Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STUDER, JOHN A., Pvt. 

77 Wooster Street, 

Norwalk, Ohio 
SUGDEN, MILTON D., Pvt. 

Cass City, Michigan 



SZANDZIK, EDWARD, Pvt. 

1210 Jos Campau Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SZCZERBIK, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

965 Harper Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TARN, JOSHUA, Pvt. 1st CI. 

Box No. 365, 

W. Frankfort County, Illinois 
TERRY, ROY E., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Orion, Michigan 
THOMAS, JOHN, Corp. 

525 Larned Street, E., 

Detroit, Michigan 
THOMPSON, WILLIAM G., Corp. 

704 Fourth Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

TILLITSON, LEON, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Portland, Michigan 
TITTLE, CLAUDE L., Pvt. 1st CI. 

1154 Lincoln Avenue, W., 

Toledo, Ohio 
TREIBER, JESSE E., Corp. 

Unionville, Michigan 
TRINKLEIN, TRAUGOTT, Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 3, 

Vassar, Michigan 
TRUBOW, PHILLIP H., Pvt. 1st CI. 

175 Michigan Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
UFLAND, GLEN J., Pvt. 

48 Pitcher Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
ULRICH, PETER. Pvt. 

St. Johns, Michigan 
VERGA, RALPH B., Pvt. 

301 N. Main Street, 

Muncy, Pennsylvania 
VERRY, GEORGE L., Supply Sgt. 

195 Webb Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
VOYTKO, JOHN L., 1st Sgt. 

Box No. 108, 

Forbes Road, Pennsylvania 
WARNER, CLAYTON R., Pvt. 

736 Fairview Avenue, 

Grand Rapids, Michigan 
WARNOCK, ROBERT, Pvt. 

705 Fourth Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

WATKINS, HARKER S., Corp. 

1000 Lawton Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WATKINS, WILLIAM A., Pvt. 

Tifton, Georgia 
WENTWORTH, ELMER R., Pvt. 

531 Third Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WINKLER, EMIL, Pvt. 

887 Bessmore Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WROBEL, OTTO W. T., Pvt. 

195 Hendricks Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
YOUNG, GEORGE T., Sgt. 

357 Merrick Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
YOUNG, JOE, Pvt. 

52 Spruce Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
YOUNGS, CECIL E., Pvt. 

Peck, Michigan 
ZAKRZEWSKI, HARRY, Pvt. 

1803 Chopin Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 



D BATTERY 

HICKS, HUNTER M., Captain Nashville, Tenn. 

LaMAR, CLIFFORD M., Captain Bariboo, Wis. 

BROWN, STACY L., First Lieutenant 707 Woodward Avenue, Beloit, Wis. 

GEMUEND, HARRY H., Second Lieutenant 212 West Washington Street, Ionia, Mich. 

THOMPSON, ANDREW H., Second Lieutenant 58 Ontario Street, Cohoes, N. Y. 

ACKERMAN, TRUEMAN E., Pvt. ATHANS, GUST G., Pvt. BARTSCH, PAUL F., Pvt. 
239 John R. Street, 102 Cherry Street, Houston, Texas 

Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan BEACH VALENTINE L., Corp. 

AMBROSE. ROLL A., Sgt. '^'^^.'i^^i??' LUTHER H., Sgt. R. F D 

Tekonsha, Michigan "6 Aldme Square, Pittsford, Michigan 

ANDERSON, GROVER L., Pvt. ATRA^'^P^FTFR °Pvt BEACH, GAROLD E., Pvt. 

Union City, Indiana sliGarJeld Avenue, PTf me°!nSk 

AIMONE, GEORGE, Pvt. Detroit, Michigan LakevlUe, Indiana 

2481 C Street, AUSUM, EARL J., Mech. BENNETT, CURRY A., Pvt. 

Calumet, Michigan Rosscommon, Michigan New Smyrna, Florida 

ARGOTSINGER, GEORGE H., Pvt. " BANDANZA, PETER, Adlr. BEGEL, CARSON M., Corp. 

1708 South 6th Street, 88 Russel Street, 406 Ward Street, 

Harlon, Iowa Detroit, Michigan Flint, Michigan 

ARNOLD, EDWIN F., Pvt 1st CI. BARTHOLF, ELMER E., Pvt 1st CI. BERKEMEIER, HENRY L., Pvt. 

832 Prairie Avenue, 37 Selden Avenue, 209 West Nineteenth Street, 

Decatur, Illinois Detroit, Michigan Cairrington, Kentucky 

— 194— ■ 



BOETTCHER, MATIN, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 
Brant, Michigan 

BOSTICK, ELMER H.. Pvt. 
219 Spruce Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

BOZE. CLIFFORD, Corp. 
Box 58, 
Davidson, Michigan 

BRADY, FRED K., Pvt. 
1538 Root Street, 
Flint, Michigan 

BREWER, LEONARD, Pvt. I cl. 
96 Grove Street. 
Wyandotte, Michigan. 

BRISBAY, SYLVESTER, Pvt. 
1171 Gilbert Avenue, 
Cincinnati, Ohio. 

BROWN, JOSEPH M., Cook 
842 Lillibridge Street, 
Detroit, Michigan. 

BUNDY, JOHN F., Pvt. 
General Delivery, 
Swartz Creek, Michigan. 

BURNS, ALFRED L., Corp. 
1218 16th Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

BUTLER, HERBERT W., Sgt. 
1347 Trumbull Avenue. 
Detroit, Michigan. 

CAPONIGRI, ANTHONY., Pvt. 
6729 S. Hermitage Avenue, 
Chicago, III. 

CARPENTER, WILLIAM C, Sgt. 

Belleville, Michigan 
CARSON, JOHN S., Pvt. 1 cl. 

1442 Maryland Avenue, 

Flint, Michigan 

CATSHELL, JOHN. Pvt. 
270 Watson Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

CHESTE, PATRICK, Pvt. 

106 Elm Street, 

Danbury, Connecticut 
CHRYSLER, HARRY M., Sgt. 

574 Porter Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CLARK, JAY, Pvt. 

1 1 Mulberry Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
COOLIDGE, GEORGE W., Pvt. 1 cl. 

R. F. D. 1, 

Wellsboro, Pennsylvania 

COOPER, FRANK H., Corp. 

323 Porter Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CORZE, TONY, Pvt. 

824 Cambridge Avenue, 

Chicago, Illinois 
CORBIN, OSCAR F., Pvt. 1 Cl. 

240 8th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CURTISS, OREN N.. Pvt. 1 Cl. 

402 Butternut Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CRITES, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

P. O. Box 197, 

Sedgwick, Colorado 
DANOZON, JOHN J., Pvt. 

769 Russel Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DAVIS, FRANK S., Pvt. 

144 Richfield Road, 

Flint, Michigan 
DOMPS, MICHEAL, Pvt. 

1005 East Palmer Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DERES2EWSKI, ALEX., Pvt. 

1610 Iroquois Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DEITRICH, HERBERT A., Pvt. 

11 Birmingham Avenue, 

Guelph, Ontario 
DONBROWSKI, STANLEY, Pvt. 

391-33rd Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DORMAN, WILBUR C, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 4, 

Caro, Michigan 
DOUGHERTY, JACK M., Pvt. 

1043 Monroe Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DUNNING, CLARENCE S., Pvt. 1st Cl. 

R. F. D. No. 5, 

Gladwin, Michigan 
EHRMAN, RAYMOND E., Pvt. 

486 Manistique Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
ENOS, GEORGE E., Pvt. 

2211 Whirlpool Street, 

Niagara, New York 



ERKFITZ, LOUIS H., Sgt. 
263 LaBresse Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

EVANS, OWEN W., Pvt. 
415} 2 Detroit Street, 
Flint. Michigan 

FOLON, JASPER S., Pvt. 
826 Margarette Street, 
Flint, Michigan 

FOLSOM, LEWIS, Pvt. Ut Cl. 
Center Lake, Michigan 

FORD, CHARLES B., Pvt. 1st Cl. 
1 Comb Street, 
Southbridge, Massachusetts 

FULLER. HARRY M., Pvt. 
420 Grand Avenue, 
Grand Rapids Michigan 

GARLAND. WALTER S., Pvt. Ut Cl. 
500 Summer Place, 
Knoxville, Tennessee 

GASINSKI, TEEPIL, Pvt. 
1944 Chopin Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

GAUMER, PAUL H., Bugler 
Clayton, Michigan 

GAISER, GORDON H., Bugler 
46 Sycamour Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

GELSLIGHTER, HAROLD P., Pvt. 
187 Lyall Avenue, 
Rochester, New York 

GELLISPIE, WILLIAM D., Pvt. 
General Delivery, 
Pewamo, Michigan 

GERHARD, ANTHONY J., Pvt. 

958 Bewick Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GOKEY, CLARENCE I., Pvt. 

180 Fifth Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 

GOODCHILD, GEORGE, Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 2, 
Caro, Michigan 

GORA, WALTER J., Pvt. 

941 E. WARREN Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GOTTSCHALK, HERBERT, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Port Austin, Michigan 

GRAMAS, JAMES J., Pvt. 

454 Crobsy Street, 

Grand Rapids, Michigan 
GRANT, ALMA E., Pvt. 

33 Brighton Avenue, 

Highland Park, Michigan 
GANE, HOMER L., Pvt. 

121 Candler Avenue, 

Highland Park. Michigan 
GRETTENBERGER, FRED C, Pvt. 

732- 15th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GROSSMAN, LEO. Corp. 

232 Hubert Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GURSKEY, CHESTER, Pvt. 

123 N. 5th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HAMILTON, DONALD M., Pvt. 

137 W. Milwaukee Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HANDLEY, ALEXANDER C, Pvt. 

368 J'2 Grand River Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HANKS, EDGAR S., Pvt. 

141 Smith Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HANNA, ELMER J , Corp. 

St. Louis, Michigan 
HAZZENZAHL, George C, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Utica. Michigan 
HENRY, ISAAC M., Pvt. 

180 W. Baltimore Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HERBERT, EARL, Pvt. 

513 5th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HERTEL, JOHN, Corp. 

329 Warren West, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HOBBS, ROY G., Pvt. 

Wayne, Michigan 
HODSON, ALVA L., Corp. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Hillsdale, Michigan 
HUSTED, WILLIAM E.. Pvt. 

West Branch, Michigan 
HYDEN, ARTHUR, Pvt. 

650 Chenc Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 

— 195 — 



INCE, WALDO W., Pvt. 

R. F. D. 5, 

Alvord, Texas 
JACKOUMIS, PETER, Pvt. 

1300 Adams Street, 

Gary, Indiana 
JOHNSON. ETHERIDGE C, Pvt. 

313 N. Third Street, 

E. Nashville, Tennessee 
JOHNSTON, FORD S., Corp. 

426 East 50th Place, 

Chicago, Illinois 

JONES, EVERETT H., Pvt. 
Meden, Tennessee 

JONES, JOSEPH L., Pvt. 
General Delivery, 
Onekama, Michigan 

KELLY. PATRICK P., Pvt. 
3515 Robin Street, 
Flint, Michigan 

KLEIN, JOHN, Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 1, 
New Lothrop, Michigan 

KNAPP, FRED A., Pvt. 
1921 Woodside Avenue, 
Bay City, Michigan 

KURKOWSKI, MARION, Pvt. Ist CL 
463 Garfield Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

LACEY, PATRICK H., Pvt. 
2021 Stanford Avenue, 
Flint, Michigan 

LADECK, FIDER, Pvt. 
872 Camerson Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

LaMONTAGNE, GEORGE, Pvt. 
213 Pine Hill Avenue, 
Cheboygan, Michigan 

LAURIE, GEORGE, Pvt. 
16 Allen Street, 
Aberdeen, Scotland 

LEE, ROBERT E., Pvt. 
4016 St. Elmo Avenue, 
St. Elmo, Tennessee 

LEHR, ALLEN F., Pvt. 
217 Ida Street, 
Berwick. Pennsylvania 

LAVANTINE, HARRY A., Corp. 

438 Hudson Avenue, 
Albany, New York 

LEWIS, La VERNE J., Pvt. 
Jonesville, Michigan 

LORANGER, FRANK R., Pvt 

R. F. D. No. 6, 

Hemlock, Michigan 
LUNDQUIST, ROY E., Pvt. 

533 Howard Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MACKEY, WILLIAM F., Pvt. 

311 Pallister Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MALIM, HERBERT S., Sgt. 

106 Mack Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
McCLAIN, ROY D., Sgt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Farmingdale, Illinois 
McCRACKEN, RAYMOND C, Pvt. 

507 Cedar Street, 

Sault St. Marie, Michigan 
McGINNIS, GEO. A , Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 15, 

Newberry, Indiana 
McWATTERS, RICHARD G., Pvt. 

2283 East Jefferson Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MEADE, WALTER E., Pvt. 

1228 Washburn Avenue, 

Topeka, Kansas 
MILES, FRANK G., Sgt. 

425 Vermont Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MILLER, DUDLEY P., Sgt. 

315 Heath St., 

Logansport, Ind. 
MILLER, FREDERICK B., Pvt. 

Lexington, Michigan 
MISENHIMER, GROVER C, Pvt 

General Delivery, 

Jonesboro, III. 
MONTIE, EDWARD C, Pvt. 

722 St. Claire Ave., 

Detroit, Mich. 
MONAHAM, EDWARD V., Mech. 

Walkerton, Ontario, Canada 
MURRAY, ROY C, Pvt. 

Highgate, Ontario. Canada 
NEFF, ALVIN L., Sgt. 

R. F. D., 

Jamestown, Ind. 



NELSON, HARRY J., Mech. SIGG, HENRY, Pvt. TRYAN, ALBERT, Pvt. 

137 West Michigan Ave., 1226 Delaware Avenue, Escanaba, Michigan 

Marquette, Michigan Detroit, Michigan URDA ANTHONY Sgt 

NEWMAN, RICHARD T., Pvt. SIMONICH, JOHN F., Hrs. 114 Gilbert Avenue, ' 

407 Drexel Ave., 40 County Road. Detroit, Michigan 

CT,?,7°rJ^^^CV r Pvt °'"°'^' '^''='''^^" VANDEN BUSSCHE, OMER, Pvt. 

?^, i. J E ' SIDLER, PAUL B., Sgt. 560 Holcomb Avenue, 

303 Howard St., IO95 Brooklyn Avenue, Detroit, Michigan 

Cadillac, Mich. Detroit, Michigan VANnF VKTRF FRANK F Pvt 

PALMATEER, MYRON F., Pvt. c,.,„c«»t T,Ax,T,,r r, VANDEVEIRE, FRANK F, Pvt. 

641 Michigan Ave SIMPSON, HARRY, Pvt. 11935 Eggleston Avenue, 

Detroit Michigan ' ^^^ Tillman Avenue, Chicago, Illinois 

PRESTON WILLIAM C Pvt Detroit, Michigan VAN LEEUWEN, GASTON, Pvt. 

2117 Joliet Ave., ' SMITH, BENJAMIN E., Cook, 17 Belvidere Avenue, 

Seattle, Washington 46 Hazel Street, Detroit, Michigan 

PROEBER, HAROLD H., Corp. Detroit, Michigan VROOMAN, LOUIS J., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 14, SMITH, EDWARD R., Pvt. 245 Petoskey Avenue, 

Caldonia, Wisconsin 1823 Parsons Avenue, Detroit, Michigan 

PULLING lOHN H Pvt ^^^' ^'- ^°^'^- Illinois WALES, BENJAMIN H., Pvt. 

658 Tabor St, ' ' SMITH, GLENN H, Corp. R. F. D. No. 1, 

Adrian, Michigan Burr Oak, Michigan Decatur, Illinois 

QUARTERS, NORMAN C, Pvt. SOBEL, Ben B., Pvt. WALTHARD, FRED, Pvt. 

616 North Front St., 2988 East Grand Boulevard, 237 Millville Avenue, 

Marquette, Mich. ' Detroit, Michigan Hamilton, Ohio 

REIDSEMA, CHESTER D., Pvt. STINER, ROY, Pvt. WARD, LAWRENCE A., Sgt. 

24 South Monroe Ave., 90 Cascade Street, 1416 Myra Avenue, 

Columbus, Ohio Detroit, Michigan Los Angeles, California 

REILLY, VICTOR A., Pvt. STOUTENBURG, HERBERT N., Sgt. WAUCHTER, WALTER M., Pvt. 

406 Warren, West.,' 339 Warren West, 1512 Garfield Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan ' Detroit, Michigan Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 

REINHOLDT, GUSTAV A,, Pvt. STRACHE, ELMER B., Cook, WEIDENBACH, ARTHUR, Pvt. 

1647 Military Ave., ' 60 Goodwin Avenue, 839 Fisher Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan ' Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

ROWLSOn! ERNEST D., Pvt. SULLIVAN, DANIEL V., Pvt. WILKINSON, ALVIN, Pvt. 

Addison Michigan ' 60 National Avenue, 406 Jefferson Avenue, 

SANDBERG, ROY E., Pvt. Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

225 Pennsylvania Ave., SCHRAMM, MAX E., JR., Pvt. WOITEEAK, JOHN, Hrs. 

Jacksonville, 111. ' Old Mystic, Connecticut 335 Michigan Avenue, 

SANS MICHEL Pvt SUTKUS, HENRY F., Pvt. Detroit, Michigan 

Ottawa Lake, Michigan 674 Rhons Avenue, WOLCOTT, FORREST, Pvt. 

SARTUP MYRON Bglr Detroit, Michigan Roscommon, Michigan 

Fort Jarvis, New York SWARTZ, CLAUD M., Pvt. WOOD, MERTON C, Pvt. 

Qfurvii-ivrnnDF r-ioi i <-■„,„ 81 Pine Street, 4 Stevens Place, 

So n i9 • ■ <^^^^ ^- *^°'^P- Newark, Ohio Ionia, Michigan 

519 Baldwin Ave., ' * ^ 

Detroit, Michigan TAYLOR, THOMAS E., Mech. YANCHUCK, ALEXIS, Pvt. 

SCHULZ, CONRAD P., Pvt. 2? Lysander Avenue, 1333 12th Street, 

538 Adelaide St Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Micnigan 

Detroit, Mich. ' TIGHE, JOSEPH L., Pvt. YOUNG, ROBERT J., Pvt. 

SEYMOUR, EDWIN O., Pvt. H Oak Street, 221 Magazine Street, 

Cascade, Virginia Detroit, Michigan Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 

SHELL, WALTER E., Pvt. TOUSH, CLYDE W., Corp. ZELMANOWITZ, SAMUEL, Pvt. 

186 15th Street, 504 119th Street, 291 Pine Street, 

Detroit, Michigan Whiting, Indiana Lockport, N. Y. 

SHELLENBARGER, WHITNEY B., Pvt. TREADWAY, THOMAS, Pvt. ZYSKI, JOHN, Pvt. 

Ill Lane Street, General Delivery, 1061 Ferry Street, 

Hudson, Michigan Barbourville, Kentucky Detroit, Michigan 

E BATTERY 

WHEELER, CARLTON L care of Adj. Gen., Washington, D. C. 

BISHOP, RICHARD E., First Lieutenant 508 Whites Avenue, Marion, Ind. 

SPARKS, HARRY G., First Lieutenant 416 Second Street, Jackson, Mich. 

SCOTT, MORRIS, Second Lieutenant Address Unknown 

AHEARN, EDWARD W., Corp. BENEDICT, PETER, Pvt. BRAND, FRED C, Pvt. 

Port Austin, Michigan 1111 Person Street, 18 Wing Place, 

ALBERG ANDREW R., Pvt. Lansing, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

Scranton, Kansas BENSETT, BERNARD, Pvt. BRANDT, FRED, Pvt. 

AM4TJM nvnwnv » v„* 3*' Holcomb Avenue, R. F. D. No. 6, 

AM^N, GEORGE R., Pvt. Detroit, Michigan Millford, Michigan 

MindenCity, Michigan BERKFIELD, ELMER L., Pvt. BRYK, PETER, Pvt. 

533 East Franklin Street, 1317 Avondale Street, 

AMOTO, JOE, Pvt. Huntington, Indiana Toledo, Ohio 

ri.^f?«^"Mfil?Jir^'^'' BERNIERI, PASQUALE, Pvt. BUCKLEY, THOMAS, Pvt. 

uetroit, Micnigan gj^ Riopelle Street, 1272 Wabash Avenue, 

ANDERSON, ALEXANDER D., Pvt. Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

l^^? **"i,^'L':'''' BESSOLO, PETER, Pvt. BURR, HARRY C, Pvt. 

Detroit, Michigan UOy Central Avenue, Tawas City, Michigan 

ANDERSON, CARL E., Pvt. Flint, Michigan BUTLER WILLIAM J. Pvt. 

56 Cardoni Street, SETTLES, RAYMOND R., Pvt. 721 Lafayette Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 87 pord Avenue, Grand Rapids, Michigan 

ANDERSON, RAY E., Pvt. Highland Park, Michigan CAMPBELL, JOHN A., Pvt. 

Beacon, Iowa BEUKEMA, HARRY J., Pvt. 324 Stevenson, Street, 

ANTONELLI, GUISEPPE, Pvt. 1 CI. 943 Dunham Street Flint, Michigan 

484 Alexandrine Avenue, Grand Rapids, Michigan CAMPOSANO, BENEDDETTO, Pvt. 

Detroit, Michigan BINDER, GEORGE G., Pvt. 1st CI. 1104 Vernon Parker Place, 

ASHLEY, GEORGE H., Pvt. Rockford, Michigan Chicago, Illinois 

604 Neil Avenue, BISHOP, RICHARD E., 1st. Lt. CANNEY, STEPHEN J., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Helena Montana 508 Whites Avenue, 257 Vermont Street, 

^.„,-,r J ^ Marion, Indiana Detroit, Michigan 

^''^'p^'o'^ox^b'^"'- ' '''• BLACK, WILLIAM J., Pvt. CARL, MAX L., Sgt. 

Norway, Michigan 5,- wV^' ?°J-'' 516 East Lafayette Avenue, 

BAILEY, WALTER E., Pvt. 1 C. „, a^r RunoT pTh p t "' "" 

R. F. D. No. 1, Box 16, BLAIR, RUDOLPH H., Pvt. CARTER, LEWIS A., Pvt. 

Duncannon, Pa. Emmet, Michigan New Lexington, Ohio 

BALL, GEORGE V., Pvt. 1 CI. ^°^n?o^,k,''^J^?^^'' L' ^Z^' *" ^'' CASE, CHESTER H., Pvt. 

756 Vermont Street, rhi?»^„ lir^^"™'' ^ '' 147 P"ry Avenue 

Detroit, Michigan Chicago, lUmois. Detroit, Michigan 

BALL, LESTER C, Pvt. 1st CI. ^°^l2TS.\.tsS^?'''' ' ''"'• '''' ^'^ CASTLE, WALTER E., Pvt. 

Byron Center, Michigan Detroit, Michigan Villa Ridge, Illinois 

BARLOW, ALBERT C, Pvt. BRACKETT, THOMAS A., Pvt. 1st CI CHADWICK, ELLIOTT B., Pvt. 

6110 Stoney Island Avenue, 2819 Industrial Avenue, 335 Taylor Alley, 

Chicago, Illinois Flint, Michigan Ionia, Michigan 

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CHAN NINO, GEORGE C, Corp. 
2875 East Grand Boulevard. 
Detroit, Michigan 

CHISNALL, CHARLES. Pvt. 

124 Railway Street, 

Woodstock. Canada 
CHRISTIE, WILLIAM, Bglr. 

204 Avery Avenue. 

Detroit, Michigan 
CIARAMILLO, JOHN. Pvt. 

164 Livingston Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CIPPONERI, VITO, Pvt. 

407 Lafayette Avenue, East, 

Detroit, Michigan 
COLASANTI, VINCENT, Cook, 

614 Chene Street, 

Detroit. Michigan 
COPELAND. RAY H.. Corp. 

Grindstone City. Michigan 
COLANDRELLO, FELIX F.. Pvt. 

24 Minetto Lane, 

New York, N. Y. 
COPPENS. RICHARD. Pvt. 

Hermensville, Michigan 
CORBETT. JAMES A., Pvt. 

1070 Fischer Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
COST ANTING. TINDARO, Pvt. 

1030 Monterey Street, 

San Antonio, Texas 
CZARNECKI, KAZIMIERZ, Hs. 

1149 Chene Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DALLACE, DOMANICKO, Pvt. 

Company House No. 5, 

Marquette, Michigan 
DANOWSKI, JOHN F., Sgt. 

146 Hale Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DARMODY, LOUIS C.Pvt. 1 CI. 

Care Brainard Hospital. 

Alma, Michigan 
DECHERT, MILTON, Pvt. 

702 Bellevue, Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DE FOOR, ALFONS, Pvt. 

P. O. Box 64, 

Elmira, Ohio 
DEVLIN, JOHN J., Pvt. 

1113 Trumbull Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
D'HULSTER, HECTOR. Pvt. 

118 Helen Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DILLE, WILLIAM E., Pvt. 

47 Livingstone Avenue, 

Dayton, Ohio 

DIPIAZZA, JOE, Pvt. 
380 Center Street, 
Ionia, Michigan 

DOMMER, ALBERT F., Pvt. 
1181 Bellevue Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

DRURY, BLIGH. Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 3, 
Marion, Michigan 

DUDICK, BERNARD A., Pvt. 
Stanwood, Michigan 

DUFFEY, GEORGE E., Pvt. 
1233 15th Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

DUNCAN, ALEXANDER, Corp. 
923 Decker Street, 
Flint, Michigan 

DUNCAN, CHARLES O., Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 1, Box 56, 
Dillsboro, Indiana 

FARICH, EVERETT J., Pvt. 1st CL 

372 Elizabeth Street West, 
Detroit, Michigan 

EDSON, FLOYD P., Pvt. 
Belding, Michigan 

EIDEN, ANDREW E., Pvt., 1st CI. 
525 Humbolt Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

EMERY, CHARLES, JR., Pvt. 1st CI. 

1236 Belvidere Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
EVANOFF, CONST ANTINE, Pvt. 

373 Ferry Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

EWALD, OTTO F., Pvt. 
963 24th Street 
Detroit, Michigan 

EWING, NELSON H., Corp. 
247 Chestnut Avenue, 
Springfield, Ohio 

FAGAN, DELBERT D., Pvt. 
Lindsey, Wisconsin 



FELDPAUSH, JOHN A., Pvt. 

598 Chene Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FERRARA, GUISEPPE, Pvt. 

197 Scholes Street, 

Brooklyn, New York 

FINDLEY, CHARLES B., Pvt. 

622 10th Avenue, 

Pitcairn, Pennsylvania 
FINDOR, ADOLPH W., Corp. 

93 Lawton Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FOX, RAY W., Sgt. 

143 Lower Market Street, 

Milton, Pennsylvania 
FREDERIKSEN, FREDERICK W., Pvt. 

1101 15th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FREEDMAN, BARNEY, Corp. 

684 Gratiot Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FREEBURG, CARL J., Pvt. Ist CI. 

1022 Stockton Street 

Flint, Michigan 
FREITAG, GUSTAV, Pvt., Ist CI. 

57 South Street, 

Rensselear, New York 
GERACE, ANTHONY, Bugler, 

521 South Division Street, 

Buffalo, New York 
GOLDFARB, SAMUEL, Corp. 

1490 Russell Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GORDON, BERT J., Pvt. 

224 Oregon Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GORTON, MAX L., 2nd Lt. 

1427 Stout Street, 

Denver, Colorado 
GOSCZYNSKI, STANISLAW, Hs. 

80 Windham Place, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GRENKOWITZ, PAUL B., Corp. 

576 Gratiot Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GRENFELL, RICHARD J., Pvt. 

P. O. Box 57, 

Osceola, Michigan 
HACKETT, ALBERT J., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Ionia, Michigan 
HACKETT, EDWARD K., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Ionia, Michigan 
HANES, GORDON E., Pvt. 

2380 Lafayette Boulevard, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HARRIS, HOWARD G., Pvt. 

Scudder P. O., 

Pelee Island. Canada 
HARSCH, JOHN W., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 3, 

South Haven, Michigan 
HART, LAUREN J., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Hagaman, New York 
HERGOTT, ALBIN M., Pvt. 

382 Palmer Avenue East, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HESSE, CARL L, Corp. 

590 Gratiot Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HICKS, CECIL v., Chief Mech. 

214 Commonwealth Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HILDRETH, LYMAN D., Pvt. 

Grandville, Michigan 
HOFER. HAROLD J., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

North Detroit, Michigan 
HOLMES, EMERALD D., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Hillman, Michigan 

HORVATH, LOUIS, Pvt. 
P. O. Box 89, 
River Rouge, Michigan 

HUBACEK, JOSEPH C, Pvt. 

1910 West 47th Street, 

Chicago, Illinois 
HUDDLESTONE, CARL S., Pvt. 

Mancelona, Michigan 
HURNS, THOMAS P., Pvt. 

2907 Industrial Avenue, 

Flint, Michigan 

INFANT, HARRY, Sgt. 
562 Watson Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

IRONSIDE, ALEX. E., Pvt. 
1008 Seymour Street, 
Sault Ste. Maire, Mich. 

ISRAEL. ARTHUR A., Pvt. 
688 Wabash Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

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JOLOSKY, MICHAEL M., Pvt. 

63 Goethe Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
JOHNSON, ROBERT W., Pvt. 
1266 Wabash Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

KAMINSKI. JOHN, Pvt. 

1035 Dubois Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KANIEWSKl, JOHN, Pvt. 

698 Milwaukee Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KELLAR, GUY M., Pvt. 

1019 Seminole Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KELLY, BURL J., Stab. Sgt. 

290 Calvert Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KELLY. ROY. Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. I. 

Deckerville. Michigan 
KIDDER, ALDEN F., Pvt. 

405 Michigan Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KRYNAK, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

P. O. Box 61, 

Whitsett, Pa. 
KUNOWSKE, CARL F., Corp. 

1376 Belvidere Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LA BARRE, GEORGE N., Mech. 

R. F. D. 2. 

Gaines, Michigan 
LACEY, VAL., Pvt. 

2021 Stanford Avenue, 

Flint, Michigan 
LARRIAR, FRANK E.. Corp. 

581 East Milwaukee Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LARSON, HARRY S., Pvt. 

563 St. Jean Street, 

Detroit, Michitjan 
LEBQWITZ, HARRY, Pvt. 

172 East Duquesne Avenue, 

Duquesne, Pennsylvania 
LEISTNER, BARNEY F., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 10, 

Brownsville. Indiana 
LEONARD, VERNE E., Sgt. 

Highland, Michigan 
LEONARDI, LUIGI, Pvt. 

57 Morton Street, 

New York, N. Y. 
LOMBARDI, TONY, Pvt. 

1527 Industrial Avenue, 

Flint. Michigan 
LOREE, HARRY B., Pvt. 1st CI 

328 Hecla Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LOTTRIDGE, GEORGE, Corp. 

Jonesboro, Indiana 
LOUVETT, LOUIS W., Pvt. 

1344 Baldwin Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LOVE, ROBERT L., Pvt. 

125 Myrtle Street, 

Detroit, Michiga.n 
LOWISH, ONA H., Corp. 

507 Wabash Avenue, 

Terre Haute, Indiana 
MALONE. ALBERT. Pvt. 

562 Watson Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MARLOR, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

924 Front Street. 

Hancock, Michigan 
MAYES, HOWARD S., Cook, 

52 Halsey Street, 

Astoria, Long Island, New York 
MAYEWSKI, JOSEPH, Pvt. 1st CI. 

1108 St. Aubin Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MAZMANIAN. GARABED, Sad. 

56 Aubumdale Avenue. 

Highland Park, Michigan 

MC BRIDE, JASPER, Pvt. 
Plainville, Indiana 

MC CARTHY, JEREMIAH J., Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 2, 
Newport, Michigan 

MC NALLY. JOHN V., Pvt. 
129 Seventh Avenue, 
Altoona, Pennsylvania 

MEURER, ERHARD F., Sgt. 

463 St. Aubin Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MORAN. CHARLES W., Sup. Stt 

321 North 5th Street, 

Grand Haven, Michigan 

MORBY. GEORGE, Corp. 
709 Mount Clair Avenue. 
Detroit, Michigan 



MORICONI, PASQUALE C, Pvt. 
403 Division Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

NAVARRE, CLEATUS S., Pvt. 
722 Hubke Street, 
Monroe, Michigan 

NIESTEMSKI, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

667 Warren Avenue East, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NUSCA, CARMINE, Pvt. 

535 West Lincoln Avenue, 

Ionia, Michigan 
PAGE, WILLIAM E., Pvt. 

Willard, Ohio 
PARKER, CLYDE R., 1st Sgt. 

183 Pine Street, 

Fitchburg, Massachusetts 
PERRY, LAWRENCE E., Pvt. 

330 North Mary Street, 

Escanaba, Michigan 
PHILLIPS, JOHN H., Pvt. 

115 Harrison Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PHILO, LEO P., Corp. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Union City, Michigan 
PILOT, PAUL. Pvt. 1st 01. 

626 Palmer Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
QUEASBARTH, HENRY J.. Mech. 

107 Scott Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RANZENBERGER, CHRISTIAN E., Corp. 

Frankenmuth, Michigan 
REICHARD, CLARENCE P., Pvt. 1st CI. 

952 Vermont Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
REINECKE, WILLIAM F., Pvt. 1st CI 

49 Hendricks Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 

RICCI, ANGELO P., Pvt. 
1000 Toledo Street, 
Logansport, Indiana 

ROCCO, MICHELE, Pvt. 
1121 Flatbush Avenue, 
Brooklyn, N. Y. 

ROOSE, JULIUS, Hs. 
R. F. D. No. 1, 

Mt. Pleasant, Michigan 

ROWLEY, WILLIAM H., Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 1, 
Lake, Michigan 

RUPP, PERRY I., Pvt. 1st CI. 
2410 ; i Gratiot Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

RUSSELL, THOMAS D., Pvt. 1st CI. 
1609 Janes Avenue, 
Saginaw, Michigan 



RYAN, JAMES J., Cook, 
2437 South Troy Street, 
Chicago, Illinois 

SCHMELZLE, JOHN, Corp. 
R. F. D. No. 2, 
Highland Park, Michigan 

SCHULTZ, ANTHONY A., Bug. 
622 St. Aubin Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

SCHWEITZER, EDWARD, Pvt. 
1494 McClellan Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

SCOTT, MORRIS, 2nd Lt., 
Route No. 4, 
Fulton, Kentucky 

SHEEHAN, GEORGE V., Pvt. 
901 East 7th Street, 
Duluth, Minnesota 

SILKWOOD, CHARLES H., Pvt. 
Nevo, Illinois 

SMITH, BENNIE B, Pvt. 

Box 301, 

Mt. Washington, Missouri 
SOULLIER. MARK P., Pvt. 

289 Pallister Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SPARKS, HARRY G., 1st Lt. 

416 Second Street, 

Jackson, Michigan 
STAHL, EDWARD P., Pvt. 

Navarre, Ohio 
STANEK, LOUIS, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 4, 

East Jordan, Michigan 
STEVENS, HERBERT, Pvt. 

316 East Walnut Street, 

Kalamazoo, Michigan 
STRUBANK, JOHN W., Pvt. 

423 Maple Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SULLIVAN, THOMAS, Pvt. 

Box 389, 

Coalinga, California 

SZYNISZEWSKI, STEFAN, Pvt. 

697 Grandy Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TAVA, OTTO L., Pvt. 

513 James Street, 

Ludington, Michigan 
THURMOND, HENRY D., Cook, 

2102 North 19th Street, 

East St. Louis, Illinois 

TIGHE, GEORGE F., Mess Sgt. 
201 South Madison Street, 
Bay City, Michigan 

TROTTER, GEORGE D., Pvt. 
1229 16th Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 



UNGER, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

509 South First Street, 

Rockford. Illinois 
VALANIDAS. PANGIOTIS A., Pvt. 

575 Watson Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
VAN DER VREKEN, RENE, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

North Detroit, Michigan 
VON DETTE, LEO, Sgt. 

711 North Fayette Street, 

Saginaw, Michigan 
WADOWSKI, ALEXANDER, Pvt. 1st CI. 

184 Findlay Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WALLACE, JAMES S., Pvt. 

364 Lycaster Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WALRAVEN, HENRY J., Pvt. 

190 Garadian Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WALTERS, JOHN. Sgt. 

500 Pingree Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WALTERS, WILLIAM R., Sgt. 

420 Brainard Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 

WARNER, FRANK L., Pvt. 
197 East North Street, 
East Palestine, Ohio 

WARNECKE, ARMAND E., Pvt. 
R F. D. No. 2, 
Cleman, Wisconsin 

WASKO, NICHOLAS, Pvt. 
1899 Duss Avenue, 
Ambridge, Pennsylvania 

WHEELER, CARLTON L., Capt. 
Summerville, Georgia 

WILSON, FRANK, Pvt. 

396 Congress Street East, 
Detroit, Michigan 

WHITNEY, VERNON R., Pvt. 1st CI. 
Bath, Michigan 

WILSON, ROY W., 2nd Lt. 
34 Bartlett Road, 
Winthrop, Massachusetts 

WISMER, HAROLD D., Pvt. 
General Delivery, 
Twining, Michigan 

WLECIAL, LEO, Pvt. 

1498 Baldwin Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

WOOD, GEORGE W., Pvt. 
1296 Holcomb Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

YEARWOOD, RAY, Sgt. 
211 South 8th Street, 
Mt. Vernon, Illinois 



F BATTERY 

CABEEN, WAYLAND H. (deceased) Captain 523 Owen Street, Saginaw, Michigan 

BRENNAN, ROWLAND E., First Lieutenant 215 Montana Avenue, Madison, Wisconsin 

CORYELL, CHARLES A., First Lieutenant 1400 Center Avenue, Bay City, Michigan 

HEAD, JEROME R., Second Lieutenant 406 Wisconsin Avenue, Madison, Wisconsin 

POULTER, WILLIAM I., Second Lieutenant 185 West Center Avenue, Logan, Utah 

ADAMS, GEORGE J., Pvt. BOZUNG, HOWARD J., Pvt. CHIPLIS, STEPHEN M. Pvt. 1st CI. 

475 Buick Street, R. F. D. No. 3, 1117 2nd Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan Ionia, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

ALARIE, RAYMOND J., Sup. Sgt. BRYANT, FRANK P., Pvt. 1st CI. COLLINS, ELMER W, Pvt. 

57 Grandy Avenue, 1111 Pine Street, 46 Lovett Street, 

Detroit, Michigan Lakeview, Birmingham, Alabama Detroit, Michigan 

^^^I^lj ^9?^''I G-. Pvt. BUJALSKI, STANLEY, Pvt. COPE, JESSE L., Pvt. 1st CI. 

87 Hydelburg Street, 706 Forest East (Apt. No. 17) 3638 Harrison Street South, 

Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan South Omaha. Nebraska 

BASNER JOHN, Pvt BULLEN, THOMAS A, Pvt. COSTELLO, RICHARD J., Corp. 

ligJniw, MrcWgan ' Wildie, Kentucky. 28 Humboldt Avenue, 

RAIIFR lOHN T Pvt BUNCH, DELBERT D., Pvt. Detroit, Michigan 

R F D No i' R- F- D. No. 3. COSTELLO, SAMUEL L., Pvt. 

Daggett, Michigan Lakeville, Indiana 28 Humboldt Avenue, 

BEARDSLEY, FLOYD G., Chief Mech. BUSH, THOMAS E, Pvt. 1st CI. Detroit, Michigan 

R. F. D. No. 4, R. F- D. No. 1, CRIBLEY, JOSEPH, pvt. 

Charlotte, Michigan Bcllaire, Michigan Catton, Ontario Canada 

BENECKE, GEORGE W., Sgt. CALLAHAN, HERBERT P., Cook, CUDDIGAN, WILLIAM J., Corp. 

1441 East Lewis Street, 458 Maple Street, 12 Orange Street, 

Fort Wayne, Indiana Detroit, Michigan Hartford, Connecticut. 

BERG, ANSELM I, Pvt. 1st CI. CARLSON, ANDREW, Saddler DAGGETT, EARL A., Pvt. 

Saint Marys, Idaho 1423 Cass Avenue, Pentwater, Michigan 

BESTROM, LAWRENCE C, Pvt. Detroit, Michigan DUCEATT, ARTHUR E., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Bailey, Michigan CARNEY, ARTHUR E., Sgt. 1038 Harper Avenue, 

BLACK, WILLIAM D., Pvt. 612 Broadway Street, Detroit, Michigan 

McGrlgo?"Mic?igan °"°''°' ^'"''^'" EMEMAKER, RICHARD T., Pvt. 1st CI. 

r,^J^l^^^ iJTT^r r^ CASPER, T. DEWITT, Corp. 58 Greenwood Avenue, 

BOERNER, FRANK L., Corp. Blue, Arizona Detroit, Michigan 

Mio, Michigan 

BOWMAN EDWARD, Pvt. CASSIN, JAMES R, Pvt. 1st CI. FAWKES, WILLIAM S., Pvt. 

35 Parson Street, 531 North 16th Street, Sears, Michigan 

Detroit, Michigan Newark, New Jersey (Care Mrs. H. D. Cummmgs) 

198 



FERRY, DOMINIC. Horseahoer, 

353 Brady Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FETTERS. WILLIS R., Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 2. 

Cassopolis, Michigan 
FISCHER, CARL W.. Corp. 

Grayling, Michigan 
FLEMING, ROBERT L , Stb. Sgt. 

Flemingsburg. Kentucky 
FLETCHER. ROBERT W., Corp. 

42 Gwymore Avenue, 

Toronto. Canada. 
FRONTERO. DOMONICK, Pvt. 

No address 
FURHMAN, ALEXANDER A. Horseshoer 

Port Hope, Michigan 
GANDIA, ANGEL C, Pvt. 1st CI. 

Maniti, Porto Rico 
GANNON, CHARLES J., Pvt. 

215 Courtland Avenue, 

Highland Park, Michigan 
GEHRING, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

44 East Place, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GENNEMATAS, GEORGE W., Pvt. 

74 Florence Avenue, 

Highland Park, Michigan 
GENICKS, SAMUEL, Pvt. 

1417 Maplewood Avenue, 

Flint, Michigan 
GIBBARD, LELAND M., Pvt. 1st 01. 

(Deceased) 

R. F. D. No. 3. 

East Jordan, Michigan 
GIBSON, EDWARD C, Corp. 

Salt Lake City, Utah 
GINTER, DAVE L., Pvt. 1st CI. 

721 Willis Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GOULLIDES. PATROCLOS, Pvt. 

15 Hospital Street, 

Providence, Rhode Island 
GRAINGER, WILLIAM, Pvt. 1st CI. 

519 Cass Avenue, 

Detroit. Michigan 
GREUEL, ARTHUR A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

1190 Holton Street, 

Milwaukee, Wisconsin 
GROTLE, HAROLD, Pvt. 

1621 Ferry Avenue. 

Seattle, Washington 
GURAK, STANLEY, Pvt. 

1749 Erie Street, 

Chicago, Illinois 
HACKENBURG, ULYSSES, Mech. 

943 South 8th Street, 

South Bend, Indiana 
HAUSSMAN. ALBERT, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Belding, Michigan 
HEATER. HENRY E., JR., Bugler, 

231 Humboldt Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HILLGER, JOHN, Pvt. 1st CI. 

131 Baldwin Avenue, 

Detroit. Michigan 
HIRT, AUGUST F., Pvt. 

31 Alba Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HISGEN. ALOYSIUS J., Pvt. 1st CI. 

123 Bley Ker Street. 

Kalamazoo, Michigan 
HOLM. PETER A., Pvt. 

623 Division Street, 

Marquette, Michigan 
HOOPER, EDWARD G., Pvt. 1st CI. 

46 Watson Street, (Apt. No. 3) 

Detroit, Michigan 
HORAN, JAMES, Pvt. 1st CI. 

3173 Tolson Street, 

San Francisco, California 
HORGAN, TIMOTHY J., Corp. 

545 16th Street. 

Detroit, Michigan 
HORWITZ, JOSHUA, Pvt. 

74 Bank Street, 

Ottawa, Ont., Canada 
HUDEREWICZ, JOSEPH, Pvt. 

74 Boulevard Court, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HUMPHRISS, GEORGE C, Pvt. 1st CI. 

114 Hogarth Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
JARRARD. RICHARD T., Pvt. 1st CI. 

305 Paschill Street, 

Houston, Texas 
JOSEPH. AUSTIN, Sgt. 

926 Fairview Avenue, 

St. Clair Heights, Detroit, Michigan 
KALTZ, JOHN M., Pvt. 1st CI. 

721 Leland Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 



KANE, ALBERT, Pvt. 

Hellertown, Pennsylvania 
KAUFMAN, HARRY, Pvt. 

2 1 1 Hcndrie Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KAUSCHKY, JOSEPH A., Sgt. 

Hotel Iroquois, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KELLEY, FRANCIS S., Pvt. Ist CI. 

263 17th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KENNY, THOMAS, Pvt. 1st CI. 

263 17th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KERSTEN, WILLIAM H., Pvt. 1st CI. 

713 East Alexandria Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KNAPMAN, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

303 Edison Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KONECZNY, MATTHEW, Pvt. 

337 Moran Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KOSKI, JOHN E., Cook, 

520 Jackson Street, 

Negaunee, Michigan 
KRIGBAUM, ROBERT E., Pvt. 

Sappe Lake, Washington 
KRUGER, LOUIS A., Pvt. 

411 Williams Avenue, 
Brooklyn, New York 

KUBICKI, FRANK J., Pvt. 

887 Mcdbury Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KUZINSKI, ANDREW, Pvt. 

1306 Blackstone Street, 

Jackson, Michigan 
LA PONSEY, LEO J., Pvt., 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 5, 

Caro, Michigan .^ 

LANSING, ROY H., Pvt. 

51 East Alexandrine Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LEACH, HARLEY E., Pvt. 

820 Washington Avenue, 

Alpena. Michigan 
LEBIRE, JOSEPH L., Pvt. 

Butte City, California 
LEMLER, ORVIA, Pvt. 

Bourbon, Indiana 
LEUSCH, VINCENT, Pvt. 

412 East Maple Avenue. 
Laporte, Indiana 

LEWIS, OTIS B., Pvt. 

Fenton, Tennessee 
LIBBY, LINWOOD F., Pvt. 1st CI. 

748 Kirby Avenue, West, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LIDDICOAT, HUGH R., Corp. 

412 Meldrum Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LIDDICOAT, RICHARD J., Corp. 

412 Meldrum Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LOKANIS, JOHN, Corp. 

1068 Chene Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LONG, NELLO J., Pvt. 

121 West High Street, 

Detroit. Michigan 
LONGE, LOUIS, Pvt. 

656 Newport Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LORIMER, ROBERT, Sgt. 

1416 14th Avenue. 

Detroit, Michigan 
LUDWIG, GEORGE A., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Maple City, Michigan 
LUMLEY. FREDERICK A, Corp. 

1180 16th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
LYNN, JAMES H., Pvt. 

766 Woodward Avenue; 

Detroit, Michigan 
LYON, JAMES G., Pvt. 

Clarksville, Georgia 
MC COOL, ERNEST G., Pvt. 

124 Hendrie Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MC GRATH, JOHN L., Pvt. 1st CI. 

228 20th Street, 

Detroit. Michigan 
MC KAY. WILLIAM R., Pvt. 

455 18th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 

MARKOWSKI, WILLIAM, Pvt. 
1139 St. Aubin Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

MARSHALL, DAVID J., Pvt. 1st CI. 
65 Atlantic Avenue. 
Long Beach, California 

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MARVIN, RALPH E., Pvt. 

181 Stanton Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MASSEY, JOHN, Pvt. 

579 Roosevelt Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MASSEY, WILLIAM G., Pvt. 

1113 8th Avenue, 

Flint, Michigan 
MAZIASZ, FELIX, Pvt. Ist CI. 

590 Harlcr Avenue East, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MEYERS, FREDERICK G., Pvt. 

740 Sheridan Road, 

Glencoe, Chicago, Illinois 
MILLER, EDWARD H., Pvt. 

606 17th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MINNEMA, JOHN M, Pvt. 

1S8 19th Street West, 

Holland, Michigan 
MISHLER, MILTON, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Newaygo, Michigan 
MOONEY, THOMAS A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

305 Canada Avenue, 

St. Louis, Missouri 
MOORE, JAMES A, Pvt. 

2779 St. Park Avenue, 

Chicago, Illinois 
MUELLER, ERNEST, Pvt. 

Care J. Leason, 

157 Willis Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NEUBAUER, FRANK H', Pvt. 

2835 20th Street, 

Port Huron, Michigan 
NOONAN, JOHN F., Pvt. 

257 West Canfield Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NORELL, ARTHUR F., Pvt. 1st CI. 

804 Ludington Avenue, 

Escanaba, Michigan 
NOTTAGE, RICHARD D., 1st Sgt. 

228 Central Avenue, 

Saint Petersburg, Florida 
ORDELOW, DAVID, Pvt. 

92 Division Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PAPPAS, ALEXANDER G., Pvt. 1st CI. 

31 Cedar Hurst Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PARKS, ARCHIE, Pvt 

105 Greenfield Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PARENT, BERNARD C, Pvt. 

913 State Street, 

Bay City, Michigan 
PERALLA, ERNEST E., Pvt. 

Toviola, Michigan 
PHILLIPS, BYRON C. Pvt. 

754 Paterson Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
POTTER, CYRIL A., Horseshoer, 

Central Lake, Michigan 

PRESSELL, HARRY C, Mech. 
(Deceased) 
177 Crescent Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

PROEFKE, ARTHUR, Pvt. 
995 Frederick Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

PRYSBY, VICTOR J., Corp. 
286 Canfield East, 
Detroit, Michigan 

RADEMACHER. LEO T., Sergt. 

463 McDougall Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RAMSHAW, FRANK, Pvt. 1st CI. 

58 West Elizabeth Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 

RAMSHAW, FRED, Pvt. 

58 West Elizabeth Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

RANKIN, HARRY J., Pvt. 
176 Thiemes Street, 
Chatham, Ont., Canada 

RENNYX, LYNN, Sergt. 

Moscow, Michigan (Hillsdale County) 

REYNOLDS, HARRY, Pvt. 1st CI. 
301 Brook Street, 
Muscatine, Iowa 

RHODEHOUSE, CHARLES W., Pvt., 1st CI 
16 Austin Place, 
Detroit, Michigan 

RICE, EARL A., Corp. 

150 Ferry Avenue West, 
Detroit, Michigan 

ROTES, WILLIAM C, Pvt. 1st CI. 
203 East Lansing Street, 
Jackson, Michigan 



RUGILA, ANDREW, Sgt. 

184 Windine Avenue, 

Highland Park, Mich. 
RUHL, FRANK G., Sergt. 

228 Harrison Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RUSSELL, ROBERT D., Pvt. 1st CI. 

640 17th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHMIDT, JOHN, Pvt. 

811 16th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHNEIDER, JOSEPH A., Pvt. 

194 Kerwine Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHOEN, FRED H., Pvt. 

227 Hunt Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHRAMM, WILLIAM G., Pvt. 

78 Moran Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHROEDER, ARTHUR C, Pvt. 

352 McDougall Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHULTZ, EDWARD A., Pvt. 

638 Mullet Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SECORD, EARL L., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Elmira, Michigan 
SEDESTROM, CHARLES S., Sup. Sgt. 

575 Holden Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SELINSKI, JOHN F., Pvt. 1st CI. 

895 Kirby Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SERVICE, CECIL O., Pvt. (Deceased) 

General Delivery, 

Vassar, Michigan 
SHAW, HAROLD C, Pvt. 

251 4th Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SHEPPARD, EDWARD G., Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Rose City, Michigan 
SIELOFF, EDWARD, Pvt. 

147 Canter Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SILINSKI, JOSEPH F., Pvt. 

895 Kirby Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SLIGER, CLARENCE G., Pvt. 

General Delivery, 

Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 



SMITH, AUBREY, Pvt. 

1415 Harper Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SMITH, HOWARD L., Pvt. 

759 4th Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SMOLINSKI, JOE, Pvt. 

158 Canter Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SNYDER, JAMES B., Pvt. 1st CI. 

Blue, Arizona 
SPRAGUE, RICHARD A., Mech. 

624 Antoinette Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SPROWL, HARRY, Pvt. 

854 Summer Street, 

Hammond, Indiana 
ST. JAMES, JAMES, Cook, 

Saint Ignace, Michigan 
STANLEY, HUBERT, Mess Sgt. 

481 McGraw Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STEPHENSON, GEORGE W., Pvt. 

525 Dayton Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
STERLING, WILLIAM B., Corp. 

108 Dwight Street, 

Lansing, Michigan - 
STETEKLUH, FERD F., Sergt. 

2460 West Grand Boulevard, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STOPPER, GEORGE M., Bugler 

658 Franklin Street, 

Williamsport, Pennsylvania 
SWANTER, JOHN P., Corp 

Box No. 23, R. F. D. No. 1, 

Omer, Michigan 
SZWANDER, ANTONI, Pvt. 

3646-59th Street, East, 

Cleveland, Ohio 
TACKABERY, ROY E., Pvt. 1st CI. 

198 McGraw Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TAYLOR, WALTER, Pvt. 

197 Vermont Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 

THEOBALD, HAROLD, Pvt. 
1124 Porter Street, 
Lansing, Michigan 

THIES, ALBERT, Cook 

749 McDougall Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 



THOMPSON, CURLEY, Corp. 

602-14th Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TORRENTO, CAMILLO, Pvt. 

990 Bassemoure Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TRAHAN, EDWARD, Pvt. 

93 West Street, 

Chicopea, Massachusetts 
TRIPP, ARTHUR, Pvt. 

827 Clayton Street, 

Lansing, Michigan 
TUCKER, FRANK L., Corp. 

459-17th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
UGENTE, PAUL, Pvt. 

47 Benwick Street, 

New York City, New York 
VALLE, JOHN, Pvt. 

Box No. 222, 

Three Rivers, Michigan 
VIZZINI, JAMES, Pvt. 1st CI. 

89 Mitchill Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 

VOSS, HARRY, Pvt. 1st CI. 

3524 North Oakland Avenue, 
Chicago, Illinois 

WADVILLE, MIKE, Pvt. 1st CI. 
1457 Hamilton Avenue, 
Cleveland, Ohio 

WAISANEN, AXEL. R., Corp. 
Box No. 15, 
Calumet, Michigan 

WARD, LEO J., Pvt. 1st CI. 
74 Avery Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

WILLIAMS, CHARLES H., Pvt. 

1525 North Saginaw Street, 
Flint, Michigan 

WOODWARD, WILLIAM R., Corp. 
290 Ottawa Avenue, 
London, Ontario, Canada 

YOUNG, VIVIAN L., Pvt. 1st CI. 
210 West Franklin Street, 
Otsego, Michigan 

YOUNGRE, RALPH L., Corp. 

405 Aubin Street, 
Milwaukee, Wisconsin 

ZIMMEL, ANTHONY G., Corp. 
72 Humboldt Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 



HEADQUARTERS COMPANY 

WILEY, GEORGE S., Captain 35 Rowena Street, Detroit, Mich. 

CARNAHAN, CLIFFORD R., First Lieutenant 438 South Fanchor Avenue, Mt. Pleasant, Mich. 

CASEY, THOMAS B., First Lieutenant 5648 Michigan Avenue, Chicago, 111. 

CORGELL, CHARLES A., First Lieutenant 1400 Center Ave., Bay City, Mich. 

GREGSON, WILLIAM F., First Lieutenant 175 West Jackson Blvd., Chicago, 111. 

LOEFFLER, ROLAND, First Lieutenant 270 LaSalle Avenue, Detroit, Mich. 

MEAD, HAROLD W., First Lieutenant 120 West Gorham Street, Madison, Wis. 

SMITH, WARD C, First Lieutenant 246 Vinewood Avenue, Detroit, Mich. 

DUKES, VIRGIL D., Second Lieutenant 65 Connecticut Avenue, Detroit, Mich. 

GERBER, ALBERT C, Second Lieutenant 564 Prouty Avenue, Toledo, Ohio 

GORTON, MAX L., Second Lieutenant 1427 South Street, Denver, Col. 

KELSEY, OILN R., Second Lieutenant Bonner Springs, Kansas 

LANDERS, OSCAR C, Second Lieutenant Conway, Arkansas 

NOHL, LOUIS E., Second Lieutenant Espanola, New Mexico 

WATERMAN, WILLIAM, Second Lieutenant 416 West School Lane, Germantown, Pa, 

ACKERMAN, ISAAC J., Pvt. BERG, THORWALD L., Pvt. CERASI, GUISTINO, Band Corp. 
364 East 10th Street, 777 Van Dyke Avenue, 640 Riopelle Street, 

New York, New York Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

ALLEN, FRANK L., Pvt. BERKOWSKI CHESTER Pvt CHAMBERS. ERNEST W., Pvt. 1st CI. 
39 Rung Street, 384 Roosevelt Avenue, ' ' ?' ^- ?■ ^°- i' v „ 

Dayton, Ohio Detroit, Michigan Copenhagen, New York 

ANSELM, OTTO A., Mec. CHARBNEAU, LAWRENCE A., Color Sgt. 

609 Clark Avenue, BLUE, WILLIAM, Sgt. 496 Kercheval Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 604 Catherine Street, Detroit, Michigan 

ARNOLD, LEWIS W., Sgt. Bug. Detroit, Michigan COMPANEY, CHARLES J., Pvt. 1st CI. 

453 Salem Avenue, BIRCH, DAVID R., Pvt. 1st CI. 122 Brevoort Place, 

York, Pennsylvania 7 D Street, Detroit, Michigan 

ATKINSON, LUTHER H., 1st Sgt. Detroit, Michigan COTTAGE, STEPHEN J., Pvt. 

539 Aldine Square, BLINN, CLARENCE E., Pvt. 49 Railroad Street, 

Chicago, Illinois 365 Crosby Avenue, Shickshinny, Pennsylvania 

BAKER, WILBUR A., Mus. 2nd CI. Portland, Oregon CROMER, GEORGE W., Corp. 

1428-16th Street, BOSTWICK, DAVID E., Sgt. 221 Stanton Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 171 Maybury Grand Avenue, Detroit, Michigan 

BALDWIN, ROBERT F., Sgt. Detroit, Michigan CROOK, GILBERT D., Color Sgt. 

1106 North Illinois Street, oTTnT^ru at7.t-.t^ at t3t7t3.t« tk o o .. **«- Care C. Wellman, 

Decatur, Illinois BURKHARDT, ALBERT F.. Reg. Sgt. Maj. Wayne, Michigan 

BALKWELL, BURTON A., Reg. Sgt. Maj. Detroi^^'Mi'ihigan"^ CONVERY, EDGAR L., Reg, Sgt. Maj 

Almont, Michigan ' 255 Partridge Street, 

BARSOOK BURT B Pvt CARLSON, GEORGE T., Sgt. Albany, New York 

1546 Union Street," ' S'^^''^'^','' County, DeSMYTER, ALBERT, Pvt. 

San Diego, California '^^^^^ *^'»'. Pennsylvania 52g Belvidere Avenue, 

BECK, ELMER W., Mec. CASTELLO, JOSEPH, Mus. 3rd CI. Detroit, Michigan 

795 Mt. ElUott Avenue, 538 Iron Street, DORAN, CLAUDE T., Band Corp 

Detroit, Michigan Negaunee, Michigan Mt. Pulaski, Illinois 

— 200 — 



DOTEN. BURR A., Mils. 2nd CI. 

Ovid, Michigan 
DOUBLE, JOSEPH M., Band Corp. 

577 Euclid Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
DUELL, ARTHUR W., Pvt. 

671 Williams Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
EAGLETON, CHARLES A., Pvt. 

626 East 8th Street, 

Traverse City, Michigan 

EDDY, CLARENCE E., Cotp. 

Ionia, Michigan 
ELLIS, ELMER F., Corp. 

157 Smith Avenue, 

Detroit. Michigan 
ELDER, THOMAS D., Supply Sgt. 

519 West Cherry Avenue, 

Jonesboro, Arkansas 
EDSON, VERNIE C, Pvt. 

Saranac, Michigan 
EVANS, WILLIAM J., Mus. 2nd CI. 

St. Denis Hotel, Bagley Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FERGUSON, JOHN C, Corp. 

103 North Ashley Street, 

Brazil, Indiana 
FELBER, RICHARD P., Pvt. 1st CI. 

2227 Fullerton Avenue, 

Chicago, Illinois 
FILLION, HENRY J., Corp. 

1504-24th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FITCH, GORDON, Pvt. 1st CI. 

Lyons, Michigan 
FLYNN, JOHN V., Pvt. 

307 East Pine Street, 

Cadillac, Michigan 
FORD, NORMAN C, Mus. 3rd CI. 

113 Howard Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
FREDMAN, MIKE L., Pvt. 1st CI. 

14 Monnig Court, 

Detroit. Michigan 
GAZALLA, FRED J., Pvt. 

335 Colby Street, 

Ionia, Michigan 
GIBBONS, HOWARD W., Pvt. 

Stanton, Michigan 
GIBBONS, RAPHAEL R., Pvt. 

The Alhambra Apts., Park Blvd., 

Detroit, Michigan 
GOLENO, JOSEPH, Mus. 2nd CI. 

121 Elmira Avenue, 

Monroe, Michigan 
GREEN, EARL F., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Morley, Michigan 
GRITMAN, WILLIAM J., Bn. Sgt. Maj. 

M35 Scovel Place, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GRUSSNER, NICHOLAS, Pvt. 

244 Brush Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
GUALDONI, LOUIS, Mus. 3rd CI. 

201 North 18th Street, 

Herrin, Illinois 
GUERNSEY, ROBERT A., Pvt. 

257 State Street, 

Ionia, Michigan 
GUE, GEORGE E. T., Mus. 2nd CI. 

121 Underwood Street. 

Zanesville, Ohio 
HANECKI, SHERMAN, Mus. 2nd CI. 

906 Frederick Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HARNOIS, ALFRED, Pvt. 

146-8th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HENDRICKS, DELVIN S., Band Corp. 

White Pigeon, Michigan 
HIGGINS, ALFRED J., Mus. 1st CI. 

1528 Canton Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HILL, GRENVILLE L., Pvt. 1st CI. 

1342 Hamilton Blvd., 

Detroit, Michigan 
HIRSCHMAN, JOHN J., Mess Sgt. 

339 Schenectady Street, 

Schenectady, New York 
HOEYKENS, EDWARD J., Horseshoer 

423 Waterloo Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HOFFMAN, GEORGE, Pvt. 

Bergen, Genesee County, New York 
HOGLE, RALPH E., Pvt. 

Muir, Michigan 
HOLTZ, ERNEST C, Pvt. 

529 Rich Street, 

Ionia, Michigan 
HULME, WILLIAM S., Corp. 

517 Columbus Street, 

Grand Haven, Michigan 



HYNES, JOHN, Corp. 

Stockbridge, Michigan 
INLOW, ELLIS L., 

89 N. Bellevue Blvd., 

Memphis, Tennessee 
JANECEK, JACK J., Pvt. 

1715 Gratiot Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
JEPSON, KINNE, Pvt. 

Saranac, Michigan 
JOHNSON, MICHAEL H., Pvt. 

1187 Sheridan Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KEEPER, ERNEST M., Corp. 

Fairview, Erie County, Pennsylvania 
KEPPLER, EDWIN H., Pvt. 

291 Chestnut Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KETTENBEIL, WILLIAM H., Pvt. 

Lake Linden, Michigan 
KOHLS. ERICH M., Mus. 2nd CI. 

1 1 73 Louis Avenue, 

Milwaukee, Wisconsin 
KOSSEL, EMIL, Mus. 3rd CI. 

248 Heidelberg Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KOZLOWSKI, JOHN J., Corp. 

889 Theodore Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

KULKA, JOHN B., Pvt. 

895 Forest Avenue, East, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KWIATEK, JOSEPH, Mus. 1st CI. 

1359 Campbell Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KNAPP, HENRY H., 1st Sgt. 

45 Townsend Avenue, 

Newburgh, New York 
KOPPERT, HARRY, Saddler, 

1466 Mt. Elliott Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 

Deceased — Killed by accident Jan. 30, '19. 
LEITCH, FRANKLIN C, Corp. 

2475 Queen Street, East, 

Toronto, Canada 
McCORD, DON L., Band Sgt. 

Durand, Michigan 
McCORMICK, JOSEPH H., Corp. 

414 West 4th Street, 

Fulton, New York 
McKELLAR, WILLIAM D., Corp. 

624 West Harrison Street, 

Saginaw, Michigan. West Side 

McMillan, douglas s., Pvt. ist ci. 

331 Clark Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 
MADEKSKI, STANISLAW, Mus. 1st CI. 

890 Harper Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

MAHONEY, ADAMS A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

303 Hocking Avenue, 

Logan, Ohio 
MANNEROW, FREDERICK E., Pvt. 

300 WetL Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MARTIN, GEORGE W., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Ionia, Michigan 
MARZO, ELDRADO, Pvt. 

Box No. 145, 

Bessemer, Michigan 
MARZOLF, CHARLES M., Corp. 

Reed City. Michigan 
MEDICI, EMIL C, Pvt. 1st CI. 

341 Hendricks Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MERRIFIELD, PAUL D., Sgt. 

Watervliet, Michigan 
MERWIN, DOUGLAS J., Asa't Band Leader 

945-18th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MILLER. BENJAMIN F., Mus. 3rd CI. 

306 May Street, 

Flint, Michigan 
MILLER. HARRY C, Sgt. 

640 Baldwin Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MILNIKEL, ADOLP, Cook 

171 Territorial Street, 

Benton Harbor, Michigan 
MOORE, RAYMOND C, Corp. 

1020 West Warren Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MORROW, JESSE A., Pvt. 

Lake Odessa, Ionia County, Michigan 
MOW ATT, LOUIS G., Pvt. 

116 West Main Street, 

Beiding, Michigan 
MUNGER, ROBERT S., Pvt. 

Saranac, Michigan 
MARR, OREN E., Pvt. 1st CI. 

698 Maybury Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 

— 201 



MURPHY, FRED A., Pvt. 

110 Second Street, 

Moline, Illinois 
NAT ALE, DOMONICK, Pvt. 

Not Known 

OLSZEWSKI, JOSEPH F., Pvt. 1st CI. 

826-24th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
IVAN OVERHOLT, Mus. 3rd CI. 

Arcadia, Michigan 
PARSONS, RALPH H., Mus. 2nd CI. 

254 Hartford Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PASCHAL, BARB, Pvt. 

552 Mack Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PECKHAM, EARL R., Corp. 

1203-1 2th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PERKINS, EDD. L., Pvt. Ist CI. 

Onsted, Michigan 
PHILIPS, ALEXANDER C, Bugler 

41 Pulford Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PIPER, ASA E., Pvt. 

617 Bayaird Street, 

Ionia, Michigan 
PIPPIN, CLARENCE C, Sgt. 

513 East 8th Street, 

Wilmington, Delaware 
PIRIE, SAMUEL, Band Sgt. 

Musician's Club, 84 Macomb Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
POLLEFEYT, PAUL L., Corp. 

338 Delaware Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RANELLI, SCIPIONE, Pvt. 

648 E, Lafayette Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
PUNG, JOHN, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 4, 

Portland, Michigan 

Deceased 
RATH, WALTER C, Band Sgt. 

974 Mt. Elliott Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RATTRAY, HENRY H., Pvt. 1st CI. 

614 McDougal Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RATZ, EDWARD P., Pvt. 

110 Antrim Street, 

Charlevoix, Michigan 
RAWLINGS, JOSEPH V., Corp. 

11 Second Street, 

Calumet, Michigan 
REID, ROBERT B., Pvt. 

69-20th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RICH, JESSE S., Bn. Sgt. Maj. 

922 Genesee Avenue, 

Saginaw, Michigan 
REIGER. WALTER, Pvt. 

102 Wall Street, 

Ionia, Michigan 
RICHARDSON, WILLIAM R., Pvt. 

218 S. Bridge Street, 

Beiding, Michigan 
RIKER, ADDO P., Pvt. 

412 Coffern Avenue, 

Greenville, Michigan 
RINE, HENRY W., Pvt. 1st CI. 

1165-24th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RITTER, HAROLD E.. Pvt. 

Lake Odessa, Michigan 
ROBERTS, BERT W.. Pvt. 

1397 Iroquois Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
ROBERTS, HAROLD H., Sgt. 

117 Douglas Street, 

White Hall, Illinois 
ROBERTSON, JOHN M., Corp. 

515 Lafayette Street, 

Grand Haven, Michigan 
RUSAK, STEPHEN, Pvt. 1st CI. 

739 Milwaukee Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
RUTKOWSKI, STANLEY, Pvt. 

441-30th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 

RUTLEDGE. ADRIAN S., Pvt. 1st CI 

Bonita, Oregon 
RUNNER, WILLIAM S., Pvt. 

Walkerville, Michigan 
SALCILIO, PONFILO. Mus. 2nd CI. 

932 Hacheth Street, 

Ionia, Michigan 
SANDUSKY, OTTO, S., Pvt. 

336 Maybury Grand Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHILBE, EARL J. E., Pvt. 

88 McGraw Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 



SCHMUCK, REINHOLD E., Corp. 

297 Charlevoix Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHORR, RAYMOND, Pvt. 

1250 East Main Street, 

Lancaster, Ohio 
SCHULTE, MATTHEW, Pvt. 

1267 Van Dyke Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHULTE, PETER J., Pvt. 1st CI. 

104 East Euclid Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHULZE, HAROLD F., Pvt. 

860 Lafayette Blvd., West, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHUMACHER, BERNHARD C, Pvt. 

Care Dime Savings Bank, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SEAGER, EDWARD F., Sgt. 

381 West Philadelphia Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SHELDON, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

1504 Amsterdam Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SHUGG, HAROLD H., Pvt. 

31 Main Street, S. E., 

Houghton, Michigan 
SKALSKI, JOHN, Band Sgt. 

1413 Dubois Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SMITH, LUTHER A., Corp. 

332 East King Street, 

Shippensburg, Pennsylvania 

SNYDER, JAMES H., Corp. 
2234 Procter Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

STAFFORD, LEO A., Reg. Sgt. Maj. 
103 Fisher Street, 
Marquette, Michigan 

STATHAKOS, PETER S., Pvt. 
Box No. 34, 
Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan 

STECKLE, JOHN, Cook 

908 West Warren Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

STEWART, COLVIN W., Mus. 3rdCl. 
96 Lothrop Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 



STONE, CHARLES I., Pvt. 

156 E. Ferry Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STOYACK, JOHN E., Bugler 

160 Bellman Street, 

Throop Dickson City, Pennsylvania 
SUTHERLAND, HENRY M., Mus. 1st CI. 

119 West Front Street, 

Grande Ledge, Michigan 
SWEITZER, HARRY A., Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Muskegon, Michigan 
SZALKOWSKI, EDWARD J., Pvt. 1st CI. 

1020 Famsworth Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SMITH, EARL B., Pvt. 

West Lome, Ontario, Canada 

TAYLOR, EDWARD E., Bugler 

149 Bethune Avenue, East, 

Detroit, Michigan 
THORBURN, DONALD W., Mus. 3rd CI. 

220 East Main Street, 

Lansing, Michigan 
TOTTE, EDWARD, Jr., Pvt. 

423 McDouga! Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TUSZYNSKI, LAWRENCE, Horseshoer 

621 Wesson Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
VAN ALYEA, MELVILLE C, Pvt. 

Earlville, Illinois 
VAN GORDER, STANLEY, Pvt. 

1180 McClellan Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
VANDE WALL, JULIUS, Pvt. 

538'^ Hilliger Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
VAUGHT, PAUL G., Band Corp. 

Chase, Michigan 
VERRAST, THOMAS D., Pvt. 

319 McDougall Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 

VENTIMIGLIA, ALFONSO, Pvt. 
61 Mitchell Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

VIRGE, CLYDE A., Pvt. 
Box No. 185, 
Lyons, Michigan 

SUPPLY COMPANY 



WALSH, ALLEN R., Mus. 3rd CI. 

462 Trumbull Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WARNOCK, EMIL H., Pvt. 

980 Trombly Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WASIERSKI, GUST, Pvt. 

58 Holbom Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
WEIGLE, RUSSELL J., Pvt. 

Care Grand Rapids Trust Co., 

Grand Rapids, Michigan 
WENNERSTROM, GUNNARD, Pvt. 

406 Monroe Avenue, 

McKeesport, Pennsylvania 

WENZ, ALBERT W., Mus. 3rd CI. 
531 East Michigan Avenue, 
Lansing, Michigan 

WHISLER, WILLIAM J., Pvt. 

215 South Union Street, 
Londonville, Ohio 

WILKERSON, EHRAM, Pvt. 
Troy, Alabama 

WILSON, CECIL A., Sgt. 
80 Celeron Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

WOJCIECHOWSKI, WALTER A., 

Mus. 2nd CI. 
2330 K Russell Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

WONCH, WILLIAM M., Pvt. 1st CI. 
Box No. 48. R. F. D. No. 4, 
Lansing, Michigan 

WOODIN, ALBERT M., Cook 
1428 Woolsey Avenue, 
Berkeley, California 

WYSE, ELMER F., Corp. 
503 Ottokee Street, 
Wauseon, Ohio 

WHITE, ELMER H., Pvt. 
441 Marshall Street, 
Battle Creek, Michigan 

YONKA, JOHN C, Stable Sgt. 
North Detroit, Michigan 

ZEEB, CHARLES A., Corp. 
691 Lycastle Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 



PHILLIPS, GLEN E., Captain 703 E. Woodbury, Marshalltown, Iowa 

LANGE, ALEXANDER, D., First Lieutenant 433 California Street, San Francisco, Cal. 

BARNUM, CLIFFORD L., First Lieutenant 4035 Queen Avenue, South Minneapolis, Minn. 

STRATTON, WARD W., Second Lieutenant Address Unknown 

ANDERSON, ROBERT J., Cook BRUNKE, WILLIAM C, Pvt. 1st CI. FARWELL, CHARLEY, Pvt. 

1136 Trumbull Avenue, 223 Benson Avenue, 332 Perry Street, 

Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

BACKHAUSEN, LOUIS, Wagoner BUCHANAN, HARVEY B., Wagoner FINCH, ERVIN G., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, Jonesbora, North Carolina R. F. D. No. 4, 

Brillion, Wisconsin CADY NEWELL Pvt Charlotte, Michigan 

BADGLEY, WILLIAM C, Wagoner 735 McFarlan Street, FINCH, OLIVER C^, Pyt. 

400 Vinewood Avenue, Fl'nt. Michigan Swart=: Creek, Michigan 

Detroit, Michigan CHAPLA, FRANK E., Mec. FINN, EDWARD J., Corp. 

QATiTTV niriv- T-. M7„ 1737 ScottcH Avcuue, 31 Fernwood Avenue, 

RF'dNo4 Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

Hudson,' Michigan CHAMPLIN, GEORGE C, Pvt. GAITANIS, ALEXANDER G., Pvt. 

906 Porter Street, 165 Monroe Avenue, 

HAIR, WILLIAM E., Wagoner Detroit Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

Midland, Michigan ^^ AMBROSE Wagoner GLASSIC, FRANK L., Wagoner 

BARTH^ OTTO J Wagoner 188'LaSalle Avenue, 212 Tireman Avenue, 

5-.F, D- No- 1. . Detroit, Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

Brillion, Wisconsin r^nj t xaov t ixr.^.,^^^.. 

= »„„„ o...T„,r ,., GUMMING, CLYDE, Wagoner GOLL, ROY L , Wagoner 

BARRY, SAMUEL, Wagoner 1001 Swinton Street 218 Cook Street, 

918 Ossington Avenue, Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan Albion, Michigan 

Toronto, Canada /-TTc-rii-iP AyrauTTM u„ . i, „ GOES, EDDIE E., Pvt. 

n*nT^ T T-c^r «r- r .., CUSTER, MARTIN, Horseshoer ' _ ' _ 

BIRD, LESLIE L., Wagoner R F D No 3 Station C, R. F. D. No. 8, 

153 Rook Street, Revanna, Michigan Milwaukee, Wisconsin 

Battle Creek, Michigan r'TairirxT mattjatsj t>„i- 

^,.u-„,, .„^„,L ,„ ,,, DeBEAU, WILLIAM T., Wagoner, GREEN NATHAN, Pvt. 

BIXBY, ARCHIE W., Wagoner 701 Owen Street ' » ' 279 Eliot Street, 

Fruit Port, Michigan Saginaw, E. S., Michigan Detroit, Michigan 

BOHLMAN, WILLIAM F., Wagoner DeVOE LEVI D Wagoner HAGA, EDWARD, Pvt. 1st CI. 

R. F. D. No. 2, R F D No 2 ^- ^- ^- ^°- *• 

Pontiac, Michigan Berlin Michigan Grand Rapids, Michigan 

BOMBOLESKI ANDREW, Saddler DIEKEMA, ALBERT J., Wagoner ""^^.^f l-'^o^^TreeV^ ^ ' ^^«°"'^"" 

605 East Michigan Avenue, R F D No 2 329 bchool btreet, 

Lansing, Michigan Holland; Michigan Hudson, Michigan 

^°^,^'^i,^"="=^''°' W^e°"^^ DORA, HENRY, Pvt. "^^TUW^Kel'^IfcW^" ®''*' 

14 Walnut Street, 1507 Woodside Street, "^'^y- Kentucky 

Detroit, Michigan Essexville, Michigan HAHN, BENNO F., Pvt. 

BRANDT, BENJAMIN W., Sgt. DRESSER, FRANK E., Corp. U''=^' Michigan 

541-25th Street, Box No. 401, HEINTZ, JOHN, Wagoner 

Detroit, Michigan Yorkville, New York 2014 Mt. Elliott Avenue, 

BRANDT, EDWARD F., Pvt. DROUILLARD, MILES E., Pvt. Detroit, Michigan 

R. F. D. No. 4, 205 Charles Street, HESS, LAURANCE F., Reg. Sup. Sgt. 

Snover, Michigan River Rouge, Michigan 1089 Meldruni Avenue, 

BROOKS, JOSEPH E., Wagoner DUNHAM, ELDRON F., Wagoner Detroit, Michigan 

1340 Fischer Avenue, R. F. D. No. 1, HICKOK, LESLIE D., Wagoner 

Detroit, Michigan Mullikin, Michigan Olivet, Michigan 

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rilLLIKER, GEORGE W., Pvt. 

204 Merrick Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HOLDERNESS. FRANK C, Cook 

2412 East Grand Boulevard, 

Detroit, Michigan 
HOWE, FRANK H., Wagoner 

Tecumseh, Michigan 
HUFF, ELMER J., Wagoner 

R. F. D. No. 2, 

Hudson, Michigan 
HUNN, ORVILLE M., Pvt. 1st CI. 

1280 Joy Road, 

Detroit, Michigan 
IRISH, CHARLES F., Wagoner 

R. F. D. No. 4, 

Traverse City, Michigan 
JAARDA, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 12, 

Grand Rapids, Michigan 
JENSEN, ANDREW, Pvt. 

1620 Rapids Drive, 

Racine, Wisconsin 
JOHNSON, HOWARD, Corp. 

Michigan Central Stock Yards, 

Detroit, Michigan 
JUECKSTOCK, ERNEST E., Saddler 

325 Lovctt Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KAPLAN, CHARLES J., Wagoner 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Racine, Wisconsin 
KAPLAN, EDWIN, Wagoner 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Racine, Wisconsin 
KARCZEWSKI, ZEGMONT, Wagoner 

639 Lewis Street, 

Burlington, Wisconsin 
KEMP, FRED W., Corp. 

1274 Scotten Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KING, THEODORE G., Reg. Sup. Sgt. 

1981 West Grand Boulevard, 

Detroit, Michigan 
KOOTOOZON, JAMES P., Pvt. 1st CI. 

3 East Main Street, 

Battle Creek, Michigan 
KOPF, JOHN A., Supply Sgt. 

291 Varick Street, 

Jersey City, New Jersey 
KRESS, LEO C, Reg. Sup. Sgt. 

Box No. 45, R. F. D. No. 2, 

Ann Arbor, Michigan 

KRONBERG, LOUIS F., Wagoner 
R. F. D. No. 5, 
Adrian, Michigan 

LAKE, WILLIAM R., Wagoner 
239 LaBrosse Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 



LARSEN, LEONARD P., Wagoner 

R. F. D. No. I, 

Valley, Nebraska 
LAMER, RICHARD H., Pvt. 

Zeeland, Michigan 
LANDHOLT, WALTER G., Mec. 

1414 East Prairie Street, 

Decatur, Illinois 
LEEUW, HENRY, Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Zeeland, Michigan 
LEHMAN, ALFRED, Cook 

Manchester, Michigan 
LEITHEAD, THOMAS, Jr., Cook 

169 Scott Street, 

Detroit. Michigan 
LEWANDOWSKI, WALTER G.,Horseshoer 

1229 W. Grace Street, 

South Bend, Indiana 
McCarthy, JOHN L., Wagoner 

147 Allendale Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
McRATH, FRED L., Cook 

R. F. D. No. 1, 

Pontiac, Michigan 
MATHIAS, VINNIA S., Pvt. 

Cygnet, Ohio 
MITCHELL, ALFRED, Wagoner 

High Park. 

Jeannette, Pennsylvania 
MITCHELL. STANLEY G., Pvt. 1st CI. 

783 Baker Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
MONINGER, GEORGE, Pvt. 1st CI. 

900 McGraw Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
NEINER, CHARLES C, Pvt. 

70 Conger Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 

NOBLE, EARL L., Wagoner 
Eaton Rapids. Michigan 

NORRIS, IVEN P., Wagoner 
1330 W. Larch Street, 
Lansing, Michigan 

O'LEARY, DENNIS F., Wagoner 
534 Fairview Avenue, 
Detroit. Michigan 

PETZEL. OTTO E. F., Wagoner 
376 Hunt Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

PIESCHKE, WALTER G., Pvt. 1st CI. 
1291 Bums Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

POTGETER, DAVID A., Wagoner 
Hudsonville, Michigan 

POWRIE, ANDREW M., Wagoner 
53 Larchmont Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 



RUTHENBERG, EDWIN, Wagoner 

382 Chestnut Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SCHMIDT. RICHARD, Wagoner 

640 Lansing Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
SKOTZKY, GEORGE J., Mec. 

435-28th Street. 

Detroit. Michigan 
SMITH. CLAIR L.. Wagoner 

R. F. D., 

Bad Axe. Michigan 
STECKER. FRANK J., Wagoner 

209 Linden Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 
STOCK, GLENN F., Pvt. 1st CI. 

623 McGraw Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
TOWNSEND, FREDERICK J., Cook 

739 H Canton Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
VAN DEN BRINK, ART E., Pvt. 

R. F. D. No. 4, 

Holland, Michigan 
VAN DYK, ALBERT B., Pvt. 

232 West 10th Street, 

Holland, Michigan 
EDMUND VANOAST, Wagoner 

1027 East McCarty Street, 

Jefferson City, Missouri 
VERSTRATE, WILLIAM, Wagoner 

Jenison,' Michigan 

VEST, ARTHUR R., Wagoner 
410 Garfield Avenue, 
Lancaster, Ohio 

WEBER, HENRY F., Wagoner 
Box No. 423, 
Syracuse, New York 

WILLIAMS, FRED C, Mess Sgt. 
1147 Canton Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

WIERSUM, EDWARD G., Wagoner 
Grandville, Michigan 

ZABOROWSKI, JOSEPH T., Horseshoer 
483-28th Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

ZAHN. LEO A., Stable Sgt. 
301 Warren Street, 
Huntington, Indiana 

ZALKIEWSKE, WLADYSLAW, Wagoner 
Humpty Dumpty Farm, 
Royal Oak, Michigan 

ZANOSKI, PAUL, Wagoner 
1109 Sycamore Street, 
Wilmington, Delaware 

ZEITLER, HENRY B., Wagoner 
272 Milwaukee Avenue, 
Kenosha, Wisconsin 



MEN TRANSFERRED, WHO HAVE NOT RETURNED TO THE ORGANIZATION 



DEUR, DICK, Wagoner 

Holland, Michigan 

DEMEYERE. GUSTAF, Wagoner 
916 Belvidere Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 



HUND, EMIL E., Pvt. 

Marine City, Michigan 
KESSLER, OTTO H., Pvt. 

Oxford, Michigan 
LaBRENZ, OTTO, Wagoner 
Detroit, Michigan 



McDonald, Arthur l., Pvt. 

Chicago, Illinois 
SINGER. LOUIS A., Sgt. 

Racine, Wisconsin 
SIPKEMA, ALBERT L., Wagoner 

Allendale, Michigan 



ORDNANCE DETACHMENT 



ANDERSON, CHARLES A., Pvt. 

411 South Norris Street, 

Escanaba, Michigan 
CAMPBELL, OLLIE E., Pvt. 

227 Fourth Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
CHERRY, VERN D., Pvt. 

Weston, Ohio 
DANZER, ALAN F., Pvt. 

1489-15th Street, 

Detroit, Michigan 



FLAHERTY, THOMAS, Pvt. 
32 East High Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 

GARDNER, HARRY, Pvt. 
912-41st Street, 
Wulam, Alabama 



McNULTY, WILLIAM J., 
384 Antietam Street, 
Detroit, Michigan 



Corp. 



O'BRIEN, GEORGE P., Ord. Sgt. 
256 Melbourne Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

SHARKEY, NORMAN C. Sgt. 
1154 Belle River Avenue, 
Marine City, Michigan 

SIEVERS, HENRY J., Corp. 
402 Huron Avenue, 
Sheboygan, Wisconsin 



MEDICAL DETACHMENT 



COPELAND, WILLIAN A.., Captain 429 Hancock Avenue, Vandergrift, Pa. 

McAfee, LIVTON C, Captain 400 Washington Avenue, Mason, Ga. 

HUMPHREY, JAMES A., First Lieutenant 811 South Pine Street, Lansing, Mich. 

BECKER, IGNACE T., Pvt. 1st CI. FLOWER, EDWARD L., Pvt. 1st CL HART, HARRISON G., Pvt. 1st CI. 

1701 Field Avenue, St. Johns, Michigan KitzmiUer, Maryland 

Detroit, Michigan 

CARLANDER, OSWALD R., Sgt. HOOVER. LEWIS H., Pvt. . JOHNSON. GEORGE. Pvt. 1st CI. 

1029 E 68th Street 35 W. 9th Avenue, 505 N. Walnut Street, 

Seattle, Washington Columbus, Ohio Springfield. Illinois 

CATALANO, PAUL, Pvt. 1st CI. HOPPER. LAWRENCE S , Pvt KILBOURN. ESMOND G.. Pvt. 1st CI. 

804 S. Ionia Avenue, 67 Willis Avenue. 2818 H N. Saginaw Street. 

Grand Rapids, Michigan Detroit, Michigan Flint. Michigan 

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LOREE, GEORGE R.. Pvt. 

245 Goyeau Street, 

Windsor, Canada 
MATTESON, ROY E., Pvt. 

56 Ferris Avenue, 

Detroit, Michigan 
McCUNE, THOMAS B.. Pvt. 

1828 East Grand Blvd., 

Detroit, Michigan 

NETTING, CLARENCE E., Sgt. 
332 Pennsylvania Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

NICOL, WILLIAM, Pvt. 
R. F. D. No. 1, 
Chelsea, Michigan 

POCKLEY, WILLIAM, Pvt. 

69 Milwaukee, West, 
Detroit, Michigan 



ROBERTS, RICHARD, Pvt. 
855 Lothrop AenuAe 
Detroit, Michigan 

RUPP, EDGAR H., Pvt. 
629 Meldrum Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

SCHUSTER, ALBERT H., Pvt. 
1114 Mt. Elliott Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

SCOTT, FINLEY L., Sgt. 
R. F. D. No. 3, 
Greenfield, Missouri 

SMITH, JOSEPH D., Pvt. 

10986-1 25th Street, 
Edmonton, Canada 



TAYLOR, WILLIAM M., Pvt. 
906 Harriet Avenue, 
Flint, Michigan 

THOM, SAMUEL C, Pvt. 
29 Hendrie Avenue, 
Detroit, Michigan 

TURNER, JOHN H., Pvt. 

Care Mrs. Mary Morgel, 
Woman's Prison, 
Indianapolis, Indiana 

VOIGHT, SAM H., Pvt. 1st CI. 
319 N. Water Street, 
Owosso, Michigan 

WETZEL, MILTON F., Sgt. Ist CI. 
R. F. D. No. 2, 
Rossville, Indiana 



CAMP UPTON DETACHMENT 

JOHNSON, CARL, First Lieutenant 

MACKALL, WILLIAM, First Lieutenant Nokesville, Prince William, Virginia 

CHESTON, HAMILTON, First Lieutenant Chestnut Hill, Pa. 

WATERMAN, WILLIAM B., Second Lieutenant 416 West School Lane, Germantown, Pa. 

ACKERMAN, ISAAC J., Pvt. CRUMLEY, EDWARD N., Pvt. LEONARD, CLARENCE M., Pvt 

364-366 E. 10th Street, 506 W. 48th Street, Not known. 

New York City, New York New York City, New York LEONARDI, LUIGI, Pvt. 

CHAMBERS, ERNEST W., Pvt. 1st CI. FERRARA, JOSEPH, Pvt. 59 Morton Street, 

R. F. D. No. 1, 197 School Street, New York City, New York 

Copenhagen, New York Brooklyn, N. Y. MARTIN, CYRIL J., 208 State Street, 

CIACCIA, NICHOLAS, Pvt. 1st CI. GAUDET, RICHARD A., Pvt. Camden, New Jersey 

4332 Elizabeth Street, 5 Maple Park, utitoduv Tiiufirc t r- 

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Medford, Massachussete MURPHY, JAMEb J., Corp. 

*^ ' ^ „ , «„.„, „ Crimea, Woodlawn, Maryland 

COHEN, CHARLES, Pvt. GOLBERG, MICHAEL, Pvt. „„„„„ .„^„^. ^ ^ „ 

133 bamont Avenue, 237-19th Street, ROCCO, MICHELE E., Pvt. 
Brooklyn, New York New York City, New York 1121 Flatbush Avenue, 

COLANDERELLO, FELIX, Pvt. HART, HARRISON G., Pvt. 1st CI. Brooklyn, New York 

24 Minetta Lane, Kitzmiller, Maryland ROSENBERG, MORRIS, Pvt. 

New York City, New York ue-tit incB-DH T3„f 117 S. 8th Street, 

HIlTU, JObfc.f M, Pvt. RrnnHvn New VnrV 

CONSTANTINO, TINDARO, Pvt. 108 N. Main Street, DrooKiyn, «ew lorK 

1030 Martrey Street, Woonsocket, Rhode Island ROYER, RUSSELL B., Pvt. 

San Antonio, Texas KFR HENRY Pvt *^' Funston Avenue, 

COLLIDGE, GEORGE W., Pvt, 1st CI. 1518 Ridge' AveAue, Newberry, Pennsylvania 

R. F. D. No. 1, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania SCHRAM, MAX E., Pvt. 

WcUsboro. Pennsylvania KNAPP HENRY H 1st Sgt ^^^ Mystic, Connecticut 

COTTAGE, STEPHEN J., 1st CI. Care Clara Kinder, ' STARTUP, MYRON, Bugler 

49 Roubwar Street, 117 Crumfort Place, 221 Jersey Avenue, 

Shickshinny, Pennsylvania Brooklyn, New York Port Jarvis, New York 

COURT, EVERETT A., Corp. KUEBLER, ADOLPH H., Pvt. UGENTE, PAUL, Pvt. 

134 S. 3rd Street, 58 Cummings Street, 65 Diamond Street, 
Mechanicsville, New York Irvington, New Jersey Brooklyn, New York 



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