HISTORY CHAPTER V Such news did doubtless exercise a certain effect on the Regiment's morale. As we marched back from the foothills of the Vosges, through the shattered little Lorraine villages, we could know if we stopped to think, which usually we did not have time to do-that our part in the big drama was advancing rapidly. The prologue had been the training with the British, the first act, the Lorraine sector. Now arose the inevitable speculations, accompanying movement from one area to another, as to the scene on which the curtain would next rise. Near Rozelieures, with its twelfth century church, close beneath which clustered the usual red roofs, the 3rd Battalion enjoyed some training in open order formations. Here the men that understood French heard from the lips of the village fathers how Napoleon had won a bloody battle in the streets in defense of the famous Trouee de Charmes. And here too arrived mail from home. On this march from
the Vosges each battalion again had its own transport,
and the entraining at Charmes on August 7th was
accomplished in record time. The first sealed orders
given to the regimental or battalion officers in command
of trains showed Hesdin near Montdidier as the detraining
point, but the general skepticism prevailing is well
reflected in Major Chinner's diary of this date:
"Having heard of these camouflaged orders before, we
are not betting any too freely on that being our
destination." As a matter of fact, it was upon
arrival at La Ferte Gaucher, in the Marne country about
forty miles east of Paris and twenty south of
Chateau-Thierry, that train commanders received, on the
afternoon of the 8th, Divisional Orders to detrain and
march their commands to the area near Jouy sur Morin,
where Regimental and Brigade Headquarters had been
already established. At La Ferte Gaucher some of the
Regiment saw for the first time a hospital train loaded
with American wounded. British and French hospital trains
we all had seen before. We did not know that in eight
days many of us would be returning ourselves from the
Vesle to the hospital trains at Chateau-Thierry; nor did
we know that even while we were detraining the English,
Canadians, and Australians were breaking through between
Albert and Nareuil. It was August 8, 1918, which was to
be later described by General Ludendorff as "the
black day of the German army in the history of the
War." At Chezy the camions crossed the Marne and followed the right bank of the river to Chateau-Thierry. Here two months earlier had fought our own 2nd and 3rd Divisions. On all sides appeared evidences of the high water mark left by the recently ebbed tide of the Crown Prince's army; and just as high water leaves its mark along a wall, so the sides of the houses showed the line where the machine gun bullets had played. The town was still full of German signs of various military character with the names of the streets in German. From Chateau-Thierry we started north. In addition to the shattered buildings, the shell holes, some of huge dimension, were particularly impressive. And the dust. No one will probably dispute the entry in one diary: "This ride will be long remembered because of the great quantities of dust which each member of the Division consumed." Early in the evening the Regiment debussed near the little city of Fere-en-Tardenois, which like everything seen that day had been heavily shelled. Then a march to the woods west of the town where all hands were soon asleep. According to Major Chinner's diary: "The woods in which we moved late at night were found to be full of dead horses and some Huns. " Proportions differed doubtless in different parts of the woods. Many other evidences of the recent German occupation were at hand. In a house in Fere-en-Tardenois the writer picked up a copy of a recent issue of "Fliegende Blatter" and, on a field near our encampment, a spotless sheet of one of Beethoven's symphonies. A stray newspaper recounted instances of brutal cruelty shown by American officers. About the fields unexploded gas shells lay in dangerous profusion. Elsewhere were quantities of regularly stacked shells which the enemy had not had time to carry away. On the fringe of the woods lay skillfully built pits for the light German machine guns that had cost our troops so many lives. Large stores of bottled mineral water proved a welcome find. On August 11th,
battalion practice in open order formations provided some
admirable training, although this was for some of us
unfortunately the first and only Occasion of the kind. On
the same day a reconnaissance Of the position to be taken
by the Regiment in the Dole Woods, about four kilometers
to the north, was made by General Johnson, Colonel
Averill, Major Budd, and an officer from each company of
the 2nd Battalion. Next morning at dawn 2nd Battalion
Headquarters with E and F Companies marched to this new
position in the Dole woods. G and H following later
arrived at. 5:30 P.m. As the transport was still en route
from Jouy sur .Morin the Battalion had no wagons, but
fortunately through Battalion Adjutant Lieutenant Kidde's
efforts several were borrowed from a detachment of French
troops nearby. Now for the first time they saw from the slope above the town the valley of the Vesle stretching to east and west, and now they made observation of the commanding heights to the north held by the Germans and for some time prepared by them as their first strong line of resistance in case of a withdrawal. There still lay unburied dead of the 4th Division Infantry both in the path above Ville Savoye and in the town itself-grim witnesses who being dead yet spoke of the difficulties of the position. The officers with some difficulty located the units of the 305th to be relieved, and then awaited the arrival of their companies. Meanwhile the shelling with high explosives and gas of Ville Savoye and of the cross roads at Chery Chartreuve and Mont St. Martin began about 8:30 P.m. At 10 P.m. appeared the head of the Battalion in single file, at five paces interval, with Lieutenant Griffiths and the Battalion scouts in the lead. Shelling continued until about 11:30 P.m., and it was some time after that before the 2nd Battalion finally settled for the night in positions on the support line. This support
position on the Red Line (later we learned how
appropriate was the color!) was destined to become
distressingly familiar to members of the Regiment during
the next two weeks. Although this line was about two and
a half kilometers from the front positions north of the
Vesle, it was subjected like the town of Ville Savoye
itself to constant and accurate shelling. It is true that
the funk holes once reached afforded a protection from
high explosive shells other than direct hits; but besides
the possibility of a direct hit, there was also the
constant menace of gas. Meanwhile the company kitchens
were brought up and placed in positions which seemed
comparatively safe. The danger from the smoke of the
kitchens was made as small as possible, and the hot meals
proved of great comfort in the introduction to this very
active sector. The Battalion Commanders of the
305th Infantry decided to leave their battalions in position as the
whole of the relief had not been completed. Two companies effected the
relief that night and the other two, together with Company D of the
306th Machine Gun Battalion, on the following night, August 15th. At
this time the enemy subjected the 2nd Battalion to an even more severe
gas bombardment than that of the three previous nights. The gas
casualties proved less severe in companies E and F, on the railroad
and north of the railroad across the river, than in the
support companies, G and H near Ville Savoye. Battalion
Headquarters in the town and H Company just south of it
suffered most severely. It was necessary to move the
Headquarters three times on account of the gas
concentration. The orders received by the 308th on taking the position stated that it was "to hold the bridge head," but there was no road leading to a bridge nor any bridge or the remnants of any. Finding then that but two companies were on the far side of an unfordable stream; finding no bridge head to hold as ordered; and believing the losses of the leading battalion unnecessary, Colonel Averill reported these facts, requesting a rectification of the line as the position had at that time become purely a defensive or holding one. Colonel Averill. was now relieved on August 17th from command of the Regiment and transferred to the 3rd Division, not to rejoin us till after the Armistice. The justice and wisdom of this action, which, as in other similar cases at the time, was taken without allowing the victim the satisfaction of an investigation, is to be questioned. He was succeeded by Colonel A. F. Prescott. An unfortunate and apparently entirely erroneous impression existed at Division and Brigade Headquarters, and therefore probably at Corps and Army Headquarters, that the American line in question ran from the Chateau du Diable eastward along the Soissons-Rheims highway to the point where this highway crossed the railroad. There is no evidence that this line was ever held for an appreciable time by American troops. It is a matter of record, however, that the 305th Infantry took over the exact position held by the 4th Division Regiment which they relieved, and that the 2nd Battalion of our Regiment took over the exact ground held by the 1st and 3rd Battalions of the 305th Infantry. It should be recorded here that during the gruelling days just described when the 2nd Battalion took over and held this first position on the Vesle, Major Budd and every officer and man in the Battalion received all possible help and support from Colonel Averill, Captain Lindley, the Regimental Adjutant, and Captain Whittlesey, the Operations Officer. The splendid spirit of the Regiment was further cemented by this strong cooperation. The company which had suffered most severely, both advancing to its new position and subsequently holding it, was H. Of the 196 men estimated in the Company at the beginning of August there were by the night of the 15th just six left, including First Sergeant Raffo. All the rest had been evacuated as gas or wound casualties, or were lying helpless in the aid station as a result of gas. Lieutenant Kane's eyes, like those of many others, gradually closed until in the afternoon he could not see at all. (Not a necessarily painful symptom, but from the military point of view, a most inconvenient one.) On the morning of
August 16th, Major Budd, badly gassed, was sent back
under protestation by order of the Regimental Surgeon,
and Captain McMurtry took command of the 2nd Battalion.
The Battalion Headquarters suffered very severely. The
single street of the ruined village ran down the exposed
slope, a direct target for enemy fire. The men of the
rapidly dwindling handful of runners, scouts, and signal
detachment who remained did gallant service volunteering
to carry canteens to the town pump in the village square
and there fill them and bring them back. Direct fire
covered every inch of that perilous journey. Nor should
the ambulance drivers be forgotten who made the trip down
the slope to the dressing station in the square and back
up again, carrying the gassed and wounded. Lieutenant
Griffiths was badly gassed and almost blind, but
continued to handle the message center at Battalion
Headquarters. The gas concentration became so impossible
that Lieutenant-Colonel Smith, arriving in Ville Savoye
on the afternoon of August 16th, ordered the Battalion
Headquarters moved from the cellar in the village to the
hillside above. Meanwhile, the 1st Battalion had been having its own troubles on the Red Line to which, like the 2nd, it had marched on the 14th from the woods near Mareuil-en--Dole. Captain Breckinridge commanded the Battalion, the Company Commanders being Captain Harvey, Lieutenant Miles, Captain Fahnestock, and Captain Brooks of A, B, C, and D respectively. The position was taken under shell fire with two casualties in Company B, and fairly constant shelling followed during the next five days. After a mustard gas attack, Lieutenant Morse and forty-eight men were evacuated from B. Captain Fahnestock was sent back with a shrapnel wound in the arm. Direct hits on funk holes accounted for other casualties. On the evening of the 21St, the Battalion Commander and Company Commanders went forward to make reconnaissance, prior to the relief of the 3rd Battalion by the 1st. A runner guided these officers to the new location of Battalion Headquarters, a cave on the road to Ville Savoye. While standing for a few minutes at the entrance to the cave, at about 10 P.m., the group came under direct shell fire. Captain Brooks, Lieutenant Lederle, Adjutant of the 3rd Battalion, Lieutenant Lusk, Gas Officer of the 3rd Battalion, and Lieutenant Graham, Liaison Officer for the Artillery, with two enlisted men, names unknown, were all killed instantly. Lieutenants Adams and Blackwell were wounded, the former severely, and other officers badly shaken up. This event interfered with the reconnaissance, which should have been made to expedite the relief of the 3rd Battalion. It was later in the same evening that the Tannery was completely taken over without casualties by Company M's outpost on the extreme right. This occurred coincidentally with the attack on Bazoches by the 306th Infantry on our left. It was on this same day of many losses that the Battalion Intelligence Officer at the front tried to get Regimental Headquarters at Chery Chartreuve in order to ask for additional runners. " Just a
minute please," answered Captain Lindley in a low
voice. "Call up again; I can't talk to you now.
" On a similar though less fatal occasion a few days earlier, the shell-torn house in which the Regimental Band was billeted, also received a hit, and several of the men were wounded though none very severely. It was then that a sudden call on the telephone at Regimental Headquarters announced that "the whole band was lost." "What?" inquired the Adjutant. "Yes, every damned instrument has been smashed and Several men wounded! What shall I do? " For once the ever ready Adjutant was unable to find a satisfactory answer. The idea of replacing a complete set of military band instruments at that place and time had a humorous suggestion absent from most of the experiences of the period. Severe as were the
losses of the 308th on the 21st of August, those of the
next day were to prove even heavier. After the shelling
in which Captain Brooks and the others were killed, there
was comparative quiet until about 3: 30 A.M. Then about
dawn came a particularly severe barrage of high
explosives without gas, followed in about twenty minutes
by attacks on Companies I and K in their positions north
of the river. Fierce fighting at close quarters followed
immediately for the men in I. The solitary German who got
through K Company's fire of rifles, chauchats, and hand
grenades, was killed by Private Spinella, who, it is
said, first used the butt of his own chauchat and then
finished with the enemy's bayonet. Company I, as was
later learned from prisoners, was attacked by four
companies of Baden troops accompanied by a detachment of
pioneers with flame-throwers. These flamenwerfer did
considerable damage, though it is supposed that all
belonging to this command were killed by the men of I
Company with the exception of those who were burned to
death by their own hands through getting the nozzles of
their machines entangled in the heavy underbrush of the
swamp. Many a brave deed was done that day. Acting Corporal Stein, a New York ladies' hat manufacturer, saved his platoon at one time by rushing out alone to an extreme flank with a chauchat and putting out of commission a Boche machine gun that was about to enfilade Lieutenant Fowler's line. Private Bologna, a New York bootblack, covered the retirement of Sergeant Riley's post, turning and firing his chauchat from his shoulder, mowing down a file of Germans pursuing his detail along a narrow pathway. Private Comarelli, a day laborer, insisted on keeping up fire from the path over my dugout, although four little red spots on his buttocks showed that a machine gun bullet had threaded its way in and out of him four times. Only rough handling could get him up to have his wounds dressed. My own striker, Private Arzano, a candy maker at home, was sent out with Private Ward to find men of the 3rd who were crying out down in the valley somewhere. An enemy machine gun did for Danny Ward, splendid fellow that he was, and caught Arzano three times in the right shoulder. As soon as he reported back, I ordered his wound dressed for fear of infection of the joint. He would have none of it till he had killed a couple of Huns. When it was dressed he refused to leave me. Sergeants Carter and Riley did wonderful work tearing about encouraging their men and engineering a coup whereby we annihilated a platoon of Boches marching over an open field in platoon front formation, with rifles slung. Then word came that the first platoon with Lieutenant Morey had been overwhelmed and captured. Smiling little Connell had been overlooked under the dirt of a caved-in trench and wire, and scrambled out later, and made a record sprint from his pursuers to Company Headquarters. So much for our poor right flank. Word came from Captain Frothingham (of K) that he was retiring to the Vesle to prevent the Germans from cutting him off. So much for our left flank. We could hear firing in our rear, as well as in our midst. So much for our rear. Captain Harrington
repeatedly called on Battalion Headquarters, but as I
said before, Battalion Headquarters and Company L were
too far away to be of much service to us in our
predicament. There seemed no help for it but to fight our
way back to the Vesle, and keep our enemies in front of
us only. Without helmet or gas mask, hatless and coatless, his face already blistering from the flame, he made his way through the woods to K Company's Headquarters to tell Captain Frothingham that I Company, though badly cut up, was still holding the line. He was barely able to deliver the message and Captain Frothingham. ordered instant first aid, despite the fact that his own posts had suffered heavily during the barrage. Wound in endless thicknesses of gauze, Van Duzer started back through the woods toward the aid station in Villesavoye, but was gone only a moment when he came back breathless: "Captain," he gasped, "there's a dozen Dutchmen in the woods back of you!" "We'll get them," was the laconic reply, and the words were scarcely spoken before Lieutenant Robinson and four men crossed the tracks and climbed the bank into the woods, without waiting for orders. Van Duzer ran with them and indicated where the Germans had been. Private Henry Lang, who was one of the party, speaks German and raised his voice in a call to surrender, which was answered by the appearance of a young Boche who wanted to know whether he would be killed. He was assured that Americans don't kill prisoners, and disclosed the fact that several of his comrade were in the woods. They were found and marched to the railroad track in their favorite "Kamerad" attitude, led by a sergeant-major, who disclosed the fact that the attack had been made by a battalion, with orders to drive the American outposts beyond the Vesle River before 4: 45 A.M. It was a regular raiding party, equipped with light machine guns, hand grenades and flame-throwers. All the prisoners had been told that capture by the Americans meant instant death, and in their gratitude at being spared, they turned out their pockets, furnishing an abundance of souvenirs, among which was a large package of British cigarettes. Reinforcements arrived from Company L about this time, after a nerve-wracking trip through Ville Savoye in which two men were injured by shell fire, and the prisoners were sent back to Headquarters and the wounded evacuated. Sergeant Reusse,
one of the few remaining noncommissioned officers of
Company K, was killed during the barrage. He was the only
man hit in his section of the line, but the platoons on
the right and left, as well as the platoon from Company C
of the 306th Machine Gun Battalion, suffered severe
losses, several men being mortally wounded. About thirty
of the seventy-nine effectives of Company K were
evacuated with more or less serious hurts. Captain Breckinridge got back to the support position between 9 and 10 P.m. and called the officers of the Battalion together. Their instructions were outlined and they were directed to mobilize their companies and start for Ville Savoye, picking up on the way certain guides at the old German hangars, west of Mont St. Martin. About ii o'clock a telephone message from Lieutenant-Colonel Smith countermanded all previous orders and said nothing was to be done until the receipt of further ones. The companies then stood fast until I A.M. (of the 23rd) when word was received that the original orders of the previous afternoon were reinstated and that the Battalion Commander would proceed to operate under them. The lack of hand grenades and other equipment was again pointed out, and Captain Breckinridge explained that his Battalion was disposed over two kilometers of front, and that it would be impossible in his opinion to give the orders to company officers, mobilize the troops, march them three or four kilometers, and dispose them again over so wide a front while making attack over unknown terrain in less than five hours time. The orders were however issued, Colonel Prescott agreeing to attempt to delay the barrage for one hour, that is from 3:17 to 4:17 A.M. Desperate efforts were made to keep up with this new schedule. Inevitable confusion and delay, however, accompanied the moving out. The scouts had to be returned to their companies because there was no Scout Officer to look after them. It was after 3:30 when the advance companies reached the crossroads in the fields south of the hangars. Lieutenant Lewis, Adjutant of the 1st Battalion, crawled into a ditch and wriggling under a foot bridge, used an opportune telephone station to notify Regimental Headquarters that it would be absolutely impossible to make the attack on scheduled time. "Tell
Breckinridge to do the best he can," telephoned back
Colonel Smith. And that was what theist Battalion did-the
best that any troops could do in the chaotic
circumstances. It was an hour before the rest of the attack that Ginter carried out his orders. With the half of the platoon, which remained with him, he plunged into the Vesle and made his way across. In the mist on the other bank they saw some figures. Supposing these to be members of Company C engaged in the attack, they called out to them. A volley of fire was the answer. Ginter with a detachment of ten men had run right into a superior number of the enemy and though they fought as best they could with rifles and chauchats, which had suffered in the crossing of the river, they were soon dispersed, being either captured, wounded or killed. Sergeant Kimball and several others were lost in this attack. It was not till three months later that while lying in the hospital in Paris I chanced to see in the newspaper that Ginter was still living. He and four of the men had been captured and taken to a German prison camp. 11 Some forty-five men in all had made the attack with Ginter and of these only six apparently survived. Private Sugarman, after lying wounded between the lines for five days, finally worked his way back to the Americans. To return now to the other companies. One platoon of C Company, under Lieutenant Schenck, became confused in the darkness while making its way through Ville Savoye to attack across the Vesle and then if possible to extend up the railroad track to the east, and connect with B Company at the Tannery. A detachment from this platoon took refuge in the cellar of the ruined church, while the Sergeant in command tried vainly to get in touch with some one from the company. Lieutenant Sheridan, however, took two platoons from C Company and decided to carry out his orders regardless of whether the rest of the company was in position to attack. With the assistance of Captain Harvey and the A Company men, who had been sent forward the day before to rein-force the 3rd Battalion, Sheridan went ahead. He is said to have turned and to have remarked in characteristic fashion to some one near him, "Well, I expect this is going to be a real Irish Wake." He fought his way nearly to the railroad track and then fell mortally wounded by machine gun bullets to die a few hours later. The losses of the attacking party now became so heavy that Captain Harvey again retired to the south side of the river. D Company under Lieutenant Knight, although late in arriving at the scene of the attack, had managed to keep all four platoons together, and in broad daylight, more than two hours after the barrage had started across the valley, began its advance toward the objective on the extreme left of the attacking line. Captain Breckinridge established his Battalion P. C. on the slope south of Ville Savoye. At 8: 30 A.M., orders came from Colonel Prescott putting Major Chinner in command of the operation. Lieutenant-Colonel Smith came up to the P. C. to take supervision of the entire outpost zone, including both battalions. Major Chinner and Captain Breckinridge then went down to the river to direct the attack personally. There were many casualties from machine gun fire and whizzbang barrages, which raked the marshes along the river. Fighting continued all day. By nightfall practically all of the ground had been regained and our outpost line was nearly back in its original position. More than one hundred casualties had been cared for in the dressing station at the cave. Carrying the wounded to this point under direct observation from the enemy provided a difficult task, and it was while acting as stretcher bearers that several of the finest soldiers in the Battalion were wounded. Lieutenant Feldman, Medical Officer in charge at the cave, was much handicapped by lack of bandages and dressings. After dark, ambulances ran up from Mont St. Martin to fetch the severely wounded. During the night, the line was pushed still further across the railroad. Combat troops were stationed in the direction of the crossroads, and also in the direction of Chateau du Diable and the northerly and westerly borders of the woods in which the Chateau was situated. The left flank was sharply refused and combat groups were established, commanding the railroad and railroad cut. Through the next two days, the 24th and 25th, the position was held while the troops along the river were subjected to constant surveillance from German aeroplanes and to heavy shell fire. The Battalion P. C. caught some terrific barrages which brought casualties among the runners and signal men. Details for ammunition had of course to cross the open fields to Mont St. Martin. Emergency rations were brought up on the afternoon of the 24th and rushed down to the companies at the forward outpost line. The combination of coffee and canned heat was comforting. Father Halligan and a detail of three men succeeded after several attempts in getting the bodies of Captain Brooks and the others away from the mouth of the cave, and buried them in the side of the hill. Officers of the 2nd Battalion, 307th Infantry, made a reconnaissance on the 25th, and that night this Battalion marched forward from the Red Line to relieve us. Just as this was being done, an artillery barrage on the slope where the Battalion P. C. was situated, caused the death of three officers and several men of the incoming troops. At the same time there occurred a heavy thunder shower, and in certain cases, men confused by the claps of thunder and flashes of lightning failed to take cover when shells burst near them. The 1st Battalion
now marched back to the Bois de Pissotte. The command was
just beginning to enjoy its first freedom from shell
fire, in two weeks, and had devoted some three or four
hours to washing and sleeping, when by Regimental Order,
it was moved out at an hour's notice to bivouac in the
woods near Sergy. As boxers with hands tied behind their backs, absorbing punishment from the fists of their opponents, the battalions on the Vesle had to take over and hold by mere force of physical occupancy positions taken from the Germans, when the Chateau-Thierry drive lost its initial momentum and came to a standstill in the face of determined opposition. They could neither advance nor fall back to improve their positions. The orders were to stick right there. And they obeyed orders and stuck. To anyone who is at all familiar with military fundamentals, it is evident that such a predicament constitutes the most severe and nerve-wracking test for recruit divi-sions made up of troops freshly arrived from the so-called quiet sectors. Herein is the significance of the Vesle. It brought raw troops up to a full stop as they cracked their helmets against the real thing-modem warfare. Its waters figuratively seethed in a great test tube from which untried troops were cast forth three weeks later, a bit dazed and exhausted, but with their mettle tempered and their morale strengthened. The fibre of the heroic American stuff which stood the final acid test in the Argonne was toughened by subjection to terrible stress on the Vesle. For the first time, weary officers and men realized the relationship between making good and what the British Sergeant-Major in the bayonet class had called "guts." For the first time they were impressed with the violence of artillery warfare with its high explosive shells and its gas shells so effective in rendering a command ineffective, For the first time it was brought home to puzzled minds under mud-stained helmets that fighting the Huns, instead of mean-ing what Tommy Atkins always called a " Push, "-an advance which carried one forward almost automatically in the splen-did impetus of attack,-might mean, and in more instances did mean, existing for days and nights like human prairie dogs; groveling in funk holes which threatened to cave in from the concussion of each recurring shell burst; suffering casualties and being cruelly punished by an unseen enemy five miles away. . . . On the map it (the
Vesle River) is a narrow, crinkly double line, less
impressive than the broad black line with red dots to
mark the national highway north of it. On the ground . .
. it is a muddy, snake-like stream- with varying depth .
. . winding slowly a tortuous course through a country
that had been wooded before the combined destruction
poured forth from Allied and Teuton artillery reduced the
trees to sterile gaunt trunks devoid of foliage. In the
memory of the men who lived as rabbits in the huge warren
which the slopes south of its valley concealed, the Vesle
means something more than a river. There they underwent
their baptism of fire. Perhaps the most
significant feature, and certainly one of the most
trying, was the shelling. One never knew when this might
begin. Other things being equal, it was most likely to
occur when the danger from it was greatest, as on the
occasion of making reliefs. Once in a funk hole, all
danger was removed except that of a direct hit, but there
were a number of these, when, of course, the shallow hole
in the ground afforded no protection whatever. Ration
parties like reliefs suffered particularly from the storm
of death which might at any moment burst from a perfectly
quiet sky. On the front line the whizzbangs were much in
evidence with their particularly loud and shattering
detonations. At times troops or individuals became the
target for direct fire from 77's, an experience
calculated to make the victim feel especially helpless.
Incidentally, I imagine that most individuals found
shelling much harder to bear when alone than in company
with others. A particularly depressing feature was the smell of the unburied bodies of horses and men, the latter for the most part, former members of the 4th Division. A pleasanter heritage from the same source came in the large amount of discarded equipment and supplies at the front. The tins containing coffee proved particularly welcome. The bodies mentioned attracted innumerable flies, which would settle on anything to eat and collect in vast numbers in the larger funk-holes, cellars, and caves. When disturbed the sound of their buzzing became remarkable. There was considerable dysentery, though, so far as I know, not of a virulent type. The water was doubtless accountable for this, and the flies helped to spread it. The sense of weakness and general wretchedness always produced by this complaint was not accentuated by the constant presence of danger for one's self and one's fellows. To watch the daily tragedy purged the beholder with pity and terror as well as with dysentery. A very real trial for many of the officers lay in their sense of heavy responsibility. The lives of men constantly de-pended on their judgment, and their judgment was necessarily so often faulty. The disposal of a platoon in one position instead of another more wisely chosen a few hundred yards away might result in the loss of numerous lives. And even if you went back wounded to safer regions, this heavy sense of responsibility was not left behind; for in your dreams it was still with you- only more confused, importunate, and unappeased than when you had felt it in waking hours. In the conditions described, men lived on day after day in a life which for the most part curiously combined exposure to danger with enforced inactivity, for No Man's Land, the unknown country beyond the Vesle, could not be patroled as in Lorraine. Therefore it assumed a still more mysterious and sinister character. One watched the signals which constantly went up by night and vaguely wondered what they meant. Generally the familiar old three green stars dropped slowly down, but at times all sorts of new ones, portentous and vari-colored flares and rockets, went popping along the horizon. At other times, the ominous glare of great unknown fires7-supposedly enemy ammunition dumps set on fire by our own artillery or purposely destroyed before retirement-brightened the whole sky. The constant
warning at all times was " Don't expose
yourself," and thus long periods were spent doing
nothing at all, lying the while in the funk-holes of
white clay (which got into everything including your
hair) waiting for something to happen. With relief
expected, the time of its arrival became the one
inevitable subject of conversation. Hope deferred made
the heartsick. When men, long exposed to such a period of
strain, fought as did the 3rd Battalion later near the
Aisne, it meant real staying power. Conditions on the
Vesle were bad, but not bad enough to break the spirit of
officers and men of the 308th. Nevertheless, there was something new in the air besides shells and gas, and that was increasing rumors of the enemy's withdrawal. The 2nd Battalion meanwhile took the front line and the 1st the support position, and then, after more hard shelling on September 3rd, the news came at last that the Germans were actually in retreat! American observation balloons were out in number to observe the event, and soon Captain Harrington, now in command of the 3rd Battalion back on the Blue Line, had received orders to follow in pursuit at once. Late in the afternoon of the 4th, the troops halted in the Bois de Faux on the St. Thibaut-Bazoches road to receive an issue of iron rations and ammunition. Toward evening, the Battalion passed through Ville Savoye and thence across the swamps and the Vesle River, and so through the old position on the railroad track.- All was silent now. Crossing what had so long been the mysterious and deadly No Man's Land, the troops saw ample evidence of the fight of August 22nd. Right up the hills on the north side of the Vesle from which the German batteries had so long been firing, they went without opposition. Darkness fell and
the companies were ordered to dig in, some of them on the
old battleground itself. These orders had scarcely been
carried out before word came to fall in again on the
Soissons-Rheims road. Here packs were abandoned and the
Battalion set out in skirmish formation in a blinding
thunderstorm. Still without opposition, they marched all
night, resting at dawn for two hours. After a short
distance had been covered, the sound of shelling was
heard toward the right in the direction of
Blanzy-les-Fismes. The barbed wire entanglements of the
old German support lines were now reached, and the troops
continued on the road connecting Blanzy with Fismes.
Leaving this, they crossed the railroad until they
reached the brink of a steep valley. Here the Battalion,
formed in two waves with companies L and M in front,
followed by I and K, and with Battalion Headquarters
between the line, and proceeded down the cliff. The first
wave, slipping and clambering slowly from rock to rock,
had reached the bottom and had begun the upward ascent
when they were met with fire from unseen machine guns. In
the words of one observer present, "the first line
began to fade." Sergeant Rappolt of M Company was
killed, and there were a number of other casualties. It
was a rough and disorganizing experience. Those who were
not hit dropped to the ground, and the second wave which
had not yet finished the descent, was ordered back to the
top of the slope to be joined immediately by the first. A
number of men were lost as prisoners following this
repulse. Soon two German aeroplanes appeared, and their
red flares were promptly acknowledged by the enemy
artillery, which poured an intense fire into the ranks of
the Battalion, now holding a position on the sunken road
and on the railroad which had been crossed a short time
before. For several hours this artillery fire, of all
sizes, as well as the fire from the machine gun nests,
prevented any forward movement. Rations, however, were
brought from Blanzy and Companies L and M, after being
fed and reorganized, were sent forward to attack, leaving
I and K in support positions. Meanwhile a personal
reconnaissance by Major McNeill, now commanding the
Battalion, Lieutenant Robinson, and one of the sergeants
proved that the enemy had withdrawn from Serval. The
enemy artillery had by this time ceased, and the troops
on the left and right of the 3rd Battalion had begun to
advance. The 307th Infantry on the right was engaged with
the enemy south of Merval; the 306th on the left, south
of Barbonval. Finally the Battalion, after leaving a pair of relay runners at each road fork, reached its objective on the Red Line, and Lieutenant Robinson was sent back with the news to Regimental Headquarters. The men were moved into the shelter of the woods, outposts established, and the rest allowed to go to sleep. At this time the enemy was on all sides of the Battalion, but unaware of the fact. A reconnaissance was made of the town of Villers-en-Prayeres
still in the hands of the Germans. Meanwhile
Lieutenant Burns, with the aid of a wire cutting
detachment of the Pioneer Platoon, advanced to a position
near the St. Pierre farm road. Lieutenant McDougall's
patrol had run into a machine gun nest, which was
enfilading our left. Most of the crew was killed and the
gun silenced. Since, however, the advance of the troops
on the right had not sufficiently warranted the
occupation of the positions taken, the companies were,
after suffering several casualties, withdrawn back to
their position on the Butte de Bourmont by Regimental
Order. Next morning the operations for the attack on
Revillon were to be repeated. The Germans, however, now
showed themselves on the alert and observed the movements
of our men, under cover of the woods on the east side of
the Butte. They put down a heavy artillery fire of one
pounders and Austrian 88's. Among the casualties
resulting was the death of Lieutenant Gallagan, which
left Company H with no officer. No advance was made this
day. Lieutenant
McDougall now came up and took command of the left flank,
which was very much exposed to enfilade fire from enemy
machine guns. Lieutenant Taylor commanded the middle
sector and Lieutenant Miller of the 307th the right
flank. All through the 15th the position was heavily
shelled, "and no man could move from that
straight-jacket trench. We had no shovels so could not
dig deeper." Late in the afternoon an Italian
officer arrived to look over the position preparatory to
bringing relief that night. Lieutenant Taylor was ordered
back to Battalion Headquarters to make the relief. A
little later just after dark the Germans made a carefully
planned counter attack following an artillery barrage.
Although Lieutenant McDougall, armed with a chauchat
rifle, checked the attack for a time on the left and
killed the German Commander, nevertheless the Americans
were forced out of the trenches. Lieutenant Miller of the
307th Infantry was killed in this attack, although his
body was never found. Finally the position was 'again
retaken by the Americans who rallied under Sergeant
Norwat, drove out the Germans for the last time, and took
the machine guns which they left. At Vezilly men got their long delayed opportunity for cleaning up by washing in the streams. Now, too, there was a chance to eat without the accompaniment of shell fire, and to draw much needed equipment. Again at 8 o'clock that evening, the Battalion started in the rain by motor busses to reach Noirlieu at 10 on the morning of the 18th. Here the troops were billeted, and spent the next day cleaning up and resting. At 2 A.M., on the 20th, began a march of twenty-two kilos, which ended near Verrieres, where they bivouacked all day in the Argonne woods. At evening, another march-but only of three hours this time-brought them at 10:30 to Florent. By generally
similar routes of travel-that of the 2nd Battalion
leading through Chalons, Bar-le-Duc, Chemin-Ordinare, and
St. Menehould-the other battalions reached Florent. It
was from this city that after two days, the whole
Regiment went forward to the front line, of the Argonne. |