Wilmette Life (Wilmette, Illinois), 11 Nov 1937, p. 34

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cient units of wam which ever foughÏ unider any glag. 1 sincerely believe it. An old New York egimhent with faîne and a record dating back through -the r, whole Civil wam ýconflagration was every inch a well ounded out ma- chine ready to do destruction. TIhat's what was wanted, wasn't it? So the Finnegans, the Ryans. Connolys and, McGeat hs were equipped and on their way to carry on the sterling traditions, of the past. Go«. With Sim<ucTroope You know the bad thing about a reputation is that yot! have to, live up to it. So in the light of our history, expemience and training, we were to be shock troops. We were to lead the way--take the jolt-make the oh- jectives-and then turn over tht, on- we were to "give it" and a~fter St. Mihel woulcl corne-the Argonne and then ini. Ail would be over-the war, tô end wars would be won and the world would be safe for democracy. That's what tliey told us kids. D.aibes Action You have heard me describe that story, but God knows it is. Worth telling over and over again. WVould that 1 had the power to portray it as il actually happened. In the firstý immeiateiyo our leit. They're 1catchi g ell from the German ar- tillery which is laying do-wn a 1n ice box barrage and %the Boche machine gunners (damn them) are hélping, immeasurably to cover the infantry retreat. Now we are rigbt in it. Thompson and 1 landed, in a shell hole together. Gosh,, are we trying to squeeze ourselves up into nothing! The rain has stopped, but that déluge o.f bursting shrapnel is terrible and the ground just shakes. This' fellowv T 'hompson is a replacement-,good fellow as far as 1 have been able to çget to lcnow. him.. He got a bullet, I think from a sniper, right between the eyes just shortly before the Arm- istice which took effect at the eleventh boum on the eleventh day of théeieev- prionr ini one nauarrHe got theni right in this town. Dave, Father.Car- penter (the, éther 'piest) and ni-sel.f were moving down through. the miaiin street when a little French. urchin ac-, costed me and said that there was ai wounded German Iyiniz in her ho11"s* .ý. The poor littie k id-what they had to bear., I slipped ini the door right off the road, and there he was, groanîng. He qÀaî done for. wîth, a bullet op close range right through the ston- ach and out the back. I ripped bis clothîng open and.,put a "fimst aid" on him, -but. it ivas reaIly wasted.' :I'd seen dying men.before and knew it would pot, be long before, he'd be cashing in bis checks. Dag Se. Boche Mben I c5aught up with the colil- ug ti oic! facfe' eit was preceded by one of the t 'termific concentrated barrages :atiqu4 as ana iurn them over.' that's how Dave got credit for ring seven German prison crs.. vas a peach of a kid, and he liad it takes. ie to form, with our objective 1, we were promptlv relieved 1w.' ent the fi

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