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He didn't have hysterics, this doughty Man in Blue
When he learned that in the trenches there was nothing else to do.
He didn't take to ruin and drink (the one I saw at least)
And he hadn't started crabbing on how soon he'd be released.

He wasn't loud or noisy and he didn't boast and taunt
And he didn't claim the credit for the Victory, or vaunt.
He didn't act as one who had been waiting for THE DAY
When upon a given signal he would throw his gun away.

He didn't lose his dignity, his modesty and poise
In a burst of wild exuberance of ribaldry and noise,
Defeating the predictions of those who knew his race
He didn't of his country make a sort of madhouse place.

But when the word a tortured world had waited for through years
Was scattered to the four winds to a world of waiting cars,
After all those years of fighting, he just turned and with an air
Of great relief, commented, "C'est fini, donc la guerre ".

American Mission.





Arthur J. Brickley, S. S. U. 644, died December 9, 1918 after a five weeks illness with grippe. Brickley joined the American Field Service in June, 1917 and was a member of S. S. U. 70, until the time of his enlistment August 31st when he was transferred to S. S. U. 32, now 644. He was 24 years of age, a Harvard graduate and his home was in Charlestown, Massachusetts.

Discours Prononcé sur la tombe du conducteur Brickley, par M. le Médecin-Major de 1re classe Michel, médecin Divisionnaire p. i. de la 37e Division d'Infanterie, en présence du Général Commandant la Division, des Officiers de la Division, et de la S. S. U. 644.

Mon Général, Messieurs,

Je ne veux pas laisser se fermer cette tombe si prématurément ouverte sans venir porter, au nom du Service de Santé de la 37e Division, un pieux témoignage de sympathie et de remerciement à celui, dont le corps repose là devant nous, au conducteur Brickley de la Section Sanitaire Américaine 644.

Nous avons tous connu et aimé ce jeune Conducteur qui avant même la déclaration de la Guerre des Etats-Unis à l'Allemagne, abandonnant volontairement ce qui lui était le plus cher, famille, richesses, situation, patrie, était venu spontanément offrir son cœur, ses jours, sa vie à la France en péril.

Nous avons apprécié son dévouement parfait, son amabilité charmante dès son arrivée dans le Secteur pénible de Bezonvaux, au Poste de Secours d'Alsace, où le dévouement des Conducteurs de la Section Américaine fut unanimement remarqué et publiquement reconnu par une belle citation à l'Ordre de la Division; puis dans le Secteur de Vacherauville, pendant les attaques de la Cote 344, --- en Lorraine, dans la Somme, --- enfin pendant les attaques et la poursuite de l'ennemi, du 8 août au 11 novembre, date de la signature de l'Armistice.

Partout le Conducteur Brickley s'est signalé par son zèle, son dévouement, son excellente humeur, son sentiment très élevé du devoir. Il a été dès longtemps proposé pour une Citation très élogieuse et la Croix de Guerre française ne devait pas tarder à lui être décernée.

Il n'a quitté le service que terrassé par la maladie qui devait le ravir à l'estime de ses chefs, à l'amitié de ses camarades, à l'affection de sa famille.

Puisse l'hommage public que nous lui rendons, apporter quelque atténuation à la douleur de ses parents!

Qu'il repose en paix en ce coin de terre française que la Division même à laquelle il était attaché, a reconquis à l'ennemi, pendant que son âme de pieux Chrétien goûte les joies de l'éternelle récompense !

Au nom du Service de Santé de la Division que vous avez si noblement servi, Conducteur Brickley, adieu!

Au Château-d'Estay-Appilly, Oise, France,
le 11 décembre 1918.



Danforth Brook Ferguson died, of pneumonia at the front on October 20th. Ferguson served with the American Field Service in 1915 in Section 2. At the time of his death he was a private in Battery A, 42nd. Artillery, C. A, C. He was 24 years of age, and his home was in Brooklyn, New-York.



The World War is over,
There's the tramp of tired feet.
As the troops come a-marching,
Down the crowded street.

The City's full of gladness,
The bells are pealing gay.
From the house-tops flags are flying,
As when they went away.

The crowds are hoarse from cheering,
And they line along the streets.
While the troops come on a-marching,
Hear, the tread of many feet.

And then there came a shadow,
Sudden, dark and drear.
The bells stopped their pealing,
The crowds ceased to cheer.

There came a voice from Heaven,
It cried in anguished pain.
And we saw a second column,
The Dead, come back again .....

"Tear down your joyful colors,
And hang up sable black
The sky grew darker, darker,
For the Dead were coming back.

They were coming, onward coming,
Ghastly, sad and slow
They were coming, onward coming,
With haunting eyes of woe.

They came with sunken faces,
All crimson wrecks of pride,
And their wounds showed forth in places,
That their Khaki couldn't hide.

They came now, in thousands,
Their faces all a-gleam.
We closed our eyes in horror,
God ! 'twas but a dream.

A thousand flags are flying,
A thousand bells ring.
A thousand voices crying
A thousand hearts sing.

When we cheer our troops returning,
And our flags are all unfurled.
Don't forget the ones behind them,
Dwelling in another world.

They the ones who paid the blood price,
Long and heavy is their score
And they fought and died to save us,
And their Country. . . .Nothing more.

A. S. T.
Adapted from,
R. W. S. 1918



Reserve Mallet in which many Americans of the old American Field Service did their bit last fall a year ago on the Chemin des Dames is now only a name.

Commandant Mallet its leader, has left the reserve and gone to India on a mission for the French government, and while the organization will still bear his name, to many of those in it who knew Major Mallet it will hardly be the same Reserve Mallet, with the Major gone.

The announcement that Major Mallet was to leave was made somewhat unexpectedly Nov. 28. Officers of the Reserve gave a farewell dinner to him in Sedan on that date and presented him with a silver loving cup as a testimonial of their appreciation of his leadership during the severity and hardship which they and all the Reserve have known since last March.

Major Mallet sailed from Marseilles December 2. Capt. Langlois of the French army is now in command of the Reserve and be will be relieved shortly by Captain Pavillon.

D. D. / R. M.
Déc. 5, '18



On yonder plains, what are those forms
That loom so dark and high?
They are the mighty towers of Rheims
That crowd against the dusky sky.

In the summer of 1917, when serving as a volunteer ambulancier in the French Army I was for a time in the little village of Boulogne, some six kilometers from the renowned city of Rheims. In spite of the fact that the city was constantly under bombardment, I was determined to visit the crowning place of the French kings. One warm August afternoon I set forth and after a long walk over one of the great military roads dating back to the time of Caesar, I came suddenly upon the plain and saw before me the great towers of the cathedral.

The peaceful Vesle flows near the city and all about the buttressed towers of the old cathedral were battered walls. They were the former homes of men, but now lie shell-torn and in ruins. How changed the times, how savage the age in which we live, when contrasted with the accomplishments of the centuries past when men unfamiliar with modern scientific psychology and invention of slaughter spent their lives constructing massive monuments to God, their Maker and Guide. Oh that these times that trouble men's minds and souls may pass away and the spirit of peace again return upon earth.

I paused in my meditation and looked back into other times, when Rheims first fell under Royal favor. On Christmas Day 496 Clovis the powerful progenitor of the French line of kings and ruler of all Gaul, came under the all-conquering force and sway of Roman Christianity, and in his enthusiasm was baptized with great pomp and ceremony by St. Renigius, Bishop of Rheims, in an ancient cathedral, upon the ruins of which the present structure stands. The very oil used in this historic baptism was believed by the early Francs to have been brought from Heaven by a dove.

Favor after favor was bestowed upon this ancient center of Roman civilization in France. Its wealth was renowned throughout all Europe in the course of the middle ages. In the 12th century the French kings chose this city and its great cathedral as the place for their crowning ; we know that from then to the days of the great Napoleon practically the entire line of French kings were crowned here and frequently were anointed by the Pope himself.

We entered through the Cardinal's garden; close to the palace now a heap of ruins, but in former days the rendezvous of kings and mighty dynastics of church and state. The yard was piled high with battered rock and fallen masonry, all of which had been carefully saved for the restoration of the great cathedral when the trouble of war has passed away. What curiosity and awe Clovis would have experienced could he have seen us with our steel French helmets on, and our gas masks slung across our shoulders accompanied by French officers and a loquacious guide wandering about among the ruined naves and transepts. As we passed noiselessly from cloister to cloister, I gazed at the shattered beauty about me. Again I saw in panoramic vision those powerful and stirring events that had taken place on this very spot, the sack of the city in 406 by the Vandals and the Huns, the baptism of Clovis, the great coronations, the attack on this great town in 1360, the English taking possession after the Treaty of Troyes in 1420, only later to be expelled by Jean of Arc and used as the crowning place of Charles VII, her king.

In my musings I thought I heard the great organ, now mute and shell-torn, burst forth into a great triumphal march as the King and his brilliant retinue entered and proceeded to the altar of Alabaster and gold. The standard of France, which like the Maid of Orleans bore aloft as she led the great throngs, still stands in its simple splendor among the ruins. The spot where she knelt to have the victor's crown of laurels placed upon her head by the very hands of Charles himself is now covered by fallen éclats and masonry.

Great numbers of the paintings of former days have been removed, a few however, shell-torn and battered still remain. The façade above the portals was pierced by three large windows with magnificent rose colored glass. In the center was the great rose window more than forty feet in diameter constructed of red and blue glass of the most delicate shades. We were told the art of this glass making had long since past with the artists and workmen who developed it.

The mallet and chisel were surely diligently and lavishly employed. On the left was the figure of Christ guised as a humble pilgrim while on the right hand was the holy virgin. Higher near the apex extending across the facade were 400 odd figures representing the baptism of Clovis while on either side were lifesize figures of the kings of France.

Chroniclers relate that in the early days of the revolution when the entire population went mad and pillage and sack were everyday occurrences the sacred vessels were shattered, but fragments have again been pieced together and restored.

The interior is far more simple than the ornate exterior; the gothic framework of the portals is richly embellished with many niches and statues. Ancient tapestries adorn the walls while in the northern transept is a clock with mechanical figures dating well back into the 16th century. Beneath us, we were told, were the ancient vaults of the church which contained some most costly reliquaries, church plate, a chalice and monstrances of the 12th and 14th centuries, with many of the ancient vessels that had been used in the coronations of the French kings.

Once more in the square before the great cathedral I stood and looked upon its majestic façade, its magnificent towers, standing there in a deathlike stillness which was only broken by the occasional shriek of a German shell from across the lines and which burst. with a crash upon some innocent landmark on the other side of the city. Our French guide told us that this time it was not the cathedral of Rheims which was being shelled but the old basilica of Notre Dame.

There before me was the superb western façade perhaps the most beautiful structure created in the middle ages adorned with three exquisite recessed portals, covered with a myriad of statues, many of which had suffered from the ravages of time even before the great missiles of Kultur had splintered them. In the tymphanium of the carved portals are crowded many masterpieces of early Gothic architecture representing the last judgment with Christ in the act of benediction, while the vaulting arches and gables above are elaborately and profusely adorned with carvings and figures, the patient work of loving hands now long since dust.

The massive buttressed towers seem to hold up the heavens, as Atlas, that ancient god was thought in days of yore to hold the very heavens on his shoulders. The fretted work, the rose window, now cracked and broken, but bespeaks the power and beauty that must have existed in the cultured minds of the early architects of the middle ages. The great towers though badly splintered still remind one of the ancient glory of the place. Colossal figures of saints perfect in symmetry and harmonic accord with the great structure are clustered all about the towers.

Already one learns that plans are under way to restore this ancient shrine unequaled architecturely in Europe and to its doors future generations, when on pilgrimage or travel in France, will always turn their foot-steps to the central plains beside the river Vesle to visit this shrine.

RUSSELL DAVEY GREENE. (Formerly S. S. U. 68).



Out of the Deep, Out of the Deep
Come those who mourn,
And those who weep,
For those now clasped
In Death's long sleep.
Out of the Deep, Out of the Deep

Out of the Deep, Out of the Deep
Come those who walk,
And those who creep,
Poisoned, scorched where
Hell's fire leap.
Out of the Deep, Out of the Deep

Out of the Deep, Out of the Deep
Come those who watch
Their life blood seep.
The seeds of vice, they
Didn't sow, they reap.
Out of the Deep, Out of the Deep.

A. S. T.



I've soldiered along with the Doughboys
Since I left the old home in Spokane
I've been where they always has snow, boys,
In Alaska, I've been on the Aisne.
I've travelled with Redlegs, you know boys,
And I've been in the Q. M. corps,
And I've scorched where the cactuses grow, boys,
Where they never was white men before.

I've palled round with all kinds of sinners
Some roughnecks --- a hard bunch of men
It wasn't no place for beginners,
It was kickin' and cussin' and then
A month in the guardhouse for fightin'
If you tried to clean up on a few.
There wasn't a dam thing to brighten
Such life 'xcept the fact it was new.

I've seen a recruit get a beatin'
By a big husky non-com or two,
With back turned while he was eatin'
They floored him --- What could he do?
And he had to stop all their jawbreakers,
Cause a pal couldn't help him a bit
For one of them dirty handshakers
Would help the non-com out of it.

So I soldiered a while in that outfit
But I didn't get on from the first.
I was hard as the rest, never doubt it,
I had to be hard as the worst
But the Almighty never intended
To fill up rounds holes with square pegs
So when my enlistment was ended
I quit 'em and joined the redlegs

But one bunch was just like another
And, gods, but them Redlegs was tough!
A brother would clip a blood brother,
They couldn't get fightin' enough.
With the doughboys I served in Alaska
With the redlegs near by San Antone
It was colder than Lake Athabasca
Up there and here dry as a bone.

So once more I shifted my hatcord
I passed up that outfit once more
I learned to drive one of these dam fords
So I changed to the M. T. C. corps
And now I'm all set, thank the good Lord
And I'll stick where I am to the end.
You can have all your medals and bright swords,
For me, its the last war, my friend.

Mallet Reserve.



Add three more names to the list of American Field Service men who have won the Croix de guerre.

First Lieutenants Frank O. Robinson and Leroy F. Krusi, and Sergeant William Frizzel, of the Mallet Reserve were awarded them in a decoration ceremony held in Sedan Saturday December 14. The presentation was made by Commandant Doumenc head of the Automobile Service of the French army. All three were in the old camion service at Jouaignes, and entered the American Army in October 1917, remaining in the Mallet Reserve. These citations make six croix guerre and one médaille militaire that American Field Service men in the camion service Reserve Mallet have won.



Après approbation du Général Commandant en Chef des forces expéditionnaires américaines en France, le Général Commandant en Chef des Armées françaises du Nord et du Nord-Est cite à l'ordre du Régiment les militaires américains dont les noms suivent:

Sous-lieutenant LE ROY F. KRUSI, Commandant la M. T. Compagnie 366

"Officier énergique. Dans la nuit du 2 au 3 juin 1918, au cours d'un déchargement de munitions dans un dépôt violemment bombardé par avions et partiellement en feu, a réussi, grâce aux dispositions et à son exemple personnel, à remplir complètement la mission qui lui était confiée et a ramené tout son matériel à l'arrière malgré les éclatements de bombes et les explosions des obus provoqués pas l'incendie."

Second Lieutenant Frank. B. ROBINSON, Commandant du Groupe américain dépendant de la Mission américaine :

"Officier plein d'entrain et de bravoure, qui s'est distingué en maintes circonstances par son initiative et son sang-froid. Le 28 mai 1918, son convoi ayant été attaqué de jour à très faible hauteur à la mitrailleuse par 7 avions ennemis, a réussi à le sauver, grâce aux habiles dispositions prises et en faisant exécuter un tir par ses conducteurs."

Sergent William FRIZZEL, Section Groupe T. M. 526.

"Sous-officier technicien d'une activité et d'un dévouement absolu. Le 28 Mai 1918, étant serre-file d'un convoi à proximité immédiate et en vue de l'ennemi, a dépanné un camion sous un feu intense de mitrailleuses, permettant à son chef d'accomplir sa mission sans aucune perte de matériel."

Au Grand Quartier Général, le 17 novembre 1918.

Le Général Commandant en Chef


Conducteur Clayton ELLIS, de la Section sanitaire américaine 640 :

"Conducteur américain animé d'un splendide courage, volontaire pour toutes les missions périlleuses. A donné un magnifique et constant exemple du dévouement le plus absolu, en particulier en Champagne, en juin-juillet 1917, à Reims, au cours des bombardements de mars et avril 1918 et enfin, au cours de la dernière offensive allemande. A été mortellement atteint par un éclat d'obus en allant chercher un blessé sous un violent bombardement, le 7 août 1918."

Au, Grand Quartier Général, le 4 novembre 1918.

Le Général Commandant en Chef,

Pvt. Clayton Ellis was in S. S.U. 640 (old 28) and was killed August 9, 1918 at Reims.


New-York, November 20th, '18.

Editor, American Field Service Bulletin,
21, rue Raynouard, Paris.

Dear Editor:

Permit me as one of the "lost, strayed or stolen" of old Section 18 (now, whatenell's-the-number) to felicitate you upon the good work you are doing to keep up the old spirit, and esprit de corps among the fellows of the American Field Service that was, and the greater, newer organization that is---or has been since the day Uncle Sam'l took the reins.

You ask for news of former Ambulanciers. In this connection if you are serious, I have a sad, sad tale to tell you. It may not be worth printing, but it is well worth recounting. We all like to get our troubles off our chest, and into sympathetic ears.

When Old Section Dees-Weet went en repos before the final French attack at Verdun in August 1917 your humble servant by dint of diligent beating of the tom-tom and a grandstand play on the piannissimo stops secured an honorable discharge from the A. F. S. (or so it would appear from the bit of scrip tendered me) to become the official chauffeur for Frederick W. Palmer, A. E. F., then Major in charge of censorship.. According to the evidence in the case, I was No. 76 to enlist at the old A. E. F. HQ. at 27 rue Constantine, as "Civilian Chauffeur", remuneration $100 per et cet. That was all very well. On this job I met that ace-of-aces, Eddie Rickenbacker, and dozens of other Sergeant Chauffeurs all piloting staff-cars for our rapidly arriving forces. Incidentally I piloted General Pelletier, and our own God-wonderful General Pershing on two all-too-brief occasions. But that is enough of my story. The sad and tremulo part comes now :

A few months of this work and I was shipped to Chaumont, and then given another honorable discharge, to return home and try for a commission. Did so "tout de suite. " Left a dusty trail across bally England, and arrived home in time for Christmas last. At once began operations with view to becoming General Pershing's chief understudy.

You may not know the trouble, toil and moil of breaking into the army (when you have two real dependents end therefore need a real commission) but I'd rather choose flivver-driving over the "shelliest-torn-roads" in France to this job. Seven trips to Swashington, seven thousand interviews, and seven hundred applications filled out and filed "somewhere in the seventy thousand files in the Capitol" and the Allied counter-drive saw me no nearer the Commish' than ever.

Then came the organization of a new branch of the Service---the Motor Transport Corps. The response to the appeal for officers in this branch must have led the Government to think that everybody in the army formerly drove ambulances in France and of course, as a result, deserved (?) a commission at once. Tennyrate, after a few more trips to a few more cities, my application was passed upon, accepted, and lo and behold, one fine day received a telegram, and various confirmations making me a full fledged lieutenant M. T. C. Maintenance Division.


That was just 21 hours, three minutes and five seconds before the much-celebrated signing-of-the-armistice-rumor.

What-to-do? To go to Swashington and hold down a fine young (and expensive) swivel-chair job, or to go to Russia and locate Bolshivist-parts of shell-shocked motor cars? That was the question. The answer was that I declined the nomination --- with thanks.

So far as I know, as I write this, commissions were presented a lot of us (I wasn't the only one to get his papers the day peace was declared) as a sort of "sop to Cerebus" whatever that is. But the evidence does look nice framed on the mantelpiece behind the clock.

Since returning I've learned of the death of our own Chef, Paul Kurtz, and of the passing of Leach and of Gordon Stewart, than whom there were no finer. I've learned how Wright and others of the Section became German prisoners. I hope they're safe home ere this. I've heard that Chapman, former Section 18 man is ill with tuberculosis here in New York, that Brown is out west somewhere and Gavit is in Chicago, while Boyd, later sous-chef of No. 18 is flapping his aeroplane wings somewhere in Texas, or is it Ohio?

If it's any interest to you to know it, I've written a series of stories about No. 18 that appeared, and are appearing in Farm and Fireside (don't laugh). Also have written some stuff for the Packard Magazine, Timken Magazine, Century and other publications. But I still claim the distinction of being the only A. F. S. driver who returned without writing a book. Selah.

And now, if yon will accept the enclosed "scrap o' paper to cover the cost of the Bulletin, for as long as this will defray its mailings, I will appreciate looking at the post-war issues as they appear. More checks if necessary to keep the good work going.

"Peace on Earth-Good will to men---and Long Live the American Field Service."

C'est fini (or words to that effect).

Roi Bronson WOOLLEY,
Conducteur S.S.U. 18 (as was).


Base Hospital 76, Vichy.
December 14, 1918.

American Field Service Headquarters,
21, rue Raynouard, Paris.

Dear Sirs :

At last I have been repatriated to France, after a six month captivity in Germany. I want to thank you exceedingly for the three parcels I received from you during the time I was a prisoner. Both the food and the tobacco were more than acceptable, and I can not express my appreciation sufficiently.

Wm. Jenks WRIGHT.



In reference to the prize of fifty francs offered in Bulletin No. 74, December 7th, for the best poem or article descriptive of the last day of the Great War, the time limit has been extended.

The time required for the Bulletin notice to reach its circle of contributors and for articles to be delivered in response made it impossible to get all the many experiences that we are sure can be related. This "Armistice" number should be one of the best we have had.



Edward H. De Neveu who joined the American Field Service in July 1916, serving at Salonique with S.S.U. 3 until the section was disbanded and who since that time has been acting as interpreter at American Headquarters, has received his discharge.


Edwin B. Ackerman (S.S.U. 32), Robert L. Stinson (T.M.U. 133) and Malcolm Graeme Olson (T.M.U. 184), who later served with the American Red Cross in Italy, have recently returned to the United States via England.


Paul Tison, T.M.U. 526, later in Civilian Aviation, sailed on December 23rd for the United States. Robert Alexander Cunningham (S.S.U. 66) and Harry L. Williams (S.S.U. 26) later serving with the American Red Cross in Italy, sailed at the same time.


Lawrence C. Ames (S.S.U. 68) 2nd Lieut, Air Service ; B. H. Tracy (S.S.U. 8 and 3) 1st Lieut. Air Service; F. J. Dussosoit (T.M.U. 526) U. S. Aviation, and Philip T. Sprague (S.S.U. 8) 2nd Lieut. Chemical Warfare Service have received instructions to return to the U. S. A.


In response to many inquiries the Bulletin states on official information received from the French Ministry that there is no authorised volunteer ribbon for service in or with the French Army.


Edward Lyman Bill, formerly S.S.U. 4, now Eleve Aspirant with the French Army was with the first allied troops that crossed the line into Alsace.



Laurence Ames (S.S.U. 68) West Newton, Mass. ; E. G. Brown (S.S.U. 4) U. S. N. H. ; Frank E. Barton. (T.M.U. 397) Reserve Mallet, M. T. D. ; William M. Barber (S.S.U. 3) Aspirant, French Artillery ; G. Hinman Barrett (S.S.U. 32) 1st Lieut. U.S.A.A.S..; Leonard L. Bleeker (S.S.U. 33) U. S. A. A: S. ; Donald F. Bigelow (T.M.U. 133) 1st Lieut. C. A. C. William F. Anderson (S.S.U. 8) Detached Service A. R. C. ; W. D. Champlin (T.M.U. 133) Motor Transport School No. 1 ; Henry N. Cooper, Jr. (S.S.U. 65) 2nd Lt. F. A. ; Paul F. Cadman (S.S.U. 8, and T.M.U. 133) Capt. F. A., 2nd Army; John H. Chipman (T.M.U. 184) Aspirant, 25e 232e R. A. C.; Philip S. Davis (T.M.U. 184) 2nd Lieut. Q. M. C. ; Edward H. De Neveu (S.S.U. 3). F. J. Dussosoit (T.M.U. 526) U S. Aviation; Nathan A. Farwell (S.S.U. 15) U. S. A. A. S.; Walter J. Gores (S.S.U. 18) 1st Lieut. U. S. A. A. S.; James W. Harle (S.S.U. 10) Sgt. U. S. A. A. S. ; Raymond H. Fussell (T.M.U. 397) Aspirant, French Artillery, Thomas H. Havey, Jr. (T. M. U. 184) 2nd Lieut. A. S. ; John F. Howe (T.M.U. 133) Aspirant, French Artillery ; Raymond T. Hanks (T.M.U. 133) Eleve Aspirant; Ira M. Kaufman (T.M.U. 397) Reserve Mallet; Horton P. Kennedy (T.M.U. 526) 1st Lieut. Motor Transport School No. 1, Joseph S. Moss (T.M.U. 133) Reserve Mallet; W. C. Neville-Thompson (T.M.U. 133) Reserve Mallet, M. T. D.; F. D. Ogilvie (S.S.U. 2, British Red Cross ; E. R. Purves (S.S.A. 4) U. S. A. A. S. ; Gerard W. Pohlman (S.S.U. 8) U. S. A. A. S. ; William G. Rice (S.S.U. .65) 1st Lieut. U. S. A. A. S. ; Powell Robinson (S.S.U. 15) U. S. A. A. S. ; D. M. Smith (T.M.U. 397) Eleve Aspirant; J. A. Smith, Jr. (S.S.U. 33) Sgt. U. S. A. A. S.; C. N. Shaffer (T.M.U. 397) 1st Lieut. Reserve Mallet, M. T. D. ; John M. Swasey (S.S.U. 71) U. S. A. A. S. ; R. G. Spencer (S.S.U. 13) U. S. A. A. S. ; Alec. G. Standing (S.S.U. 32) U. S. A. A. S. ; Leon F. Singer (T.M.U. 397) Reserve Mallet ; Robert J. McClintock (T.M.U. 133) 2nd Lieut. M. T. C.; Robert Whitney (S.S.U. 68) 1st Lieut. A. S. ; Harry L. Williams (S.S.U. 26); Harry J. Williams (S.S.U. 19) U. S. A. A. S. ; Kenneth A. Wood (S.S.U. 68) U. S. A. A. S.




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Over the crumbled bas-reliefs,
Exquisite stories of saintly griefs,
Grandeur wrecked beyond belief
Drips the rain.

Through the shattered windows sweep
The rain gusts ; in the twilight deep
The tall, majestic towers sleep,
Defiant still.

But, out of the low hung graying skies
Rain drops fall in the Virgin's eyes
And she weeps anew with the gust that sighs,
God's tears.

Reserve Mallet.




Gilbert Robertson Glorieux of Springfield, N. J., died of pneumonia at Camp Zachary Taylor, Louisville, Kentucky, October 13th, after a week's illness. In May, 1917, Glorieux volunteered, as a member of the Princeton Unit of the American Field Service. He served for six months in Section 9, returning to America in November 1917. After an illness of four months he volunteered as a private in the Field Artillery, and later passed examinations as a candidate for the Field Artillery. Central Officers' Training School at Camp Taylor. At the time of his death he had almost completed his training.



Lieutenant Tingle W. Culbertson of Pittsburgh, Co. H., 318th Infantry A. E. F., has been missing since October 5th, when he went into action. Lieutenant Culbertson came to France in 1916 to serve with the American Field Service. He was on board the "Sussex" when she was torpedoed by the Germans in the English Channel in April of that year. He served with Section from March 11, 1916 to November 16, 1916, when he returned to the States. When the United States entered the war he enlisted in the Infantry and trained at Fort Niagara, where he was commissioned. He was on duty at Camp Lee, Va., and left last May for service with the American Expeditionary Forces.



Report has just reached the Field Service Headquarters of the death of John Howell Westcott, Jr., on September 29, in France. Westcott served as a volunteer in Section 9 of the old Field Service from November 1916 until May 1917. Upon his return to the United States he enlisted in the 107th infantry with which he was serving at the time of his death, which occurred in the fighting near Cambrai.



Before a little mound of earth
That stood beside the Meuse's banks
A slender form in mourning stood
Her tears were mute with grief and thanks.

Above the grave a wooden cross
And blue couronne whose letters spell
His name and rank and regiment
Make holy ground, the place he fell.

In Death's grim visage he had smiled
And, undismayed, he gladly gave
His blood to make forever France
This province where he found a grave.

And as she looks, this mourning form,
And sees the fields and village there
Once more her own dear land, she feels
The breath of Freedom in the air.

But, ah, the gratitude she pays
His heroism mingled is
With silent tears, and so she lays
Fresh flowers on this grave of his.

Reserve Mallet



They're men that knew few honors,
Few medals adorn their chest.
They drove and endured a plenty,
To France they gave their best,
Driving by day and in inky night
Thru dust and mud with never a light.
Not many knew this courageous band,
But the eve of battles saw their hand
Supplying the Line with men and tanks;
Food and munitions for Poilus and Yanks.
Active they were on the Somme and the Aisne,
The Oise, the Marne and in Champagne.
With little of sleep and plenty of work,
They labored bravely with never a shirk.
Complaining seldom, repose none at all,
They accomplished their part toward Germany's fall.
So a health to those brave young camioneers,
Who were always cheerful without any cheers.
A tribute to those who went out "West"
(It is known they lost of their very best).
A health to that Camion' Caravan,
Where each conducteur proved a man.
A health and a cheer as they go their way,
Those camioneers of the Reserve Mallet.




So long as you continue to publish the Bulletin I wish you would continue to send me copies. It is one way --- in fact the only way to keep in touch with the old service. Please note that my address is 3rd Aviation Center. I transferred to Aviation some months ago and am finishing up my training here.

Lieut. John H. HYNES, Inf.
(Formerly S. S. U. .8).


To the Editor of the Bulletin:

As I understand that some of your readers have been suffering in the same way I have been suffering, I take pleasure in sending the account of a recent experience, which has brought me great satisfaction, and by which they also may profit, if they so desire.

I was recently ordered home, so I went to my tailor to get a new uniform for use on the other side, and incidentally confessed to him the cause of my embarrassment. I told him that I did not want to go home without getting some war decorations.

As I told him my story I saw his face light up. I had hardly finished before he drew me into his office and opened a drawer. I looked in, and there I saw ribbons of every color and even as I looked he picked up a handful and without ceremony pinned them on my breast. He then placed a looking glass before me and I beheld two rows of ribbons, each one of which seemed to mean some great deed of valour or a campaign fought in a far distant country.

I turned sadly to the tailor and said : "But here is the trouble, I haven't ever earned one of these and that's why I don't want to go home".

He faced me again towards the glass and pointing to the ribbons said : "These ribbons are made for men who have done just what you have done and they are having a big sale. This ribbon here is for having crossed the ocean during the war ; one next to it, the color of champagne, is for the battle of Paris; the black one is the anti-taxi-cab-drivers' association; the many colored striped one is for having successfully avoided enlistment in any army for the duration of the war."

"Why, I am entitled to all these" ! I shouted. Then I saw that there was still one in his hand, a gorgeous specimen of yellow and green. "And that one", I cried.

He answered very solemnly as he pinned it on me : "That is the haberdasher's medal for having saved France".

How proud I was --- but the tailor as not yet through. He deftly sewed bright stripes on my arm, mumbling slowly --- " 1914--- for having read the communiqué; --- 1915 --- for having expressed open sympathy for the allies ; - 1916 --- for having subscribed to the Y. M. C. A. ;1917 --- for having bought a uniform; ---1918 --- for having toured France and Northern Italy".

Then I dared ask the question which had been puzzling me for some time : "Who authorizes me to wear these"?

Why, the Tailors and Haberdashers Association of course, 100 francs for the set ", he replied, and added : "Do you want to have the order rescinded for your going home ?"

"No, certainly not", I answered "My work is done, my aims accomplished, and I can't get home too soon."

And now if any of your readers would like the address of my tailor I shall be glad to send it under discreet cover.

G. A.



The Field Service Headquarters would be very grateful if all former members who are returning to America would notify, 21, rue Raynouard at the same time giving their permanent home address.


The Reverend and Mrs. Frank Burrows Reazor announce the marriage of their daughter Gertrude Harris to The Reverend George St. John Rathbun (S.S.U. 17) on Saturday, the second of November one thousand nine hundred and eighteen in Saint Mark's Church West Orange, New Jersey.


Peter L. Kent (Hdqts.) was commissioned 2nd. Lieut. Engineers on October 23rd. He had served previously in the Infantry.

Charles R. Codman (S.S.U. 3) 1st. Lieut. Aviation and for several months a prisoner in Germany has returned to America.

In March 1918, Sgt. Alfred P. Crease, Pvts. Beecher H. Fonda, Samuel A. Clark, William E. Phelps and Robert W. Scott of old Section 27 were transferred to the Light Tank Corps. Of these Crease, Scott and Phelps were wounded in action.

Louis J. Baumner of old Section 27 has been transferred to the Intelligence Department and promoted to the grade of Sergeant.

Walter H. Granata (Section 27) who was transferred to the U. S. A. A. S. with the Italian Army is now a Sergeant.

John H. Woolverton (old Section 27) after completing a course in the Saumur Artillery School has been returned to his ambulance Section No. 639, as no commissions were given out to that class.

Joseph B. Mellen (S.S.U. 3) 1st. Lieut. Aviation, who was a prisoner in Germany, has returned to France and is waiting for orders to return to America.

Jefferson B. Fletcher (S. S. U. 4 and 29) 1st. Lieut. U. S. A. A. S. has returned to America.

Julian Allen (S.S.U. 4 and 29) has been commissioned Lieut. Coldstream Guards, English Army.

Charles C. Jatho (S.S.U. 19) has just sent a card from Vichy to Lieut. MacPherson, commanding the Section which is now 637. Jatho was one of the men captured by the Germans at Cuvilly on June 9, 1918. He evidently expects to be sent to America in the near future.

E. B. Christian (S.S.U. 26) 2nd. Lieut. U. S. Air Service lost his leg about October 10th, in day bombing near Verdun.


        J. W. C.

It seems to me
Is mighty hard to please,
Although in pain
We wrack our brain
We only seem to tease.

We sling the ink
And try to think
Of something J. would smile at,
But he don't care,
He tears his hair
And holds it up to rile at.

He gives us hell,
But we can't tell
Just how he means his sermons
He harps on us,
Then makes a fuss
About those brutes, the Germans.

How he does hate!
An awful fate
Would sure have been the boches
If ever J.
Had had his way,
Had been a Chief like Foch is.

And even now
We wonder how
He lives and feels so blue.
We contemplate
He'd be a great
Old pal of Everett True.

Have patience, J.
Perhaps some day
If you keep on subscribing,
There might be in
The Bulletin
Some stuff like you're prescribing.




This Christmas Eve at Rue Raynouard was the last one for the Field Service. When freedom from Army regulations has become a reality instead of a faint, far hope, the lure of Paris will perhaps assert itself for those who have either the excuse of business, or who can afford the luxury of living where and how they like, and the end of 1919, will doubtless find some of us still in France. But for all of us, this house will be only a memory. Among the thousands who have come here and gone between 1915 and 1918, recollections of "21" will inevitably he varied. To some of those who only passed through the gates early in the summer of 1917, Bedlam may seem too homely a comparison. Whatever those weeks lacked of peace and comfort, however, their sum of practical achievement has more than made up.

Before and since that period of pressure following the American declaration of war, the rooms and parc at Passy have given their share of comfort and contentment, especially during these past few months when the lightening of restrictions on minor luxuries has made life more alluring at headquarters. In spite of the barrier of "leaves" and passes about a hundred men a day now manage to put in an appearance at lunch or dinner, and on Christmas Eve there were more than two hundred to divide the five hundred presents from the Tree. Another year may find many a man happier at home but with a longing for these days, which may have seemed intolerable, but are perhaps more worth while than any others we shall ever know.

Among those present were noted.

Edwin B. Ackerman (S.S..U. 32) ; William F. Anderson (S.S.U. 8); Paul Abbott (T.M.U. i133) ; John R. Abbot (S.S.U. 2) ; Capt. Wm. J. Bingham (S.S.U. 30 et 2); F. E. Barton (T.M.U. 397); Alan Brown (T. M. U. 397); T. M. Brunson (T. M. U. 184); Norman S. Buck (T. M. U. 133); J. Boyer (Hdqs.); John H. Boyd (Hdqs.); Charles A. Blackwell (S. S. U. 64); Edward C. Beall (T. M .U. 133); R. Randolph Ball (S.S. U. 69) ; Charles D. Bowers (T.M.U. 184) ; Robert L. Buell (S.S.U. 15) William L. Cahill (T.M.U. 184) ; John Hale Chipman (T.M.U. 184) Sidney A. Cook (S.S.U. 2); Benjamin Carpenter Jr. (T.M.U. 133) J. Albert Clark (S.S.U. 15) ; Walter L. Clark Jr. (S.S.U. 12) ; Frank T. Caldwell (S.S.U. 66) ; P. L. Cartier (Hdqs) ; Roger A. Burrell (S.S.U. 14) ; Harold R. Day (S.S.U. 69) ; George W. De Forest (S.S.U. 16) ; Florimond J. Dusussoit (T.M.U. 526) ; George Dock Jr. (S.S.U. 2); Philip S. Davis (T.M.U. 184); Edward J. M. Diemer (S.S.U. 2); . E. Dalrymple (T.M.U. 526) ; Henry Davidson (Hdqs.); B. P. Eldred Jr. (S.S.U. 66) ; Angus M. Frantz (S.S.U. 18); 1st. Lieut. U. S. A. A. S. ; C. O. Frisbie Jr. A. R. C. Italy; Parker K. EIlis. (S.S.U. 9); Eleve Aspirant; Robert G. Eoff (S.S.U. 18); French Aviation; Edwin B. Fairchild (T.M.U. 526) ; Raymond H. Fussell (T.M.U. 397) ; Aspirant French Artillery ; George R. Fearing, 3rd. (S.S.U. 29) ; U. S. A. A. S. ; Raymond W. Gauger (S.S.U. 65) U. S. A. A. S. ; Albert A. Gildersleeve (S.S.U. 19) U. S. A. A. S.; Carroll W. Gates (S.S.U. 13) U. S. A. S. Italy; R. D. Greene (S.S.U. 68) ;Sgt. U. S. A. S. ; Richard E. Goss (S.S.U. 70) ; U. S. A. A. S.; Royal Greason (S.S.U. 628) ; Charles H. Grant (T.M.U. 133) 2nd. Lieut. Air Service ; Joseph R. Greenwood (S.S.U. 8) Capt U. S. A. A. S. ; Edward Mack Gildea (T.M.U. 133) Aspirant French Artillery ; Maurice L. Hanavan (T.M.U. 397) 2nd. Lieut. M. T. C. ; John F. Howe (T.M.U. 133) Aspirant French Artillery; Henry L. Houghton (S. S. U. 2); U. S. A. A. S.; J. D. Hutchinson (S. S. U. 30) U. S. A. A. S.; Andrew K. Henry (T.M.U. 397) Am. Record Office; James W. Harle Jr. (S.S.U. 10) Sgt. U. S. A. A. S. ; Robert Hyman (T.M.U. 242) Eleve Aspirant ; David L. Garratt (S.S.U. 66) Aspirant French Artillery ; Edward D. Kendall (S.S.U. 2) U. S. A. A. S. Andrew Jack (S.S.U. 16) U. S. A. A. S.; Edward W. Kane (S.S.U. 28) U. S. A. A. S. ; Peter Lorillard Kent (Hdqts.) 2nd. Lieut. Engineers; L. V. Howett (S.S.U. 2) U. S. A. A. S.; Lawrence Hedges (S.S.U: 2) U. S. A. A. S. ; John F. Herdic (S.S.U. 68) U. S. A. A. S.; H. W. Hailey (T.M.U. 537) U. S. Air Service; R. T. Hanks (T.M.U. 133) Elève Aspirant; F. Arthur Howland (S S. U. 66); U. S. A. A. S.; Edgar J. Hearle Jr (S. S. U. 42) U. S. A. A. S.; John B. Logie (T. M. U. 526) U. S. A. A. S.; D. S. Landon (S. S. U. 70); Travis P. Lane (T. M. U. 133) Aspirant French Artillery; Prank K. Laflamme (S.S.U. 13) U. S. A. A. S. ; Verner McClelland (S.S.U. 68) U. S. A. A. S. ; F. Maury Jones (T. M. U. 397) A. R. C. Italy; Lawrence J. Moran (S.S.U. 32) U. S. A. A. S.; Anthony H. Manley (T.M.U. 526) U. S. A. S. ; Hugh W. MacNair (S.S.U. 65) U. S. A. A. S. ; William V Macdonald (Hdqs.) ; Arthur Meyer (S.S.U. 14) ; Louis G. Mudge (T.M.U. 526) Tank Corps; Albert Mayoh (T. M. U. 397); Dennis P. Nash (S. S. U. 19) U. S. A., A. S.. Tom. O'Connor (S. S. U. 12); E. Porter, Capt F. A. British Army; Waldo Peirce (S. S. U. 3); F D. Ogilvie (S. S. U. 2) British Red Cross; Paul W. Penland (T. M. U. 133) Air Service; William A. Pearl (S.S.U. 1) ; Hugh H. Reid (T.M.U. 526) ; William G. Rice, Jr. (S.S.U. 66) Lieut. U. S. A. A. S.; Robert Rieser (S.S.U. 33) Eleve Aspirant; Emmett H. Shaw (S.S.U. 26) U. S. A. A. S.; Rouse Simmons (T.M.U. 184) Aspirant E. A.; Clarence F. Roe (T. M.U. 526) Eleve Aspirant; Douglas M. Smith (T.M.U. 526) Eleve Aspirant; Ralph W. Stoeltzing (S.S.U. 66) U. S. A. A. S.; Percy T. Peterson (T.M.U. 133) 2nd. Lieut. A. A. S. ; Edward S. Storer (S.S.U. 13) U. S. A. A. S. ; Gardner G. Emmons (S.S.U. 30) U. S. F. A. ; F. Russell Smith (S.S.U. 20 and 1) ; Henry W. Patterson (T. M.U. 133) Aspirant F. A. ; Theo. E. Obrig (S.S.U. 26) Mobile Field Laboratory ; John J. Mungan (S.S.U. 32) Hq. Hospital Center; Arthur C. Watson (T.M.U. 537) ; H. A. Webster (S.S.U. 2), Capt. Sanitary Corps; John B. Whitton (T.M.U. 133) ; David J. Winton (S.S.U. 67) ; A. Royce Wolfe (S.S.U. 31) Richard Temple (T.M.U. 526) Eleve Aspirant ; David Gale Turnbull (S.S.U. 66) U. S. A. A. S; J. Parker Vanzandt (T.M.U. 133) Aviation Tech. Section ; W. DeF. Bigelow (S.S.U. 4) Capt. U. S. A. A. S.





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The friends in America who by their generous gifts made the old Field Service possible --- and whose liberality still makes it possible for "21" to serve as the Field Service home in France, are occasionally rewarded by a letter such as that which follows from a driver to the donor of his car. We publish this letter as an example and incentive to other drivers of old Field Service ambulances to communicate with the donors of their cars.

S. S. U. 639
Convois Autos
Par B. C. M.          France

Car 714 joined our Section in the midwinter of 1917 at a dreary, desolate spot in the Champagne, called Suippes. This car replaced the first car which we lost at an outpost, called St. Soupplet, a gloomy, frozen trench. The driver of the old car was Walter H. Granata of Staten Island and he took over the new 714, resplendent in its fresh coat of paint. "Chic" Granata was very fond of his new acquisition and we all envied him the smooth running qualities of a brand new flivver.

Like all our other cars 714 did her duty for five long months in the Champagne. It duly visited the posts of St. Soupplet, Forsenal, Bois Carré, Pont de Suippes and Cote 160. It carried the groaning, moaning Frenchmen to the emergency hospitals Nantivet and Souain, that much disputed point so often mentioned in communiques.

In March we were awakened from our Winter's sleep by the first hint of the big German offensive and we started on a convoy from Châlons to Gournay-sur-Aronde and from there the car fulfilled faithfully the long evacuation from Gournay to Beauvais. This was a distance of about 60 kilometres and very exhausting work, many of the wounded dying in the car. Granata was taken ill with appendicitis and he was replaced by Guy Bensinger of Ashland, Pa.

The height of the car's service was reached on the Marne river at a place called Dormans just to the right of Château-Thierry. There we came up with the famous 18th French Division and found ourselves at the very farthest point reached by the Germans in their advance. For several days it was a bitter struggle and the ambulance did yeoman work. The evacuation was from some woods which were separated from the main roads by about two kilometres of plowed fields crossed by a miserable shell torn lane. The roads were littered with equipment and dead horses and next to impassable. Then the Americans on our left struck hard and we followed for a distance of 60 kilometres driving our ambulances over the crowded pontoon bridge spanning the Marne. Here the section was recommended for a citation by the French general.

A month at Verdun, two weeks in the final scene in the Ardennes and 714's work of mercy was finished. Now you can picture it in Southern Germany, admired by the fat German kids and commented on by the sturdy Bavarians on account of her antagonistic insignia which shows an American cowboy lassoing the fleeting figure of Wilhelm II on a foaming charger.

The driver of 714 during the Marne period was John W. Tolson of Baltimore, Md., popularly known as "Sleepy" Tolson. He has great difficulty in winding his long form in the forecastle of the ambulance but despite this lack of harmony, the two of them, driver and car, always manage to get along together.



Have you ever seen the Poppies ?
By the Roadside ?
In the Fields ?

Be they stained in crimson blood
Those poppies wild in France ?
Be they of war's wild creation
Those crimson poppies wild in France ?
Be they but a mere reminder
Or yet an omen gruesome
Of the blood, by roadways spattered ?
Be they but a part of earth ---
A garden spot in Nature's methods?
Or be they but pale reflections
Of the dead not yet forgotten ?



Out. of the swirl of mist and choking smoke,
Borne on the winds oft burned by bitter flame,
Down thro' the air where many a life was broke
Fighting for Right, against Infamy and Shame, ---
Comes flying with a singing beat of wings,
With eyes that smile, through war-born tears of pain,
With outspread arms, and laugh that softly rings,
A snowy form that heals like gentle rain.

Seared Earth in joy lifts up her head to Heaven,
Mankind rejoices with a happy heart.
The World lays bare its breast to catch the leaven
The rest and glory of the conqueror's part.
The birds are singing, singing' without cease
Thanks to great God, love songs to precious Peace.

Frederick W. KURTH,
Sgt. Reserve Mallet.




James D. Beane has been reported as killed in action. Beane joined the American Field Service July 8, 1916 being sent to Section and staying in the service more than a year. He joined the U. S. Air Service where he was given a commission as 1st. Lieutenant. His home was in Concord, Massachusetts.



Lieutenant Charles C. Battershell, formerly of old Sections 13 and 32, now in S. S. U. 598 has received the following citation:

"A volunteer in the service of France before the entry of the United States into the war, he gave proof of devotion and courage in personally directing the evacuation of the wounded in the combats of July 18 to 28, 1918, in perilous positions close to the front lines, despite the bombardment of the enemy artillery."

Citations for members of S. S. U. 630 (old Section 12) have also been received. Lieutenant Wilfred D. Bull, formerly with the section received a second star for his ribbon. The men cited included : Corporal Harry G. Wiard, Privates First Class Henry K. Lavin, Edmund B. Burke, Jack H. Stauffer, Robert J. Burroughs, Robert M. Norton, and Douglas McE Weller.

The following members of S. S. U. 627 (old section 4) have been awarded the Croix de Guerre. Since they were first recommended for the decoration two members of the section, Sergeant Leon Buckler and Private 1st Class Philip Winsor, have died. The other members of the section to receive the decorations, with their citations, follow:---

"Corporal Edmund Purves and Private 1st Class Joseph White: Volunteers before the entry into the war of the United States, have always given proof of coolness in difficult circumstances. They particularly distinguished themselves during the French attack of July 8, 1918, when carrying wounded from the proximity of the poste de secours to safety despite a heavy bombardment, showing a perfect example of bravery and devotion."

For each of Privates 1st Class Griggs, and Turnbull the following citation was given: "Drivers who have won the admiration of their fellows. On several occasions they have gone to the frontline postes, under violent and incessant fire of enemy artillery and machine-guns, and assured the evacuation of the wounded."

"Private 1st Class Wheeler, while temporarily filling the place of cook, replaced men tired out in order to keep up the work. Having to pass through a violently bombarded village, he acquitted himself of his task with perfect bravery in the face of danger."

Similar citations were given to Privates 1st Class Barker, Deeves, MacColl, Northrop and Sergeant Strong all of S. S. U. 627.

E. J. Curley (S.S.U. 3) sous-lieutenant French artillery has been cited to the order of the Army.

The following members of old Section 1 (625) have received the Croix de guerre: Harold M. Alling, Walter B. Crane, Robert J. Fitzgerald, Frank B Marshall and Frank R. Smith.

"A fait preuve de courage et de dévouement en venant, au cours des journées des 9, 10 et 11 juin 1918, chercher des blessés, sous un violent bombardement, dans les Postes de Secours de première ligne.

A l'Ordre de la Division:

Mécanicien James H. Mooney

"Chargé de la réparation des voitures sanitaires, s'est trouvé très souvent exposé aux plus gros bombardements, dans la région de Soissons, en juillet, août, septembre 1918. S'est particulièrement distingué le septembre en réparant sur la route une voiture sanitaire soumise à des feux de mitrailleuses incessants."

Conducteur Garneau Weld:

"Depuis son arrivée comme volontaire à la section, en 1916, n'a cessé de faire preuve du plus grand courage. S'est particulièrement distingué le 4 septembre, en s'offrant comme brancardier pour le transport des blessés gisant à 400 metres en avant d'un poste de secours avancé, très exposé aux feux de l'ennemi."



A quiet peaceful valley;
A farm-house with rural bustle
The crowing of chickens, a, child
A man, a woman..., a cat.

.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  

A valley.., deathly still and dim
A naked wall.,, a hazy smoke,
No stir of life or moving thing,
A heap of ruins.., a man's dead body
A broken bowl of milk, a cat, a child...
Pinned by a bayonet to the ground,
The hush of death and foul smell of rotting flesh.

A. S. T.



James A. Gamman of the French Foreign Legion and formerly of Section 13 is now in America on a three months' convalescence leave, still ailing from his wound. "Should you see any of my old friends at Raynouard", he writes us from New York, "please give my kindest regards to them all."

Charles Schlager, formerly (S. S.T. 31), now Aspirant in French Artillery, 102 R. A. L., 50 Groupe, 5e Batterie, S. P. 118, writes:

"Niederlustadt, Germany.

"Our march towards the Rhine started November 15th from Lunéville and after three weeks en route thru Alsace, Lorraine and into Germany we at last arrived here, 6 kil, from the Rhine and 15 kil. S. W. of Speyer, a city of 20,000.

"The people are for the most part polite and not unfriendly toward us. Nearly every one as soon as they find out that I am an American commence to inquire about aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers, sisters, etc. of theirs in the United States. One old fellow I talked with the other day even thought that the national language of America was German. They all seem convinced that America was the cause of their defeat.

"The officers' mess for my battery is established in a very palatial house here in Niederlustadt and the patron and his wife are really charming. We are treated here as guests, not as enemies, and we are daily treated to choice wines, cigars and German pastry. Outside of bad bread and no coffee the people here do not lack the necessities of life. Good wine is cheap and a good meal can be bought in Speyer or Sandau at a surprisingly low price. In the big cities however food is lacking."

Frederick W. Kurth (T.M.U. 184) writes under date of January 2nd.

"I read the Bulletin each week and always find something of interest in it, and in addition always enjoy the poetry. The paper is getting better and better all the time.

"I am in the Headquarters Company with Dave Darrah, and in addition to enjoying his contributions and discussing other people's with him, I can laugh at the various criticisms thrown at him, with him. There are surely absurdities in some of them, but they all serve to create a laugh, and that is a big point.

"I wish you all kinds of success in this New Year, for yourself and for your paper."


Lieut. W. E. Westbrook (S.S.U. 68) writes from Mulhouse, Dec. 21st.

"This whole service is deeply indebted to those in charge of "21", as many men have been nursed back to health there. Section 621 has had quite a few men taken care of by you and from all of them I hear nothing but the highest praise for those in charge.

"Thanking you for all you have done for my men, I am.

"Yours Truly,

1st Lieut. U. S. A. A. S."



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In applying for leave give location of your unit.



The Field Service Headquarters would be very grateful if all former members who are returning to America would notify 21, rue Raynouard at the same time giving their permanent home address.

The "Armistice Day" number will he issued on February 4th. There is still time to compete for the Fifty Francs offered for the best descriptive poem or article, if sent in immediately.

Pvt. Daniel Gale Turnbull (formerly S.S.U. 66) of the S. P. O. Dept. S. U. S. A. A. S. has been promoted to Sergeant.

H.J. Ash (S.S.U. 67) 2nd. Lieut. U. S. Tank Corps has been awarded the Distinguished Service Cross.

James D. Peters (S.S.U. 67) has been commissioned 2nd. Lieut. U. S. Tank Corps.

William J. Wright, S.S.U. 18, who was captured last May has been released from Prison Camp Rastatt, Germany, and rejoined the U.S.A. Ambulance Section.

C. E. Frazer Clark (S.S.U. 15) 1st Lieut. U.S.A. called at "21" on his way back to America. .

Norman Smith (S.S.U. 8) has been commissioned 2nd Lieut. M.T.C.



Edward Browning Blue (T.M.U. 526); Donald F. Bigelow T.M.U. 133) ; Albert Brook (S.S.U. 30) ; Arthur B. Belden (S.S.U. 72) ; T. R. Johnstone (S.S.U. 2 and 9); Aspirant, John H. Chipman (T.M.U. 184) ; Delos A. Chapelle (S.S.U. 29) ; Samuel Chamberlain (S.S.U. 14) ; H. M. Conard (T.M.U. 133) ; Aspirant, A. E. Collinson (T.M.U. 526) ; T. S. Bosworth (S.S.U. 1) ; 2nd Lieut. J R. Eisenhart (T.M.U. 184) ; Donald F. Fox (S.S.U. 14 and 10) Lieut. C. C. Battershell (S.S.U. 13 and 31); Avery R. Wolfe (S.S.U. 31) ; Sgt. E. N. Winslow (T.M.U. 526} 2nd Lieut. W. Wilcox (T.M.U. 526); Major Luke C. Doyle (S.S.U. 3) Lt. Rae H. Smith (S.S.U. 2) ; Lieut. S. S. Walker (S.S.U. 1) ; Capt. William H. Wallace (S.S.U. 28) ; Walter White (S.S.U. 4) ; Lieut. Paul Squibb (S.S.U. 30) ; Lieut. George C. Seeley (T.M.U. 526) ; Douglas M. Smith (T.M.U. 526) ; Charles Bayly, Jr. (S.S.U. 26) ; Alfred M. Whitman (S.S.U. 9) ; Roger Whitman (S.S.U. 9 and T.M.U. 133); Capt. William J. Bingham (S.S.U. 30 and 2) ; Lieut. W. H. Lillie (S.S.U. 4 and 10) ; D. F. MacDonald, Jr. (S.S.U. 69) ; E. Newell Ware (S.S.U. 13) ; Paul Niesley (T.M.U. 537 and U.S.S. 13) ; Perry H. Merrill (S.S.U. 12) ; J. M. Parmelee (S.S.U. 27) ; Roger W. White (S.S.U. 9) ; Edward D. Kneass (S.S.U. 10) ; Arthur L. Partridge (T.M.U. 526) ; William C. Towle (S.S.U. 70) ; L. Hill (S.S.U. 3); C. E. F. Clark (S.S.U. 15); B. McClure (S.S.U. 10, 33 and 16) ; W. Peirce (S.S.U. 3) ; Norman Smith (S.S.U. 8); J McMorrow (T.M.U. 133); Robert J. Burroughs (S.S.U. 12); John H. Boyd (Hdqs.) ; E. Mack Gildea (T.M.U. 133) ; James W. Harle, Jr. (S.S.U. 2 and 10) ; Charles A. Blackwell (S.S.U. 64).


AFS Bulletin Number Seventy-Nine