|Harry Singley, TOF's grandfather|
|First day of the Meuse-Argonne Offensive|
26 Sept. 1918
|Harry Singley, 304th Engineers,|
"Somebody will wake up soon when the boys get back to the States..."
General Headquarters, A. E. F.
The enemy has capitulated. It is fitting that I address myself in thanks directly to the officers and soldiers of the American Expeditionary Forces, who by their heroic efforts have made possible this glorious result.
Our Armies, hurriedly raised and hastily trained, met a veteran enemy, and by courage, discipline and skill always defeated him. Without complaint you have endured incessant toil, privation and danger. You have seen many of your comrades make the Supreme Sacrifice that freedom may live.
I thank you for your patience and courage with which you have endured. I congratulate you upon the splendid fruits of victory, which your heroism and the blood of our gallant dead are now presenting to our nation. Your deeds will live forever on the most glorious pages of America's history.
Those things you have done. There remains now a harder task which will test your soldierly qualities to the utmost. Success in this and little note will be taken and few praises sung; fail, and the light of your glorious achievements of the past will be sadly dimmed.
But you will not fail. Every natural tendency may urge towards relaxation in discipline, in conduct, in appearance, in everything that marks the soldier. Yet you will remember that each officer and EACH SOLDIER IS THE REPRESENTATIVE IN EUROPE OF HIS PEOPLE and that his brilliant deeds of yesterday permit no action of today to pass unnoticed by friend or foe.
You will meet this test as gallantly as you met the test of the battlefield. Sustained by your high ideals and inspired by the heroic part you have played, you will carry back to your people the proud consciousness of a new Americanism born of sacrifice.
Whether you stand on hostile territory or the friendly soil of France, you will bear yourself IN DISCIPLINE, APPEARANCE AND RESPECT FOR ALL CIVIL RIGHTS THAT YOU WILL CONFIRM FOR ALL TIME THE PRIDE AND LOVE WHICH EVERY AMERICAN FEELS FOR YOUR UNIFORM AND FOR YOU.
John J. Pershing,
by Siegfried Sassoon
When you are standing at your hero's grave,
Or near some homeless village where he died,
Remember, through your heart's rekindling pride,
The German soldiers who were loyal and brave.
Men fought like brutes; and hideous things were done:
And you have nourished hatred, harsh and blind.
But in that Golgotha perhaps you'll find
The mothers of the men who killed your son.
TECHNICALLY, it was only an armistice, and 21 years later, they had to do it all over again; this time with massive civilian casualties. In between, as our friend Fabio pointed out once before, more people were killed in battle than in the years of the Great War itself. Think only of the Reds and Whites in Russia, of the Greeks and Turks in Anatolia, of the Polish-Soviet conflict, and a host of smaller conflicts, such as in Ireland.
Since then, Armistice Day has been expanded to include all veterans of all wars. As he has generally done on Veteran's day, TOF appends here a short account of veterans in my own and in the Incomparable Marge's families.
|TOF in uniform, Artillery ROTC, Caisson Ball 1965|
with his then secret weapon
Ballad of the Artillery ROTC
They made him a second lieutenant
They gave him two bars made of gold.
They made him a forward observer.
He lived to be ten seconds old.
Your mother swims after troop ships.
So let's have another verse
That's worse than any other verse
And waltz me around again, Willie.
The Vietnam War
Sgt. Tommy Flynn,
CAC team Papa Three, USMC
|Sgt. Tommy Flynn|
My father's cousin lived with villagers in the mountains near Cam Lo just a few miles south of the DMZ. He later wrote a book about his experience, A Voice of Hope. In a review of this book, Joni Bour wrote:
"The idea was to somewhat integrate with the Vietnamese people in order to gain their trust and friendship and ultimately military intelligence that would help us find the bad guys. It sounds good, and at times it was probably very good, because the Vietnamese were helped with schools and sanitation and protection from the Viet Cong. But it was also an extremely dangerous assignment. CAC soldiers lived near a village and survived mostly on their own. It was a small compound that was flooded when it rained and was overrun several times by the Viet Cong. On one such occasion, Mr. Flynn was severely wounded in the face, neck and thigh. He spent weeks in several hospitals and then a hospital ship with his jaw wired shut, before being mistakenly sent back to the war. He was given a choice; he could work in the rear or go back to his CAC squad. He was either a little nuts, or little bit more brave than most of us, because he chose to return to his squad."John Flynn, another cousin of my father, also served in the Marine Corps, but TOF has no particulars in his case.
|Joe Flynn was discharged as corporal|
World War II
My father served on Iwo Jima and in the Japanese Occupation. The photo
on the left is the only time he ever wore dress blues. It was actually a false-front "uniform" used only for the picture.
Pfc. Joseph Flynn,
5th Eng. Btn., 5th Marine Division, USMC
When Pere reported at the draft board, he was determined to sign up for the Marines, like his uncle. (This uncle was closer in age to Pere than to his own brothers.) However, he was told that the Marines had filled their quota for the day and he would be assigned to the Navy. Pere begged to be allowed into the Marines, and finally the recruiting person said, I think the Marine recruiter has left for the day, but if you can catch him you can ask. Pere raced to the back and found a Marine sergeant leading a file of civilians out the back door. He turned and held up a hand and said, "Sorry, all full up." And then Pere slumped in sorrow and said in pleading terms, "But Sarge, if you don't take me, I'll have to join the Navy!" Nothing could better appeal to a Marine more than this cri de coeur, and the sergeant re-opened his office and processed him in. Later, in testing, Pere scored so well that he was invited to join the Signals Corps and was promised that this required high intelligence and would often keep him safe from the fighting. However, Pere wanted above all else to blow things up. He had practiced this skill in his home chemistry lab by blowing up his bedroom while electrolysizing water into oxygen and (alas) hydrogen.
On the way to Iwo Jima, it got so hot in the hold of the troopship that he went out on deck and slept on a tarp over a cargo hold. The tarp was lumpy, so he lifted it to see what he was sleeping on. This proved to be many crates hand grenades. He figured what the hell, and went back to sleep. Later he transferred to an LST, which stands for Large Slow Target. In the landing, he was assigned to battalion liaison, which meant he landed with the first wave and would take word to his company of battalion location. His buddies all figured he was a dead duck. The beach was volcanic sand so fine and slippery that it was hard to get traction, and the Japanese had always dealt harshly with the first wave.
However the defender was clever and held his fire until the second wave landed and the beach was tightly packed, then he let loose. During the bombardment, a Negro Marine ran up to the foxhole where Pere and the battalion commander were sheltering, and he stopped at the edge and said, "Permission to join y'all in that fox hole?" The commander invited him with some profanity. And don't ever stop to ask again. Pere, reflecting on this years later wondered what sort of life it was that taught a man to stop in the middle of an artillery bombardment and ask permission before joining two white men in a shelter. Not a just society, that was for sure.
|On the beaches at Iwo Jima|
On another occasion, he and another combat engineer were sent to clear mines on the northern beaches. As they dug carefully through the sand, they came across a 500-lb aerial bomb, rigged as a mine. They looked at one another and said, If it blows, we'll never know. And went ahead and finished the job.
A third time, approaching the cave entrance to the underground tunnel complex, he and a buddy peeked up over the top of a ridge only to have a machine gun nest in the cave entrance open up on them. Bullets stitched across the top of the ridge and the two of them slid back down the slope. That was a close call, Pere told his buddy. The buddy didn't answer because he had taken a bullet in the forehead.
He remembers, too, the moment they unfurled that flag atop Suribachi. There had been a smaller flag earlier, but the commanding general ordered a larger one that could be seen from every point on the island. The impact of that flag on morale was incalculable, he said.
One time in explaining a scar on his leg, he told my brother Dennis and me that it was a bayonet wound from a Japanese soldier. (It wasn't.) He gave us a suspenseful narrative of the soldier creeping up on him and stabbing him. "Then what happened, daddy?" we cried. "Then, I died," he answered. Dennis and I burst into tears and denials. This proves two things. Pere was a remarkably good story-teller suspension of disbelief-wise; and he had an especially gullible audience.
During the Occupation, he had the dubious privilege of walking through the middle of Nagasaki not long after it was nuked.
Afterward, on two occasions, Pere was offered the opportunity to be brevetted to officer and sent through OCS. This was because of the initiative he had shown of several occasions during the battle. However, he was anxious to return home and get on with the urgent business of becoming my father before my mother (a/k/a the Sweetheart of the Seventh Fleet) could be tracked down by the aforesaid admirers of her morale-boosting snapshot.
Sgt Daniel J. Flynn Jr, Pere's uncle, was also a WW II veteran. He served with the 1 Marine Division in Marine aviation units in the Solomon Islands, Philippines and during the Battle of Okinawa. But I do not have further particulars.
PFC Ralph Singley
Squadron A, 1075th Army Air Force
and M/Sgt. Paul Singley
My mother's twin brothers, who despite their cards being mixed in a bowl, received sequential draft numbers, served in the US Army Air Force in the Panama Canal Zone during WWII. Neither the Germans nor the Japanese attempted to seize the canal while the Singley brothers guarded it. Later, they were assigned to a hospital in Florida
Charlie Hammontree, Margie's uncle, served in the Navy in WWII, but she does not recall any particulars of his rank and location.
Francis T. Flynn Jr. served in the peacetime army after WWII
The Great War
Pfc. Harry Singley,
304th Eng., 72nd "Rainbow" Div., AEF
So while I was working on this piece-work job [making artillery shells for the French Army at Ingersoll-Rand], the principal of the high school, Sr. Felicita, called me on the telephone and told me, she said, "I sent your credits to Catholic University and you can be admitted without a College Board or any sort of examination, provided you are voluntarily inducted.
So this was in the month of June and away I set sail. I was down at Catholic University then from June until New Years. ... [W]e were snowed into taking an ME course, because they were short on officers. They said, "If you take this ME course, you will get to Camp Meade quicker. The seniors will go first, then the juniors, then the sophomores, et cetera, y'know. But if you take the mechanical engineering course, you'll see action quicker than you would if you took any other course. What I really wanted to take was Philosophy and Letters and there was only one guy who held out for that... He later became a monsignor.Note that "you'll see action sooner" was regarded in those days as an inducement. And also that the Pop-pop of TOF was really into Philosophy and Letters. Then, when the Armistice broke out, his parents begged him to stay in college. "We'll find the money somehow." But he thought he was much smarter than they -- unlike 18/19-year olds today -- and took the train back home. It was, he thought later, the biggest mistake of his life, save only that he married the Girl Next Door (literally) and produced my father, which from TOF's point of view was of considerable importance. No Flynn ever graduated college until TOF managed that feat. In fact, two of TOF's uncles never graduated high school.
Pfc. Fernand (Fred) L. Cantrel
Battery A 335th Field Artillery, 87th Division
He was the brother of Francis Flynn's future wife. His service record tells us he served in England and France and that he suffered no wounds and was honorably discharged. He was a machinist. He died young and unmarried in March 1934 of pulmonary tuberculosis. His mother is described as caring for him and living herself on sheer willpower "until a war-shattered health had claimed his life," whereupon she herself died. Sometimes a war claims casualties long after the guns have fallen silent. The 87th (Acorn) Division got to France late and the war ended before it saw any military action. It was used mostly for replacement, training, and service, although individual units may have been involved in local actions attached to other divisions. Many of its casualties were due to tuberculosis, Spanish flu, and other diseases rather than war wounds.
Other Cantrels also served in the Great War, but I do not have their particulars. One of them, Joseph A. Cantrel, went on to become a lawyer from Georgetown who argued cases before the Supreme Court and who served in the Maryland House of Delegates. He ran for Congress as a Reform candidate, but was beaten by the Machine candidate.###
Earlier military engagements in TOF's family don't count. While it might be gratifying to read that Cromwell's Council issued an order to apprehend the person of Fiachra O'Flynn, describing him as armed and dangerous, it isn't covered by US Veterans Days. Neither is my grandfather's father-in-law, Fernand E. O. Cantrel, who served as a 2nd Cannon Conductor in the 12th Regt. of Artillery, Tonkin Gulf Expedition, which participated in the Bac Ninh campaign in the First Brigade (de l'Isle) and the Lang Son and Tuyen Quang campaigns in the Second Brigade (de Négrier).###
The Flynns arrived in the US after the Civil War and while the Singleys and Schwars arrived a decade earlier, none of them were in it, so far as I know. Nor do we know of anyone involved in the Indian or Spanish-American Wars, so, at this time we turn to the maternal ancestry of the Incomparable Marge!
US Civil War
Pvt. John H. Hammontree,
Co. H, 5th Tenn. Inf., US Vol.
|Evacuation of Cumberland Gap|
Creek War (War of 1812)
Pvt. James Hammontree,
Capt. Duncan's Co. of Col. Bunch's Regiment (2nd Regt., East Tennessee Militia).
|Battle of Horseshoe Bend|
Andrew Jackson's official report of the Battle of Horseshoe Bend (27 March 1814) mentions that "a few companies" of Colonel Bunch were part of the right line of the American forces at this engagement. More than likely, some of those companies included Captains Francis Berry, Nicholas Gibbs (who was killed at the battle), Jones Griffin, and John McNair. In addition, muster rolls show some casualties from this battle in the companies led by Captains Moses Davis, Joseph Duncan, and John Houk. Other men from this regiment remained at Fort Williams prior to Horseshoe Bend to guard the post -- provision returns indicate that there were 283 men from Bunch's regiment at the fort at the time of the battle. James' brother William was also at the battle, and his brother Jacob had been in an earlier militia regiment. There were a variety of more distant Hammontrees in other theaters of the war. The full story is here.
Later, when James had died, his widow Nancy had a heck of a time trying to collect the pension that was owed her. Bureaucracy, thy name is Foot-Dragger.
Pvt. John Hammontree,
Capt. John Mountjoy's Co. of Foot, 10th Virginia, Continental Line.
James Hammontree's great uncle John enlisted in the 10th Virginia at an unknown date and may have seen action with the regiment at Brandywine and Germantown before entering winter quarters at Valley Forge. In January 1778, he was reported "sick in camp" and he died there on 24 Feb 1778.
Pvt. Harris[on] Hammontree,
Capt. Wm. Cunningham's Co. of Foot, 1st Virginia, Continental Line.
The 1st Virginia has a long ancestry, and exists today as the 276th Eng. Battalion of the Virginia National Guard. John Hammontree's younger brother Harris Hammontree enlisted in the 1st Virginia on Feb. 12, 1778, after the regiment had gone into encampment at Valley Forge. In April and June he was reported as "sick," but unlike his older brother, he survived. He likely participated in the battle of Monmouth in June 1778 after Baron von Steuben had trained them. Most of the regiment was captured by the British at Charlestown, South Carolina, on May 12, 1780, but Harris may not have still been with the regiment at that point. He was killed by Indians on the Virginia frontier, 25 July 1781.
And that takes us back to as early as any US Veterans Day is likely to cover. Hats off to all concerned!