Best o' luck: How a fighting Kentuckian won the thanks of Britain's KingMcClintock, Alexander
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Best o' luck: How a fighting Kentuckian won the thanks of Britain's King
McClintock, Alexander
World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, American
“McClintock,” said he, “I don’t wish to send you to any special hazard,
and, so far as that goes, we’re all going to get more or less of a
dusting. But I want to put that machine gun which has been giving us
so much trouble out of action.”
I knew very well the machine gun he meant. It was in a concrete
emplacement, walled and roofed, and the devils in charge of it seemed
to be descendants of William Tell and the prophet Isaiah. They always
knew what was coming and had their gun accurately trained on it before
it came.
“If you are willing,” said Major Lewis, “I wish you to select
twenty-five men from the company and go after that gun the minute the
order comes to advance. Use your own judgment about the men and the
plan for taking the gun position. Will you go?”
“Yes, sir,” I answered. “I’ll go and pick out the men right away. I
think we can make those fellows shut up shop over there.”
“Good boy!” he said. “You’ll try, all right.”
I started away. He called me back.
“This is going to be a bit hot, McClintock,” he said, taking my hand.
“I wish you the best of luck, old fellow--you and the rest of them.” In
the trenches they always wish you the best of luck when they hand you
a particularly tough job.
I thanked him and wished him the same. I never saw him again. He was
killed in action within two hours after our conversation. Both he and
my pal, Macfarlane, were shot down dead that morning.
When they called for volunteers to go with me in discharge of Major
Lewis’ order, the entire company responded. I picked out twenty-five
men, twelve bayonet men and thirteen bombers. They agreed to my plan
which was to get within twenty-five yards of the gun emplacement
before attacking, to place no dependence on rifle fire, but to bomb
them out and take the position with the bayonet. We followed that
plan and took the emplacement quicker than we had expected to do, but
there were only two of us left when we got there--Private Godsall, No.
177,063, and myself. All the rest of the twenty-five were dead or down.
The emplacement had been held by eleven Germans. Two only were left
standing when we got in.
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