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Father Duffy's story : $b a tale of humor and heroism, of life and death with the Fighting Sixty-ninth
Duffy, Francis Patrick
United States. Army. Infantry Regiment, 165th; World War, 1914-1918 -- Personal narratives, American
The attackers finally fell back a short distance to the deep cut
in the road. Our second attempt to break through had failed. Major
Kelly with Lieutenant Connelly and parts of companies A and C held
this place as a vantage point to make a third attempt in the morning.
Bootz was in charge on the left of the main road. About one hundred
and fifty yards south of the wire the ground sloped, and on this
reverse slope Colonel Donovan established his P. C., with Lieutenant
Betty as his adjutant, Wheatley having been wounded. With him also
were detachments from the Headquarters and Machine Gun Companies
under Lieutenant Devine and Sergeants Sheahan, Heins, Leo Mullin,
Doherty and Gillespie. During the night, accompanied by Sergeant
Major Bernard White, the Colonel himself scouted up to the enemy
wire to examine the conditions for the next days’ attack. Tanks were
promised to roll through the wire, shoot up the machine gun nests and
make a passage for the infantry. Morning came but no tanks in sight.
Lieutenant Grose and Boberg and Brosnan of Brigade Headquarters were
scouring the roads in search of them. It took two hours to get a
message back, as the telephone was out. The artillery barrage ran
its appointed course and still no tanks. Kelly once more made his
attack, under conditions that he soon discovered to be impossible for
success. Every man that reached the wire was hit, and losses were
heavy in his elements further back.
About half an hour after the advance began a rifle bullet struck
Colonel Donovan in the leg, going through the bone and rendering him
helpless. He would have ordered anybody else to be evacuated, but he
refused to allow himself to be removed. In answer to the protests of
his Adjutant he swore he would stay there and see the thing through.
So he lay in his shell-hole and continued to direct the battle. It
was bound to be a one-sided one until the tanks should come up. Our
men in the sunken road were being shelled by trench mortars which
dropped their shells into the narrow cutting, spreading disaster. Our
elements in the more open ground to the rear were under continuous
shell fire as the enemy artillery had the exact ranges.
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