Father Duffy's story : $b a tale of humor and heroism, of life and death with the Fighting Sixty-ninthDuffy, Francis Patrick
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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
One thing that astonished everybody in this New York regiment was
the number of illiterates amongst replacements from the Southern
States. We had two hundred men who could not sign their names to
the pay-roll. A strong movement was started throughout the American
Expeditionary Forces after the Armistice to teach such men to read
and write, and the simplest problems in arithmetic, as well as to
give a better knowledge of English to foreign born soldiers. In our
regiment this task was confided to Chaplain Holmes, who went at it
with his usual devotion to duty and attention to details, so that
Chaplain Nash who was Divisional School Officer told me that the
educational work in the 165th was by far the best in the Division.
I had many examples of the need of schooling for certain of the men.
Many of our recent replacements had been kept going from place to
place and had not received pay in months. Whenever I heard of such
cases I advanced them money from our Trustee’s Fund. One evening
three of our old-timers came to my billet to borrow some money
to have a little party, but I had to tell them that my stock of
francs was cleaned out. Just then a fine big simple fellow from the
Tennessee mountains came in to return the money I had loaned him.
“How much do you owe me?” I asked. “Thirty-seven francs.” “All right,
hand it over to these fellows here.” “Well, I reckon I’d rather pay
you.” After a certain amount of joking about it, it dawned upon my
slow intelligence that the poor fellow was embarrassed by not being
able to count money, so I took him into another room and tried to
teach him how much change he should have out of a fifty franc note.
The efforts of our generous friends in New York in supplying funds
were much appreciated by the whole regiment. We had been in line for
months and the men were seldom paid. Even when payday came those
who were absent in hospital, or those who had been absent when the
pay-roll was signed, got nothing. The funds were left absolutely at
my disposal, and I knew from the calibre of our Trustees that it was
their wish that they should be disbursed in a generous spirit. Many
of our bright sergeants were started off to Officer’s School without
a sou in their pockets. I believed that our New York backers would
like to have the best men of our regiment able to hold up their
heads in any crowd, so I saw that every one of them had fifty or a
hundred francs in his pocket before starting. When I could be sure
of addresses, I sent money to men in hospitals and in casual camps.
While the regiment was in line money was no use to anybody, as there
was absolutely nothing to buy, not even an egg or a glass of wine,
but here in Germany, with shops and eating houses open, my cash was a
real boon, and I did not hesitate to disburse it.
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