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
We have had our first big blow, and we are still reeling under the
pain and sorrow of it. Our 1st Battalion left the trenches with few
casualties to pay for their ten days of continuous work at trench
and wire mending and night patrols. Arthur Trayer and John Lyons
of Company D were the first to gain their wound chevrons. On March
5th the 2nd Battalion began to move company by company from Camp
New York. I spent the afternoon before with each unit attending
to their spiritual needs, and ending the day with a satisfactory
feeling of having left nothing undone. I was with Company E on March
6th and will always retain a recollection of certain youngsters who
stayed for a little friendly personal chat after confession, like
Arthur Hegney, Eddie Kelly, Steve Navin, Arthur Christfully, George
Adkins, Phil Finn; while Steve Derrig and Michael Ahearn with Bailey,
Halligan and McKiernan were rounding up the bunch to keep me going.
The Company went out in the early morning of March 7th to relieve
Company A, and soon had the position taken over. About 4 P. M. the
enemy began a terrific shelling with heavy minenwerfers on the
position at Rocroi. The big awkward wabbling aerial torpedoes began
coming over, each making a tremendous hole where it hit and sending
up clouds of earth and showers of stone. Lieutenant Norman, an old
Regular Army man, was in charge of the platoon, and after seeing that
his guards and outposts were in position, ordered the rest of the men
into the dugouts. While he was in the smaller one a torpedo struck it
fair and destroyed it, burying the two signal men from Headquarters
Company, Arthur Hegney and Edward Kearney. The Lieutenant barely
managed to extricate himself from the debris and set himself to
look after the rest of his men. He was inspecting the larger dugout
alongside when another huge shell came over, buried itself in the
very top of the cave and exploded, rending the earth from the
supporting beams and filling the whole living space and entrance with
rocks and clay, burying the Lieutenant and twenty-four men.
Major Donovan of the 1st Battalion was at the Battalion P. C. with
Major Stacom when the bombardment began. As there were six positions
to defend and the shelling might mean an attack anywhere along the
whole line, the Battalion Commander’s duty was to remain at the
middle of the web with his reserves at hand to control the whole
situation. So Major Donovan requested that as he had no general
responsibilities for the situation he might be permitted to go down
to Rocroi and see what he could do there. Stacom was unwilling to
have anybody else run a risk that he was not permitted to share
himself, but he gave his consent.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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