The army behind the armyPowell, E. Alexander (Edward Alexander)
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The army behind the army
Powell, E. Alexander (Edward Alexander)
United States. Army; World War, 1914-1918 -- United States
constantly informed of conditions at the various ports of embarkation.
All this was made possible by the Signal Corps. But it was also necessary
that these various conversations should be so safeguarded that there was
no possibility of them being overheard by enemy spies. And the Signal
Corps saw to that too.
When Count von Bernstorff was handed his passports in the spring of
1917, the Signal Corps consisted of barely 50 officers and about 2,500
men. When, nineteen months later, the German delegates, standing about a
table in Marshal Foch’s private car, sullenly affixed their signatures to
the Armistice, the corps had grown to nearly 2,800 officers and upward
of 53,000 men. It comprised at the close of the war seventy-one field
signal battalions, thirty-four telegraph battalions, twenty replacement
and training battalions, and fifty-two service companies, together with
several pigeon and army radio companies, a photographic section, and a
meteorological section.
Not many people are aware, I imagine, that nearly a third of the officers
and men who wore on their collars the little crossed flags of the Signal
Corps were recruited from the employees of the two great rival telephone
systems of the United States—the Bell and the Independent. The former
raised and sent to France twelve complete telegraph battalions; the
latter ten field signal battalions—to say nothing of the great number of
experts, specialists, and telephone-girls who left the employ of those
systems to embark on the Great Adventure. So you need not be surprised
if, the next time your telephone gets out of order, your trouble call
is answered by a bronzed and wiry youth who wears in the buttonhole
of his rather shabby coat the tricolored ribbon of the D. S. C.—won,
perhaps, while keeping the communications open at Château-Thierry. And
the operator who says, “Number, please,” so sweetly, may have been—who
knows?—one of those alert young women in trim blue serge who sat before
the switchboard at Great Headquarters and handled the messages of the
Commander-in-Chief himself.
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