A Tribute on the 100th Anniversary of the Armistice

These are excerpts transcribed from the diary of Pvt. H. S. Wood 5 Div APO 745. The cover of this thin black journal reads “America to France.” Its first entry is dated May 13, 1918; the last is dated January 12, 1919. Included is a simple accounting of Armistice Day.

May

Left Huston [sic], Texas at 430 May 13, 1918 on fine train with 1000 soldiers on board. Every body feeling fine except boys who had girls and they were feeling rather blue.

Crossed the Miss. River the 14th. Cars being taken across on barge. 6 cars at one time. Arrived at Vicksburg, Miss at 430 P.M. stayed there 3 hours. Got great reception there. Marched through main streets with band playing.

Next big town was Memphis Tenn the 15th there for 1 hr. Then thru the town of Paduca Ky. We hiked thru this town and got a good reception. We then crossed the Tenn. River then the Cumberland River next was Central City.

One of the fellows jumped from the car window. Stopped train and went back after him.

We got off the train at Jersey City, N.J. and marched through great crowds to the ferry boat. Left New York to Long Island City at 5 A.M. Had a fine trip across the channel looking at New York, Brooklyn and other cities. Arrived at Camp Upton all tired and sleepy.

June

Marched on to the transit Mauritania.

Sailed on June 4 at 4 P.M. Large crowds on the ferries waved us farewell. Passed 3 vessels coming in and then we had to go inside until we left the harbor. 9000 soldiers on board and 800 crew. I was on the top deck where I could see everything. Soon got dark and went to bed. Slept fine.

June 5 Morning is a fine day. Nothing to see but water and the boat was making good time. Never sighted a vessel all day. Smooth seas. We had life boat drill twice per day. Had to go to bed at nine oclock. Had to keep all lights out at night on account of submarines.

June 6 This boat has six big guns six inch size and is able to take care of itself. Had target practice today and did some fine shooting.

June 11 Arrived at Liverpool England. As the boat came into the harbor the English band played, “Johnny Get Your Gun,” “The Yanks are Coming.” We arrived at the station and boarded those odd trains and rode all night across England. Sun set at 11 P.M.

I was transferred to Ambulance Co. 27.

Aug 6 Made several trips over to the infirmary. Most of my time I make canes and pick off bugs. Went to the front line trenches with medicine. Heard the trench mortars send over a small barrage. Went back to company and found several of our boys in the hospital. They had been in the opening battle of our division.

Oct 17 Went into action at Septarges. Dressing station in an old barn. Had many patients which kept us dog tired for 5 days and 5 nights. I never got any sleep for 82 hours. There were 2600 men injured in this one place. They had out 250 men burying the dead which was 1450 Americans and many Dutchmen.

And then there is this entry dated NOVEMBER 11, 1918:

FIRING CEASED AT ELEVEN O’CLOCK. WE CAN’T HARDLY BELIEVE IT. EVERYTHING SEEMS STRANGE AFTER ALL THE NOISE OF THE GUNS AND SHELLS. WE WERE TOO TIRED TO CELEBRATE AS OUR DIVISION HAS BEEN UNDER SHELL FIRE FOR 27 DAYS WITHOUT RELIEF. HAD A GOOD SLEEP. THE FIRST ONE FOR OVER A MONTH.

He also brought back over 200 postcards. Many of the postcards were simply photographs taken during the war – photos of trenches, soldiers in hospital, battlefields, camouflage, children posed with soldiers – with a postcard backing. Some were postcards of the towns and cities he had visited.

He returned to the States in September of 1919, married his sweetheart Lillian Obert, raised a family of three including my mother, Bonnie, worked as a truck farmer and in a paper factory. He retired the day I started kindergarten and his job post-retirement was to walk me home from school. He lived what one might consider to be a quiet life. He refused to speak about his time in the military, even when he was asked, but in his last year, when he was bedridden and confused, he spent much of his time re-living the events of a war that, decades earlier, he had written about so quietly.