In the spirit of a blog consisting of letters from Pvt. Harry Lamin written during World War I, posted exactly as they were written 90 years ago, the following is written as if it was a letter composed very late at night on November 11, 1918.
Much of the text is verbatim from a tape recording I have of my Grandfather's oral history of the end of the war. Some additional background information is at the end of the article. (If you think you know who this is, please respect my anonymity.)
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November 11, 1918
With the American Expeditionary Force in France
Dear Mother and Father:
The last two days have been busy ones.
Yesterday, three or four of us were sitting in the hospital office, chewing the fat just before supper time, when toot toot toot we heard the screech of a steam engine whistle from a nearby train yard and warehouse area. The phone rang to report an explosion that required all of our ambulances as soon as possible. It seems that a work crew unloading 'dud' ammunition had tossed a live round into the mud flats, setting off all of the rest. Fortunately, what we found were mostly men covered in stinking mud. There were only a few with broken bones (and covered in stinking mud) who needed to be transported to the hospital.
This morning we were again sitting there as usual, chewing the fat before lunch, when toot toot toot toot went the whistle down by the warehouse again, so away we go in our four ambulances without even waiting for a call. When we got to the gate, we asked the very excited guard where the accident was. All we got in reply was "Fin la Guerre! Fin la Guerre! The war is over! It's all right! The war is over! It's eleven o'clock!"
We went home, but the camp was pretty well evacuated by that time. They'd all gone down to St. Nazaire to get drunk. So I said "Come on fellows, let's go there, too, and have a drink or two." We took a truck down to town and found a huge celebration going on. Drinks were free. Bottles were on the counter. "Help yourself! Fin la Guerre! The war is over!" People were in the streets dancing around and having a hell of a good time.
After a while, since we didn't drink that much, we headed back to camp. I took a load of ten drunks back with me in the truck. When I got to camp, I was in for what turned out to be a long day and night treating casualties of the peace. We'd get a call from an MP about a bunch of fellows all drunk and raising hell. So we'd send an ambulance down and pick up all the riff raff we could and take them back to the hospital. Some needed emergency treatment for alcohol poisoning and the DTs, while others sobered up and walked back to town to continue the celebration.
It is now 3 AM and has finally quieted down. I guess it's really tomorrow, but it is still Armistice Day for us.
Love, Your Son.
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My Grandfather joined the Army while in college and served with the Corps of Engineers. In WW I that meant lots of work on trenches and bridges and roads, mostly to fix damage on the front lines. One time he took a bullet off of his helmet, like in the opening scene from "Saving Private Ryan", except he lived to tell about it. He also got a touch of mustard gas that sent him to hospital. After his recovery from that injury, he worked with an ambulance crew. The war took two years out of his college education, but he saw more of the world than he did in the rest of his life, working with people from cultures he had barely heard about in school -- such as the "A-rabs", probably Muslim conscientious objectors, he worked with at the hospital.
PS -
If you know anything about censorship of mail during war, you would quickly realize that the first part of this letter (about the munitions explosion) would never have been delivered as written! In addition, the part about it being his idea to go join in the party would have been self censored. I don't think his Mother or Father knew half of what he did, just as few parents today know what their kids have faced during our current war. I left out lots of details from his story, mostly about how they treated guys who were nearly dead from alcohol poisoning. Pretty messy.
PS2 -
I also doubt if his parents knew about the time he and his buddies used a fire hose to wash a kid right out of his dorm room window. And people complain about "kids today". Ha!
Note added later today:
News story from the BBC about the 90th anniversary events in England, plus a link to a TV report about Harry Lamin's letters. Also links to BBC articles with video of wreath laying by 3 of the 4 surviving WW I British vets and of ceremonies in France.
Another article about that ceremony at Verdun is worth a read, just to let it sink in that the bones of 130,000 unknown soldiers found after the war are there along with the graves of 15,000 bodies collected on the battlefield ... and that those are barely more than half of the men who died in that one battle. That puts the 58,000 names on the Vietnam Memorial in a different perspective. I once worked out that France's casualties in WW I scale up to the US losing 4 million men (rather than 400,000 men) in WW II, a number roughly equal to the number who served in the US Army during that war. Imagine the effect on the US if every WW II Army vet you know of had died in that war.
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