Sunday, July 5, 2009
Harry Buzzell's World War I Story, Part 10
Time to start thinking about the 4th of July and family gatherings. Harry Buzzell, my grandfather's brother, automatically comes to mind as he is the one in our family who made the ultimate sacrifice in 1918 during World War I in France. His story was captured in his own words in 60 letters that he wrote home from 1914 to 1918.
I've written about him before some and even presented a speech once. But now I want to look at it again and thought that I would create a series about him in honor of the July 4th holiday weekend.
Excerpts From Harry’s Letters
(Here I have changed the grammar and spelling. Pictured today is Harry's brother, Clyde, in his World War I uniform. Clyde entered the service first and returned to the Woodland home farm after the war. Harry was killed and buried in France in 1918.)
About army hiking, written November 4, 1917, Camp Gordon, Atlanta, Georgia, to Mother
Some fellers fall out most every hike. Then they are picked up in the ambulance and hauled along. It’s quite a test, but I haven’t had to fall out yet. They make them walk as long as they can. If they think they are only spleeny, two officers walk beside them and make them walk.
to be continued