m a r k e r i c k s o n p a i n t i n g s Frank Severin Erickson Ernest Julius Erickson Andrew Anders Sebran Erickson American Expeditionary Force 1918 - 1919 Out West & North Dakota
My great uncle Ernest Julius Erickson was part of the American Expeditionary Force in France 1918 His in-the-field diary entries from September 26th through October 8th, 1918 are below: |
My great uncle Ernest Julius Erickson wrote in his diary starting in September 26th and continued on till October 8th, 1918.
He was a member of the 361st Regiment of the American Expeditionary Force. Ernest Julius Erickson found himself along with his regiment in the midst of the Battle of the Argonne Forest, in what would be referred to as The Meuse - Argonne Offensive located on the Western Front in France. It was fought from September 26th 1918, until the Armistice on the the 11th of November, 1918, a total of 47 days. The Meuse-Argonne Offensive was the largest in United States military history, involving 1.2 million American soldiers, and was one of a series of Allied attacks known as the Hundred Days Offensive, which brought an end to the war. The battle cost 28,000 German lives and 26,277 American lives, making it the largest and bloodiest operation of World War I for the American Expeditionary Force (AEF), which was commanded by General John J. Pershing. Ernest Julius wrote these words in dangerous situations, yet having an unique sense of humor in these dire circumstances. I can only imagine what it was like to be stuck down in a cold muddy exposed trench, writing these thoughts as battles raged, sniper fire sounding and German artillery soaring overhead and ofttimes exploding far too close for comfort. He begins his writing one morning on the 26th of September of 1918. Morning of September 26th 1918 We marched all night to a position from where we could follow up the heavy artillery barrage which was just put down on the enemy position for five hours. at 5:30 a.m. we started out crossing the enemy lines without any opposition, until noon when we were held up by machine gun fire by the enemy. cleared up the woods in a few minutes and took some prisoners, then marched and were held up again upon reaching the open space at a farm - where we lost a few men by artillery fire. we reached our objective but had some stiff fighting that we ran into. September 27th Snipers and machine gun nests which caused us some delay. dug in for the night. took up the march again, but ran into some more machine gun fire and snipers which were placed in an orchard round a small village. here is where we had the worst opposition. first battalion was in the lead and showed that they were real fighting men. September 28th Could not go back to previous position today as the enemy artillery had the place under fire. had to fall back to last night’s camp, but did not lose any personnel. took up the fight again later and gained ground with stiff fighting. a few small losses of men and gained our objective. September 29th Took some more ground and arrived at the Huns strong point and had a hell of a time to get them out. September 30th Went through the woods and have halted. men are pretty well worn out. Enemy are shelling this woods all the time. September 31st We have not advanced anymore, Huns still shelling the place October 1st, 1918 Had one of the stiffest shell fires since we started. lost a few men in the woods October 2nd No gain against the Hun. guns still working on this place, but doing little damage. our kitchen arrived day before yesterday. had hot coffee for the first time since we started and I say it was not hard to take. October 3rd - 4pm Still here and listening to the music of the Hun guns. Hell has turned loose for certain. me and my pal Kune have been in our hole face down waiting for the big one with our name and address on it, but evidently Fritze does not know our names yet. one shell struck a dug out only about eleven feet from ours, killing one and one badly wounded. took the wounded back to first aid and going through the woods I would not have given 2 cents for the four of us that carried the mangled back, for again hell opened up its doors for us. our road was lit up with bursting shrapnel, but got through without a scratch. 7:30pm. Got relieved, but we were halted in the woods when we were again shot to pieces, that's where I got my first taste of shrapnel. received a small bruise in the back which did not feel good, thought I was wounded bad, but came to find out it was not all that bad. it was that first blow to the back, what put me out. October 4th We are now back of the Huns and it seems good to be back to where the big shell are not falling. also got a letter or two from home which makes things so much brighter. October 5th Got cleaned up and feel so much better. how much nicer it is to be back of the big guns than it is to be in-between them. it always makes things more pleasant when you can hear the shells go over you and towards the enemy than when they come your way. for then you do not know when one of those big ones may take a fancy and want to get in the same hole as yourself. There sure is not room for the both of you and in all, as most cases you go out in pieces. October 6th Moved our camp back a few hundred meters. we were all hoping that they would take us back to same billet, but not yet. had a letter from the best girl in the states yesterday which makes all the world smile so much brighter. October 7th This is the date we were moved back. thinking that we was going to get a rest. but was again called to the line. marched all night in a freezing rain and the vicious mud sure sticks to a man’s feet. October 8th Got to our destination this morning. all tired out. the Huns sure sent down a heavy barrage behind us, and later in morning amongst us. we did not lose many men. we are now in support of the Engineers which advanced a short distance. s |
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