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May 29, 1918 - Don Martin writes letter home filled with war news


Don Martin diary entry for Wednesday, May 29, 1918: 
Wrote a ten page letter to Dorothy, much of it about the children of France. Went with [Edwin] James [New York Times] to Nancy. Wandered around. No news. On return wrote an advance cable on Decoration Day in France. Also wrote a cable on [Douglas] Campbell, the first American flying ace.
Lt. Douglas Campbell, 94th Aero Squadron
National Archives Photo No. 111-SC-11308, April 1918
 The German offensive continues. Is very formidable.
         Don Martin's cable, dated May 29, was about Douglas Campbell and also Eddie Rickenbacker. It was published in the New York Herald on May 30.
            Americans Taunted Foe By Air Pranks
By DON MARTIN
Special Correspondent of the New York Herald with the American Army in France    
[Special Cable to the Herald]
WITH THE AMERICAN ARMY IN FRANCE, Wednesday
              Douglas Campbell and Eddie Rickenbacker battled nearly three miles above the German lines with the six Boche aviators in the combat in which they shot down one and possibly two machines. Campbell and Rickenbacker each will get credit for a victory, and both certainly deserve it.
           The fight was in the sight of the men in the observation posts, who say that the airplanes were so numerous and also so nimble that they seemed like a flock of frightened birds. Shrapnel was bursting around the Americans as the fight neared a finish.
             The odds were heavily against our American fliers, who nevertheless sent a triplane to the ground and disabled a second machine, a biplane. The German batteries fired hundreds of rounds to shield the four monoplanes acting as protectors to the German biplanes, which are the observation machines.
             When all was over Campbell arose just out of range of the German shells and aircraft guns and turned a somersault directly over their batteries, just in the way of showing his contempt. Then he and Rickenbacker pursued the Germans back to a point five kilometres from the front line, returning amid a hail of shrapnel and escaping any injury.
              I talked with Rickenbacker on his return. “I think we surprised the Huns,” he said. “We saw six of them cruising around close to our lines. The biplanes were taking photographs while the scouts were protecting them. We flew up three miles and shot down toward the fleet. They saw us and began firing. We signaled ‘stick together,’ and singled out a biplane. When we began shooting, our shots were returned, but we decided to stick till we landed her. Others buzzed round but we managed to keep our altitude while we poured shots into the biplane.
              “We saw her start down and she landed in a strip of woods, no doubt finished. Then we picked out a second biplane and worked the same game on her. We poured shot with our machine guns while one of the monoplanes tried to get under our tails. Finally we saw the second biplane start down. Campbell said it landed but in bad shape.
            “The Huns certainly tried hard to get us, but just to show his contempt Campbell turned a flip-flop directly over their batteries. It’s a great game.”
         Campbell got another machine the day before in fighting three Germans.
         In the May 29 10-page letter addressed to 11-year old Dorothy, but obviously intended for the whole family, Don Martin included his experience in covering the war, his expectations for how it might continue, and he vented his feelings about the German use of gas. Here are excerpts.
Dorothy:
            ... I was in Paris for a week, first to see about going to the Rheims front and then to attend Mr. Bennett’s funeral. ... [Back in Neufchateau], we each have an automobile but very often go in groups of two or three for the sake of company. The rides are very long but the country now is very beautiful and the weather good so I don’t mind. There was one stretch of 26 days during which it rained on 24 days. Now it has been sunshiny every day for two weeks. ... Clouds are always floating around—this is in the Vosges country you know, which is the approach to the Alps—and storms come up very suddenly. The nights are cool.
            ... Our troops are scattered around so much now that it is hard to be where they all are—in fact it is impossible. The Herald gets the war stories of Percival Phillips of the London Express so that we are covered on the British front. Then from the French front we get the Associated Press reports. Phillips is the dean of the war correspondents and one of the best. He works for the London Express and the same articles he sends to the Express are cabled each night to New York. ... I roam around where the bulk of the American troops are and some day if I remain here will have stories just as big as those coming from the Picardy-Flanders front now. ...
            About the big offensive ... [it] is serious of course. Germany is throwing her full weight into it, sacrificing men like sheep in the expectation that she will emerge from the present test apparently the stronger of the two forces—so strong that the Allies will not dare to make an offensive themselves this year or next either; in fact not till United States comes into her full strength here. Should Germany be successful she would expect the unrest in France and England, or at least what she figures would become unrest, to force a peace which would be satisfactory to Germany. Of course no one knows what the result of the present offensive will be. The worst storm will be over by the time this letter reaches you and my personal opinion is that the Germans, after going ahead a good way and seeming like victors, will find themselves against some genuine [General Ferdinand]Foch (pronounced as if Fosh with the same 'o' sound as gosh) strategy and tactics which will give them the same kind of dose they got at the Marne. In a way it is the critical battle of the war because it is Germany’s last chance of impressing her will upon the world. A complete victory for her troops now would be a very serious if not disastrous affair but at the same time Germany might break the Allied line and then be licked in two years. She has troubles at home which are likely to break out. They are certain to make trouble for her military leaders if the present battle does not bring a great victory for Germany.
            France has a wonderful army yet. She has reserves who have never yet been in the line. When Germany goes up against these men, whose whereabouts is known only to French generals, there will be some dead Huns. The French are everywhere. They are backing up the line from end to end and they say there is no more chance of the Huns getting to Paris then there is of Germany capturing Philadelphia. If the battle now going on ends in what amounts in a draw then there will be a different story to tell. Germany will find herself gradually facing an army larger than her own and she will have to get back herself or draw back under constant attack. But that may not be till next spring and summer. It is bound to be a long war unless something cracks during the next six weeks and I do not think anything will crack. The Germans are desperate. I have seen examples of their barbarity which would not be believed unless actually seen. They are beasts. They don’t belong in a civilized world. They may seem like, and be, good citizens in times of peace. They may pay their bills, take part in public functions and help their respective communities, but they are all of the same material. They are the Vandals and Huns reincarnated and worse than their ancestors because education and scientific perfection make them more dangerous. I wouldn’t trust a German anywhere, no matter where he is. But they are in for a licking in my opinion and my only fear is that when peace seems in sight the sentimentalists and mollycoddles of the world will begin to weep because of the suffering of the poor German women and children and urge a peace which is too fair for Germany. The thing for the world to do if it can ever do it, is to go straight into Germany and devastate their country the same as they have devastated France, killing people wherever they find them and making the whole nation cry for mercy. Then after it begins to cry, go on to Berlin and tell the Germans how they must conduct themselves in the future. If some of the people in Silver Creek could see what I saw the other day—150 fine young Americans from out West, suffering from gas poisoning—they would never speak to a German as long as they live. I never saw anything to compare with the tortures of these youngsters many of whom are dead of course. The Germans threw a thousand huge gas shells into their line while the boys were asleep and there was not time even to get gas masks on. They are constantly inventing new gasses, each more deadly than the other, and they are all frightful. Of course the Allies are using gas. It is necessary. They would lose the war if they didn’t. But the Allies would never have resorted to such a fiendish method of warfare if the barbarians over the Rhine hadn’t started it....
With love
Dad
P.S. No, Notre Dame has not been hit by shells, bombs or anything else yet.

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