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October 1, 1918: Don Martin reports 'heaviest resistance' in Argonne forest

       Don Martin spent Tuesday, October 1, at the front and visiting the wounded at a field hospital. His cable to the New York Herald reporting on his day was published on Wednesday, Oct 2.
New York Troops Are Fighting 
In Argonne Jungle
Don Martin Tells How Americans Advance, 
Crawling On Stomachs
By Don Martin,
Special Correspondent of the Herald
WITH THE AMERICAN ARMIES IN FRANCE, Tuesday
               I am permitted to say that New York troops now are fighting in the Argonne Forest.
     [The unit mentioned by Mr. Martin probably is the Seventy-seventh, or Metropolitan, Division, which is composed of drafted men trained at Camp Upton. The Seventy-seventh Division was last reported in the Vesle-Aisne fighting.]
           In the face of the heaviest resistance, the Americans continue to advance steadily northwest of Verdun, with their principal gains to-day along the edge of the Argonne Forest.
               It now is conceded that the Germans in this sector are beginning a policy of retirement similar to the defensive scheme employed in their retreat following the second battle of the Marne. Briefly, this scheme provides for a slow retirement while inflicting the heaviest possible losses on our attacking troops.
                While the enemy is making strong efforts to hold his present line, indications are that he is preparing for a backward movement. Observers to-day reported large fires back of the German lines on the American left and this is taken to indicate they are destroying supplies which they find it impossible to take away. As I write this the battle line from the Meuse to Argonne Forest is a sheet of flame.
Huns Deliberately Sacrifice Men
                Despite the heavy opposition, our men are going steadily forward. The foe has systematized his defensive campaign here and is relying almost entirely on machine guns and grenades to slow us up. In the Argonne his tactics call for the sacrificing of groups of half a dozen machine gunners and grenade throwers in the hope of killing thrice that number of Americans.
        The struggle in this forest is easily the most picturesque of any in the entire four years of war. The Argonne in many places becomes a veritable jungle. In this heavy undergrowth the Huns, securely hidden away, lie in wait for the Americans. As our men come within range the Huns open up their rapid firers. I have talked to scores of our doughboys who have been in this fighting, and all of them tell stories of fierce hand to hand encounters and of progress against almost insuperable opposition.
              “I have been in the fighting there for four days,” Isidor Berkovitz, one of our doughboys, told me to-day. “Up to the time I entered it, I thought that I knew something abut what fighting was. But I didn’t. I got a new slant on it in the Argonne. We have been advancing mostly on our stomachs – crawling forward and groping through that wilderness and never knowing whether we were a yard or a mile from the enemy until he would open on us with his machine guns.”
              “The commander of a patrol detachment of which I was a member got tired of this kind of carrying on by the Huns and said he would show one of these enemy machine gun nests a thing or two. He shouted a command to us and instantly a German gunner about thirty feet away from us blazed away. Five of our men were wounded, but we got the Hun. He will never ambush another American.”
           The enemy evidently is striving frantically to establish himself in the Kriemhilde line and is constantly bringing up divisions from Metz and other concentration centres to contest every foot of the terrain over which we are moving forward.
                Every indication is that he expected to hold this territory for all time and that he never expected to return any part of it to France. Now that he is being forced back, he is destroying everything that he cannot take away with him. At many places the destruction that he wrought is complete. He has felled trees, destroyed roads and spread wreck and devastation over the face of the land. We have found scores of mined dugouts, and while there have been but few explosions in them, those that have occurred have been severe.
              I know an American officer of high rank who recently had a very narrow escape while passing through a section of a mined highroad on his way to an inspection of the front line. The vehicle in which he was traveling was blown to pieces when its wheels passed over the wires that set off the mine. I know of more than a score of instances where camion wheels set off mines.
                Another case has been reported of an innocent looking wire extending into a dugout. A doughboy pulled it and in a flash the dugout vanished in the air, with nothing left of it but a great crater in the earth.
               In this way the Huns are seeking to impress upon the Allies their power of destruction and resistance. This also partly explains why our advance is not so fast as some of the home folk might wish. I need only say that here it is necessary to exercise the most extreme caution in advancing into territory which has been evacuated by the Huns, especially when they have had time before their flight to lay their devilish traps and to vent their fiendishness.
            It unquestionably is true that Germany is using some of her very best shock troops on our front, thus lessening her strength on other parts of the allied line and making it easier for our allies to carry out their offensive elsewhere. It is equally pertinent that the German reserves are fast being used up or exhausted in the wild effort to check the victorious advance of the armies under Marshal Foch all the way from the North Sea to the Meuse. It also is true, however, that the enemy soon will have other reserves that will be in condition to reinforce his line.
              While it may seem immodest for an American newspaper writer to dwell at great length on the heroism of the American troops, each eulogy is more than justified by events. To-day I went through a hospital back of our lines where most of the wounded in the Argonne fighting have been taken. There I met Dr. John J. Morehead of New York City, who is attached to the Red Cross in this sector.
            [Dr. Morehead before entering the service was a professor of surgery at the New York Post-Graduate Medical School and Hospital, visiting surgeon at the Park and Harlem hospitals and assistant visiting surgeon at the Post-Graduate Hospital. He is a member of the Academy of Medicine and of the New York County Medical Society. His New York residence is at No. 115 East Sixty-fourth street.]
              Dr. Morehead led me through those hospital wards where the most severely wounded men had been taken. They came from every part of the United States.
               “I have seen patients in every degree of illness and with all kinds of wounds and who possessed great fortitude and courage, but never in my experience as a surgeon have I seen such patients as we have here,” he said. “They are the nerviest men in the whole world.”
               “Here is a man who is dying. A bullet penetrated his jaw and ploughed its way into his throat. He can’t live an hour, and he knows it, but just watch him try to smile.” He leaned over the cot upon which the doughboy lay with his eyes closed and asked him how he felt. “Better, thank you,” the wounded doughboy replied.
               “That’s the spirit of all of them here,” he continued, speaking to me.
                 “There are amusing incidents here, too. To-day a Jewish lad, recovering from the effect of an anaesthetic, was very talkative and brushed the surgeon aside, ordered him away. “Go away from me,” he said, “or I’ll send for the doctor in the next block.”
                 “A negro from Virginia saw specters of death and annihilation, but when he was quite conscious I asked him what he thought of the war. “I’m jes natu’lly a peaceful nigger, an’ I ain’t ‘xactly used to it yit,” he said. ”I’m a stevedore an’ a cook, and when the war’s over I’ll try to get a job where they ain’t no machine guns, for they’s bad business for a nigger.”
            Dr. Morehead said they have many wounded Germans in the hospital and that they are men of fine physical condition and hard to kill. He attributed their strong constitutions to the training they have had and to their long campaigning.
              In the fighting in the vicinity of the Meuse our forces have captured Russian guns, which the Germans had brought to this front and had used against us. These same guns now are hurling high explosives into the German lines.
        American air supremacy in this sector is unquestioned, and meanwhile our aviators are winning new laurels. One of our flying men was told this morning to observe and report on the situation back of the German lines It was a dangerous undertaking, but he returned inside our lines in forty minutes and dropped a message containing his report at American headquarters. From his airdrome he went directly to a hospital with a bullet through one of his legs. While on his flight he had been bombarded by enemy anti-aircraft guns and attacked by boche flyers.
                Another of our observers while alone and far over the German lines completed his observation work and engaged five enemy airplanes. Returning to his airdrome he found a bullet had punctured his gasoline tank and that it was leaking badly. Soon the tank was empty, and although his situation was most desperate he began volplaning and succeeded in landing inside our lines. He made a difficult landing, and in making it suffered slight injuries.
        Published in the Paris Herald on Wednesday, October 2.    
One American Unit Takes 1,200 Huns
 (Special Telegram to the Herald)
By DON MARTIN
WITH THE AMERICAN ARMIES, Tuesday
            With their forces freshened the Germans this morning made a severe counter-attack north of Apremont, but were repulsed by the Americans, who have everywhere held their advanced positions.
            The Germans used much gas during the night and shelled many back areas during the day. It is very evident that one effect of the American offensive has been the diversion hither of troops which had been intended for use at other points.
            Many German divisions have been employed opposite the Americans during the last six days. Near Varennes, it is now learned, four American infantrymen captured seventy-five German prisoners. The Germans were in a position where they could have been attacked on two sides. The Americans appeared, demanded their surrender and not a German resisted.
            Explorations show a most interesting underground system in the vicinity of Vauquois. Tunnels a hundred yards long led to spacious chambers where the Germans had been living in luxury. Everything had been provided for the comfort of the officers.
            One unit of Americans has, up to date, captured, besides twelve hundred prisoners, two Russian 100-mm. guns, five 6-inch howitzers, between fifty and sixty heavy machine guns and sixty railway cars.
        Published in the Paris Herald on Wednesday, October 2.    
Hard Pressed by Americans, 
Enemy Manifests Unrest
 (Special Telegram to the Herald)
By DON MARTIN
WITH THE AMERICAN ARMIES, Tuesday night
              There were some indications late to-day on the battlefront west of the Meuse that the Germans are preparing to withdraw from their advanced positions on our left. They are moving their guns rearwards.
            The enemy has been hard pressed by the Americans during the last twenty-four hours and is showing many signs of unrest.
            Published in the Paris Herald on Wednesday, October 2.
KANSAS TROOPS SET FINE EXAMPLE 
IN RECENT FIGHTING
American Pilots Continue to Hold Mastery of Air
and Bomb German Lines
 (Special Telegram to the Herald)
By DON MARTIN
WITH THE AMERICAN ARMIES, Tuesday
                       I have seen one of the typical fighters of the Kansas contingent which the communiqué says has been in the hard fighting recently. He is William B. Wilson, engineer, of St. John, Kansas—a fine, upstanding youth. He said:---
                       “I belong to a wireless outfit. We went over with the first wave, but part of our apparatus got lost, so it was no use continuing. We got together and decided we ought to do something, so threw away all our burdens, got bayonets and went ahead with the boys.”
                       In addition to visiting some of the boys who have been engaged in the Argonne fighting I went through a hospital, where mostly Americans are being tended. There I saw a remarkable example of fortitude which is illustrative of the spirit of the whole army. One young man, who from appearance was accustomed to rough work, was lying in a cot actually trying to smile, though terribly wounded. A bullet had gone through his jaw and throat and he was certain to die in a few hours. The surgeon said to me: “He is one of the nerviest chaps I ever saw. He knows he is going to die.” Then the surgeon leaned over and asked the boy, who evidently was in great pain, “Do you feel better?” to which the lad replied, “Yes, sir, I do.”
These Boys Never Complained
                       I talked to Major John J. Morehead, the eminent surgeon, of New York City, now with the Kansas troops. He is in charge of a large Red Cross hospital. He said:--
                       “These boys are the most wonderful I have ever known. They never complain; never say they are in pain. We ask some whom we know are suffering intensely how they are getting on, and they say: ‘Oh, pretty well.’ “
                       An incident which was somewhat inspiring occurred while I was in the hospital. Some officers seriously wounded were brought in. Transfusion of blood was certain to save their lives. Major Morehead went to the gas ward, where twenty sturdy youngsters were being treated as slightly gassed.
                       “I’ve got two officers who need blood,” he said. “Anyone here who’ll volunteer?” “Sure, we’ll give them all the blood they want,” was the reply. Every boy bared his arm. Four of the volunteers were accepted. The officers will recover.
                       A negro with a wound in his arm came rushing into the hospital alone and said: “Gosh, my whole regiment is destroyed! Only two left—me an’ de fellow coming along behind me!”
                       The Americans continue to maintain their supremacy in the air. Our bombers have been active over the German back lines, doing much damage. A thrilling story is told of an air observer who was ordered to make observations over a vital point of the line. He was assailed by anti-aircraft guns and was also attacked by Boche fliers. He nevertheless returned to headquarters, made his report and then flew to his base, whence he was taken to hospital with a bullet in his thigh.

                       Scores of incidents demonstrating the courage of American fliers might be told and will be told soon. These boys are earning everlasting laurels for themselves and their country and are bearing their losses with “Oh, well, it’s all part of the game.”

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