Don Martin diary entry for Sunday,
March 31, 1918, Easter: Easter
and nothing but suggestions of war everywhere. American troops moving through
Neufchateau in the rain and mud all day and most of the night. They are
relieving the French in quiet sectors so the French can go up to help in the
big fight. Indications are that the French have checked the advance of the
Germans but the situation is still serious. It is all up to the French again.
The British didn’t last. Gen. Foch, Frenchman, made commander in chief.
I stayed in Neufchateau all day. Wrote some
mail stuff – also letter to Dorothy. Sat around the club till 11 with Floyd
Gibbons and some Hearst men.
Weather rainy except for
two hours of sunshine.
Don Martin was not permitted by General Pershing to write up the interview on March 30, so he wrote up and cabled an optimistic report of his interview with Secretary Baker. It was published
in the New York Herald on Sunday, March 31, 1918.
TROOPS SPLENDID, SECRETARY
BAKER TELLS THE HERALD
Greets Reporter at the Front as He Leaves Field
Hospital
CAME UNDER FIRE IN FRONT TRENCHES
Germans Became Active as Soon as Secretary Arrived
and Maintained Ceaseless Bombardment
By DON MARTIN
[Special Cable
to the Herald]
AMERICAN FRONT in France, Tuesday (delayed)
Covered with mud from the front line
trenches and glowing with enthusiasm for the splendid examples of devotion and
valor he had seen on the American front, Secretary Baker said to a reporter to
the HERALD:--
“I am glad to say to a paper of such wide
influence both in Europe and America as the HERALD that I have continued my
trip along the front with increasing interest. I find the boys from everywhere
in splendid condition and splendid spirit.”
The Secretary greeted the HERALD reporter
as he left the hospital where he gave permission to a wounded American soldier
to wear the Cross of War granted by the French government. The men under the
officer touchingly thanked the Secretary for this tribute to the officer, whom
they love and revere for his heroism.
On “Frontier of Freedom”
Earlier in the day the Secretary uttered a
phrase which thrilled the soldiers standing near by and which will live. He
said as he surveyed the Boche front from the parapet of the front line
trenches:--
“I have been from factory and farm to the
front line trenches. Now I am on the frontier of freedom.”
A shell burst one hundred and twenty feet
from the Secretary and caused excitement among the officers who had undertaken
a safe conduct for the head of the War Department. But that did not worry Mr.
Baker, who merely asked the size of the shell and whether anyone had been hurt.
Secretary Under Fire
Other shells burst near by and the Germans
became active as soon as the Secretary arrived at the front. They maintained
ceaseless bombardment of the American batteries, so the Secretary was unable to
see them at close range.
The Secretary’s trip to the front trenches
amazed the soldiers, none of whom knew of his approach. Many recognized him and
many did not. One sentry demanded his pass, but condescended to overlook it
when a general said the visitor was the Secretary of War.
Mr. Baker wore a trench coat, helmet, gas
mask and other paraphernalia and talked familiarly with men from a dozen
States. He complimented them on their fine spirit in coming as far as five
thousand mile3s from home to help win the war against the worst autocracy in
the history of the world.
In the trenches a soldier said he had the
grip, and the Secretary asked:--“Have you got a grip on the Germans, too?” The
soldier replied, “You bet we have.”
Shoot Better Than Germans
The Secretary asked, “Can you shoot better
than the Germans?” The reply of the soldier was, “We certainly can.”
The spirit of the men overjoyed the
Secretary. He is filled with pride at the bearing and determination of the men
and at the achievement already to their credit. He is also gratified to find
the boys from forty-eight States fighting with vim and fire shoulder to
shoulder with the soldiers of France and Britain.
National Archives Photo No. 165-WW-439A-42 4/11/1918 |
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