Posts Tagged ‘Military’

Kitchen Police

December 10, 2012

kp duty - potato peeler


(This poem presumably written by a soldier is valuable as indicating the saving sense of humor possessed by our men and which carries them through the difficult days of the training period and sustains them in the sterner and more trying days that follow.)


Sitting here in the kitchen, peeling a bucket of spuds,
Wearing a dirty apron to cover my blue serge duds,
A hundred thousand in the bank, “Society man” — that’s me;
Just because I was late at roll call, they gave me a week’s K.P.

Sitting here in the kitchen, with slops all over my jeans;
Picking rocks and splinters out of a barrel of beans,
My thoughts have gone a-wandering to what I used to be
Before I missed that last post car and they gave me a week’s K.P.

I think of the nights I squandered, doing the barroom stunt;
Gee! what a sissy I was — what a hopeless, hopeless runt!
Oh, I was there with the girls, boys, and they called me a “lady’s man.”
What would they say if they saw me now, scraping a greasy pan.

The mess sergeant’s a slaver; he gives a man no rest.
The first cook is a villain, but I have the second best.
Oh, sure, boys, I enlisted to march away to war,
But they’ve got me here in the kitchen, doing the company chores.

A week policing the kitchen, watching the biscuits browned —
Me, who used to order two thousand men around.
I wonder what those two thousand would say if they saw me now
Washing a hundred dishes, ready for 6 o’clock chow?

Two months ago, in a greenhouse, I held Anita’s hand,
Told her that I had enlisted to fight for my native land.
She leaned her head on my shoulder, said she’d be proud of me;
She’d be proud, all right, if she saw me now, doing a week’s K.P.

Dumping the slush in the hogpan, scrubbing the kitchen floor,
Swabbing a slimy mush-pan until my hands are sore,
Fixing the hash for supper, putting ice in the tea —
Archibald Percival Knutty, “society man” — that’s me!

The Daily Northwestern (Oshkosh, Wisconsin) Jul 25, 1918

Armed Forces Day

May 19, 2012

Teamed for Defense!

May 20, 1950 – Our Country’s First Armed Forces Day

Nevada State Journal (Reno, Nevada) May 19, 1950

U.S. Might Paraded Across World by Military Forces

America Displays Preparedness

Propaganda War to be Stepped Up

San Antonio Express (San Antonio, Texas) May 21, 1950

A Yankee Reply to a British Insult

November 18, 2009


An American officer who carried a flag over to the British lines, after having dispatched the business of his mission, was invited by the British commanding officer to dinner. As usual the wine was circulated, and a British officer being called upon for a toast gave Mr. Madison, “dead or alive,” which the Yankee drank without appearing to notice. When it came to the American’s turn to give a toast, he gave the Prince Regent “drunk or sober.” Sir, said the British officer, bristling up and colouring with anger, that is an insult. No sir, answered the American very coolly, it is only a reply to one.

Petersburg Courier.

Ohio Repository, The (Canton, Ohio) Mar 30, 1815

WWI Letters: PENN Boys Training at Camp Hancock

May 12, 2009
Camp Hancock, Augusta, GA

Camp Hancock, Augusta, GA

Camp Hancock,
Augusta, Ga., Sept. 15, ’17.

Editor Messenger:

I now take the pleasure of dropping you a few lines, the first chance I have had, as I was sick since arriving in camp.

I am feeling fine again and getting ready for drill Monday, as wew start in Monday on our drill schedule, having camp in tip top shape.

The boys that were at the border last year say they would rather be in Texas to drill than here, the sand here is very dirty, when you get through drilling you look like a negro.

The weather has not been very hot here since we have arrived and we had one or two very cool nights.

We had another innoculation the third day we were here and most of the boys felt the effects of it.

Co. F is getting its first guard duty tonight since arriving. We expect to get 16 weeks of training before going to France.

There is talk of making up another rainbow division of the Pennsylvania troops and if they do we expect to go in a month or two.

The boys are all anxious to go to France and all are in the best of spirits.

Please remember me to the people in Indiana.

Yours sincerely,

Indiana Weekly Messenger (Indiana, Pennsylvania) Sep 20, 1917

Dear Editor:
I received the paper and am glad to hear of what takes place in old Indiana. We are going on a six-mile hike tomorrow after inspection and expect it to be a corker as it is very hot here in the day time. The evenings are very cool and a fellow sure does feel like creeping under the blankets.

The boys are getting down to business now. They are organizing a football team and going into it in the good old style. Boxing is an every day performance in camp, for as soon as there is an argument it is settled with the boxing gloves.

The boys never get rusty at handling a gun for we get enough physical exercise, double time and drill in eight hours to realize what real soldier life is like.

The continuous drilling that we receive every day certainly is getting all the boys in good health and our muscles are getting as hard as bricks.

The reorganization will take place Monday and we expect to receive our additional one hundred men from the 18th regiment.

The 10th regiment had their last regimental parade this evening as it will now be known as 111th.

The boys are all making a mad dash for their mail now, so I will join them and bring this brief note to a close.

Yours respectfully,
Camp Lee.
October 6, 1917.

To a Friend in Old Pa.
(By Corp. Geor. G. Flury, Co. D. 8th Pa. Infantry.)

Far away in the South-land,
In the land of Cotton and Pine,
Where the banjoes ring and darkies sing,
I’m thinking of a friend divine.
You remember the day we parted,
In the State we love so well,
When the sun goes down in Dixie, Friend
My thoughts go back to you.
‘Tis great to feel in Dixie,
That you’ve a friend in Old Pa.
That’s why, just at twilight, Friend,
My thoughts go back to you.
when things go wrong in Dixie,
And I’m longing for Old Pa.
I take my pipe, and serenely smoke,
Till my thoughts drift back to you.
Pennsylvania heard the call of Columbia,
So she sent us to fight and save,
When o’er the dark blue sea I’m sailing, Friend,
My thoughts will go back to you.
When the Kaiser gets his whipping,
By the boys from Old Pa.
When the U-Boats sink in the deep blue sea, Friend,
Then I’ll come back to you.
P.S. — The foregoing poem is very popular with the boys.


Indiana Weekly Messenger (Indiana, Pennsylvania) Oct 11,  1917

Name:George G Flury
Home in 1920:    Overseas Military, Germany, Military and Naval Forces
Age:   20 years
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1900
Birthplace:     Pennsylvania
Relation to Head-of-house:     Sergeant
Father’s Birth Place:     Pennsylvania
Mother’s Birth Place:     Pennsylvania
Marital Status:     Single
Race:     White
Sex:     Male

This is the casualty list from The Washington Post, Tuesday, October 1, 1918:

(This was posted by an unnamed person on rootsweb, link includes the whole list)




FLURY, George G., Wrightsville, Pa.

Name: George G Flury
Home in 1900: Wrightsville, York, Pennsylvania
Age: 9/12
Birth Date: Aug 1899
Birthplace: Pennsylvania
Race:     White
Ethnicity: American
Gender: Male
Relationship to head-of-house: Son
Father’s Name: Abe M
Father’s Birthplace: Pennsylvania
Mother’s Name:     Mary
Mother’s Birthplace: Pennsylvania
Marital Status: Single
Residence : Wrightsville Borrough, York, Pennsylvania
Household Members:
Name     Age
Abe M Flury 26 [Sep 1873]
Mary Flury  24 [Jun 1875]
George G Flury  9/12 [Aug 1899]

*George was still single in 1930, living with his parents.

*W.J. Stack: I haven’t found anything else on him, but since I don’t have a first name, it is hard to search for him.