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Dad's father, Clarence, served in World War I. He was in France from 1918-1919 with the 355th Infantry, 89th Division. In August, 1918, he attended the Army's Gas school and became a non-commissioned officer. At the St. Mihiel offensive, he was shot with mustard gas on September 14, 1918.
Dad's father, Clarence, served in World War I. He was in France from 1918-1919 with the 355th Infantry, 89th Division. In August, 1918, he attended the Army's Gas school and became a non-commissioned officer. At the St. Mihiel offensive, he was shot with mustard gas on September 14, 1918.I have very vivid memories of my grandfather telling us many tales about his adventures in WWI. Being gassed was one of the worst experiences of his life. This is how he explained it in his own words in a newspaper article of the time:
"The gas shells are shot from mortars and are used just like artillery. The gas shells sound different than the artillery, however. They sound like a bottle filled with water making a sort of a bubbling sound. When they explode, the gas escapes with a noise like compressed air being released.
Generally, the enemy would send over tear gas before the mustard gas. This would make our eyes smart and water and we would want to take off our masks, but the mustard gas that followed would get us if we did. That was the German's game. They wanted us to take off our masks just in time to get a shot of the mustard gas.
Mustard gas was the worst kind of gas the enemy used. It would slowly eat a man who inhaled it. If it even came in contact with a slight scratch, it would infect it and poisoning would set in."
In honor of my amazing grandfather Clarence--and all our troops who sacrifice so much for our freedom--happy Memorial Day.



































