Floyd Taylor
At the end of June, it will have been one hundred
years since World War One started, in that June 28th is the date
Franz Ferdinand was assassinated in Sarajevo. In April of 1917, America joined
the fight. One year later, in May 1918, the U.S. passed the Selective Service
Act, which allowed our government to raise an army to fight via conscription.
By the summer of 1918, America was sending 10,000 fresh soldiers to France
every day. One of those soldiers was Daniel Floyd Taylor, twin to Lloyd.
The Selective Service Act divided men into four
categories. Aunt CB explains: “Daddy was married and
he was a telegrapher in railroad so was exempt.” Although exempt,
Lloyd’s category as being in an enterprise essential to the war effort meant he
could be called up if needed. As we
know, the war was essentially over by the time Floyd made it to France, so there
was never a need for expanded call ups.
Aunt CB continues with Floyd and
Goldie’s story: “Floyd was married and Aunt Goldie was expecting. Thus
when he (Floyd) went into the army Goldie came to live with Mom and Daddy (Lloyd
and Ethel) at Oakfield and Rexford was born there. He was born Feb 26, 1919,
Ruth was born Jan 9th 1918, and Arnon was born Dec 26, 1919 so they had a
houseful!”
Floyd married Aunt Goldie on April 4th,
1918, and was inducted into the army on July 5th, 1918 in Batavia.
He was in the 420th Telegraph Battalion, Signal Corps (or ‘420 Tel
Bn Sig C’ as noted on his military papers).
Floyd Taylor
But, let’s let Floyd tell his story:
From Floyd’s Journal:
11-3-18—On
the Eve of Departure for France (Floyd begins by
remembering the start of his military service)
Enlisted
for the U.S. Service as an auto mechanic on July 15th. Was sent to
the Rochester Mechanic’s Institute. Was transferred as an electrician. Left
Rochester September 15th going to Little Silver, N.J. to the camp
known as Camp Vail Signal Corps Head Quarters. While there was transferred to
cooks quarters. Was further transferred to Headquarters as officer’s cook.
Left
Camp Vail on the 18th October for Camp Merritt. This was the first
time that I had the soldier’s pack on my back and it was Jonah to carry. Helped
to cook during the thirty-six hours there. Left there Saturday about two
o’clock…there was five miles for us and with hills to climb. Never to be
forgotten march. The poor boys who became exhausted dropping out and being
picked up by ambulances. The last mile, carried the Adjutant’s pack. The steep
descent to the river. What trying moments.
Sunday
about eleven o’clock we went on board the Orduna of the Cunard Line, setting
out on voyage on the 20th of October. Such sea sickness. Sick once.
Had very little duty. Wonderful voyage with singing and sports on deck every
day. Saw no submarines. While crossing ocean, fourteen transports accompanied
us. Our convoy a battleship and cruiser. Thirty-six hours out, a convoy of
about a dozen submarine chasers met us. Battleship and cruiser returned to N.Y.
How we hated to see it go. Happily, we reached Liverpool on the 31st
of October (Halloween).
We
greeted port with loud Hurrahs. Quaint architecture of buildings being what we
noticed first. Walked through streets to (train) station. People greeting us with loud exclamations,
children asking for pennies.
Went
on train. Reached Camp Codford on the morning of November 1st. Went
into barracks. Boards for beds (Hard). This was a rest camp, and what a good
time we had. Went for walk every day. England very picturesque. Everything
green. Thatched roofs on buildings. New Zealanders and Australians soldiers
here for rest after having been wounded. Walked to German prisoner’s camp.
11-4-18
Started
about five o’clock for the train station. Five thousand boys leaving the camp and
ten thousand more coming in. On reaching destination, Southhampton, we all were
lined up shoulder to shoulder, front to front. Here we remained all day. Many
troops came in during the day and lined up beside us, English included.
On
one large boat they were loading horses and mules. They load out 15,000 every
nine days. Splendid animals mostly shipped from America. Our eats for the day
was Bully Beef and bread (Ed.--Bully beef or corned beef in
tins was the main meal in the trenches also. Men were advised to pierce the tin
before fully opening it. If the can hissed, the beef had ‘gone off’ and should
not be eaten. Also, according to one website, the men were all given the same
amount of rations, with enlisted men served before officers, but horses before
any men at all.)
About
5:30 embarked on boat Narragansett for Havre, France. Were packed in like so
many cattle. Unslung packs and slept that night on bare floors (stuffy and
horrible). Our first real taste of troop life. Too high seas prevented us from
going. I got up and made coffee, about 100 gallons. Boys were served hard tack,
cheese (Ahh, hard tack—also known as ‘worm castles’ or
‘molar breakers’ by the men of WW 1-- has been around for a very long time as
war and sailing rations. It is a simple biscuit made out of flour and
water. During the Civil War, hard
tack left over from the Mexican War of 1848 was given to lucky Northern
soldiers. The G. H. Bent Company in Milton, Massachusetts, an original purveyor
of hardtack provisions to the Union Army, still bakes the hardtack cracker for
Union re-enactors.)
Boats only cross the Channel at night. About
4:30 we set off for France. About 11:00, there came a crash. All jumped out of
their sleep on to their feet in an instant. We believe we had been struck. In
this case we did striking as it turned out, we struck a small boat sending it
to the bottom. It was reported two soldiers jumped overboard before they could
be stopped. Things quieted down and we soon docked.
11-7-18
We
disembarked upon French soil about 7:00. It was raining and turned to rain all
day long. We marched through Havre, where we were welcomed with shouts and once
in a while an American flag. Walked about five miles mostly up hill. Everyone
exhausted when Camp La Havre reached. What a sight greeted our eyes. Mud, and
mud. Stone roads. Tents with board bottoms. Some of bottoms covered with water.
Twelve men in a tent.
At
noon, 1500 men were fed at field kitchens. All stood in line in the rain.
Reported that we leave today for an American camp at Bordeaux.
Here ends Floyd’s journal. But, since we know he was
part of the 420th Telegraph Battalion, Signal Corps, we can still
follow his progess…
The Signal Corps Replacement Depot was established
on September 10, 1918 in the area of the First Depot Division, St. Aignan
(Noyers) France. The Depot functioned from September 10, 1918 until March 1,
1919 under the charge of Col Carl F. Hartmann. It was used as a reservoir for
Signal Corp replacements for combat divisions.
The Depot moved to Cour Cheverny (southeast of Blois
which is southwest of Paris) and was functional by October 7th, so
Floyd would have come here. On a railroad connecting with the main line of The
Paris and Orleans Railroad, this main line was used by the American
Expeditionary Forces between the base ports and the front.
The area occupied was on a high plateau, in the
heart of La Touraine, which is known as the ‘Heart of France’. The location
abounded in picturesque scenery and historic chateaux.
This replacement depot shuttled men out of the front
and new recruits into their positions. The maximum strength of this Depot was
reached December 12th 1918 with 292 officers and 4,780 enlisted men.
Imagine Uncle Floyd trying to keep all of these men fed! At various times, they had several Field
Signal Battalions, Telegraph Battalions, Depot Battalions and even a
meteorological detachment and pigeon detachment( Annual Report of the United
States Signal Corps 1919).
Floyd arrived back in the United States on March 24th,
1919. He was honorably discharged April 4th, 1919.
Brothers Lloyd, Leon and Floyd
In an interesting side story of ‘what if’, Adin
Baker and Floyd Taylor might have crossed paths in England, but for the Spanish
Influenza. Blog readers remember Adin Baker’s World War One time—he came home
early with the Spanish Flu (http://taylorbakercousins.blogspot.com/2009/06/adin-baker-world-war-one-and-spanish.html).
Adin Baker was in England in October of 1918. Floyd
arrived on Halloween. If Adin had not left early, would they have met at Camp
Codford? With Lloyd already married to Adin’s sister, they would have
remembered each other from the wedding.
Daniel Floyd, Thank you for your Service!
5 comments:
More on the pigeons of World War One: “During World War I, messages were sometimes transmitted by wire (telegraph of field phone), but two-way radio communications had not yet become available. Sometimes a unit was ordered to attack over a broad and often difficult terrain, making it impossible to string the wire necessary for communications. In these situations, a field commander often carried with him several carrier pigeons.
Pigeons served many purposes during the war, racing through the skies with airplanes, or even being fitted with cameras to take pictures of enemy positions. But one of the most important roles they served it was as messengers. An important message could be written on a piece of paper, then that paper neatly folded and secured in a small canister attached to a pigeon's leg. Once the pigeon was released, it would try to fly to its home back behind the lines, where the message would be read and transmitted to the proper military planners.”(http://website.lineone.net/~hollis_wood/doughweb/histart.html)
Dad’s older brother, Dick, raced pigeons. I never thought about military service by pigeons!
When I read the part about the pigeon detachment, I wondered who got to be general of the pigeons!
First of all I must mention the lilacs that show on the first part of this blog! Pat’s favorite Flower! They bloomed at the same time she was in the hospital during her college years. Her HS friend knew this and had her mother arrange for her a lovely vase full and brought to her room! (And you know that lilacs are very difficult to arrange and transport!).
Now to Uncle Floyd—Always a funny story! It was lucky that my Mom (Ethel) and Aunt Goldie really got along well together. When the depression came along, 1929 or 1930, they once again joined both Lloyd and Floyd’s families. When the chips were down, the twins stuck together!
By Aunt CB
Looking at that single picture of Uncle Foyd in uniform, I think he looks just like Uncle
Harold.
It never occurred to me that there was a difference in battalions in WWI and WWII between Infantry and Artillery. I always imagined they did about the same thing. Not so! Interesting account, Pat, of Uncle Floyd.
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