William W. Throckmorton obituary, Waynesburg Republican, Waynesburg, Pennsylvania, 21 November 1918, page 1, columns 7-8. This obituary is printed almost verbatim in the Democrat Messenger, Waynesburg, Pennsylvania, 22 November 1918. Transcribed by Candice Buchanan.
"In Memory Of A Soldier
William W. Throckmorton, Who Died in France, September 18, 1918, After Receiving Wounds.
William W. Throckmorton was born in the old Throckmorton homestead, near Rogersville, Pa., August 26, 1897, and died of lobar pneumonia, in a hospital at St. Nazaire, France, September 18, 1918, aged twenty-one years. For about fifteen he had lived with his parents in Waynesburg. After graduating from the grammar school, he entered high school in his sixteenth year, and in his Junior year entered Waynesburg college and would have graduated from that institution next year. But when the United States took up arms against Germany he hearkened to the call of his country and at the age of nineteen enlisted in Company K, 110th Regiment, of Pennsylvania. Brave hero lad, holding high the principles of the right, he gave up home and everything dear to him, overcame every obstacle which might prevent his going and took up his cross and followed the flag.
He left Waynesburg with Co. K, Friday Sept. 7, 1917, for Camp Hancock, Ga., where he trained for overseas work. They sailed for France May 2, 1918; landed in England, crossed the English channel to Calais and wended their way to Paris, thence to Chateau-Thierry, where they were under heavy bombardment and fighting for three weeks, holding the center of the sector and keeping the Hun at bay.--Credit is due the Keystone boys for turning the Hun at the Marne. On the night of July 27th many of the boys prayed God to protect them amidst the awful rain of shot and shell. On July 29th, when many Co. K boys fell, William Throckmorton was wounded in the right hand. He was a first class machine gunner, having graduated in this training at Camp Hancock, Ga. After going overseas he was promoted to corporal and was a machine gun instructor. There were eight in the squad and William Throckmorton was the only one in the squad who was not killed. After shooting seven or eight rounds of ammunition that day, he had two machine guns shot from his hands. Then picking up his rifle, he was wounded by an explosive bullet in his right hand. He coolly tied up his wound then made his way to a dressing station. (Lieut. Bullett, of Co. K was killed by his side.) Corp. Throckmorton was sent back to Base Hospital No. 8 at Savenay, on the west coast of France, preparatory to starting home. He was about to sail on Sept. 1st, but he gave up his place to another boy who was more crippled than he. This boat was torpedoed and many lives lost. They were making up a transport Sunday, Sept. 15. At 8 o'clock in the evening Sergt. Patterson thinking the transport was filled without Throckmorton, bade his friend Will good night and retired to his tent, which was outside the hospital. About 8:30 o'clock the Captain came to Throckmorton and told him there was room for one more and that he might as well go as anyone. He left the hospital at 9 o'clock, was placed on the hospital train for St. Nazaire, France, 12 miles away, and later was placed on a tug to be taken to the transport which was stationed out in the water a considerable ways. Sometimes it would take them two or three hours to load them on and off the tugs. He was placed on the transport sometime during the night. He contracted a heavy cold and became ill, and as his friend Patterson was on shore he requested that they take him off, which they did and placed him in Hospital No. 101, at St. Nazaire, and his friend was notified. But owing to army regulations Sergt. Patterson did not reach his side until he had passed away on Wednesday morning at 6:55. He requested them to write a letter to his mother which she has not yet received.
In the passing of Wm. W. Throckmorton goes one of the best athletes Waynesburg ever produced, and recalls many scenes in the armory where he starred time and again for both high school and college, while the hall rang with shouts of praise for his achievements. He also played baseball and football equally as well as basket ball. He was a noble boy, with unselfish traits of character, always preferring the other fellow first.
As a high school student he was the most popular boy in school. In college he was much loved by all, especially the faculty. He had travelled extensively, was a close observer, gifted with a good memory and was a fine historian. He had a pleasing personality, which bespoke the purity of his soul, and attracted everyone whom he met, as doctors, nurses, chaplains and officers testify; as many beautiful letters have been received from across the sea by his parents, testifying to the fact.
He died a hero, was buried with military honors, hundreds paying homage to his dear memory.
He was a christian and a member of the First M. E. church of Waynesburg. He was also a member of the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity of Waynesburg.
Brave soldier boy, embarking on the deep sea and homeward bound crossed over the 'great divide' and entered into his glory.
Ellis Island, N. Y.
Oct. 16, 1918.
'My Old Pal'
Dedicated to His Mother.
On a beautiful hillside overlooking sunny hills and the peaceful sea, where the sea gulls flutter and in the summer the larks sing all day long, lies the body of an American soldier and my "pal" who died in a hospital somewhere in France.
During the illness he was visited by the chaplains, Capt. Lartell Prentice (formerly of New York) and by man Red Cross representatives, Capt. J. K. Pauling, Miss Nellie White and Joy Hawley of Red Cross fame, also by Y. M. C. A. secretaries of which he was very fond.
The funeral service was very impressive. The casket was borne from the receiving vault on the shoulders of six American soldiers, and above them rested the American flag. The casket was placed in a Red Cross ambulance and the funeral procession moved slowly forward.
A guard of honor from the American Expeditionary Forces and a firing party of two squads marched slowly forward with reversed guns.
Arriving at the grave the simple words of committal service were read and after three volleys were fired above the body, two buglers sounded the last beautiful call over the dead. A simple cross at the head bears his name and command.
Affixed to the cross are the colors of his country for which he died.
Tenderly and beautifully caring for his quiet couch are groups of American soldiers who are on detail duty behind the lines. They are happy in their tasks as with the spade and trowel they plant flowers over the grave of their comrade.
It will comfort you to know though so far away, there are smiling faced comrades, who love his memory and will keep his resting place green, and guard it until peace reigns through out the world, and then his remains will be brought home.
Somehow the good God has seen through your mother love and finds expresion [sic] through "Bills" comrades, who do for your son what you would do if land and sea did not so widely intervene.
On the night of July 28, 1918, he with a number of his comrades prayed God to guard them amidst the shot and shell.
His prayer was heard otherwise than we could have desired, but may the faith which sustained him up to the end help you to endure without a murmur the will of our Heavenly Friend.
On Sept. 18, 1918 his short life ended upon this earth. But the impulse which carried him forward to the attack was not broken by the bullet which laid his body low. He continued his course, Soldier Bill, and went onward into the Paradise of God.
His Pal, Floyd Patterson."
"In Memory Of A Soldier
William W. Throckmorton, Who Died in France, September 18, 1918, After Receiving Wounds.
William W. Throckmorton was born in the old Throckmorton homestead, near Rogersville, Pa., August 26, 1897, and died of lobar pneumonia, in a hospital at St. Nazaire, France, September 18, 1918, aged twenty-one years. For about fifteen he had lived with his parents in Waynesburg. After graduating from the grammar school, he entered high school in his sixteenth year, and in his Junior year entered Waynesburg college and would have graduated from that institution next year. But when the United States took up arms against Germany he hearkened to the call of his country and at the age of nineteen enlisted in Company K, 110th Regiment, of Pennsylvania. Brave hero lad, holding high the principles of the right, he gave up home and everything dear to him, overcame every obstacle which might prevent his going and took up his cross and followed the flag.
He left Waynesburg with Co. K, Friday Sept. 7, 1917, for Camp Hancock, Ga., where he trained for overseas work. They sailed for France May 2, 1918; landed in England, crossed the English channel to Calais and wended their way to Paris, thence to Chateau-Thierry, where they were under heavy bombardment and fighting for three weeks, holding the center of the sector and keeping the Hun at bay.--Credit is due the Keystone boys for turning the Hun at the Marne. On the night of July 27th many of the boys prayed God to protect them amidst the awful rain of shot and shell. On July 29th, when many Co. K boys fell, William Throckmorton was wounded in the right hand. He was a first class machine gunner, having graduated in this training at Camp Hancock, Ga. After going overseas he was promoted to corporal and was a machine gun instructor. There were eight in the squad and William Throckmorton was the only one in the squad who was not killed. After shooting seven or eight rounds of ammunition that day, he had two machine guns shot from his hands. Then picking up his rifle, he was wounded by an explosive bullet in his right hand. He coolly tied up his wound then made his way to a dressing station. (Lieut. Bullett, of Co. K was killed by his side.) Corp. Throckmorton was sent back to Base Hospital No. 8 at Savenay, on the west coast of France, preparatory to starting home. He was about to sail on Sept. 1st, but he gave up his place to another boy who was more crippled than he. This boat was torpedoed and many lives lost. They were making up a transport Sunday, Sept. 15. At 8 o'clock in the evening Sergt. Patterson thinking the transport was filled without Throckmorton, bade his friend Will good night and retired to his tent, which was outside the hospital. About 8:30 o'clock the Captain came to Throckmorton and told him there was room for one more and that he might as well go as anyone. He left the hospital at 9 o'clock, was placed on the hospital train for St. Nazaire, France, 12 miles away, and later was placed on a tug to be taken to the transport which was stationed out in the water a considerable ways. Sometimes it would take them two or three hours to load them on and off the tugs. He was placed on the transport sometime during the night. He contracted a heavy cold and became ill, and as his friend Patterson was on shore he requested that they take him off, which they did and placed him in Hospital No. 101, at St. Nazaire, and his friend was notified. But owing to army regulations Sergt. Patterson did not reach his side until he had passed away on Wednesday morning at 6:55. He requested them to write a letter to his mother which she has not yet received.
In the passing of Wm. W. Throckmorton goes one of the best athletes Waynesburg ever produced, and recalls many scenes in the armory where he starred time and again for both high school and college, while the hall rang with shouts of praise for his achievements. He also played baseball and football equally as well as basket ball. He was a noble boy, with unselfish traits of character, always preferring the other fellow first.
As a high school student he was the most popular boy in school. In college he was much loved by all, especially the faculty. He had travelled extensively, was a close observer, gifted with a good memory and was a fine historian. He had a pleasing personality, which bespoke the purity of his soul, and attracted everyone whom he met, as doctors, nurses, chaplains and officers testify; as many beautiful letters have been received from across the sea by his parents, testifying to the fact.
He died a hero, was buried with military honors, hundreds paying homage to his dear memory.
He was a christian and a member of the First M. E. church of Waynesburg. He was also a member of the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity of Waynesburg.
Brave soldier boy, embarking on the deep sea and homeward bound crossed over the 'great divide' and entered into his glory.
Ellis Island, N. Y.
Oct. 16, 1918.
'My Old Pal'
Dedicated to His Mother.
On a beautiful hillside overlooking sunny hills and the peaceful sea, where the sea gulls flutter and in the summer the larks sing all day long, lies the body of an American soldier and my "pal" who died in a hospital somewhere in France.
During the illness he was visited by the chaplains, Capt. Lartell Prentice (formerly of New York) and by man Red Cross representatives, Capt. J. K. Pauling, Miss Nellie White and Joy Hawley of Red Cross fame, also by Y. M. C. A. secretaries of which he was very fond.
The funeral service was very impressive. The casket was borne from the receiving vault on the shoulders of six American soldiers, and above them rested the American flag. The casket was placed in a Red Cross ambulance and the funeral procession moved slowly forward.
A guard of honor from the American Expeditionary Forces and a firing party of two squads marched slowly forward with reversed guns.
Arriving at the grave the simple words of committal service were read and after three volleys were fired above the body, two buglers sounded the last beautiful call over the dead. A simple cross at the head bears his name and command.
Affixed to the cross are the colors of his country for which he died.
Tenderly and beautifully caring for his quiet couch are groups of American soldiers who are on detail duty behind the lines. They are happy in their tasks as with the spade and trowel they plant flowers over the grave of their comrade.
It will comfort you to know though so far away, there are smiling faced comrades, who love his memory and will keep his resting place green, and guard it until peace reigns through out the world, and then his remains will be brought home.
Somehow the good God has seen through your mother love and finds expresion [sic] through "Bills" comrades, who do for your son what you would do if land and sea did not so widely intervene.
On the night of July 28, 1918, he with a number of his comrades prayed God to guard them amidst the shot and shell.
His prayer was heard otherwise than we could have desired, but may the faith which sustained him up to the end help you to endure without a murmur the will of our Heavenly Friend.
On Sept. 18, 1918 his short life ended upon this earth. But the impulse which carried him forward to the attack was not broken by the bullet which laid his body low. He continued his course, Soldier Bill, and went onward into the Paradise of God.
His Pal, Floyd Patterson."
William W. Throckmorton obituary, Waynesburg Republican, Waynesburg, Pennsylvania, 21 November 1918, page 1, columns 7-8. This obituary is printed almost verbatim in the Democrat Messenger, Waynesburg, Pennsylvania, 22 November 1918. Transcribed by Candice Buchanan.
"In Memory Of A Soldier
William W. Throckmorton, Who Died in France, September 18, 1918, After Receiving Wounds.
William W. Throckmorton was born in the old Throckmorton homestead, near Rogersville, Pa., August 26, 1897, and died of lobar pneumonia, in a hospital at St. Nazaire, France, September 18, 1918, aged twenty-one years. For about fifteen he had lived with his parents in Waynesburg. After graduating from the grammar school, he entered high school in his sixteenth year, and in his Junior year entered Waynesburg college and would have graduated from that institution next year. But when the United States took up arms against Germany he hearkened to the call of his country and at the age of nineteen enlisted in Company K, 110th Regiment, of Pennsylvania. Brave hero lad, holding high the principles of the right, he gave up home and everything dear to him, overcame every obstacle which might prevent his going and took up his cross and followed the flag.
He left Waynesburg with Co. K, Friday Sept. 7, 1917, for Camp Hancock, Ga., where he trained for overseas work. They sailed for France May 2, 1918; landed in England, crossed the English channel to Calais and wended their way to Paris, thence to Chateau-Thierry, where they were under heavy bombardment and fighting for three weeks, holding the center of the sector and keeping the Hun at bay.--Credit is due the Keystone boys for turning the Hun at the Marne. On the night of July 27th many of the boys prayed God to protect them amidst the awful rain of shot and shell. On July 29th, when many Co. K boys fell, William Throckmorton was wounded in the right hand. He was a first class machine gunner, having graduated in this training at Camp Hancock, Ga. After going overseas he was promoted to corporal and was a machine gun instructor. There were eight in the squad and William Throckmorton was the only one in the squad who was not killed. After shooting seven or eight rounds of ammunition that day, he had two machine guns shot from his hands. Then picking up his rifle, he was wounded by an explosive bullet in his right hand. He coolly tied up his wound then made his way to a dressing station. (Lieut. Bullett, of Co. K was killed by his side.) Corp. Throckmorton was sent back to Base Hospital No. 8 at Savenay, on the west coast of France, preparatory to starting home. He was about to sail on Sept. 1st, but he gave up his place to another boy who was more crippled than he. This boat was torpedoed and many lives lost. They were making up a transport Sunday, Sept. 15. At 8 o'clock in the evening Sergt. Patterson thinking the transport was filled without Throckmorton, bade his friend Will good night and retired to his tent, which was outside the hospital. About 8:30 o'clock the Captain came to Throckmorton and told him there was room for one more and that he might as well go as anyone. He left the hospital at 9 o'clock, was placed on the hospital train for St. Nazaire, France, 12 miles away, and later was placed on a tug to be taken to the transport which was stationed out in the water a considerable ways. Sometimes it would take them two or three hours to load them on and off the tugs. He was placed on the transport sometime during the night. He contracted a heavy cold and became ill, and as his friend Patterson was on shore he requested that they take him off, which they did and placed him in Hospital No. 101, at St. Nazaire, and his friend was notified. But owing to army regulations Sergt. Patterson did not reach his side until he had passed away on Wednesday morning at 6:55. He requested them to write a letter to his mother which she has not yet received.
In the passing of Wm. W. Throckmorton goes one of the best athletes Waynesburg ever produced, and recalls many scenes in the armory where he starred time and again for both high school and college, while the hall rang with shouts of praise for his achievements. He also played baseball and football equally as well as basket ball. He was a noble boy, with unselfish traits of character, always preferring the other fellow first.
As a high school student he was the most popular boy in school. In college he was much loved by all, especially the faculty. He had travelled extensively, was a close observer, gifted with a good memory and was a fine historian. He had a pleasing personality, which bespoke the purity of his soul, and attracted everyone whom he met, as doctors, nurses, chaplains and officers testify; as many beautiful letters have been received from across the sea by his parents, testifying to the fact.
He died a hero, was buried with military honors, hundreds paying homage to his dear memory.
He was a christian and a member of the First M. E. church of Waynesburg. He was also a member of the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity of Waynesburg.
Brave soldier boy, embarking on the deep sea and homeward bound crossed over the 'great divide' and entered into his glory.
Ellis Island, N. Y.
Oct. 16, 1918.
'My Old Pal'
Dedicated to His Mother.
On a beautiful hillside overlooking sunny hills and the peaceful sea, where the sea gulls flutter and in the summer the larks sing all day long, lies the body of an American soldier and my "pal" who died in a hospital somewhere in France.
During the illness he was visited by the chaplains, Capt. Lartell Prentice (formerly of New York) and by man Red Cross representatives, Capt. J. K. Pauling, Miss Nellie White and Joy Hawley of Red Cross fame, also by Y. M. C. A. secretaries of which he was very fond.
The funeral service was very impressive. The casket was borne from the receiving vault on the shoulders of six American soldiers, and above them rested the American flag. The casket was placed in a Red Cross ambulance and the funeral procession moved slowly forward.
A guard of honor from the American Expeditionary Forces and a firing party of two squads marched slowly forward with reversed guns.
Arriving at the grave the simple words of committal service were read and after three volleys were fired above the body, two buglers sounded the last beautiful call over the dead. A simple cross at the head bears his name and command.
Affixed to the cross are the colors of his country for which he died.
Tenderly and beautifully caring for his quiet couch are groups of American soldiers who are on detail duty behind the lines. They are happy in their tasks as with the spade and trowel they plant flowers over the grave of their comrade.
It will comfort you to know though so far away, there are smiling faced comrades, who love his memory and will keep his resting place green, and guard it until peace reigns through out the world, and then his remains will be brought home.
Somehow the good God has seen through your mother love and finds expresion [sic] through "Bills" comrades, who do for your son what you would do if land and sea did not so widely intervene.
On the night of July 28, 1918, he with a number of his comrades prayed God to guard them amidst the shot and shell.
His prayer was heard otherwise than we could have desired, but may the faith which sustained him up to the end help you to endure without a murmur the will of our Heavenly Friend.
On Sept. 18, 1918 his short life ended upon this earth. But the impulse which carried him forward to the attack was not broken by the bullet which laid his body low. He continued his course, Soldier Bill, and went onward into the Paradise of God.
His Pal, Floyd Patterson."
"In Memory Of A Soldier
William W. Throckmorton, Who Died in France, September 18, 1918, After Receiving Wounds.
William W. Throckmorton was born in the old Throckmorton homestead, near Rogersville, Pa., August 26, 1897, and died of lobar pneumonia, in a hospital at St. Nazaire, France, September 18, 1918, aged twenty-one years. For about fifteen he had lived with his parents in Waynesburg. After graduating from the grammar school, he entered high school in his sixteenth year, and in his Junior year entered Waynesburg college and would have graduated from that institution next year. But when the United States took up arms against Germany he hearkened to the call of his country and at the age of nineteen enlisted in Company K, 110th Regiment, of Pennsylvania. Brave hero lad, holding high the principles of the right, he gave up home and everything dear to him, overcame every obstacle which might prevent his going and took up his cross and followed the flag.
He left Waynesburg with Co. K, Friday Sept. 7, 1917, for Camp Hancock, Ga., where he trained for overseas work. They sailed for France May 2, 1918; landed in England, crossed the English channel to Calais and wended their way to Paris, thence to Chateau-Thierry, where they were under heavy bombardment and fighting for three weeks, holding the center of the sector and keeping the Hun at bay.--Credit is due the Keystone boys for turning the Hun at the Marne. On the night of July 27th many of the boys prayed God to protect them amidst the awful rain of shot and shell. On July 29th, when many Co. K boys fell, William Throckmorton was wounded in the right hand. He was a first class machine gunner, having graduated in this training at Camp Hancock, Ga. After going overseas he was promoted to corporal and was a machine gun instructor. There were eight in the squad and William Throckmorton was the only one in the squad who was not killed. After shooting seven or eight rounds of ammunition that day, he had two machine guns shot from his hands. Then picking up his rifle, he was wounded by an explosive bullet in his right hand. He coolly tied up his wound then made his way to a dressing station. (Lieut. Bullett, of Co. K was killed by his side.) Corp. Throckmorton was sent back to Base Hospital No. 8 at Savenay, on the west coast of France, preparatory to starting home. He was about to sail on Sept. 1st, but he gave up his place to another boy who was more crippled than he. This boat was torpedoed and many lives lost. They were making up a transport Sunday, Sept. 15. At 8 o'clock in the evening Sergt. Patterson thinking the transport was filled without Throckmorton, bade his friend Will good night and retired to his tent, which was outside the hospital. About 8:30 o'clock the Captain came to Throckmorton and told him there was room for one more and that he might as well go as anyone. He left the hospital at 9 o'clock, was placed on the hospital train for St. Nazaire, France, 12 miles away, and later was placed on a tug to be taken to the transport which was stationed out in the water a considerable ways. Sometimes it would take them two or three hours to load them on and off the tugs. He was placed on the transport sometime during the night. He contracted a heavy cold and became ill, and as his friend Patterson was on shore he requested that they take him off, which they did and placed him in Hospital No. 101, at St. Nazaire, and his friend was notified. But owing to army regulations Sergt. Patterson did not reach his side until he had passed away on Wednesday morning at 6:55. He requested them to write a letter to his mother which she has not yet received.
In the passing of Wm. W. Throckmorton goes one of the best athletes Waynesburg ever produced, and recalls many scenes in the armory where he starred time and again for both high school and college, while the hall rang with shouts of praise for his achievements. He also played baseball and football equally as well as basket ball. He was a noble boy, with unselfish traits of character, always preferring the other fellow first.
As a high school student he was the most popular boy in school. In college he was much loved by all, especially the faculty. He had travelled extensively, was a close observer, gifted with a good memory and was a fine historian. He had a pleasing personality, which bespoke the purity of his soul, and attracted everyone whom he met, as doctors, nurses, chaplains and officers testify; as many beautiful letters have been received from across the sea by his parents, testifying to the fact.
He died a hero, was buried with military honors, hundreds paying homage to his dear memory.
He was a christian and a member of the First M. E. church of Waynesburg. He was also a member of the Delta Sigma Phi fraternity of Waynesburg.
Brave soldier boy, embarking on the deep sea and homeward bound crossed over the 'great divide' and entered into his glory.
Ellis Island, N. Y.
Oct. 16, 1918.
'My Old Pal'
Dedicated to His Mother.
On a beautiful hillside overlooking sunny hills and the peaceful sea, where the sea gulls flutter and in the summer the larks sing all day long, lies the body of an American soldier and my "pal" who died in a hospital somewhere in France.
During the illness he was visited by the chaplains, Capt. Lartell Prentice (formerly of New York) and by man Red Cross representatives, Capt. J. K. Pauling, Miss Nellie White and Joy Hawley of Red Cross fame, also by Y. M. C. A. secretaries of which he was very fond.
The funeral service was very impressive. The casket was borne from the receiving vault on the shoulders of six American soldiers, and above them rested the American flag. The casket was placed in a Red Cross ambulance and the funeral procession moved slowly forward.
A guard of honor from the American Expeditionary Forces and a firing party of two squads marched slowly forward with reversed guns.
Arriving at the grave the simple words of committal service were read and after three volleys were fired above the body, two buglers sounded the last beautiful call over the dead. A simple cross at the head bears his name and command.
Affixed to the cross are the colors of his country for which he died.
Tenderly and beautifully caring for his quiet couch are groups of American soldiers who are on detail duty behind the lines. They are happy in their tasks as with the spade and trowel they plant flowers over the grave of their comrade.
It will comfort you to know though so far away, there are smiling faced comrades, who love his memory and will keep his resting place green, and guard it until peace reigns through out the world, and then his remains will be brought home.
Somehow the good God has seen through your mother love and finds expresion [sic] through "Bills" comrades, who do for your son what you would do if land and sea did not so widely intervene.
On the night of July 28, 1918, he with a number of his comrades prayed God to guard them amidst the shot and shell.
His prayer was heard otherwise than we could have desired, but may the faith which sustained him up to the end help you to endure without a murmur the will of our Heavenly Friend.
On Sept. 18, 1918 his short life ended upon this earth. But the impulse which carried him forward to the attack was not broken by the bullet which laid his body low. He continued his course, Soldier Bill, and went onward into the Paradise of God.
His Pal, Floyd Patterson."
Inscription
"Son / William W. Throckmorton / Co. K 110 Inf. 28th Div. A. E. F. / 1897-1918 / Died In Service Over Seas / Battles / Champagne-Marne / Aisne-Marne / Oise-Aisne / Defensive Sector"
Gravesite Details
Tombstone has a Memory Medallion.
