Bruce59
07-03-11, 07:36 PM
In 1918 My great uncle was killed and buried in France.
About 2 months later the poet Sgt. Joyce Kilmer was killed
and buried in France. Kilmer was best known for the poem
Trees, but he had many others and the one I have here
about 21 men from his outfit that were killed.
Kilmer and my great uncle were both killed by a snipers.
So on this 4th of July, To all those who lost there lives
to give us freedom, the ones who's names we know and
the ones we will never know there names. May God Bless.
Harry Small
Private, U.S. Army
118th Infantry Regiment, 30th Division
Entered the Service from: New
Jersey Died: October 17, 1918
Buried at: Plot D Row 16 Grave 11
Somme American Cemetery
Bony, France
Sgt. Joyce Kilmer U.S. Army Fighting 69th
Entered the Service From New Jersey
Died July 30, 1918 Buried at Oise-Aisne
American Cemetery France
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To commemorate the loss of 21 fellow soldiers of the The Fighting Sixty Ninth, Kilmer composed the following poem which was read over their graves in March 1918. It is traditional in the regiment to read the poem at memorial services for fallen members of the regiment, adding their names to the list of the dead in the appropriate line, and it was read over his own grave five months after he wrote it:
In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet
There is a new-made grave to-day,
Built by never a spade nor pick
Yet covered with earth ten metres thick.
There lie many fighting men,
Dead in their youthful prime,
Never to laugh nor love again
Nor taste the Summertime.
For Death came flying through the air
And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,
Touched his prey and left them there,
Clay to clay.
He hid their bodies stealthily
In the soil of the land they fought to free
And fled away.
Now over the grave abrupt and clear
Three volleys ring;
And perhaps their brave young spirits hear
The bugle sing:
"Go to sleep!
Go to sleep!
Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell.
Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor,
You will not need them any more.
Danger’s past;
Now at last,
Go to sleep!"
There is on earth no worthier grave
To hold the bodies of the brave
Than this place of pain and pride
Where they nobly fought and nobly died.
Never fear but in the skies
Saints and angels stand
Smiling with their holy eyes
On this new-come band.
St. Michael’s sword darts through the air
And touches the aureole on his hair
As he sees them stand saluting there,
His stalwart sons;
And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill
Rejoice that in veins of warriors still
The Gael’s blood runs.
And up to Heaven’s doorway floats,
From the wood called Rouge Bouquet,
A delicate cloud of buglenotes
That softly say:
"Farewell!
Farewell!
Comrades true, born anew, peace to you!
Your souls shall be where the heroes are
And your memory shine like the morning-star.
Brave and dear,
Shield us here.
Farewell!"
Joyce Kilmer's son, Christopher Kilmer, also joined the Fighting 69th and served with it in the pacific in World War II.
US Navy Hospital Corpsman John E. Kilmer, a recipient of the Medal of Honor in Korea is a distant relative of Joyce Kilmer.
About 2 months later the poet Sgt. Joyce Kilmer was killed
and buried in France. Kilmer was best known for the poem
Trees, but he had many others and the one I have here
about 21 men from his outfit that were killed.
Kilmer and my great uncle were both killed by a snipers.
So on this 4th of July, To all those who lost there lives
to give us freedom, the ones who's names we know and
the ones we will never know there names. May God Bless.
Harry Small
Private, U.S. Army
118th Infantry Regiment, 30th Division
Entered the Service from: New
Jersey Died: October 17, 1918
Buried at: Plot D Row 16 Grave 11
Somme American Cemetery
Bony, France
Sgt. Joyce Kilmer U.S. Army Fighting 69th
Entered the Service From New Jersey
Died July 30, 1918 Buried at Oise-Aisne
American Cemetery France
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To commemorate the loss of 21 fellow soldiers of the The Fighting Sixty Ninth, Kilmer composed the following poem which was read over their graves in March 1918. It is traditional in the regiment to read the poem at memorial services for fallen members of the regiment, adding their names to the list of the dead in the appropriate line, and it was read over his own grave five months after he wrote it:
In a wood they call the Rouge Bouquet
There is a new-made grave to-day,
Built by never a spade nor pick
Yet covered with earth ten metres thick.
There lie many fighting men,
Dead in their youthful prime,
Never to laugh nor love again
Nor taste the Summertime.
For Death came flying through the air
And stopped his flight at the dugout stair,
Touched his prey and left them there,
Clay to clay.
He hid their bodies stealthily
In the soil of the land they fought to free
And fled away.
Now over the grave abrupt and clear
Three volleys ring;
And perhaps their brave young spirits hear
The bugle sing:
"Go to sleep!
Go to sleep!
Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell.
Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor,
You will not need them any more.
Danger’s past;
Now at last,
Go to sleep!"
There is on earth no worthier grave
To hold the bodies of the brave
Than this place of pain and pride
Where they nobly fought and nobly died.
Never fear but in the skies
Saints and angels stand
Smiling with their holy eyes
On this new-come band.
St. Michael’s sword darts through the air
And touches the aureole on his hair
As he sees them stand saluting there,
His stalwart sons;
And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill
Rejoice that in veins of warriors still
The Gael’s blood runs.
And up to Heaven’s doorway floats,
From the wood called Rouge Bouquet,
A delicate cloud of buglenotes
That softly say:
"Farewell!
Farewell!
Comrades true, born anew, peace to you!
Your souls shall be where the heroes are
And your memory shine like the morning-star.
Brave and dear,
Shield us here.
Farewell!"
Joyce Kilmer's son, Christopher Kilmer, also joined the Fighting 69th and served with it in the pacific in World War II.
US Navy Hospital Corpsman John E. Kilmer, a recipient of the Medal of Honor in Korea is a distant relative of Joyce Kilmer.