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The Eric Metaxas Show
"whittlesey" Discussed on The Eric Metaxas Show
"John, you just said you're doing an investigation. Say this again. I'm doing an investigation. I don't know if you know, but if you give money to a candidate, it's public record. Thanks to John McCain, it is public record. If you look me up, you can see I gave Ron Paul $500 in the 2008 race. Now, I could not be prouder of that. I would like to have that tattooed on my forehead, but not everybody is as proud or as open about where they give their money. So, I'm looking through the employee lists of various apparently conservative and Christian organizations like Christianity Today, U.S. Council of Catholic Bishops, Catholic Charities, the Bush Foundation, and I'm finding just how many of them give 90-99% to Democrats. We've been looking at the Bush Foundation, and only one of its employees gave to a Republican, and that was a member of the Bush family. Everybody else gave the most left-wing Democrats. Now, how's that possible? I mean, on the face of it, that seems impossible. Because they're not on our team, Eric, and they never were. They were never on our team. George H.W. Bush was not on our team. He was sabotaging Ronald Reagan in office, trying to impose RINO policies. My good friend Faith Whittlesey, God rest her soul, I was her godfather when she converted to Catholicism. She sponsored my first book. She was in the Reagan White House and was forced out by the Bush people. The Bush people colonized the Reagan White House the way parasites colonized your dog's intestinal tract and suck up all the nutrients and sicken the whole thing. Obviously, RINO's did it with Trump. But they've been doing it since 1980, when Ronald Reagan was elected. Look what they did to Pat Buchanan. They tried to smear him as a Nazi, practically, and he was right about everything. He was right about the Iraq War. He was right about the expanding NATO being stupid. He was right about immigration. Pope Francis is making us challenge the infallibility of the pope. But the infallibility of Pat Buchanan, I think, seems to have been empirically proven. The Bushies engage in character assassination. They offer little treats. They offer little favors. But here's the problem with Bushies, and it's also, to some degree, a problem with Trump. They're not loyal to their people. Brett Kavanaugh was a protege of the Bush family. He was, I think, the chief attorney for George W. Bush in office. When the left, when the Soros machine went after Brett Kavanaugh to try to keep him off the Supreme Court, the Bushes did nothing. Nothing. They didn't say anything. They didn't do anything. They didn't help him. They didn't help Mark Judge. They just ducked their heads and hid. Because when the going gets tough, they're back hiding behind a rock. And he was on his own, and it took Donald Trump, actually, to stand by Brett Kavanaugh. If it were up to the Bushes, Kavanaugh would have just withdrawn his name from consideration. They would have found some rhino squish, and Roe v. Wade would still be the law of the land. That's how rhinos roll. I just have to say that, you know, we're all, except for you and Pep Buchanan, we're all waking up, you know, as from a dream where we thought that we might have some differences with George W. Bush or differences with anybody, but you wouldn't think them capable of what we're doing. It's amazing. And I want to be clear, folks, you know, I don't know that I would agree with Ken Paxton on many things, right? Right. He's not walking the walk in some ways that I expect people to walk. But the man, according to John, and obviously it's true, has been a hero with election fraud, with all kinds of other things. The idea that the Bushes would go after him and then lose. Now the loss, John, there's a comedy to it. I mean, they lost badly. It's glorious. And you see these rhinos basically screaming at the sky like those lefties after the 2016 presidential election.
History That Doesn't Suck
"whittlesey" Discussed on History That Doesn't Suck
"October 7, 1918. The lost battalion's fifth day trapped behind German lines in a pocket, on a slope of the Charlevaux Valley. These doughboys are truly starving and dying of thirst. The foul stench of rotting flesh wafts through the air as even the uninjured lack the strength to bury the dead. They've taken every bit of food, weaponry, and ammo from every attacking German they've killed. The soldiers' morale and hope is as low as their ammo. Even still, Major Charlie Whittlesey is determined to do something. As the sun rises, the Major sends a lieutenant with three other men out to try and make contact with the American army. It's not long before that lieutenant is back with the only other survivor. Not to be deterred, Charlie asks for recommendations for another to try to get through the German lines. Captain Nelson Holderman suggests a young veteran who's far more capable than his small and emaciated stature might suggest. A Jewish immigrant who came to the United States to flee the anti-Semitism of Russian-ruled Poland, Abraham Krodoszynski. Along with him, another man is chosen to accompany Abe. Historical records will later recall only that he is quote-unquote an Irish fella. All identifiable aspects of a third man who goes with these two will later fade from memory, but he very well may have represented yet another ethnicity or religion and spoken English as a second language. Allegedly, the diverse New Yorkers of the 77th Statue of Liberty Division hail from 50 different national backgrounds and speak 43 different languages. The three men set out, first making their way down the slope and toward the swamp below. They then come to 30 feet of open ground. German machine guns open fire as the trio split up and dash forward. The two unnamed men double back to the pocket, reporting to Major Charlie that it's impossible to get through. As for Abe, they don't know what happened to him and assume he was hit. Desperately, Charlie asks for volunteers for a third attempt and two additional men, Stanislaw Krodoszynski and Clifford Brown, head out. Another group of four leave the pocket as well, but without permission. They hope to find some of those relief packages the U.S. Air Service has been dropping outside the perimeter. Emil Peterson starts the search, but soon the party grows to seven or eight. They include barely 18-year-old Lowell Hollingshead, a Paiute man from Nevada named Robert Dodd, and from New York's Chinatown, Private Henry Chin. They make it a little ways through a thicket until Robert, who's become their de facto leader, tells them to halt. Seconds later, German machine guns rip through the small group. Half of these doughboys, including Robert and Henry, are dead. Meanwhile, the Germans take the survivors captive. Among them is young Lowell Hollingshead, and the newly taken prisoner of war, who played a curious role that afternoon. It's 4 p.m. Monday, October 7, 1918. Major Charles Whittlesey's starved doughboys hold their ground in the pocket as best they can, anticipating that today's second German assault will come soon. Many wonder if they even have the strength to repel the Bosch again. Just then, they hear something. Looking out into the thick forest, they see a white banner, the flag of truce. But it's not in German hands. It's carried by a man from H Company, one of those captured while searching for a misdirected airdrop package. It's Private Lowell Hollingshead. Blindfolded, the wounded 18-year-old Private carefully limps into the pocket, flag in hand, while leaning on an ornate German cane. He also bears a message from the German forces intelligence officer, Lieutenant Heinrich Plentz. Captain George McMurtry fumes. He begins ripping into the injured private for leaving the pocket without permission. But Major Charles Whittlesey soon interjects, George, let's look at that letter. Written in the intelligence officer's impressive but still imperfect English, the letter describes Lowell as an honorable fellow, doing honor to his fatherland, but insists it would be quite useless to resist any more in view of the present conditions. Your wounded man can be heard over here in the German lines. The letter further asks Charlie to raise this white flag and surrender. As he reads it over, George, who was once a rough rider with Theodore Roosevelt in the Spanish-American war, is elated. He turns to Charlie, we've got them licked or they wouldn't have sent this. While Charlie doesn't tell the Germans to go to hell, as is often claimed, the Major agrees with the captain. As the news spreads throughout the pocket, the starving frail go boys find new strength. They won't fly that white flag. There will be no surrender. After 30 minutes of silence from the Americans, the Germans realize that is indeed the case. And so they strike harder than ever. Grenades fly, rifles crack, and the liquid fire of flamethrowers streaks across the woods. But the doughboys dig deeper. Fueled by a new hope and pure adrenaline, the wounded load guns as their likewise starved brothers in arms return fire. With the handle of a potato masher grenade stuck in his back, Captain George McMurtry keeps the men's panic at bay as the flamethrowers approach. It's a wasted German effort. The flamethrowers can't get close enough to do any damage, and soon Sergeant James Carroll puts a bullet right between the eyes of the flamethrower squadron leader. Desperate to root out these Americans, this Americanenest, as they call it, the Germans send in their elite stormtroopers. But the Yankee machine gunners answer in kind, and amazingly, the Bosch is again forced to retreat. Once more, the lost battalion has fended off the Germans. But Charlie knows they can't handle another attack. That was their last stand. Help must come before the night is through, or they're done for. Thankfully, General Hunter Ligets Gambit, to send forces from the 82nd to flank the Germans in the Argonne, is paying off. As a result, German leaders are realizing their position in these thick woods is too exposed. Despite that last attack on the lost battalion, the Bosch are beating a hasty retreat, withdrawing a full five miles. That means the 77th Statue of Liberty Division can resume its attack northward. Among the 77th's advancing forces this evening is Lieutenant Frederick A. Tillman, now leading B Company of the 307th Infantry toward Charlevaux Road. They mop up a few lingering Germans, then come across a truly foul odor. Following his nose, Frederick falls into a hole. He lands on a man inside. Another figure soon emerges, thrusting out a bayonet. The lieutenant dodges and shouts at this doughboy, what's the matter with you? I'm looking for Major Whittlesey. The man answers angrily, I don't give a damn who you are and what you want. You just step on my buddy again, and I'll kill you. Frederick appreciates the situation. This man is in survival mode. He replies, you're relieved and we'll have food up for you right away. Now it sinks in. The soldier apologizes and reassures his barely still living buddy. See, we're relieved. You're going to be all right. Elsewhere, the Polish born soldier sent for help and thought dead, Abe Khodorshinsky has found another American patrol, as have the last two men sent for help. Stanislaw Kazakowski and Clifford Brown. Yes, the lost battalion soldier so carefully guarding the frail life of his buddy is correct. Their hellish ordeal is over. It's about 7 p.m. Monday, October 7th, 1918. Major Charles Whittlesey is sitting in a funk hole, better known in future wars as a foxhole with Captain George McMurtry. They are like their men, frail and exhausted. But as the two officers sit quietly chatting, a soldier approaches. He tells them that an officer with patrol has entered the pocket on the right and wants to see the commanding officer. Charlie turns to George. I will go up and see just what this is. Walking past the fragments of trees and unburied dead, Charlie approaches a shadowy figure. This Frederick Tillman. He gives Charlie a small sandwich. The major bites into it with relief. George walks up a moment later to join the conversation, but loses all interest and words when he sees the sandwich in Charlie's hands. The famished captain blurts out, for God's sake, give me a bite of that. Charlie doesn't take it well when the lieutenant says how happy he is to rescue them. The major can't help but point out that they wouldn't need rescuing if everyone else had done their job back on October 2nd as well. But galloping Charlie is thrilled to see 60 cans of corned beef for his starving men. It's distributed equally, starting with the wounded. The frail dough boys eat in silence, many savoring every bite. Robert Mason will later recall, I ate it from my hands, covered with blood and dirt. I'll tell the world it tasted like sirloin steaks smothered with onions. The next morning, Tuesday, October 8th, as freshly arrived dough boys bury the dead. In some cases, parts of the dead. Charlie distributes coffee and chow to his frail troops. In the midst of this, a car pulls up the hillside. A well-dressed figure exits the vehicle and shouts around for Major Whittlesey. It's the 77th Statue of Liberty Division Commander, General Robert Alexander. The general is thrilled with Charlie. As they shake hands, he informs the major that he's been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. Robert then looks up, taking note of the dense trees around them. He comments, well, I can see why the airplanes couldn't find this place. Overhearing, a bold private named Philip Sepalia hollers at the division commander, General, the artillery certainly found it. The general snaps back, claiming that friendly fire was French artillery. It wasn't, but Philip won't push it. I bother. The general is finally arranging for proper medical attention, and that's all that matters now. It's over. Roughly 550 dough boys, or perhaps 700 by some counts, held that pocket on a sloping hill of the Charlevoix Valley. When they left, Major Charles Whittlesey found that less than 50% of them, a mere 252 men, remained healthy enough to be called effectives. In other words, hundreds of young American men suffered grievous wounds or died on that slope. General Robert Alexander is quick to name himself as their primary savior, though he wants everyone to know that, quote, this command was neither lost nor rescued, close quote. He merely liberated them from their isolated position. Nice try, Rob. If any commanders deserve credit, it's First Corps commander, General Hunter Liggett, who took the gamble of sending the 82nd Division against the German flank, or the Big Red One's commander, General Charles Summerall. It was his men who first opened the way for the 82nd. Neither of these generals take credit, though. In fact, Charles only mourns the 7,000 in his brave First Division who were killed or wounded in the action. But for the survivors of the lost battalion, it's their unyielding major, Charlie Whittlesey, who's the hero, even if he rejects the title. Coming out of the Charlevoix Valley, reporters swarm Charlie, interrogating him for the whole story, but he's quick to demur, pointing to his doughboys as he answers, don't write about me, just about these men. But his doughboys only point right back at Charlie. They tell the reporters, we held out because he did. Back in the States, the public will agree with both. The major and his whole lost battalion will serve as an example of heroism, sacrifice, and courage for countless Americans for generations to come. Yet, so few will ever understand the toll this nightmare took on these men. Our brave major will never shake the demons he picked up in that pocket. A few years from now, while on a ship bound for Havana in 1921, he'll seek the peace he craves by jumping overboard. Charlie Whittlesey will never be seen again. Rest in peace, major. You deserved better than you got. But even as the beleaguered, worn, and life-drained lost battalion is found, the larger Meuse-Argonne offensive of late 1918 goes on, and it's not looking good for the Americans. Despite I Corps' hard-earned successes in the Argonne Forest, which they'll clear by October 10th, 1918, V and III Corps have been brought to a stop. General Blackjack Pershing will later remember these opening weeks of the Meuse-Argonne as placing, quote, the heaviest strain on the army and on me, close quote. There have been gains, all hard fought, but the plan to smash through the German's several lines here has ultimately failed. Indeed, as we enter mid-October 1918, these setbacks appear to give some credence to French Prime Minister Georges Clemenceau's incessant calls for Blackjack to be replaced. For both strategic and political reasons then, the American commander needs to start winning again and soon. But as thousands upon thousands of young American men bleed and die under his command, can Blackjack regain the momentum needed to bring this battle, this war, to its close? That's a story for next time. History That Doesn't Suck is created and hosted by me, Greg Jackson. Episode researched and written by Greg Jackson and Will King. Initial research and outlining by Darby Glass and Riley Neubauer. Production by Airship. Sound designed by Molly Bach. Theme music composed by Greg Jackson. Arrangement and additional composition by Lindsey Graham of Airship. For a bibliography of all primary and secondary sources consulted and writing this episode, visit htdspodcast.com. HGDS is supported by fans at patreon.com forward slash history that doesn't suck. My gratitude to Kind Souls for providing funding to help us keep going. Thank you, and a special thanks to our patrons whose monthly gift puts them at producer status. 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"whittlesey" Discussed on History That Doesn't Suck
"October 7, 1918. The lost battalion's fifth day trapped behind German lines in a pocket, on a slope of the Charlevaux Valley. These doughboys are truly starving and dying of thirst. The foul stench of rotting flesh wafts through the air as even the uninjured lack the strength to bury the dead. They've taken every bit of food, weaponry, and ammo from every attacking German they've killed. The soldiers' morale and hope is as low as their ammo. Even still, Major Charlie Whittlesey is determined to do something. As the sun rises, the Major sends a lieutenant with three other men out to try and make contact with the American army. It's not long before that lieutenant is back with the only other survivor. Not to be deterred, Charlie asks for recommendations for another to try to get through the German lines. Captain Nelson Holderman suggests a young veteran who's far more capable than his small and emaciated stature might suggest. A Jewish immigrant who came to the United States to flee the anti-Semitism of Russian-ruled Poland, Abraham Krodoszynski. Along with him, another man is chosen to accompany Abe. Historical records will later recall only that he is quote-unquote an Irish fella. All identifiable aspects of a third man who goes with these two will later fade from memory, but he very well may have represented yet another ethnicity or religion and spoken English as a second language. Allegedly, the diverse New Yorkers of the 77th Statue of Liberty Division hail from 50 different national backgrounds and speak 43 different languages. The three men set out, first making their way down the slope and toward the swamp below. They then come to 30 feet of open ground. German machine guns open fire as the trio split up and dash forward. The two unnamed men double back to the pocket, reporting to Major Charlie that it's impossible to get through. As for Abe, they don't know what happened to him and assume he was hit. Desperately, Charlie asks for volunteers for a third attempt and two additional men, Stanislaw Krodoszynski and Clifford Brown, head out. Another group of four leave the pocket as well, but without permission. They hope to find some of those relief packages the U.S. Air Service has been dropping outside the perimeter. Emil Peterson starts the search, but soon the party grows to seven or eight. They include barely 18-year-old Lowell Hollingshead, a Paiute man from Nevada named Robert Dodd, and from New York's Chinatown, Private Henry Chin. They make it a little ways through a thicket until Robert, who's become their de facto leader, tells them to halt. Seconds later, German machine guns rip through the small group. Half of these doughboys, including Robert and Henry, are dead. Meanwhile, the Germans take the survivors captive. Among them is young Lowell Hollingshead, and the newly taken prisoner of war, who played a curious role that afternoon. It's 4 p.m. Monday, October 7, 1918. Major Charles Whittlesey's starved doughboys hold their ground in the pocket as best they can, anticipating that today's second German assault will come soon. Many wonder if they even have the strength to repel the Bosch again. Just then, they hear something. Looking out into the thick forest, they see a white banner, the flag of truce. But it's not in German hands. It's carried by a man from H Company, one of those captured while searching for a misdirected airdrop package. It's Private Lowell Hollingshead. Blindfolded, the wounded 18-year-old Private carefully limps into the pocket, flag in hand, while leaning on an ornate German cane. He also bears a message from the German forces intelligence officer, Lieutenant Heinrich Plentz. Captain George McMurtry fumes. He begins ripping into the injured private for leaving the pocket without permission. But Major Charles Whittlesey soon interjects, George, let's look at that letter. Written in the intelligence officer's impressive but still imperfect English, the letter describes Lowell as an honorable fellow, doing honor to his fatherland, but insists it would be quite useless to resist any more in view of the present conditions. Your wounded man can be heard over here in the German lines. The letter further asks Charlie to raise this white flag and surrender. As he reads it over, George, who was once a rough rider with Theodore Roosevelt in the Spanish-American war, is elated. He turns to Charlie, we've got them licked or they wouldn't have sent this. While Charlie doesn't tell the Germans to go to hell, as is often claimed, the Major agrees with the captain. As the news spreads throughout the pocket, the starving frail go boys find new strength. They won't fly that white flag. There will be no surrender. After 30 minutes of silence from the Americans, the Germans realize that is indeed the case. And so they strike harder than ever. Grenades fly, rifles crack, and the liquid fire of flamethrowers streaks across the woods. But the doughboys dig deeper. Fueled by a new hope and pure adrenaline, the wounded load guns as their likewise starved brothers in arms return fire. With the handle of a potato masher grenade stuck in his back, Captain George McMurtry keeps the men's panic at bay as the flamethrowers approach. It's a wasted German effort. The flamethrowers can't get close enough to do any damage, and soon Sergeant James Carroll puts a bullet right between the eyes of the flamethrower squadron leader. Desperate to root out these Americans, this Americanenest, as they call it, the Germans send in their elite stormtroopers. But the Yankee machine gunners answer in kind, and amazingly, the Bosch is again forced to retreat. Once more, the lost battalion has fended off the Germans. But Charlie knows they can't handle another attack. That was their last stand. Help must come before the night is through, or they're done for. Thankfully, General Hunter Ligets Gambit, to send forces from the 82nd to flank the Germans in the Argonne, is paying off. As a result, German leaders are realizing their position in these thick woods is too exposed. Despite that last attack on the lost battalion, the Bosch are beating a hasty retreat, withdrawing a full five miles. That means the 77th Statue of Liberty Division can resume its attack northward. Among the 77th's advancing forces this evening is Lieutenant Frederick A. Tillman, now leading B Company of the 307th Infantry toward Charlevaux Road. They mop up a few lingering Germans, then come across a truly foul odor. Following his nose, Frederick falls into a hole. He lands on a man inside. Another figure soon emerges, thrusting out a bayonet. The lieutenant dodges and shouts at this doughboy, what's the matter with you? I'm looking for Major Whittlesey. The man answers angrily, I don't give a damn who you are and what you want. You just step on my buddy again, and I'll kill you. Frederick appreciates the situation. This man is in survival mode. He replies, you're relieved and we'll have food up for you right away. Now it sinks in. The soldier apologizes and reassures his barely still living buddy. See, we're relieved. You're going to be all right. Elsewhere, the Polish born soldier sent for help and thought dead, Abe Khodorshinsky has found another American patrol, as have the last two men sent for help. Stanislaw Kazakowski and Clifford Brown. Yes, the lost battalion soldier so carefully guarding the frail life of his buddy is correct. Their hellish ordeal is over. It's about 7 p.m. Monday, October 7th, 1918. Major Charles Whittlesey is sitting in a funk hole, better known in future wars as a foxhole with Captain George McMurtry. They are like their men, frail and exhausted. But as the two officers sit quietly chatting, a soldier approaches. He tells them that an officer with patrol has entered the pocket on the right and wants to see the commanding officer. Charlie turns to George. I will go up and see just what this is. Walking past the fragments of trees and unburied dead, Charlie approaches a shadowy figure. This Frederick Tillman. He gives Charlie a small sandwich. The major bites into it with relief. George walks up a moment later to join the conversation, but loses all interest and words when he sees the sandwich in Charlie's hands. The famished captain blurts out, for God's sake, give me a bite of that. Charlie doesn't take it well when the lieutenant says how happy he is to rescue them. The major can't help but point out that they wouldn't need rescuing if everyone else had done their job back on October 2nd as well. But galloping Charlie is thrilled to see 60 cans of corned beef for his starving men. It's distributed equally, starting with the wounded. The frail dough boys eat in silence, many savoring every bite. Robert Mason will later recall, I ate it from my hands, covered with blood and dirt. I'll tell the world it tasted like sirloin steaks smothered with onions. The next morning, Tuesday, October 8th, as freshly arrived dough boys bury the dead. In some cases, parts of the dead. Charlie distributes coffee and chow to his frail troops. In the midst of this, a car pulls up the hillside. A well-dressed figure exits the vehicle and shouts around for Major Whittlesey. It's the 77th Statue of Liberty Division Commander, General Robert Alexander. The general is thrilled with Charlie. As they shake hands, he informs the major that he's been promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. Robert then looks up, taking note of the dense trees around them. He comments, well, I can see why the airplanes couldn't find this place. Overhearing, a bold private named Philip Sepalia hollers at the division commander, General, the artillery certainly found it. The general snaps back, claiming that friendly fire was French artillery. It wasn't, but Philip won't push it. I bother. The general is finally arranging for proper medical attention, and that's all that matters now. It's over. Roughly 550 dough boys, or perhaps 700 by some counts, held that pocket on a sloping hill of the Charlevoix Valley. When they left, Major Charles Whittlesey found that less than 50% of them, a mere 252 men, remained healthy enough to be called effectives. In other words, hundreds of young American men suffered grievous wounds or died on that slope. General Robert Alexander is quick to name himself as their primary savior, though he wants everyone to know that, quote, this command was neither lost nor rescued, close quote. He merely liberated them from their isolated position. Nice try, Rob. If any commanders deserve credit, it's First Corps commander, General Hunter Liggett, who took the gamble of sending the 82nd Division against the German flank, or the Big Red One's commander, General Charles Summerall. It was his men who first opened the way for the 82nd. Neither of these generals take credit, though. In fact, Charles only mourns the 7,000 in his brave First Division who were killed or wounded in the action. But for the survivors of the lost battalion, it's their unyielding major, Charlie Whittlesey, who's the hero, even if he rejects the title. Coming out of the Charlevoix Valley, reporters swarm Charlie, interrogating him for the whole story, but he's quick to demur, pointing to his doughboys as he answers, don't write about me, just about these men. But his doughboys only point right back at Charlie. They tell the reporters, we held out because he did. Back in the States, the public will agree with both. The major and his whole lost battalion will serve as an example of heroism, sacrifice, and courage for countless Americans for generations to come. Yet, so few will ever understand the toll this nightmare took on these men. Our brave major will never shake the demons he picked up in that pocket. A few years from now, while on a ship bound for Havana in 1921, he'll seek the peace he craves by jumping overboard. Charlie Whittlesey will never be seen again. Rest in peace, major. You deserved better than you got.But even as the beleaguered, worn, and life-drained lost battalion is found, the larger Meuse-Argonne offensive of late 1918 goes on, and it's not looking good for the Americans. Despite I Corps' hard-earned successes in the Argonne Forest, which they'll clear by October 10th, 1918, V and III Corps have been brought to a stop. General Blackjack Pershing will later remember these opening weeks of the Meuse-Argonne as placing, quote, the heaviest strain on the army and on me, close quote. There have been gains, all hard fought, but the plan to smash through the German's several lines here has ultimately failed. Indeed, as we enter mid-October 1918, these setbacks appear to give some credence to French Prime Minister Georges Clemenceau's incessant calls for Blackjack to be replaced. For both strategic and political reasons then, the American commander needs to start winning again and soon. But as thousands upon thousands of young American men bleed and die under his command, can Blackjack regain the momentum needed to bring this battle, this war, to its close? That's a story for next time. History That Doesn't Suck is created and hosted by me, Greg Jackson. Episode researched and written by Greg Jackson and Will King. Initial research and outlining by Darby Glass and Riley Neubauer. Production by Airship. Sound designed by Molly Bach. Theme music composed by Greg Jackson. Arrangement and additional composition by Lindsey Graham of Airship. For a bibliography of all primary and secondary sources consulted and writing this episode, visit htdspodcast.com. HGDS is supported by fans at patreon.com forward slash history that doesn't suck. My gratitude to Kind Souls for providing funding to help us keep going. Thank you, and a special thanks to our patrons whose monthly gift puts them at producer status. Amanda Grimes, Anthony Pizzullo, Art Lane, Ashley Berringer, Ben Kelly, Beth M. Christiansen, Bill Thompson, Bob Drasovich, Brad Herman, Brian Goodson, Shannon Stewart, Charles and Shirley Clendenin, Chris Mendoza, Christopher Merchant, Dave Longline, David and Holly Cottle, David Aubrey, Dave Defazio, David Rifkin, Ben Key, De'Rante Spencer, Donald Moore, Henry Brunges, James Black, Jamie Lilly, Jamie McCreery, Jeffrey Moots, Jennifer Magnolia, Jessica Poppock, Joe Dobis, John Frugal-Dougal, John Moody, John Keller, John Oliveros, John Rilevich, John Shaffer, John Sheff, Jordan Corbett, Juliana Taper, Justin M. 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"It's just before noon, Sunday, October 6th, 1918. We're at the Remicure Aerodome where the handsome, wisped, mustache-wearing 28-year-old pilot, Lieutenant Harold Guttler, is just getting out of his plane. But oh, is he frustrated. Like others of the 50th Aero Squadron, he spent the morning flying low, hoping to spy Major Charles Whittlesey and the Lost Battalion. It's been a bust though. Between thick fog and the dense woods of the Argonne, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Who knows if those boxes of rations they're dropping are even close to the right place. Meanwhile, their planes are taking quite a few German bullets. Harold's observer, a 24-year-old second lieutenant from Kansas named Irwin Bleckley, counts 40 bullet holes in their aircraft alone. Ah, but they can't give up. The thought of those 500-plus men starving now for half a week, shelled out, lacking medical attention, it's horrific. They have to get back up in the air. Flying in a borrowed DH-4 Liberty biplane that afternoon, Harold and Irwin find it far easier to scan the trees for the Lost Battalion now that the fog is cleared. Unfortunately, that means the Germans are finding it easier to get their low-flying aircraft in their sights too. Harold swerves, climbs, and dives as German machine guns on the ground target them. Meanwhile, Irwin returns fire at a Bosch machine gun nest on a ridge below. He wipes it out. Harold turns around for another pass, for one more attempt to find the Lost Battalion. But as he does, a German bullet tears through the plane and hits Irwin. Oh, and it's bad. Harold swerves back toward the base, hoping Irwin can hang in there until they can get to a hospital. But the enemy fire doesn't stop, and this time the bullet goes right through Harold's head. He's dead instantly. The plane lurches and glides, all while getting riddled with still more bullets until it crashes in the French sector. Irwin is still alive, but not for long. Of the 14 pilots and 15 observers from the 50th Aero Squadron that look for the Lost Battalion, Harold and Irwin are the only ones to die. Both will receive the Medal of Honor posthumously, but valiant as their efforts are, none of the 50th's flyboys will make a successful drop or find Charlie Whittlesey and his men. Back on the ground that same Sunday, October 6th, First Corps Commander General Hunter Liggett is readying the 82nd to make its dangerous advance into the Argonne. Or at least he's readying the Reserve Division's 1 Regiment that's close enough to get into action immediately, the 328th Infantry. Guides from the Big Red One will accompany them when they set out tomorrow morning, Monday, October 7th. But amid the weekend's fighting, doeboys across the American sector continue to suffer through the hardships of war. Newly added to 5th Corps in the American Center, the hard-fighting 3rd Rock of the Marne Division, so named as we know from Episode 136 for its unyielding stand at the Second Battle of the Marne, is assigned to take Hills 250 and 253 while pushing toward the heights of the Romagna. They're torn to shreds, stepping over the bodies of their fallen brothers in arms as the fight goes back and forth. On the American right, the men of 3rd Corps' 4th Division have indeed taken the Bois de Thay, but now they're bulging into the German line. That's right, you know the term for this from past episodes. They've formed a salient, and their orders are to hold. They do, but being so exposed, the Germans' observant artillery on the heights of the Meuse keep them hemmed in, while German aircraft drop bombs and gas. Col. Frederick Wise will never forget seeing the remnants of his 59th Regiment coming out of the woods with their eyes oozing fluid and led by one man who could see a little in front, leading the others, totally blinded, who held on to little sticks, extending from hand to hand to guide them. It's a heartbreaking scene, much like the haunting scene that John Singer Sargent's future oil on canvas, titled Gassed, will depict after he paints it next year. But whether blind, burnt, shot, or sliced up, the fight for the 4th salient leaves wounded young men crying out in English and German for water, their mother, or even that final rest others lying beside them now have. Death. This is the living hell of the Meuse-Argonne.
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"It's just before noon, Sunday, October 6th, 1918. We're at the Remicure Aerodome where the handsome, wisped, mustache-wearing 28-year-old pilot, Lieutenant Harold Guttler, is just getting out of his plane. But oh, is he frustrated. Like others of the 50th Aero Squadron, he spent the morning flying low, hoping to spy Major Charles Whittlesey and the Lost Battalion. It's been a bust though. Between thick fog and the dense woods of the Argonne, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Who knows if those boxes of rations they're dropping are even close to the right place. Meanwhile, their planes are taking quite a few German bullets. Harold's observer, a 24-year-old second lieutenant from Kansas named Irwin Bleckley, counts 40 bullet holes in their aircraft alone. Ah, but they can't give up. The thought of those 500-plus men starving now for half a week, shelled out, lacking medical attention, it's horrific. They have to get back up in the air. Flying in a borrowed DH-4 Liberty biplane that afternoon, Harold and Irwin find it far easier to scan the trees for the Lost Battalion now that the fog is cleared. Unfortunately, that means the Germans are finding it easier to get their low-flying aircraft in their sights too. Harold swerves, climbs, and dives as German machine guns on the ground target them. Meanwhile, Irwin returns fire at a Bosch machine gun nest on a ridge below. He wipes it out. Harold turns around for another pass, for one more attempt to find the Lost Battalion. But as he does, a German bullet tears through the plane and hits Irwin. Oh, and it's bad. Harold swerves back toward the base, hoping Irwin can hang in there until they can get to a hospital. But the enemy fire doesn't stop, and this time the bullet goes right through Harold's head. He's dead instantly. The plane lurches and glides, all while getting riddled with still more bullets until it crashes in the French sector. Irwin is still alive, but not for long. Of the 14 pilots and 15 observers from the 50th Aero Squadron that look for the Lost Battalion, Harold and Irwin are the only ones to die. Both will receive the Medal of Honor posthumously, but valiant as their efforts are, none of the 50th's flyboys will make a successful drop or find Charlie Whittlesey and his men. Back on the ground that same Sunday, October 6th, First Corps Commander General Hunter Liggett is readying the 82nd to make its dangerous advance into the Argonne. Or at least he's readying the Reserve Division's 1 Regiment that's close enough to get into action immediately, the 328th Infantry. Guides from the Big Red One will accompany them when they set out tomorrow morning, Monday, October 7th. But amid the weekend's fighting, doeboys across the American sector continue to suffer through the hardships of war. Newly added to 5th Corps in the American Center, the hard-fighting 3rd Rock of the Marne Division, so named as we know from Episode 136 for its unyielding stand at the Second Battle of the Marne, is assigned to take Hills 250 and 253 while pushing toward the heights of the Romagna. They're torn to shreds, stepping over the bodies of their fallen brothers in arms as the fight goes back and forth. On the American right, the men of 3rd Corps' 4th Division have indeed taken the Bois de Thay, but now they're bulging into the German line. That's right, you know the term for this from past episodes. They've formed a salient, and their orders are to hold. They do, but being so exposed, the Germans' observant artillery on the heights of the Meuse keep them hemmed in, while German aircraft drop bombs and gas. Col. Frederick Wise will never forget seeing the remnants of his 59th Regiment coming out of the woods with their eyes oozing fluid and led by one man who could see a little in front, leading the others, totally blinded, who held on to little sticks, extending from hand to hand to guide them. It's a heartbreaking scene, much like the haunting scene that John Singer Sargent's future oil on canvas, titled Gassed, will depict after he paints it next year. But whether blind, burnt, shot, or sliced up, the fight for the 4th salient leaves wounded young men crying out in English and German for water, their mother, or even that final rest others lying beside them now have. Death. This is the living hell of the Meuse-Argonne.
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"We last saw Major Charles Whittlesey and his mix of New Yorkers and rookie Westerners from the 77th Statue of Liberty Division two days ago on Wednesday evening, October 2nd, 1918, as they set up a strong reverse pocket defense in the Charlevoix Valley. They're well nestled in a pocket as they call this spot on the tree covered slope, but that hasn't kept them hidden from their foe. German forces surrounded them that same night. This means no more runners or telephones will carry messages to headquarters. Their only hope for communication is their few carrier pigeons. It also means that when Captain Nelson Holderman of the 307th Regiment arrived with his less than 100 strong K Company early on Thursday morning, October 3rd, they became the last reinforcements Charlie would receive. It's impossible to know their numbers for sure, but K Company likely brings this lost battalion as they will soon be known to about 550 men. Now starting their second full day in this pocket Friday morning, October 4th, wounded doughboys are now bound with bandages pulled from the dead American and German food is low. Men are taking rations off of dead Germans, sometimes removing blood soaked parts of bread to eat the other half. The inks can fill their canteens at a slimy Brooke, but only at night. Otherwise, a Bosch sniper will make sure they never need another sip of water again. Nor has the fighting stopped. The Germans have fired shells, menenwerfels, and on Thursday they made two small assaults. Worse still, the doughboys are running low on ammo for their Chauchat machine guns and Springfield rifles alike. Charlie couldn't be prouder of his men. Despite all of these hardships, not one of them has questioned his order, to hold this position at all costs, no falling back. Indeed, the stink of death is all over this hillside, but not once have the men mentioned surrender. Still, the New York lawyer turned army major knows his starving, parched and wounded men can't hold much longer. As Friday morning wears on, he sends his fifth carrier pigeon. The blunt note reads in part, men are suffering from hunger and exposure and the wounded are in a very bad condition. Cannot support be sent at once. Support is coming, but it's coming in the worst way possible. It's about 2 45 Friday afternoon, October 4th, 1918. Major Charles Whittlesey is making the rounds in his defensive perimeter, the pocket. Those doughboys fit for duty are keeping a sharp eye for the Germans. Others lie deeper in the pocket, enduring their wounds. Few complain. Two days into this ordeal, the men have grown almost accustomed to the hunger and pain. Suddenly Charlie's rounds are interrupted by the sound of artillery. American artillery. Thank God the men clap and cheer as shells decimate the Northern slopes of fill one 98 and part of the valley behind them. Obviously preparing the way for Yankee reinforcements. They're saved. Wait, why are those shells jumping up about slope up there? Slope shells crash into the pocket. Some men die for cover. A few wander out of their holes, shell shock, while still others like Sergeant Major Ben Gaidica are blown to bits. Out of flares, Charlie sees but one hope for stopping this misguided artillery, the carrier pigeon. Charlie scribbles out a message. Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us. For heaven's sake, stop it. He then gives a small note to pigeon handler Omer Richards. Some historians debate if there are one or two pigeons at this point, but the accepted count is two. According to this version, Omer grabs one, but the terrified bird slips through his nervous fingers and flies away. Omer now reaches for their last pigeon, a veteran of the French lines named Char ami, which is French for dear friend. Omer attaches the message to the gray and white bird. Then with a gentle toss, watches as it takes to the sky, but the crashing artillery scares him. He quickly lands on a nearby tree branch. Desperate doughboys toss rocks and sticks at the bird. Finally, Omer decides to break being exposed to the incoming garage. He climbs the tree to encourage the bird back into the air. It works. Char ami flies off. Just after 3 30 PM, Char ami flies into pigeon loft number nine. He's covered in blood. A bullet has wounded him in the chest and wing as well as taken one leg. The message he carries dangles by a few tendons where the appendage used to be. Yet somehow Char ami has not only survived, but still managed to deliver the message. He's landed only minutes after the 308th artillery realized their error and stopped the barrage. But don't tell the lost battalion that. They'll always credit Char ami with saving their lives and the bird will be awarded the Croix de Guerre with palm. The friendly fire shelling ends around 4 PM. 30 of Charlie's men are left dead or wounded, and worse still, the Germans strike immediately thereafter. They do so a second time later that night as well, fighting under the light of flares. But misguided artillery isn't the only American action on October 4th. Let's remember that this is the same day that the American army launches the second phase of its Meuse-Argonne offensive. Fresh off of yesterday's tussle with Allied Supreme Commander Ferdinand Foch to have the French military take over the US First Corps' fight in the Meuse-Argonne forest, a move likely inspired by French Prime Minister Georges Clemenceau, Blackjack launches the 1st American Army's renewed attack at 5.30 in the morning, October 4th. The Germans put up stiff resistance. General Robert Bullard's III Corps on the American right sees slow success as the 4th Division pushes one painful mile forward to capture the woods known as Bois de Fay over the next few days. In the American center, the completely reorganized V Corps is unable to accomplish its reduced objectives and take the central heights of Romagne. And as we know, General Hunter Liggett's I Corps is having all kinds of trouble on the American left in the Argonne Forest, but there is some good news over there as well. The beaten 35th Division has just rotated out. It's replaced by General Charles Summerall's seasoned and skilled 1st Division, better known as the Big Red One. That same day, October 4th, the Big Red One's hardened doughboys drive up the east side of the Argonne Forest on the Aire River's east bank to hit two formidable positions, one being Montrebeau Wood, the other being Montregagne, also known as Hill 240. This veteran division gains more ground than any other today, moving a mile and a half forward, but the casualties are steep. More than 2,000 men from the Big Red One are wounded or dead by the day's end. Their sacrifice has major ramifications for the Lost Battalion. Fighting on to achieve their ultimate objectives the next day, October 5th, the Big Red One has successfully flanked the Argonne Forest. This success convinces I Corps Commander General Hunter Liggett to send his reserve, the 82nd Division, westward through the Argonne to hit the Germans from behind. This, he hopes, will force the Germans from the woods and thus save the Lost Battalion. It's a bold move, so bold that Hunter's staff put up significant opposition as this will risk exposing the I Corps' flank to a counter-attack. But Hunter knows he has to act. Not only does he want to save Major Charlie Whittlesey and his men, but the newspapers have picked up the story and the Lost Battalion has become a symbol to Americans back home. They cannot be captured or killed at this point. Hunter must save them. In the meanwhile, the U.S. Air Service is trying its damnedest as well.
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"We last saw Major Charles Whittlesey and his mix of New Yorkers and rookie Westerners from the 77th Statue of Liberty Division two days ago on Wednesday evening, October 2nd, 1918, as they set up a strong reverse pocket defense in the Charlevoix Valley. They're well nestled in a pocket as they call this spot on the tree covered slope, but that hasn't kept them hidden from their foe. German forces surrounded them that same night. This means no more runners or telephones will carry messages to headquarters. Their only hope for communication is their few carrier pigeons. It also means that when Captain Nelson Holderman of the 307th Regiment arrived with his less than 100 strong K Company early on Thursday morning, October 3rd, they became the last reinforcements Charlie would receive. It's impossible to know their numbers for sure, but K Company likely brings this lost battalion as they will soon be known to about 550 men. Now starting their second full day in this pocket Friday morning, October 4th, wounded doughboys are now bound with bandages pulled from the dead American and German food is low. Men are taking rations off of dead Germans, sometimes removing blood soaked parts of bread to eat the other half. The inks can fill their canteens at a slimy Brooke, but only at night. Otherwise, a Bosch sniper will make sure they never need another sip of water again. Nor has the fighting stopped. The Germans have fired shells, menenwerfels, and on Thursday they made two small assaults. Worse still, the doughboys are running low on ammo for their Chauchat machine guns and Springfield rifles alike. Charlie couldn't be prouder of his men. Despite all of these hardships, not one of them has questioned his order, to hold this position at all costs, no falling back. Indeed, the stink of death is all over this hillside, but not once have the men mentioned surrender. Still, the New York lawyer turned army major knows his starving, parched and wounded men can't hold much longer. As Friday morning wears on, he sends his fifth carrier pigeon. The blunt note reads in part, men are suffering from hunger and exposure and the wounded are in a very bad condition. Cannot support be sent at once. Support is coming, but it's coming in the worst way possible. It's about 2 45 Friday afternoon, October 4th, 1918. Major Charles Whittlesey is making the rounds in his defensive perimeter, the pocket. Those doughboys fit for duty are keeping a sharp eye for the Germans. Others lie deeper in the pocket, enduring their wounds. Few complain. Two days into this ordeal, the men have grown almost accustomed to the hunger and pain. Suddenly Charlie's rounds are interrupted by the sound of artillery. American artillery. Thank God the men clap and cheer as shells decimate the Northern slopes of fill one 98 and part of the valley behind them. Obviously preparing the way for Yankee reinforcements. They're saved. Wait, why are those shells jumping up about slope up there? Slope shells crash into the pocket. Some men die for cover. A few wander out of their holes, shell shock, while still others like Sergeant Major Ben Gaidica are blown to bits. Out of flares, Charlie sees but one hope for stopping this misguided artillery, the carrier pigeon. Charlie scribbles out a message. Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us. For heaven's sake, stop it. He then gives a small note to pigeon handler Omer Richards. Some historians debate if there are one or two pigeons at this point, but the accepted count is two. According to this version, Omer grabs one, but the terrified bird slips through his nervous fingers and flies away. Omer now reaches for their last pigeon, a veteran of the French lines named Char ami, which is French for dear friend. Omer attaches the message to the gray and white bird. Then with a gentle toss, watches as it takes to the sky, but the crashing artillery scares him. He quickly lands on a nearby tree branch. Desperate doughboys toss rocks and sticks at the bird. Finally, Omer decides to break being exposed to the incoming garage. He climbs the tree to encourage the bird back into the air. It works. Char ami flies off. Just after 3 30 PM, Char ami flies into pigeon loft number nine. He's covered in blood. A bullet has wounded him in the chest and wing as well as taken one leg. The message he carries dangles by a few tendons where the appendage used to be. Yet somehow Char ami has not only survived, but still managed to deliver the message. He's landed only minutes after the 308th artillery realized their error and stopped the barrage. But don't tell the lost battalion that. They'll always credit Char ami with saving their lives and the bird will be awarded the Croix de Guerre with palm. The friendly fire shelling ends around 4 PM. 30 of Charlie's men are left dead or wounded, and worse still, the Germans strike immediately thereafter. They do so a second time later that night as well, fighting under the light of flares. But misguided artillery isn't the only American action on October 4th. Let's remember that this is the same day that the American army launches the second phase of its Meuse-Argonne offensive. Fresh off of yesterday's tussle with Allied Supreme Commander Ferdinand Foch to have the French military take over the US First Corps' fight in the Meuse-Argonne forest, a move likely inspired by French Prime Minister Georges Clemenceau, Blackjack launches the 1st American Army's renewed attack at 5.30 in the morning, October 4th. The Germans put up stiff resistance. General Robert Bullard's III Corps on the American right sees slow success as the 4th Division pushes one painful mile forward to capture the woods known as Bois de Fay over the next few days. In the American center, the completely reorganized V Corps is unable to accomplish its reduced objectives and take the central heights of Romagne. And as we know, General Hunter Liggett's I Corps is having all kinds of trouble on the American left in the Argonne Forest, but there is some good news over there as well. The beaten 35th Division has just rotated out. It's replaced by General Charles Summerall's seasoned and skilled 1st Division, better known as the Big Red One. That same day, October 4th, the Big Red One's hardened doughboys drive up the east side of the Argonne Forest on the Aire River's east bank to hit two formidable positions, one being Montrebeau Wood, the other being Montregagne, also known as Hill 240. This veteran division gains more ground than any other today, moving a mile and a half forward, but the casualties are steep. More than 2,000 men from the Big Red One are wounded or dead by the day's end. Their sacrifice has major ramifications for the Lost Battalion. Fighting on to achieve their ultimate objectives the next day, October 5th, the Big Red One has successfully flanked the Argonne Forest. This success convinces I Corps Commander General Hunter Liggett to send his reserve, the 82nd Division, westward through the Argonne to hit the Germans from behind. This, he hopes, will force the Germans from the woods and thus save the Lost Battalion. It's a bold move, so bold that Hunter's staff put up significant opposition as this will risk exposing the I Corps' flank to a counter-attack. But Hunter knows he has to act. Not only does he want to save Major Charlie Whittlesey and his men, but the newspapers have picked up the story and the Lost Battalion has become a symbol to Americans back home. They cannot be captured or killed at this point. Hunter must save them. In the meanwhile, the U.S. Air Service is trying its damnedest as well.
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"Charlie commands the 1st Battalion of the 308th Regiment in the 77th Division, aka the Statue of Liberty Division. The division commander is General Robert Alexander, and though a man of action, he's not the strongest leader or strategist. Indeed, his own superior officer, 1st Corps Commander General Howard Liggett, has actually wondered if Robert's promotion over the Statue of Liberty Division was a clerical error. Be that as it may, the 77th Statue of Liberty Division is now positioned to the right of the French, on the far left of the Muse-Argonne American sector, and this hard-nosed general is determined that his doughboys will drive the Germans back. Damn the costs. For Charlie's battalion, mostly rough and tumble Lower East Side melting pot New Yorkers, peppered with freshly arrived Westerners to replace their fallen, this means advancing a little less than a mile northward into the thick Argonne Forest, up the Charlevoix Ravine, taking the main German line, then pushing to the other side of the Charlevoix Valley to take a road and railroad on the next ridge. They are to do this today, blindly trusting that the French to their left and the 307th Regiment to their right are keeping pace and not leaving them open to a flanking attack. It's now 8.30am. The whistles blow, and galloping Charlie leads his doughboys into the woods. They stay as low as they can, hugging the west side of the ravine toward La Palette Hill, thankful to find that the trees stop most of the occasional German sniper and machinegun fire coming at them from both sides of the ravine. But eventually, Charlie and his men come to an opening. German bolts fly as seasoned New Yorkers and fresh-faced Westerners alike take cover and return fire. Charlie is no coward, but he loves his men and won't see them slaughtered without cause. He sends word of their predicament back. The message goes up the chain, to Colonel Cromwell Stacey of the 308th Battalion, to General Eben Johnson of the 154th Brigade, and finally, to General Robert Alexander. The division commander is unrelenting. He barks a message over the phone for the 154th Brigade's commander. You tell General Johnson that the 154th Brigade is holding back the French on the left, and is holding back everything on the right, and that the 154th Brigade must push forward to their objective today. By must, I mean must, and by today, I mean today, and not next week. The message is relayed back to Charlie Whittlesey with one caveat. Colonel Cromwell Stacey gives Charlie permission to cut eastward across the ravine to try the other side. The bespectacled Major answers, All right, I'll attack, but whether you'll hear from me again, I don't know. It's now about 2 p.m. Joined by Captain George McMurtry and his 2nd Battalion, Major Charlie Whittlesey leads their combined forces along the eastern side of the valley floor near Hill 198. A German sniper is holding them up, so Charlie sends Lieutenant Harold Rogers with B company out to deal with him and an accompanying Bosch machine gun nest. While a few soldiers distract the Germans, the rest of B company circles around and surprises the machine gunners. The 30 plus Germans, all older reservists, quickly surrender. A small force marches them back to the American lines as Charlie otherwise leads the mixed forces of the 1st and 2nd Battalions forward. Soon Charlie's men stumble upon an abandoned German trench. It's overgrown, but was clearly long held. Is this not the main trench of the Gieserhehr line? The line that the Germans intended to hold to the end? What on earth? And what's happening with the French to their left? Or the 307th Regiment to their right? No matter. They've yet to go as deep as General Robert Alexander has ordered. Charlie's doughboys next arrive at a marshy green open plain. There's a small brook crossed by a narrow bridge. Single file and broken up, the Americans dash across as German soldiers fire. The Yankees are lucky. Between the distance of the shot and the sunsets diminishing sunlight, most of them make it across. Ascending a steep slope, the 1st and 2nd Battalions soon reach a road. Charlie can hardly believe it. They've suffered about 90 casualties, but they've reached their objective. Immediately, he orders his doughboys to dig in on the slope below, forming an oval shaped perimeter. Charlie also sends privates George Newcomb and John Haught to check on the French to their left, while runners relay word back to his superiors that they've surpassed the Germans Gieserhehr line and reached the road beyond, as ordered. But the two privates don't find the French on the left. They find Germans. John Haught is captured, leaving George Newcomb to return alone with the report that the French aren't there. Meanwhile, as the runner's message makes it back, General Evan Johnson has mixed feelings. He knows that this news will please his demanding division commander, but at the same time, no other units of the 154th Brigade accomplished their nearly impossible objectives. That means Major Charles Whittlesey's forces aren't only exposed by French failures on their left, but by American failures on their right as well. He sends a battalion from the 307th Regiment to reinforce the major and calls division headquarters to report the situation. Colonel J.R.R. Hannay passes word to General Robert Alexander, then soon calls back. General Alexander says congratulations. But General Evan Johnson isn't of the same mind. Exasperated, he responds to the colonel, I do not consider it a matter for congratulations, but I wish to put him absolutely in possession of the facts. Those facts are that Major Charles Whittlesey's men are far out ahead of any other American or French forces, and soon those facts will also include that, of the reinforcements sent from the 307th, only K company will manage to find them, and that, by morning, the Germans will have completely surrounded the major and his mixed forces of roughly 550 soldiers. No food, no further reinforcements, surrounded. Good God, what hope do these lost doughboys have? The 77th Division will have to act fast if they are to save this lost battalion. Welcome to History That Doesn't Suck. I'm your professor, Greg Jackson, and I'd like to tell you a story. Today, as the Allies' war-ending Hundred Days Offensive takes the British to Cambrai and the Belgians to Flanders, we are following General Black Jack Pershing's massive, more than one million strong American Expeditionary Force, or the AEF, and its French allies into their last campaign of the Great War. This episode is part one of two of the 47-day-long Meuse-Argonne Offensive. It's been a few episodes since we've followed the AEF directly, so we'll start by backing up a month and change to review the background on and set the stage for the Americans stepping into the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. Once underway, we'll see hard fighting as we catch up with some familiar faces from past episodes, like Lieutenant Colonel George Patton and, over with the French, Harlem rattler Horace Pippin. But alas, we won't make it so much as a week into this offensive before we come to the plight of Major Charles Whittlesey and his mix of companies from the 77th Statue of Liberty Division, which we'll refer to collectively by their soon-to-be nickname, the Lost Battalion. We'll then finish their tale, one of brave men, a brave bird, and immense loss. Well, are you to follow Black Jack and his massive American force into their final campaign and see what becomes of the Lost Battalion? Excellent. Then let's dial the clock back two months and start down this dark path, the path that leads to the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. Rewind. In late August 1918, Allied Supreme Commander Ferdinand Foch wants to try a new strategy, one likely inspired by Britain's Field Marshal, Sir Douglas Haig. The Frenchman decides that allies will strike the Germans more or less simultaneously and in different spots. His new slogan is, tous le monde à la bataille, that is, everyone to battle. This, he hopes, will break the second Reich before the year's end. On August 30th, Ferdinand tells General Black Jack Pershing that this new plan means that the recently formed American First Army's upcoming attack on the Saint-Mihiel salient can't happen. Those doughboys need to go fight in the Argonne Forest and under French leadership, no less. Yeah, you remember this from episode 137. Black Jack is livid. This plan would deny the newly formed U.S. First Army its first real battle and hide their role in the final assault. The enraged American nearly throws a punch, but thankfully they compromise. Saint-Mihiel will happen, but with dialed back goals, after which the Yanks will head to the Argonne Forest, but under American leadership. Look at that. Ferdinand and Black Jack working things out without their fists. Miracles never cease. And so, the First American Army attacks at Saint-Mihiel on September 12th, and victory is in hand the next day. Black Jack then moves hundreds of thousands of men, their supplies, and 2,000-plus guns 60 miles northward, just past Verdun, across rough terrain in less than two weeks for the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. But the rough terrain isn't just a thing along the way. Here's what the Americans are facing on their new nearly 20-miles-long north-facing front. Starting on the American right, that is, the sector's eastern edge, we have the wild and deep Meuse River. The Yanks here will fight in its valley. Doughboys in the center will face hills, plateaus, and ridges, all of which provide the Germans great protection at their stronghold of Montfaucon. Continuing west, we come to the Aire River, which is followed by the Aisne River, and between them is the hill-covered, heavily wooded Argonne Forest. It's a horrific prospect to attack. In the words of Major General Hunter Liggett, quote, the region was a natural fortress beside which the Virginia wilderness in which Grant and Liggett was a park, close quote. But the Germans aren't only relying on their natural fortress. They've also constructed a massive defensive line, or Stellung in German, that runs from the North Sea down to Verdun. The Germans call it the Siegfried Stellung. The Allies call it the Hindenburg Line. We'll use the latter, but the key thing is that the Hindenburg Line, which passes right through this region, isn't a simple line of trenches. Here, it is a miles-deep series of lines supporting four positions, all bearing names from Teutonic lore. So, if the Americans break through the first line, they'll still have to deal with the Gisselher Line, which, despite the abandoned section we saw Major Charles Wilsey find in this episode's opening, is fiercely defended. That is followed by the Krimhilder Line, and finally the Freya Line. French General Philippe Etin estimates that the Americans will break through the Gisselher Line and take Montfaucon around Christmas. Yet, despite Philippe's view, all of the challenges we just discussed, and the U.S. Air Service operating with only 800 or so aircraft, as opposed to the 1400 that it had at Samuel, Blackjack has a more ambitious goal. He wants to take Montfaucon and press all the way to the Krimhilder Line on the first day. As his order number 20 states, quote, the advance will be pushed with great vigor, close quote. Damn. Okay, Blackjack, but how on earth are you going to do that? Well, despite the German's fortified natural fortress, Blackjack does have a few things going for him. One is the element of surprise. The Germans aren't ignorant to the Yankee force amassing here, but they still expect the Americans to push their advantage at Samuel, not strike hard in the Argonne Forest. Blackjack also has the numbers. He's striking with nine divisions, divided into three corps. On the American left, the balding, mustachioed, and rather rotund Major General Hunter Liggett commands First Corps. His doughboys will work with the French Fourth Army, yet to the left of them, to take the deadly Bellowood-esque Argonne Forest. In the center, we have Major General George H. Cameron's Fifth Corps. To them falls the daunting task of taking Montfaucon. A 300-foot rise here gives the Germans well-placed artillery an excellent observation point over the whole American sector, so Blackjack needs this taken out post haste. Lastly, Major General Robert L. Bullard's Third Corps holds the American right and will attack between Montfaucon and the Meuse River. Fresh off of a victory at Saint-Mihiel, the Yanks are filled with confidence while the Germans are demoralized. Sounds like the psychological setting is ripe for swift American movement. To quote Blackjack, in my opinion, no other allied troops had the morale or offensive spirit to overcome successfully the difficulties to be met in the Meuse-Argonne sector. But is Blackjack's confidence well-placed? None of the divisions here have even seen combat apart from the 33rd's Illinoisans who fought at Saint-Mihiel. Some men in the 79th Division, part of the 5th Corps assigned to take Montfaucon, have only been in uniform for a matter of weeks. Meanwhile, such aggressive posturing might encourage his less strategic generals, say Robert Alexander of the 77th Division, to push too hard. Well, time will tell. At 1130 p.m. on September 25, 1918, American artillery begins to fire. Soon, an astounding 2,711 guns are blasting away, tearing through more ammo in a few hours than the Union and Confederate armies combined fired in all four years of the Civil War. The sound is overwhelming. Men with the 1st Corps' 129th go deaf. Among them is a 34-year-old captain and future U.S. President, Harry Truman, who says it looks, quote, as though every gun in France was turned loose, close quote. Meanwhile, ace pilot Eddie Rickenbacker is flying over the exploding countryside just before daybreak. He'll later recall that through the darkness, the whole western horizon was illuminated with one mass of jagged flashes. At 530 a.m., the bombardment gives way to a rolling barrage as doughboys go over the top. Watching is Lieutenant Colonel George Patton, who's just penned a letter to his wife, which opens with, just a word to you before I leave to play a part in what promises to be the biggest battle of the war or world so far. George might be the commander of the 1st Corps' 1st Tank Brigade, but he isn't one for watching. His patience for staying in a command post as his 140 tanks roll forward can only last so long. It's sometime after 10 a.m., September 26, 1918, Lieutenant Colonel George Patton trudges through tank tracks in the forest looking for his men and machines en route to Val Ven in support of the 35th Division. He's been out here for three hours and has amassed an entourage of some hundred officers and men. Some want to follow, others fear not. Pressing forward through the lifting fog, they soon reach the southern edge of the small village of Chepil, and that's when George and his impromptu battalion suddenly face machine gun fire. George yells for everyone to get low and follow him back as he tries to figure out where on earth his tanks went. It's not long before he gets his answer. They're bottlenecked. A French Schneider got stuck trying to cross between two wide German trenches. George is livid. Why haven't he? He will. The tank brigade commander braves German bullets, grabs shovels and tools off of the exposed tanks, and puts the Americans and French alike to work, digging a French tank out. As the men work, George and Captain Math English stand above the trench, surveying the land and planning the next move. Lieutenant Paul Edwards yells for them to come down. George responds, hell with them. They can't hit me. He stays there while the tanks cross, using hand signals to give directions to the deafened crews inside these machines of war. But as the tanks move on, George remains eager for action. He waves his swagger stick overhead, shouting, let's go get them. Who's with me? His 100 strong force jumps up and follows the athletic colonel over the crest of the hill in front of them. That's when the Germans really open up. Seems like they were waiting for this exact moment. Everyone drops to the ground for cover, looking up at the sky. George has, well, he says a vision, a vision of his veteran ancestors. In his words, I felt a great desire to run. I was trembling with fear when suddenly I thought of my progenitors and seemed to see them in a cloud over the German lines, looking at me. I became calm all at once and saying aloud, it is time for another patent to die, called for volunteers. Six men answer his call. Already sure of his own death, George jumps up, shouting, let's go, let's go. He charged forward and are immediately cut down. Five of the six volunteers were killed. George is hit in the leg. The lone other survivor, George's orderly, Joseph T. Angelo drags his wounded commander to safety. On his insistence, George is taken to the 35th division's headquarters to report on the battle before finally going to the hospital. It's a similar story for day one of the Meuse-Argonne across the American sector. Doughboys, brave but green, charge forward with mixed results. General Robert Bullard's third corps on the American right sees the greatest success covering some six miles between the Meuse River on their right and Montfaucon on their left. As Robert will later recall, his men advanced, quote, almost as far as we had anticipated and my corps that day had suffered no great losses, close quote. On the American left, where George Patton just suffered a wound severe enough to take him out of the whole offensive, General Hunter Liggett's first corps sees the smallest gains. No surprise as these men are dealing with the dense Argonne forest, but among those on the corps far left, 77th division's commander, General Robert Alexander, is particularly galled at his New Yorker's slow progress. That brings us to the American center and Blackjack's greatest hope for today, V Corps' attack on Montfaucon. None of these three divisions have ever seen battle. One division commander, Major General Joseph Kuhn of the 79th, has never led infantry before today. Little surprise then that Montfaucon remains in German hands as the sun sets. The day was so disorganized that German General Max von Galwitz thinks the attack might be a diversion with the real attack still coming from Blackjack's more experienced troops over at Saint-Miel. Indeed, the German commander is confident that the coming days here at the Meuse-Argonne will go just as well for the German army.
History That Doesn't Suck
"whittlesey" Discussed on History That Doesn't Suck
"Charlie commands the 1st Battalion of the 308th Regiment in the 77th Division, aka the Statue of Liberty Division. The division commander is General Robert Alexander, and though a man of action, he's not the strongest leader or strategist. Indeed, his own superior officer, 1st Corps Commander General Howard Liggett, has actually wondered if Robert's promotion over the Statue of Liberty Division was a clerical error. Be that as it may, the 77th Statue of Liberty Division is now positioned to the right of the French, on the far left of the Muse-Argonne American sector, and this hard-nosed general is determined that his doughboys will drive the Germans back. Damn the costs. For Charlie's battalion, mostly rough and tumble Lower East Side melting pot New Yorkers, peppered with freshly arrived Westerners to replace their fallen, this means advancing a little less than a mile northward into the thick Argonne Forest, up the Charlevoix Ravine, taking the main German line, then pushing to the other side of the Charlevoix Valley to take a road and railroad on the next ridge. They are to do this today, blindly trusting that the French to their left and the 307th Regiment to their right are keeping pace and not leaving them open to a flanking attack. It's now 8.30am. The whistles blow, and galloping Charlie leads his doughboys into the woods. They stay as low as they can, hugging the west side of the ravine toward La Palette Hill, thankful to find that the trees stop most of the occasional German sniper and machinegun fire coming at them from both sides of the ravine. But eventually, Charlie and his men come to an opening. German bolts fly as seasoned New Yorkers and fresh-faced Westerners alike take cover and return fire. Charlie is no coward, but he loves his men and won't see them slaughtered without cause. He sends word of their predicament back. The message goes up the chain, to Colonel Cromwell Stacey of the 308th Battalion, to General Eben Johnson of the 154th Brigade, and finally, to General Robert Alexander. The division commander is unrelenting. He barks a message over the phone for the 154th Brigade's commander. You tell General Johnson that the 154th Brigade is holding back the French on the left, and is holding back everything on the right, and that the 154th Brigade must push forward to their objective today. By must, I mean must, and by today, I mean today, and not next week. The message is relayed back to Charlie Whittlesey with one caveat. Colonel Cromwell Stacey gives Charlie permission to cut eastward across the ravine to try the other side. The bespectacled Major answers, All right, I'll attack, but whether you'll hear from me again, I don't know. It's now about 2 p.m. Joined by Captain George McMurtry and his 2nd Battalion, Major Charlie Whittlesey leads their combined forces along the eastern side of the valley floor near Hill 198. A German sniper is holding them up, so Charlie sends Lieutenant Harold Rogers with B company out to deal with him and an accompanying Bosch machine gun nest. While a few soldiers distract the Germans, the rest of B company circles around and surprises the machine gunners. The 30 plus Germans, all older reservists, quickly surrender. A small force marches them back to the American lines as Charlie otherwise leads the mixed forces of the 1st and 2nd Battalions forward. Soon Charlie's men stumble upon an abandoned German trench. It's overgrown, but was clearly long held. Is this not the main trench of the Gieserhehr line? The line that the Germans intended to hold to the end? What on earth? And what's happening with the French to their left? Or the 307th Regiment to their right? No matter. They've yet to go as deep as General Robert Alexander has ordered. Charlie's doughboys next arrive at a marshy green open plain. There's a small brook crossed by a narrow bridge. Single file and broken up, the Americans dash across as German soldiers fire. The Yankees are lucky. Between the distance of the shot and the sunsets diminishing sunlight, most of them make it across. Ascending a steep slope, the 1st and 2nd Battalions soon reach a road. Charlie can hardly believe it. They've suffered about 90 casualties, but they've reached their objective. Immediately, he orders his doughboys to dig in on the slope below, forming an oval shaped perimeter. Charlie also sends privates George Newcomb and John Haught to check on the French to their left, while runners relay word back to his superiors that they've surpassed the Germans Gieserhehr line and reached the road beyond, as ordered. But the two privates don't find the French on the left. They find Germans. John Haught is captured, leaving George Newcomb to return alone with the report that the French aren't there. Meanwhile, as the runner's message makes it back, General Evan Johnson has mixed feelings. He knows that this news will please his demanding division commander, but at the same time, no other units of the 154th Brigade accomplished their nearly impossible objectives. That means Major Charles Whittlesey's forces aren't only exposed by French failures on their left, but by American failures on their right as well. He sends a battalion from the 307th Regiment to reinforce the major and calls division headquarters to report the situation. Colonel J.R.R. Hannay passes word to General Robert Alexander, then soon calls back. General Alexander says congratulations. But General Evan Johnson isn't of the same mind. Exasperated, he responds to the colonel, I do not consider it a matter for congratulations, but I wish to put him absolutely in possession of the facts. Those facts are that Major Charles Whittlesey's men are far out ahead of any other American or French forces, and soon those facts will also include that, of the reinforcements sent from the 307th, only K company will manage to find them, and that, by morning, the Germans will have completely surrounded the major and his mixed forces of roughly 550 soldiers. No food, no further reinforcements, surrounded. Good God, what hope do these lost doughboys have? The 77th Division will have to act fast if they are to save this lost battalion. Welcome to History That Doesn't Suck. I'm your professor, Greg Jackson, and I'd like to tell you a story. Today, as the Allies' war-ending Hundred Days Offensive takes the British to Cambrai and the Belgians to Flanders, we are following General Black Jack Pershing's massive, more than one million strong American Expeditionary Force, or the AEF, and its French allies into their last campaign of the Great War. This episode is part one of two of the 47-day-long Meuse-Argonne Offensive. It's been a few episodes since we've followed the AEF directly, so we'll start by backing up a month and change to review the background on and set the stage for the Americans stepping into the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. Once underway, we'll see hard fighting as we catch up with some familiar faces from past episodes, like Lieutenant Colonel George Patton and, over with the French, Harlem rattler Horace Pippin. But alas, we won't make it so much as a week into this offensive before we come to the plight of Major Charles Whittlesey and his mix of companies from the 77th Statue of Liberty Division, which we'll refer to collectively by their soon-to-be nickname, the Lost Battalion. We'll then finish their tale, one of brave men, a brave bird, and immense loss. Well, are you to follow Black Jack and his massive American force into their final campaign and see what becomes of the Lost Battalion? Excellent. Then let's dial the clock back two months and start down this dark path, the path that leads to the Meuse-Argonne Offensive. Rewind. In late August 1918, Allied Supreme Commander Ferdinand Foch wants to try a new strategy, one likely inspired by Britain's Field Marshal, Sir Douglas Haig. The Frenchman decides that allies will strike the Germans more or less simultaneously and in different spots. His new slogan is, tous le monde à la bataille, that is, everyone to battle. This, he hopes, will break the second Reich before the year's end. On August 30th, Ferdinand tells General Black Jack Pershing that this new plan means that the recently formed American First Army's upcoming attack on the Saint-Mihiel salient can't happen. Those doughboys need to go fight in the Argonne Forest and under French leadership, no less. Yeah, you remember this from episode 137. Black Jack is livid. This plan would deny the newly formed U.S. First Army its first real battle and hide their role in the final assault. The enraged American nearly throws a punch, but thankfully they compromise.
History That Doesn't Suck
A highlight from 142: The Meuse-Argonne Offensive (pt.1) The Lost Battalion
"History That Doesn't Suck is a biweekly podcast delivering a legit, seriously researched, hard -hitting survey of American history through entertaining stories. If you'd like to support HTDS or enjoy bonus content, please consider giving at patreon .com forward slash history that doesn't suck. It's just past 8 a .m. Wednesday, October 2nd, 1918. We're in northeastern France, one week into the combined Franco -American -Muse -Argonne Offensive, and Major Charles Whittlesey, or Galloping Charlie, as the witty, kind -hearted yet energetic and disciplined 34 -year -old New York lawyer turned battalion commander as known, is standing with his men, ready to join the fight already raging in the Argonne Forest. This is no small thing. Let me use the precious moments remaining before the whistle sounds and they charge forward to explain.
History That Doesn't Suck
A highlight from 142: The Meuse-Argonne Offensive (pt.1) The Lost Battalion
"History That Doesn't Suck is a biweekly podcast delivering a legit, seriously researched, hard -hitting survey of American history through entertaining stories. If you'd like to support HTDS or enjoy bonus content, please consider giving at patreon .com forward slash history that doesn't suck. It's just past 8 a .m. Wednesday, October 2nd, 1918. We're in northeastern France, one week into the combined Franco -American -Muse -Argonne Offensive, and Major Charles Whittlesey, or Galloping Charlie, as the witty, kind -hearted yet energetic and disciplined 34 -year -old New York lawyer turned battalion commander as known, is standing with his men, ready to join the fight already raging in the Argonne Forest. This is no small thing. Let me use the precious moments remaining before the whistle sounds and they charge forward to explain.
Everything Everywhere Daily
"whittlesey" Discussed on Everything Everywhere Daily
"All one word to say fifteen percent on your next purchase. The el nino phenomenon was originally named by peruvian fishermen back in the seventeenth century. They noticed that sometimes the water's would often get warmer around christmas time. They name this effect el nino. Which means little boy in spanish. When capitalized el nino refers to the christ child and it gets its name from the fact that it happened at christmas in the nineteen thirties. Meteorologist by the name of sir gilbert walker realized that a meteorological phenomenon called the southern oscillation always occurred with what the locals called el nino to understand what happens during el nino. It's necessary to understand the circulation of water in the pacific ocean. Under normal conditions. Cold water will come up to the surface off the western coast of south america. This cold water is great for fishing as it brings up nutrients and plankton. And it's one of the reasons why the pacific waters off of south america are so good for fishing. This cold water begins to warm up as it reaches the surface ended his transported roughly along the equator towards asia and australia. Along the way the heat of the sun and the pacific ocean warm water. And it's one of the reasons. Why parts of asia along the same latitudes such as indonesia are so hot. This current will then take the warm water down the eastern coast of australia down to antarctica where it will work. Its way back to south america and start all over again. This is how it normally works. Ocean currents can't change however every few years. The transport of warm water from east to west can sometimes reverse warm water from the equator will move eastward toward south america. This is the warm water phenomenon that the seventeenth century fishermen off peru founded named. And this is el nino because the pacific ocean is so big. This change in warm water currents can change weather patterns. Globally the reason why the fishermen recognized and name. This phenomenon is that it was horrible for fishing the nutrients which came up to the surface with a cold water. We're no longer coming up with warm water. The areas which see the largest weather changes are in the americas on the west coast of south america. They'll see more rainfall with the moist. Hot air hitting its coast. Chile will tend to have milder winters and across the andes into the amazon basin. There will usually be less rain. During an el nino event. Northern states in the united states and western. Canada tend to have warmer winters. Southern states tend to have more precipitation and the eastern part of the united states tends to be drier in antarctica the rossi which is south of the pacific ocean will see less ice formation in higher temperatures whereas the whittlesey roughly south of the atlantic ocean will see lower temperatures and increased ice formation in asia. El nino will reduce precipitation and can cause droughts the driest february's in recorded history in singapore. Where weather records have been kept the longest. All coincide with el nino's australia likewise sees lower rainfalls with cooler. Temperatures in northern latitudes and higher temperatures in the southern latitudes there is a third phenomenon that can also happen in this region..
The Shawn Harvey Morning Show Podcast
"whittlesey" Discussed on The Shawn Harvey Morning Show Podcast
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ABC Radio MELBOURNE
"whittlesey" Discussed on ABC Radio MELBOURNE
"Mm. The measure is currently due to expire on knife 15, But Karen Andrews says the government is watching the situation closely. I understand that people are concerned, but these are temporary measures we will be reviewing them. Quite frankly, they're being looked at every single day as we look at what the options are. India's mind Congress party has urged the government to declare a nationwide lock down the number of coronavirus cases there has surged past 20 million. The parties later claims health services in the country have virtually collapsed with people calling for medical help on social media. Victorian coalition will use parliament to try to force the release of a controversial report into workplace bullying discrimination and sexism in the M F B and C F A In 28, saying the United Firefighters Union successfully blocked the release of the Victorian Equal Opportunity and Human Rights Commission report into the fire services. He was on the grounds to report had been requested by the state government, not the CF A and M F boom last year all paid firefighters who brought together under the banner off fire Rescue Victoria Shadow Minister for Emergency services Tim Smith says the government needs to find a way to release the report in order to clean up firefighting. And I call on the Andrews labor government to vote with the opposition and release this report so we can fix up the culture in their fire surfaces and make Them a safe workplace for all women. Lawyers worried the rebirth of the police in schools program in Victoria will unnecessarily target troubled kids. Victoria Police is confirmed it will re launch a version of the program like this year that saw officers were insanely visit schools in the 19 eighties and nineties in an effort to build stronger community relationships. Some criminologists said the programs were tune could help to shift the force away from its military image with younger people. But youth lawyer Anoushka Geronimo US says she's against the idea. We're worried that they at risk kids will consequently have unnecessary interactions with the police and inadvertently contribute further to the systemic overrepresentation off certain complex groups of Children. For example of First Nations Children homicide squad detectives are appealing for information as they continue their investigation into a fatal drive by shooting in Melbourne's west earlier this year. Alec original reports, Police have released images of a youth they believe was involved in the fatal shooting off economic go to Vasa in Raven Hole. In February, The 33 year old was standing outside the pool hall around midnight with friends when a car approached the group several gunshots within fired from the youth, killing Mr to Vasa and seriously injuring a second man. Police want to speak to anyone with information about the vehicle described as a dark gray 2017, Toyota Hi Lux, Jule Cab Ute and its occupants described as Pacific Islander in appearance. Police say they still don't know the motive behind the shooting. Woman has died in a car crash in Melbourne's north overnight, police said. The driver crashed into a tree on the Whittlesey Yea road in Hume Veil about 20 past nine. The woman who has yet to be formally identified, died at the scene. She was the only person in the car. In men's tennis. Australian John Millman has beed in world number 16 humored her catch at the Madrid Open 577663 Like CPA. Perrin has won his match against Germany's Yang Lin. It's truth 6376 and Alex Demon, or also progressed after he claimed the first set 62 and was leading in the second three love before South African Lloyd Harris retired hurt. Checking Victoria's with the details now and Ryan over a skips land today with possible heavy falls about the far raced scattered showers about the remaining eastern Rangers. Patchy morning frost and fog in the West. Cool too mild and mostly cloudy day with moderate to locally fresh southeasterly winds, and there's a strong wind warning for the east Gippsland Coast. Millman. The chance of fog about nearby heels early this morning, then a partly cloudy day with the top off 17 degrees Tomorrow Partly cloudy again and 19 Friday. Similar conditions 20 Saturday a possible shower 19 Sunday partly cloudy 20. At this stage Monday. Cheryl, too, and 18 degrees, but right now in Melbourne, it's eight degrees ABC News Good morning and welcome to a M. I'm Sabra Lane on today's program Facebook to decide whether to allow Donald Trump back on its.
The gamingfixx1's Podcast
"whittlesey" Discussed on The gamingfixx1's Podcast
"Okay see actually how big that is but the phone. Can you see no so like an action. Bigger like a big action figure. He'll stand about the same size as a as a big action figure and So yeah that that was the thing Of course. I was on hough five yesterday with brian. Kilby and spider. Bob and sean hamilton. And the camera reveals his name but on hot five are patron. Only Exclusive podcast that i've been doing on tuesdays and if you're like wondering why it is that i've got so much energy when you listen to me on gaming fixing we listen to me on hot five. It's because five takes place on tuesday right after treatment. So i'm just waking up and so and we're talking about historical things that happened in transformers. And sometimes i have no clue. Does it like a really in detail. on the laura slash episodes of the eighties. No like it'd be the lower and the no it's like It's kind of like when things came out. I'm somethings we skip like. It's like this person who voiced this was born and they're like okay cool to whittlesey gonna say like unless it's like frank welker or someone like a real big name. Then there's a real significant lay satra which unfortunately at the time in the eighties like That was when you had a more voice acting was either dine with no concern at all or it was done by cataracts so I am done about my game on one thing. That's truly cool is Both those posted stories at the same exact time. Like i was about to post two stories went. Onto the to reposed our stories and york post both of them selves. Like okay cool cover So that's that's that's nice Okay i was wondering 'cause i was gonna as segue to so we talked a bit about uh show develop shows going. Yes been an announcement. As far really big franchise in the whole fantasy of that has to be touched for live action film and that is world of darkness. It's not yet to be touched. Oh it's well okay. What has been out before a vampire the masquerade which was done by tori which was done by aaron spelling of all people and I used i've watched those facades I got on netflix. And they're bad. I can imagine view because one. You've got the aaron spelling thing so it's it's You know of course everybody..
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The Joys Of Binge Reading: The Best in Mystery, Romance and Historicals
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"Very powerful you quote from a priest woods variant of the book. You say you've come to an understanding of the statement. Choose to be in your life to be in your marriage. Every single day and the assumption is what ever that dame might bring that you choose to be an it. That's a very big ask for some people but and it's a huge wise. Listen tripler into the very young age really. Isn't it. yeah it is and you know everything about that day when you get married when you take your vows new say for better for worse in sickness and health you say and you mean it but it's very theoretical and then to have really learned what it meant and to realize okay now it's being called in and now i'm being expected to live this. Live out these words you know on the near side of thirty not something new necessarily would expect but it is true because i even i remind myself this every single day. You know all of us at some point will enter the club of the bad thing where something we didn't wish for or ask for or expect is dropped on us And some of us entered sooner than others in some of us enter it probably in a way that's more jarring or painful than others but inevitably every single one of us will will have that moment and once you have joined that club you realize what is truly precious and the flip side. What is not worth feeling. You know the heartache are the frustration that that be previously you would have allowed yourself to engage in. And i think it's just a big time of taking measure and taking stock and i think it's probably something that everyone in. The world has experienced in the past year just living through a global pandemic or life is just sort of simplified to what you what you can see day by day. And it's everything from just not carrying grudges to telling people how you really feel about them telling you cherishing the time that you have with loved ones knowing that truly every day is a possibility that everything could change forever at the possibilities. Always there and it's easier said than done and some days it's easier to do than others but i just think it's the sort of thing that once you learn it and even you know potentially in probably in a traumatic way you can't unknow it And you can't. You can't unsee that perspective and i think it just informs than the way that you live your life in the that you see your relationships and in the way you prioritize your health and your moments and and your choices and your energy and and your priorities now. You've very much moved on from that. You've you've added to your family. And i think if you are about to do that again so tell us a little bit about like today. Why yes so. So a few months. After dave stroke we gave birth to our daughter lily. Who is just a joy for both of us in that time. And i really think was the light that pulled us forward and there were many as when i didn't know if lily would ever know her father and if he would ever be there to see her grow and and he has it's it feels miraculous wonderful and so then i never thought we'd be able to expand our family beyond that but then we were able to have a second child. We welcomed another daughter newly named her grace because it was truly inactive grace and so we have our two daughters and and dave is healthy and he prioritizes you know getting and we we all are just trying to stay healthy and we are really grateful and we still do sometimes truly just sit and take stock and criteria joy. That that we're here together. Lewis life is you know how easily it could have gone the other direction. Yeah look moving just unto talking about to a wider career as a writer this one question. I always do like to ask. That is is the one thing that you have done more than any other. That's helped to make you a successful historical fiction writer honestly. I think that it's a choice of who you enter into relationships with as you are building your career because i can write the book i am not an editor a not a literary agent i am not a publisher and so i think single best thing i've done that i'm grateful or in. The trajectory of my career is having been able to sync up with my literary agent and being able to sync up with my editor. I just love them both. They are strong women. They believe in these female characters. I'm working on. They support me and it really. Is you know when you're choosing your literary agent and then choosing your editor an analogy. That that i can't help but make it really is a marriage in the sense of like you're partnering to bring this book to fruition and so if you're not on the same page it's same page pun intended. It really could be very very difficult. And so i think i think the single best thing that i give credit to in my career is is being paired with my literary agent and my editor. That just means so much to me. Nothing that i do would turn into anything without the two of them. We are coming to the end of our time together but before we pat. I do want to ask you about your reading taste because this is the joys of binge reading i think you probably have been passionate radio whole life. I would pick there. What do you like to read. What would you recommend to others. Not so much in literary fiction but in fiction that's entertaining or gives light relief. Yes oh i love to read every genre. And i love variety and i you know as i said my true love and may not drove propensities towards historical fiction. So right now. I'm reading ham. Knit i just started by magill farrell about shakespeare son who passed away just a few before. He wrote hamlet And so that one's been fascinating. I love kathleen rooney. She has written on two books that i really loved lily. Inbox fish takes walk and share me and major whittlesey. I'd love both her books. Just thought they were both delightful excursions into fiction. I just finished the midnight library by matt haig which i really enjoyed. I love memoir. I love danny shapiro in writing memoir. And then i love everything across the fiction from philip. A gregory to hillary man tell to christina baker kline. She just wrote a beautiful book. The exiles on which takes place in australia and i love her writing. I love martha hall kelly. She wrote.
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