John Swift
The indelible shadow of the First World War still blankets the world we live in today. Although not reflected upon in study or teaching as much as other conflicts, there is no doubt it established a violent introduction to the century that followed. The tangible residue of that time has mostly dissipated as has those who lived through those climatic events have departed this mortal world. However, the men who entered into that crucible have left us the enduring need to give their sacrifice meaning.
It is with this core belief that many of us still visit the fields and forests where the battles seared the annals of history. With dear comrades, it is a privilege to share an annual pilgrimage to pay homage. This year I was blessed to share the travels with Mike Cunha and others as we visited the Meuse-Argonne. Several memoirs whose vivid first person accounts of the survivor’s tortuous experiences were selected to guide our journey. These accounts provided enough detail that we were ultimately able to template their footsteps across the same terrain recounted by their own words. One such day was spent with Sergeant William S. Triplet, a platoon sergeant in Company D, First Battalion, 140th Infantry Regiment, 35th Division.
| Sgt. Triplet's War Account Is Still Available HERE On the Right Is the Postwar Sgt. Triplet When He Was a West Point Cadet |
As a seventeen year old high school junior, Triplet enlisted into the Kansas/Missouri National Guard with a tinge of patriotism and the false aspirations of a high school diploma. The Missouri Guard was quickly mobilized into federal service as the 35th Division where its combat record in the Great War would meet with much scrutiny. Triplet’s physical size and self-discipline earned him an NCO’s rank that eventually seems to have placed him as an acting platoon commander during the 35th Divisions’ trials of the Meuse-Argonne. The historical record is honored to have had Triplet’s memoir assembled into the book A Youth in the Meuse-Argonne: A Memoir 1917-18 as edited by Robert Ferrell and printed by the University of Missouri Press in 2019. It is notable that his memoir offers enough detail to literally trace his footsteps by the narrative of his experience and emotions as he advanced and fought for the five fateful days that saw the 35th Division dissolve.
His battle started with the Division’s opening attack to gain its initial decisive point upon Vauquois Hill (1). William’s vivid memory recounts his becoming lost while leading his platoon over the summit with an ethereal recollection of seeing a color guard actually carrying flags into the assault as if it were a battle from a prior century. Thereafter he notes becoming disoriented by the conditions of the terrain and weather while German prisoners move to the rear past him. Vauquois Hill remains the most poignant testament to the industrial proportions of destruction the war witnessed. To place Triplet here is profound while understanding further that he simply walks over the hill’s crest through sporadic rifle fire. His recalling those events does little to appreciate how the war evolved into that mist saturated moment. For four years the French and Germans had trenched, tunneled and mined the hill into what today is a monument to man’s cruelty. The remains of the butte physically place an emotional weight upon the onlooker that is impossible to describe. The cratered surface and its depths hide an agony that still overwhelms the senses.
| Key Sites Mentioned in Article 1. Vauquois, 2. Cheppy, 3. Montrebeau Wood, 4. Sgt Triplet Wounded |
Triplet marched on to the town of Cheppy (2) that was delineated by the division order as the Division’s second decisive point. My comrades and I took a short drive north to a crossroads where we parked in front of the Missouri Monument. I have often reflected that this rural nondescript crossroads witnessed several soon to be notable historical figures and valorous actions that belie its pastoral setting. From this spot, on 26 September 1918, one could have observed a Captain Truman ordering his battery into position to the southwest and doing so without orders. A Lieutenant Colonel Patton would be running in the foreground ruthlessly ordering his tanks forward into the village before receiving a near mortal wound. One would have hardly been able to imagine the series of valorous acts that were also unfolding on a ridgeline only a few hundred meters from where this memorial now stands. Where a row of bushes now grow, Captain Skinker and Private Wold would have captured and destroyed several German machine gun positions that were preventing a regimental advance into Cheppy. Both would have their life’s blood flow onto the hill as our nation would recognize them posthumously with the Medal of Honor. Here at this crossroads before a small stream entering into Cheppy, one feels the weight of great deeds with extreme sacrifice.
Triplet and his platoon ultimately sprint through the village late in the day and he again describes how the weather and lack of food overcome any thoughts of the enemy and fear. The next day he continues with the Division’s attack towards the fateful Montrebeau Wood (3). While traversing the hills towards them, his unit is painfully stopped by a wall of machine gun fire being placed by Germans dug along the “Roman Road” to their front. It is interesting that I had read this account numerous times without realizing I had driven that exact road countless times. This “Roman Road” still exists as the main road from Romagne to Varennes. Any visitor to the Argonne will likely drive this road and yet on a hill to its south, only a few hundred yards away, is the spot where Sergeant Triplet and his platoon fought viciously for survival. Walking onto that hill, our group was privileged to read the actual account Triplet left us of his being flattened into the ground to survive the barrage of machine gun fire while the veteran mortar platoon commander ambled up to him and coolly asked for him to denote a target of choice. The account is dark humor but reflects something we often lose when studying battles. At the lowest level of armed conflict with the infantryman, training and skill allow survival. The 35th Division’s combat record is certainly questionable but here on this hill, at the company level, the Division showed its adept training and the true character of its company level leadership. Triplet leaves us an account that must be read to understand the skills necessary to survive combat in the Meuse-Argonne. The hill and Roman Road remain today as stark reminders of how close the men were in their mortal struggles.
| Village of Cheppy Captured by the 35th Division in the Opening of the Offensive |
Finally, as Triplet’s memoir led us, we traveled into Montrebeau Wood (3). A place where the 35th Division would attack from and impale itself before the village of Exermont. The same woods from where the division ultimately crawled out of after being fragmented. Triplet’s memoir recounts the specifics of his platoon entering the woods and holding back a German counterattack. Thereafter, he is ordered to attack into the village of Exermont. While sprinting forward he would be wounded before the attack had entered into the village itself. Walking through these woods is always a solemn experience and its stillness is heavy like many of the wooded areas in the Argonne. However, this wood is more poignant to me for many reasons. While sharing Triplet’s account and showing Mike the location of where Triplet set up his chauchat gunners, we easily followed the memoir’s description of the wood. Therein, as he described, Mike and I stood before a series of fighting positions still clearly engraved upon the forest floor. The power of Triplet’s account became real and an indescribable sense of the past became tangible. We could look north and see where Triplet was wounded in front of Exermont (4) and then turn south to follow the route he would have taken to the shelter of the valley where Chaudrun Farm then and now sits. There on that ridge, the 35th Division regrouped and the weight of battle was lifted from their pained muscles. All this can be seen but equally felt following in Triplet’s footsteps. We honor these men’s deeds by our memory. We can not forget nor let others. We need to retell their stories and share the fact that walking in their footsteps a hundred years later still offers a tangible connection to their enduring presence.
I finish this in the words of Sergeant Triplet’s regimental chaplain who after the war wrote in their regimental history the following:
More than half the regiment was missing. But worn out and dirty, there was a strange dignity and strength felt in the regiment. It had met the test. It had passed through fire and blood. Iron had entered its soul.
| Some of Our 2026 Group Exploring the Tunnels Under Vauquois |
Our contributors, Mike Cunha and John Swift of Battles of the First World War Tours, conduct summer visits to the battlefields of the Western Front. In 2027 they will be leading groups to the Meuse-Argonne battlefield, 1-7 July and the Aisne-Marne sector 7-13 July. For more information on their upcoming tours, please check out the Battles of the First World War Podcast website at https://www.firstworldwarpodcast.com/, or contact Mike at verdunpodcast@gmail.com.