By the time 1917 got here, the US had been watching the evermore worrisome situation in Europe for over 2 years. The Great War had been full blown for that entire time but the United States remained officially neutral. I think that despite these professions of neutrality, many in this country had chosen a side, the Allied Powers (AKA Triple Entente) headed by Great Britain and France. Despite our problems with Britain (the American Revolution and War of 1812 anyone?), the Brits were the most like us in customs, culture and trade. And ultimately we did join in to alongside our British allies.
Sixteen year old Frank Buckles wanted to join the military but he was 5 years too young for the Marines, too flatfooted for the Navy, and too baby-faced to convince the Army that he was 18. Finally, he told the recruiting officer that he was indeed 18 but that his home state of Missouri didn't issue birth certificates for home births. He'd be glad to get the family Bible for them if it would work as proof of age. His earnestness must have convinced them because he left the office a Doughboy, the nickname given to American WWI soldiers.
Frank did indeed travel to both England and France but never actually saw any active duty. He spent the duration of his deployment driving trucks filled with supplies to all of the different military bases. In his down-time, he began teaching himself German. This came in handy because after the official armistice was signed on November 11, 1918, Frank was included in the groups of soldiers who returned German POW's to their homeland.
Frank turned 110 on his last birthday, Feb 19th of this year. Sadly, yesterday, Frank Buckles passed away. The United States lost is last surviving veteran of the Great War. To me, this is especially touching because we have been discussing WWI in class this past week.
When you have a free moment, take the time to remember the sacrifices of Frank Buckles and the millions of other soldiers who have fought to keep us free.
Godspeed, Mr. Buckles.
