Direktlänk till inlägg 25 februari 2014
This is about one of the greatest US Military of all times.
One morning in June 1917 landed the American supreme commander in Boulogne. His name was John Pershing. He was called Black Jack.
He still had no army with him. He was in a hurry to get started with the war. Behind a facial expression of constancy and an exterior of impeccable polish, which only an occasional English General reached up to, he kept back in Boulogne his impatience and his rising fury over welcome speeches and nonsense. He wanted to go and did not understand why the French lagged behind.
He was a poor boy from the Midwest, born in a hut while his father belonged to a navvy-team who built the railroads. He had ar one time been teacher in a small village school for negro children - throughout his career, he would always be known for being decent to negro soldiers, understanding them and winning their hearts. Along with officer training, he studied law, for he was never particularly fond of becoming a soldier. But that he become, and in the Indian wars in the Rocky Mountains and in the Spanish-American War he proved himself as one of the best.
Shortly before President Woodrow Wilson declared war on Germany and appointed Pershing - passing out a hundred generals who considered themselves as good - to lead the U.S Army to the Western Front, had Pershing´s wife and two daughters been burned to death. Only his young son had been rescued at the last moment. Much had not Black Jack talked before. Now he was almost mute.
Only when he belatedly in the afternoon with his small staff - all that is still there by the U.S military in Europe - came to Paris, he understood the delay. It was calculated that he would come only when work stopped in the French capital so the people could honor him.
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