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Address given at Fort Meade on September 12, 1939 by Arthur Synder

“The commanding officer, my old commanding officer – Colonel Patton, officers and men of the First Battalion 66th Infantry, fellow members of the old Tank Corps, and guests.

It is with mixed emotions that I appear before you on this Organization Day and before my old tank, which carried the symbol of the Five of Hearts. I say mixed emotions because my thoughts go back to exciting days, to times of sorrow, to times of joy and humor, to the honor of being here today, and to the future when our tanks may again participate in action.

On other occasions I have come here to tour post, and showed my tank to various members of my family. I look forward to the time when I can bring my youngest son here. Maybe then he will have a different feeling than prompted his trite remark: “Well, Daddy, you didn’t have to go to war.”

There were none of us, as far as I know, ever had to be in the A.E.F. Tank Corps that went into action. To the best of my knowledge and belief, all of us were volunteers from others arms of the service, from the different Ambulance Corps serving with allied countries; and Americans who had volunteered their services to the armed forces of our Allies prior to our entry into the World War. By and large, Colonel Patton had good personnel material to work with, but it is to his undying credit that he took full advantage of his opportunity and welded together a well disciplined organization that was composed of the 344th and the 345th Light Tank Battalions, an organization that possess a remarkably high degree of esprit de corps. I never had the pleasure of serving with the heavy battalion that made up the brigade, because it trained in England and fought on the British front, but from all accounts and its record I would say that it too was a worthy forbear of the tanks of the United States Army.

When I replied to the kind invitation for the ceremony today I asked you adjutant if I was to be called on to make a speech, and if so what did he want me talk about. I asked these questions because, as you readily know by now that I am a poor speaker, and I wanted as much of “a break” as I could get. Your adjutant’s reply was to the effect of telling of my impressions as a World War tanker. Now if I were to tell you of all my impressions as such you would be intensely bored, and furthermore I am incapable of making such a beautiful concentration of forces. However, if you will be patient with me I will attempt to cite some instances that may prove interesting, and like all war stories, have their pathos and their humor. I will not recite the history of the Five of Hearts on that memorable day of October 4th, because I understand it has been read to the battalion prior to this, and it is on file at your headquarters. I wrote it upon the request of a former commanding officer of your battalion, Colonel Simon Buckner. However, I do not wish to create the impression that I was always in command of the Five of Hearts, whose Serial Number was 1516. I had nothing to do with this tank until after zero hour on October 4th, 1918. In the attack in front of Exermont, supporting the 16th Infantry of the 1st Division I jumped off in another tank, and had as a driver and excellent soldier, a Corporal Kelly. We were abreast of our platoon leader, Lieut. Woods. A hedge separated the tanks, and we were to knock out the machine gun nests that were expected to be located in our adjacent to the hedge. I had received orders to keep liaison with Lieut. Woods’ tank. It must be remembered that we had no radios in those days. As soon as we passed through the advanced infantry line we encountered hostile machine gun fire. We had not gone far when Lieut. Woods suddenly changed direction toward our own line. This movement might have meant that he had “spotted” a machine gun position and was endeavoring to take it in the flank. Radio communication would have been most helpful at this time. Corporal Kelly and I changed direction also, and we had not gone far when a German 77-mm. shell exploded right under the right tractor of our tank. It rocked the tank, and with only one tractor operating it spun around in a crazy fashion. Kelly got it facing our line, and of course he had to jump on me in getting out through the driver’s door, but I was right on his heels. You might say that one of my most vivid impressions as a World War tanker is how readily a man can revert back to his prehistoric ancestors in the art of crawling swiftly on all fours when the occasion demands it.

When we had completed safely our crawling race we found, Lieut. Woods, his driver, Corporal Rogers in front of the Five of Hearts. Woods had been wounded from the splash of machine gun bullets hitting about the telescopic sight on his 37-mm. and about the vision slits.

I took command of the tank and used Rogers as my driver. The machine gun fire from the hedge had been partially silenced, but there was heavy fire coming from the direct front. We proceeded through the mist of the early morning and the smoke of the artillery barrage, and before we knew it we were in close quarters with the biggest machine gun position it had ever been my good fortune or bad fortune to encounter. Time did not permit to count the exact number of guns nor men in that big shell crater, but I judge there were at least three guns and about a dozen men. I saw one man raise a “potato masher” grenade to throw at us, and I noticed fusion amongst the Germans and some damage, so our fire was have effects. Unfortunately, Rogers suddenly fell forward. I knelt behind him and cautioned him as they use of the foot throttle, and I steered the old Five of Hearts back to our line. It was a distinct disadvantage the two-man team that if one member was knocked out it became necessary to make a replacement.

Out of this encounter I received a valuable impression. That is, regardless of how tight a jam you are in, you can make it equally tight for the other fellow if you keep plugging ahead.

Rogers had been hit by splinters about his eyes, and the blood from his wounds were blinding him. After getting his to a dressing station I was fortunate in finding a runner from the 343 Battalion who had become lost so I immediately appropriated him as a driver. Back into action we found the big machine gun nest had been taken, and we proceeded to the Exermont River. Here on the opposite bank were some machine gun positions. In trying tosspot them I saw a German noncommissioned officer taking cover from tree to tree. He undoubtedly was going from one position to another. His technique was superb! I had no hatred in my heart, but a lot of admiration for that fine soldier as I unsuccessfully tried several times to lay the cross hairs of my sight on him.

The old Five of Hearts was now showing the effect of battle – her radiator was leaking like a sieve, but there was still work to be done on the other side of the river. We crossed the river and made contact with the enemy as soon as we reached the high ground north of the Exermont Ravine. The outposts rapidly gave way, and those broad packs on the German’s back made excellent targets; but the rough going was not conducive to good marksmanship. Enthusiasm was high, and undoubtedly I followed in pursuit too far ahead of the 16th Infantry. Suddenly we were fired upon at close range. A splinter got my driver in the throat, and as he slumped in his seat the Five of Hearts stalled. I made many efforts to crank the engine gunner’s compartment, but to no avail. We were caught in a local counterattack. We had no mobility due to engine trouble and out fire power was near to zero because the cradle of our 37-mm. and the turret were both jammed with bullets received qt close quarters.

There are three impressions that I will never forget about this last action. First, under no circumstances would we permit ourselves to be captured. Having this firmly fixed in our minds we produced as much firepower as was possible.

The second impression is that of beauty. I have seen the long gray line at West Point parade many times, I saw the Victory Parade in Paris, I was in the 1st Division parade in Washington, and I have seen the Trooping of Colors at St. James for His Majesty’s Birthday; but I have never seen, nor do I ever expect to see a more glorious sight than the 16th Infantry as it positioned their rifles at the high port, and glint of their bayonets. That was a sight I can never forget!

The third impression has to do with the driver – the last one I had, the one who saw the most severe action. We set upon the battlefield and there we departed. I have been given to understand that he died of his wound. Maybe he told me his name and because of my having received a head wound I failed to remember it, and maybe on that eventful day we did not bother about such trifles. He was a gallant soldier, and that is the greatest name that he can be remembered by.

Permit me to express just one more impression: it is most gratifying and touching for us old tankers to come to “Meade” – what might be called the home of the American Tank Corps – and to see your streets named after our comrades who did not return from France, and to see the fitting memorials that have been erected to them. I am sure that I can speak in behalf of all A.E.F. tankers, both living and dead, in expressing our heartfelt appreciation for the reverent memory of our dead.

Thank you.

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