Saturday, August 22, 2009
First to Fight, First to Die: The Beau Geste of Edmond Genet
LOWER HUDSON VALLEY
"Head for the sound of the guns." Cadets at West Point are taught this military precept--easily remembered advice for a unit commander when trouble threatens and information is lacking.
When German guns signaled the start of the First World War in 1914, hundreds of Americans headed for the sound of the guns in France. Their reasons were many. Some, impelled by humanitarian motives, joined American ambulance units serving with French troops along the Western Front.
Others, spoiling to get into the fight and avenge the ferocious attacks on Belgium and France, were hampered by America's policy of neutrality. They could enlist in the one French military unit that welcomed them and asked no questions--the Foreign Legion. Many served because of emotional ties to la belle France.
This is the story of one such American, Edmond Charles Clinton Genet, a Foreign Legionnaire who later went on to become a flyer in an elite unit, the famous Lafayette Escadrille. The family's roots date back to this nation's founding. His great-great-grandfather was Edmond Charles Genêt, French charge d'affaires to the fledgling United States in 1793.
"Citizen" Genêt
The French revolutionary republican government that had toppled the monarchy sent 32-year-old Edmond Genêt, who had the egalitarian title of "Citoyen" ("Citizen"), across the Atlantic to seek repayment of the American war debt to France, or at least to get credit so as to be able to purchase supplies needed for a war against Great Britain.
Hailed by Americans sympathetic to the French cause, Genêt exceeded his diplomatic authority and conspired with those who opposed President George Washington's policy of neutrality. He high-handedly armed privateers in American ports to operate against British shipping. This brought France and the United States to the brink of war, and risked loss of France's only source of credit abroad.
By August of 1793, an unhappy George Washington requested that Genêt be recalled. But a new faction had seized power in France, and "Citizen" Genêt risked arrest if he returned, so he chose to become an American citizen and remain in the United States.
He married Cornelia Tappan Clinton, daughter of George Clinton, Governor of New York, in 1794. She died in 1810. Eight years later, he married Martha Brandon Osgood, daughter of Samuel Osgood, first postmaster general of the United States. "Citizen" Genêt obviously had an affinity for the daughters of politically powerful fathers.
His father-in-law sold him a 600-acre farm along the Hudson below Albany. Here, he carried on long and costly experiments that enabled him to get a patent in 1815 for "an aerostatic vessel to be propelled by air"--a semi-rigid dirigible in which a pair of walking horses supplied the power. "Citizen" Genêt died in 1834, appropriately on July 14, Bastille Day, at his farm at Schodack, south of Albany and is buried with his two wives in the cemetery behind the little East Greenbush Dutch Reformed Church.
The Genet Family
Born in Ossining, November 9, 1896, Edmond Charles Clinton Genet was the third son of Albert Rivers Genet and Martha Rodman Fox Genet. (Over successive generations, the name Genêt had lost its circumflex accent.) His father had been born in Croton in 1858, the son of William Rivers Genet and Sarah Augusta Willock Genet. Albert Rivers Genet graduated from the Columbia University Law School and practiced law for more than 30 years in association with his great uncle, George Clinton Genet, and Edward F. de Lancey. The family lived at various addresses in Ossining.
His mother was born in Norristown, Penna., the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Fox. She was a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution and was active in many local veterans organizations.
Edmond's two older brothers were Albert Rivers Genet Jr., called "Rivers," born in 1887, and Gilbert Rodman Fox Genet, called "Rodman," born in 1889.
Young Edmond was educated in local Ossining schools and the Mt. Pleasant Academy. He was employed at the Chilmark dairy operated by V. Everit Macy, later Westchester's Commissioner of Public Welfare. Always fascinated by the sea, he sought an appointment to the U.S. Naval Academy at Annapolis. Unfortunately, he failed the mathematics portion of the examination.
Naval Service
Little more than a year after his father died in October of 1912, young Edmond enlisted in the U.S. Navy, hoping this would help him to gain entrance to the Naval Academy. After training at Newport, R.I., he was assigned to the battleship Georgia. Commissioned in 1906, this 15,000-ton ship, armed with a main battery of four 12-inch guns, had been part of the Teddy Roosevelt's Great White Fleet that circumnavigated the globe.
To underscore Roosevelt's "big stick" policy, the Georgia and 15 other battleships of the Atlantic Fleet sailed south from Norfolk and around Cape Horn (the Panama Canal had not yet been built), crossed the Pacific and returned through the Suez Canal and the Mediterranean, reaching Norfolk in February of 1909, after a voyage of 14 months.
After the assassination of Mexican President Francisco Madero, trouble flared south of the border. A counterrevolutionary faction headed by General Victoriano Huerta seized the reins of government. Woodrow Wilson, who had been sworn in as President in March of 1913, refused to recognize the Huerta administration. He also ordered an embargo to be placed on shipments of arms to Mexico. In the spring of 1914, the Georgia was in the port of Boston. On April 9, 1914, the arrest a group of American sailors on shore leave in the port of Tampico created an international incident. Mexican authorities hastily released the Americans and apologized. That wasn't enough for the Admiral commanding the American warship squadron standing offshore. He demanded a ceremonial salute of 21 guns to the Stars and Stripes as a good-faith demonstration by the Mexican government.
President Huerta himself offered his apologies, but refused to order a one-sided 21-gun salute. Woodrow Wilson went before Congress on April 20 and asked for a declaration of war against Mexico so American troops could be sent into the country.
Wilson also ordered the American fleet to prepare landings at Tampico and Vera Cruz "to protect American interests." The next day a thousand U.S. marines and sailors landed at Vera Cruz, meeting only token resistance. Another three thousand landed and occupied the city by noon of the following day. Nineteen Americans were killed and 71 injured.
Aboard the Georgia in Boston, Edmond Genet fretted that he was missing the impending war. His ship finally sailed for Mexican waters and arrived off Vera Cruz on May 1, after rendezvousing with her sister battleship, the Nebraska, off the coast of Florida. A disappointed Edmond Genet saw no action in Mexico. Then, just as the European War was breaking out in August, the Georgia left Mexican waters for Haiti, again to "protect American interests." The battleship was back in Boston by November. Young Edmond, now 18, spent the Christmas holidays with his family in Ossining and returned to his ship.
To everyone's surprise, within a few days he showed up in Ossining again and revealed to family members that he had been issued a passport in Washington and a French visa from the French consul in New York. He had booked passage to Le Havre on the pride of the French Line, the sleek new steamship Rochambeau, sailing from New York on January 20, 1915. "I am going to take my chances in the great war with the French," he wrote in a letter on the day he sailed. "I hardly expect to live through it but that matters little to me." He concluded with, "I was born to be a wanderer." Although members of his immediate family knew the truth and were unhappy, he did not reveal to friends that he was now officially a deserter from the U.S. Navy.
The French Foreign Legion
By an odd coincidence, a fellow passenger on the ship, wealthy 28-year-old Norman Prince, told young Edmond of his plans to enlist in the French Aviation Service and to organize a separate group of American volunteer fliers.
But Edmond Genet wanted to see action quickly, and lost no time. On February 3, 1915, he enlisted in the French Foreign Legion as a common soldat. Founded in 1831 by King Louis Philippe as a social safety valve to rid France of foreign refugees, from its earliest days the Legion was regarded as a dump for undesirables. Disreputable they may have been, but these "nationless" soldiers furthered French colonial expansion in Africa and Asia, avoiding loss of French blood.
Along the way, the Legion earned a reputation for remarkable courage and dramatic last stands. At the 1863 battle of Camerone, 65 doomed legionnaires took on 2,000 Mexican soldiers. The last five legionnaires still standing fixed bayonets and charged the massed Mexicans. To this day, April 30, Camerone Day, is the Legion's holiday.
At the start of the First World War, the quality of Legion enlistees changed drastically. Coming to the aid of France, a bewildering assortment of poets, writers, artists, students, romantic vagabonds and adventurers--foreigners all--swelled the ranks of the Legion's miscreants, misfits, thieves and men seeking redemption for past sins.
David E. Wheeler, of Buffalo, N.Y., who became one of Edmond's closest friends, was an example of the men who were volunteering for the Legion. Wheeler was a graduate of Williams College and Columbia University's College of Physicians and Surgeons. An accomplished surgeon, he enlisted as a common soldier in the Legion. Although wounded in the leg, he carried another wounded man from the battlefield under enemy fire and earned the Croix de Guerre.
Invalided from the Legion, Wheeler later joined a Canadian regiment as battalion surgeon and returned to France, After the United States entered the war, he joined the American First Division (called "the Big Red One"--from the numeral on its insignia) and died of wounds received in combat on July 18, 1918.
Of the 90-odd American volunteers in the Foreign Legion, 38 were killed in action or died of wounds. Many of the survivors were wounded multiple times.. Eight were decorated with the cross of the Legion of Honor, 21 with the Medaille Militaire and 52 with the Croix de Guerre.
After a brief training period, Edmond's unit, one of the three "marching regiments" of the Legion, was sent to the Champagne sector of the front. In a June 1 letter to Jeanette Halstead back in Ossining, he noted that had he not left Ossining High School, he'd be graduating in the Class of 1915.
The Champagne Campaign
On September 22, 1915, French artillery pieces began a three-day softening up of German trenches. By the time the barrage ended, more than five million artillery shells had rained down on German positions. The infantry attack began at dawn on September 25, with Genet and more than 50 other American legionnaires taking part, along with Algerian colonial troops.
The Legion's objective was the heavily defended Bois Sabot, a horseshoe-shaped wooded area affording the Germans an enfilading cross-fire that mowed down attackers like stalks of wheat. The Germans had sowed the wood with 32 machine gun nests, artillery pieces, and Minenwerfer ("mine throwers"), mobile rifled mortars on detachable wheels that fired devastatingly accurate high-explosive shells.
Into the jaws of death marched the legionnaires in parade formation! As Genet later wrote to a friend, they marched "in solid columns of fours, each section a unit. It was wonderful, that slow advance; not a waver, not a break, through the storm of shell the Legion marched forward, officers in advance and the commandant at their head. It inspired us all to courage and calmness." He concluded with, "Shells were bursting everywhere. One lost his personal feelings. He simply became a unit--a machine."
When the battle was over, French forces had created a bulging salient about two and a half miles along a 15-mile front, but at tremendous cost: 80,000 men had been killed and 100,000 wounded. A million and a half French and German soldiers had battled, destroying sleepy French villages and making the landscape virtually unrecognizable in the process. On both sides more men were killed and wounded than had fought at Gettysburg.
The three Legion "marching regiments" suffered so many casualties in the carnage the survivors were only enough to make up a single marching regiment. Genet had come through the ordeal unscathed. To carry off the wounded, he and only 30 other legionnaires were left from two companies of 250 men each.
During his career as an infantryman in the French Foreign Legion, Edmond earned the praise of officers and fellow soldiers by his boyish enthusiasm and willingness to undertake the most dangerous tasks with complete disregard for his own safety. Without complaint, he withstood the abysmal conditions, the mud and the lice, and the forced marches with a 66-pound pack.
In October, Edmond Genet applied for a transfer to the French Aviation Service and passed a physical examination. He would spend six more anxious months in the Foreign Legion before he was accepted for flight training on May 29, 1916.
Escadrille Américaine
Acknowledging the contribution American volunteers could make, the Escadrille Américaine (American Squadron) went into action on April 18, 1916, with seven Americans, most of whom had served in the Foreign Legion or ambulance service, as pilots. Its French government designation was N.124--the "N" because it flew Nieuports. During the next 22 months an additional 31 Americans signed on the roster. The squadron flew its first mission on May 13, 1916. Five days later, Kiffin Rockwell scored the unit's first victory, shooting down a German two-seater observation plane. On June 23, Victor Chapman became the first American pilot to lose his life in aerial combat.
As the unit's fame spread, the German government protested the use of "Américaine" in the name since the United States was insisting that it was neutral. The name was changed to Escadrille Lafayette in December of 1916. A similar unit, called the Lafayette Flying Corps, was formed by business and professional groups to assist Americans who wanted to serve in French aviation units.
With nine volunteers in the Lafayette Escadrille, New York was well-represented. Three of these were from Westchester. Dudley Hill of Peekskill was the 12th American volunteer to join the Lafayette Escadrille. A graduate of Peekskill Military Academy, Hill dropped out of N.Y.U. in 1914 to drive an ambulance in France. A year later, he enlisted in the French Aviation Service and joined the Lafayette Escadrille on June 9, 1916. When the Escadrille was absorbed into the U.S. Air Service, Hill became the commanding officer of the 5th Pursuit Group. He died in 1951 at his home in Peekskill.
Edmond Genet of Ossining, number 20 on the unit's roster, proved to be a proficient student flier in the reliable Blériot monoplane, although he experienced two crashes, common events in a program in which the student trained and flew alone from the first day. The French training program could take an almost leisurely six months or more--a startling contrast with the British Royal Flying Corps program. In the latter, students flew with instructors in dual-control planes; the program took only six weeks. The life expectancy of a pilot could be measured in weeks or months. Weather permitting, patrols were conducted twice a day, at dawn and early in the afternoon.
Offensive patrols flew over enemy-held territory to attack hydrogen-filled observation balloons or enemy fighter planes. Here antiaircraft fire from ground batteries could be devastating. Defensive patrols repelled ground-strafing attacks by enemy fighters and protected Allied observation balloons. A command decision allowed pilots no parachutes for fear they would not fight to the bitter end. Pilots had a choice: they could ride a damaged or burning plane down--or jump to their deaths.
The Anatomy of Edmond's Melancholy
One source of solace and encouragement for Genet during his overseas service was a young woman in Ossining who exchanged letters with him. Her name was Gertrude Talmage. He called her his "darling angel."
Twenty-year-old Gertrude Talmage was the granddaughter of the Rev. Frank Dewitt Talmage, a well-known Presbyterian minister, famous for his dramatic sermons. His 6,000-seat Brooklyn Tabernacle attracted almost as many worshipers as Henry Ward Beecher's Plymouth Church. The sudden death in Pittsburgh of her father, 42-year-old Rev. Frank Dewitt Talmage, had caused her mother, the former Gertrude Barlow, to return to Ossining, where her brother ran a hardware store. Edmond and Gertrude had been exchanging letters since he first left Ossining. In August of 1916, Gertrude's letters stopped abruptly, causing him great anguish.
He earned his brevet as a pilot on September 3, 1916, and was sent to the south of France for training on the Nieuport fighter in acrobatics and advanced gunnery. Originally designed for racing, the Nieuport was a compact biplane powered by an 80- or 110-horsepower rotary engine. On a rotary engine, the propeller was bolted to the engine crankcase and everything, including the cylinders revolved around the stationery crankshaft. This arrangement could produce a surprising amount of torque in flight and cause problems for pilots unfamiliar with its characteristics. There was no carburetor. The fuel--a mixture of gasoline and castor oil--was sucked from a hollow portion of the crankshaft and fed directly into the cylinders. Rotary engines ran full throttle or not at all; the engine was cut in and out manually, making for a high-pitched intermittent buzzing.
French pilots affectionately dubbed the Nieuport, a tightly compact little plane, Bébé ("baby"). With a wingspan of only 25 feet, it could land almost anywhere. Carefully built out of handcrafted and shaped wood, its wings and fuselage were covered with fabric. Its armament was its only handicap. A drum-fed .303 caliber Lewis machine gun was fixed on the top wing so the gun's bullets could clear the whirring propeller blades. Changing drums in midair was a challenge, requiring the pilot to stand up. The Germans had an advantage: Their belt-fed Vickers guns could be fired through the blades of the turning propeller. Fighter planes had to be aimed at the object at which they were firing. On the other hand, two-seater observation planes on both sides proved to be tough opponents, thanks to the observer's free-swiveling machine gun.
As the weeks wore on, Edmond's diary entries showed an increasing level of gloom largely connected to the silence of "the girl he left behind him." He confided to his diary on October 6:"It's fully two months since I've heard from darling Gertrude. What can be the matter? Am thoroughly distracted over it by now.” The next day he wrote, "I do wish I could hear from Gertrude soon." The next day: "Feeling almighty blue and downhearted on account of not hearing from darling Gertrude for so long. Am altogether lonely for her." On the 12th, he recorded: "Terribly lonely for dear beloved Gertrude and wrote her a letter. Why doesn't a letter ever come from her? I'm sure she writes the same as I do very often."
His attitude toward life was colored by his melancholy. On November 5th, he mused, "Will I ever live through this war? The dear God only knows. What of it?" Four days later he recorded that it was his 20th birthday, although he wished it were his 18th, adding, "The years are flying fast. Much too fast."
On the off chance that his letters had not been reaching Gertrude, he sent a letter through her aunt, Mrs. J. Curry Barlow, to be forwarded to her. By the 28th of November he was "getting unbearably discouraged over not getting any letters from Darling Gertrude. What can be the reason? Has she stopped writing because she failed to get my many letters thinking I had not written at all? Would she think me that unfaithful? I sincerely hope that isn't the case. Dear, dear girl." Two weeks later he reported that he was "feeling very lonely and blue today. Don't know why but it sure is mostly because no word comes from Gertrude."
Overcome by homesickness, on Christmas Day he pined for home. "Wish I was in the U.S. with Mother this Xmas." Then he added prophetically, "tho, perhaps it's my last one."
Edmond Joins the Lafayette Escadrille
On the afternoon of January 22, 1917, Edmond Genet ferried a plane to the Escadrille's new base at St. Just, to which the unit had just moved. Weather conditions were awful, with a ceiling so low that "even the crows were walking." Suddenly the sound of a plane overhead caused the walls of the barracks to vibrate.
Huddled close to a pot-bellied stove, the American pilots wondered who could be foolish enough to fly in such vile weather. The plane landed and taxied across the field. In his 1937 history of the Lafayette Escadrille, The Great Adventure, Edwin "Ted" Parsons, another Escadrille pilot, described Edmond Genet's arrival: "The door of the mess room burst open, and on the wings of a great gust of snow-laden wind a short, muffled, fur-clad figure drifted into the room. Only the tip of a reddish, frost-bitten nose and a pair of wide appealing blue eyes showed through the woolen wrappings. Hastily the stranger unwrapped layer after layer of woolen and silk, then jerked off his helmet. Lieutenant De Laage [the Escadrille's second in command] gasped in surprise.
"The chunky little figure was topped by a thatch of short-cropped blond hair above the round, innocent, pink-cheeked face of an infant. He didn't look a day over fourteen. His peach-bloom complexion showed no traces of ever having met a razor socially. He had a snubby little nose, and there was a constant expression of pleased surprise at the wonders of the world in the wide-set blue eyes. He saluted snappily and in a high-pitched, almost girlish voice announced that he had ferried up a new Nieuport from Plessis-Belleville for the Escadrille."
Members of the unit were dismayed at the apparent youth and inexperience of the new arrival. This attitude changed quickly when they learned that he had served in the trenches with the Foreign Legion for fifteen months and had taken part in the murderous attack on the Bois Sabot.
From the moment of his arrival at the Escadrille, no pilot in the air did more or better work than little Edmond Genet. Despite the foul weather and the consequent scarcity of German planes, he seemed to have a nose for smelling them out. He had tough combats when other pilots were bemoaning their inability to even see an enemy plane. Bad weather did not discourage Genet--not after the winter he had put in the trenches.
When off-duty pilots headed to Paris to carouse and overstay their leaves, Edmond would travel with them to attend church or have dinner with friends. And he would always return punctually at the end of his leave. By February 10, 1917, he was writing home, "I am so discouraged over Gertrude and her long mysterious silence that I can scarcely write to her anymore." But write to her he did.
Death of a Friend
After nearly two months with the Escadrille, Genet lost a good friend and mentor, James R. McConnell, on March 19 while on a three-plane patrol: The third plane developed engine trouble after takeoff, so Genet and McConnell, who was suffering from back pain as a result of an accident, went on alone. In a cloudy sky near Jussy, two German planes swooped down on the unsuspecting Americans. In the melee, McConnell and Genet lost contact. Genet's opponent was a two-place machine, always a tough adversary. The German gunner shot away one of the Nieuport's upper wing supports and cut the rod that moved the left aileron, a piece of which flew off and struck Genet in the cheek.
The German plane beat a retreat in the face of Genet's doggedly persistent attack. Genet remained in the area hoping to find McConnell. Upon Genet's return to base, McConnell still had not returned, and the squadron waited in vain for word of him. Later, a cavalry patrol reported finding a downed Nieuport with the dead pilot nearby with several bullet holes in his body. German ground troops had stripped the body of all identification.
It was indeed McConnell, however, and his squadron mates buried him where he fell, without ceremony, which was what he wanted. He had left a letter to be opened after his death. It concluded: "My burial is of no import. Make it as easy as possible for yourselves. I have no religion and do not care for any service. If the omission would embarrass you, I presume I could stand the performance. Good luck to the rest of you. God damn Germany and vive la France."
Another historian of the Lafayette Escadrille, Herbert Molloy Mason Jr., recorded that "McConnell's death crushed Genet's spirit." In a letter to his mother in Ossining, Edmond wrote, "I'll get a Boche yet, or more than one, or be dropped myself, to avenge poor Mac. I've already been told I'm reckless in the air over the lines, but after this I vow I'll be more reckless than ever, come what may. Mother, my blood boils and thirsts after those accursed Huns. They're brutes and fiends and daily they grow worse."
On March 27th, he learned the reason for "darling Gertrude's" silence. His mother enclosed a letter from Mrs. Barlow, Gertrude's aunt, saying that "Gertrude is very much in love and engaged to some fellow from Vermont."
On that date Edmond wrote in his diary, "Mrs. Barlow has forwarded all my letters to Gertrude. It seems that Gerty could have at least written to me about her engagement and not have kept me utterly miserable with no news from or about her at all. I am finished now with writing any more to Gertrude, I'm feeling about as miserable and forlorn as anyone could feel over such news, What's the use of being true to one girl when she is so far away? It won't make much difference after all, tho. I don't expect to live thru to the end of this war."
He poured his heart out to his "Dear Little Mother" in a letter the same day. "I don't know why I've been hoping for cheerful news of the one girl I've always set my heart on and to whom I've tried to be genuinely true these past four or five years when it has seemed inevitable for months now that there was no hope.
"The simple truth is unbearable; can you halfway imagine what it means to me to hate to realize that she has been receiving my letters all these months and has just permitted me to keep on without telling me directly and instantly of her engagement?"
Thomas Hewitt, who became the 28th Escadrille pilot, listed his address only as Westchester, New York. Hewitt arrived at the Escadrille on March 30, 1917, with William Dugan, who had served with Genet in the Foreign Legion, and another pilot. Genet had come to know the importance of reliable comrades on patrol. He was not given to gossip or snide remarks about anyone, but he noted in his diary that two were "good fellows" but Hewitt was "questionable."
A proficient pilot, Hewitt turned out to lack nerve and to be accident-prone. Washed out of the Escadrille, he returned to the United States and served as a private in the Coast Artillery Corps at a fort in Long Island Sound. After earning a law degree, he engaged in several questionable business ventures. Alcoholism got the better of him, and he died in 1936 in a shabby Washington, D.C., rooming house.
On April 4, false rumors spread that the United States had entered the war. (The actual declaration of war by Congress came on April 6.) Emond confided to his diary, "I'm mighty glad I'm one of the few Americans who are already over here fighting tho I did desert my country's service to be here." Then he recorded his mood: "I feel sure something is going to happen to me very soon. It doesn't seem any less than Death itself." A death wish? A premonition? A hint of an impending suicide? We'll never know--but thirteen days later Edmond Charles Clinton Genet would be dead.
Death Comes for Edmond
Edmond's diary stops abruptly with the entry for "Sunday, April 15, 1916, the 986th day of the war." After describing the patrol he participated in that morning, because the weather turned too rainy for flying, he told of walking to church in town and visiting a cemetery "where a lot of German and French soldiers are buried." The entry concludes with, "Have to go out on patrol at 5:30 tomorrow morning so am turning in early."
The next morning, April 16, was a Monday, considered to be an unlucky day by Escadrille pilots. Norman Prince, Edmond's acquaintance from the Rochambeau and Jim McConnell had both been killed on a Monday.
Edmond flew into German territory with Walter Lovell and Thomas Hewitt on a patrol that lasted 75 minutes. His flight log noted that his stomach was upset from the evasive actions he took to avoid German antiaircraft fire. After a nap back at the base, he took off again at 2:30 p.m. with Raoul Lufbery, the Escadrille's ace from Wallingford, Conn. Lufbery watched as German antiaircraft fire bracketed Genet's plane. Edmond banked the craft as if headed for home. Lufbery then lost sight of him in the clouds. Unworried now about Genet, he turned for a leisurely flight back to base only to discover that Genet had never returned.
French infantrymen later reported that Genet's plane had gone into a violent tailspin at 4,000 feet with the engine at full throttle. In the downward plunge, a wing tore off and the plane buried itself in the road within French lines. Apparently, Genet had been wounded by shrapnel from the antiaircraft shells and had lost consciousness at the controls. Ted Parsons later wrote, "He had dug a hole five feet deep in the hard-packed road. The tank was a flat piece of metal, the wheels were ribbons, and there wasn't a piece of wing or framework bigger than a match. Every bone in his body was broken and his features were completely gone." When Genet's remains were prepared for burial, soldiers found that he had wrapped an American flag around his body.
The death of "Smiler," as he was called, cast a pall over the squadron, for his fellow pilots had come to love and respect the idealistic Edmond. At his funeral, Captain Thenault paid a touching tribute to the young pilot. In his own history of the Escadrille, Captain Thenault later described him as "one of our best pilots, the type of man who always had to be restrained rather than encouraged. "My dear friend, farewell. Respectfully, I salute your memory which we shall cherish, and before the grave of the first soldier fallen for the two flags--the Stars and Stripes and the Tricolor--in the Great War, we say thanks to America for having given to the fight sons such as thou. Farewell."
The Aftermath
On February 18, 1918 the Lafayette Escadrille's planes and most of its pilots were taken over by the United States Army. Members of the Army’s 103rd Aero Squadron replaced French ground personnel.
During its 22 months of existence, the Lafayette Escadrille served on nearly every battlefront in France. Its 38 American pilots downed 35 enemy planes, at a cost of eight American fliers. In addition to the 35 victories, they scored another 27 while serving with other French squadrons or with the U.S. Air Service. More important, Escadrille volunteers provided a pool of experienced combat pilots for the fledgling U.S. Air Service.
In November of 1919, a year after the Armistice ended World War I, an official-looking letter about Edmond arrived at the Ossining home of Edmond's mother at 164 Spring Street. It was from Josephus Daniels, former North Carolina newspaper editor and Secretary of the Navy since 1913. "Failing as a youth to appreciate fully the meaning of his enlistment oath," the letter said, "he went to the assistance of stricken France and offered his services to her in her hour of need. Many young Americans at this time were answering the call of freedom and going to serve in the ranks of those forces overseas, which were stubbornly, and valiantly opposing the onrush of the German armies.
"My conscience prompts me to regard his service with the French forces as equivalent to a continued service with his own country, I am disposed for the moment, in contemplating this boy's glorious record, to forget his youthful error in deserting the United States Navy.
"Edmond Charles Clinton Genet may properly be considered as having honorably terminated an enlistment with an ally, since he died on the field of battle. I, myself, am honored in having the privilege of deciding that the record of Edmond Genet, ordinary seaman, United States Navy, shall be considered in every respect as an honorable one."
In a suburb of Paris at Villeneuve l'Etang is an imposing marble monument dedicated on July 4, 1928. It honors the dead American fliers who served in the French Aviation Service. Marble crypts contain the remains of 49 of the 65 American aviators who died in the First World War. Edmond Genet is among them.
Fickle Gertrude Talmage married Roy Minich, her theologian boyfriend. She had a lifetime to reflect on her cruel and immature treatment of Edmond, a lonely flier far from home. She died at Malden, Mass., in 1983 at the age of 88.
Edmond's letters to his mother and friends were collected and published in 1918 by Charles Scribner's Sons as the War Letters of Edmond Genet. Edited by author and poet Grace Ellery Channing, it had a touching foreword by essayist John Jay Chapman, a descendant of Westchester's John Jay. Chapman well knew the pain of losing a child; his son Victor had been the first Lafayette Escadrille pilot to be shot down. The whereabouts of the original letters making up this collection are unknown.
Edmond's diary and flight log are with his nephew, G. Patton Genet, of Marion, N.C., the son of Gilbert Rodman Fox Genet. They were published in 1981 by the University Press of Virginia as An American for Lafayette: The Diaries of E.C.C. Genet, Lafayette Escadrille.
Albert Rivers Genet Jr., oldest brother of Edmond Genet, served as an ensign in the New York Naval Militia and in the U.S. Navy during the First World War. In 1919, at Ossining's Trinity Church he married Molly Beecher, who had attended Miss Fuller's School in Ossining. Remaining in the Naval Reserve, he attained the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He died of tuberculosis in 1922 at the age of 33, at Saranac Lake, N.Y., where he had gone for treatment of the disease, and is buried in Ossining’s Sparta Cemetery.
Edmond Genet's "Dear Little Mother," Martha Rodman Fox Genet, lived on in Ossining until she died in 1931 at the age of 72. Her funeral was held in St. Mary's Church in Scarborough. She was survived by her one remaining son, Rodman Genet, of Clearwater, Florida, a daughter-in-law, Mrs. Albert Rivers Jr., (the former Molly Beecher) of Tarrytown, and three grandchildren. Edmond's mother is buried beside her husband in Sparta Cemetery.
Edmond's next older brother, Gilbert Rodman Fox Genet served with the 2nd Regiment of the South Carolina Infantry on the Mexican border in 1916 and with the U.S. Army during the First World War. He married Mary Pemberton Patton on October 28, 1917, at St. Matthew's Church, Darlington, S.C. He died in Clearwater, Florida, in 1946.
Albert Rivers Genet's daughter, Nancy Fuller Genet, died in 1977 at the age of 58; In her will, she requested that "my remains be cremated and my ashes placed in a small container at my father's grave in the Genet burial plot in the Revolutionary (i.e., Sparta) Cemetery at Scarborough, N.Y., with a small flat stone marker containing name and dates." Regrettably, there is no evidence her wishes were carried out. Albert Rivers Genet's wife, who never remarried, died in 1983 at the age of 85. She, too, asked that her remains be cremated, but specified no disposition of them.
Despite Edmond's sacrifice and the Genet family's close association with Ossining, no park or street has been named for him. No tablet memorializes his birth or his childhood and youth spent in the village. Even Peekskill has a plaque on a boulder in Depew Park honoring Edmond Genet's selfless sacrifice.
Ossining has an active historical society and museum displaying a few Edmond Genet memorabilia. The local V.F.W. Post 1041 perpetuates his name. After 92 years, the time is right for his hometown to remember its local hero in a tangible way. Intense, patriotic and dedicated, Edmond was the first American to die after the United States declared war on Germany.
It is given to only a few to choose the manner or the circumstances of their dying. Seeking no recompense, praise nor gain, Edmond Charles Clinton Genet chose a short, glorious life and, in the words of poet and fellow Foreign Legionnaire Alan Seeger, "that rare privilege of dying well." When trouble threatened, he bravely headed for the sound of the guns.
APPENDIX: AMERICAN PILOTS KILLED
"Head for the sound of the guns." Cadets at West Point are taught this military precept--easily remembered advice for a unit commander when trouble threatens and information is lacking.
When German guns signaled the start of the First World War in 1914, hundreds of Americans headed for the sound of the guns in France. Their reasons were many. Some, impelled by humanitarian motives, joined American ambulance units serving with French troops along the Western Front.
Others, spoiling to get into the fight and avenge the ferocious attacks on Belgium and France, were hampered by America's policy of neutrality. They could enlist in the one French military unit that welcomed them and asked no questions--the Foreign Legion. Many served because of emotional ties to la belle France.
This is the story of one such American, Edmond Charles Clinton Genet, a Foreign Legionnaire who later went on to become a flyer in an elite unit, the famous Lafayette Escadrille. The family's roots date back to this nation's founding. His great-great-grandfather was Edmond Charles Genêt, French charge d'affaires to the fledgling United States in 1793.
"Citizen" Genêt
The French revolutionary republican government that had toppled the monarchy sent 32-year-old Edmond Genêt, who had the egalitarian title of "Citoyen" ("Citizen"), across the Atlantic to seek repayment of the American war debt to France, or at least to get credit so as to be able to purchase supplies needed for a war against Great Britain.
Hailed by Americans sympathetic to the French cause, Genêt exceeded his diplomatic authority and conspired with those who opposed President George Washington's policy of neutrality. He high-handedly armed privateers in American ports to operate against British shipping. This brought France and the United States to the brink of war, and risked loss of France's only source of credit abroad.
By August of 1793, an unhappy George Washington requested that Genêt be recalled. But a new faction had seized power in France, and "Citizen" Genêt risked arrest if he returned, so he chose to become an American citizen and remain in the United States.
He married Cornelia Tappan Clinton, daughter of George Clinton, Governor of New York, in 1794. She died in 1810. Eight years later, he married Martha Brandon Osgood, daughter of Samuel Osgood, first postmaster general of the United States. "Citizen" Genêt obviously had an affinity for the daughters of politically powerful fathers.
His father-in-law sold him a 600-acre farm along the Hudson below Albany. Here, he carried on long and costly experiments that enabled him to get a patent in 1815 for "an aerostatic vessel to be propelled by air"--a semi-rigid dirigible in which a pair of walking horses supplied the power. "Citizen" Genêt died in 1834, appropriately on July 14, Bastille Day, at his farm at Schodack, south of Albany and is buried with his two wives in the cemetery behind the little East Greenbush Dutch Reformed Church.
The Genet Family
Born in Ossining, November 9, 1896, Edmond Charles Clinton Genet was the third son of Albert Rivers Genet and Martha Rodman Fox Genet. (Over successive generations, the name Genêt had lost its circumflex accent.) His father had been born in Croton in 1858, the son of William Rivers Genet and Sarah Augusta Willock Genet. Albert Rivers Genet graduated from the Columbia University Law School and practiced law for more than 30 years in association with his great uncle, George Clinton Genet, and Edward F. de Lancey. The family lived at various addresses in Ossining.
His mother was born in Norristown, Penna., the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Gilbert Fox. She was a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution and was active in many local veterans organizations.
Edmond's two older brothers were Albert Rivers Genet Jr., called "Rivers," born in 1887, and Gilbert Rodman Fox Genet, called "Rodman," born in 1889.
Young Edmond was educated in local Ossining schools and the Mt. Pleasant Academy. He was employed at the Chilmark dairy operated by V. Everit Macy, later Westchester's Commissioner of Public Welfare. Always fascinated by the sea, he sought an appointment to the U.S. Naval Academy at Annapolis. Unfortunately, he failed the mathematics portion of the examination.
Naval Service
Little more than a year after his father died in October of 1912, young Edmond enlisted in the U.S. Navy, hoping this would help him to gain entrance to the Naval Academy. After training at Newport, R.I., he was assigned to the battleship Georgia. Commissioned in 1906, this 15,000-ton ship, armed with a main battery of four 12-inch guns, had been part of the Teddy Roosevelt's Great White Fleet that circumnavigated the globe.
To underscore Roosevelt's "big stick" policy, the Georgia and 15 other battleships of the Atlantic Fleet sailed south from Norfolk and around Cape Horn (the Panama Canal had not yet been built), crossed the Pacific and returned through the Suez Canal and the Mediterranean, reaching Norfolk in February of 1909, after a voyage of 14 months.
After the assassination of Mexican President Francisco Madero, trouble flared south of the border. A counterrevolutionary faction headed by General Victoriano Huerta seized the reins of government. Woodrow Wilson, who had been sworn in as President in March of 1913, refused to recognize the Huerta administration. He also ordered an embargo to be placed on shipments of arms to Mexico. In the spring of 1914, the Georgia was in the port of Boston. On April 9, 1914, the arrest a group of American sailors on shore leave in the port of Tampico created an international incident. Mexican authorities hastily released the Americans and apologized. That wasn't enough for the Admiral commanding the American warship squadron standing offshore. He demanded a ceremonial salute of 21 guns to the Stars and Stripes as a good-faith demonstration by the Mexican government.
President Huerta himself offered his apologies, but refused to order a one-sided 21-gun salute. Woodrow Wilson went before Congress on April 20 and asked for a declaration of war against Mexico so American troops could be sent into the country.
Wilson also ordered the American fleet to prepare landings at Tampico and Vera Cruz "to protect American interests." The next day a thousand U.S. marines and sailors landed at Vera Cruz, meeting only token resistance. Another three thousand landed and occupied the city by noon of the following day. Nineteen Americans were killed and 71 injured.
Aboard the Georgia in Boston, Edmond Genet fretted that he was missing the impending war. His ship finally sailed for Mexican waters and arrived off Vera Cruz on May 1, after rendezvousing with her sister battleship, the Nebraska, off the coast of Florida. A disappointed Edmond Genet saw no action in Mexico. Then, just as the European War was breaking out in August, the Georgia left Mexican waters for Haiti, again to "protect American interests." The battleship was back in Boston by November. Young Edmond, now 18, spent the Christmas holidays with his family in Ossining and returned to his ship.
To everyone's surprise, within a few days he showed up in Ossining again and revealed to family members that he had been issued a passport in Washington and a French visa from the French consul in New York. He had booked passage to Le Havre on the pride of the French Line, the sleek new steamship Rochambeau, sailing from New York on January 20, 1915. "I am going to take my chances in the great war with the French," he wrote in a letter on the day he sailed. "I hardly expect to live through it but that matters little to me." He concluded with, "I was born to be a wanderer." Although members of his immediate family knew the truth and were unhappy, he did not reveal to friends that he was now officially a deserter from the U.S. Navy.
The French Foreign Legion
By an odd coincidence, a fellow passenger on the ship, wealthy 28-year-old Norman Prince, told young Edmond of his plans to enlist in the French Aviation Service and to organize a separate group of American volunteer fliers.
But Edmond Genet wanted to see action quickly, and lost no time. On February 3, 1915, he enlisted in the French Foreign Legion as a common soldat. Founded in 1831 by King Louis Philippe as a social safety valve to rid France of foreign refugees, from its earliest days the Legion was regarded as a dump for undesirables. Disreputable they may have been, but these "nationless" soldiers furthered French colonial expansion in Africa and Asia, avoiding loss of French blood.
Along the way, the Legion earned a reputation for remarkable courage and dramatic last stands. At the 1863 battle of Camerone, 65 doomed legionnaires took on 2,000 Mexican soldiers. The last five legionnaires still standing fixed bayonets and charged the massed Mexicans. To this day, April 30, Camerone Day, is the Legion's holiday.
At the start of the First World War, the quality of Legion enlistees changed drastically. Coming to the aid of France, a bewildering assortment of poets, writers, artists, students, romantic vagabonds and adventurers--foreigners all--swelled the ranks of the Legion's miscreants, misfits, thieves and men seeking redemption for past sins.
David E. Wheeler, of Buffalo, N.Y., who became one of Edmond's closest friends, was an example of the men who were volunteering for the Legion. Wheeler was a graduate of Williams College and Columbia University's College of Physicians and Surgeons. An accomplished surgeon, he enlisted as a common soldier in the Legion. Although wounded in the leg, he carried another wounded man from the battlefield under enemy fire and earned the Croix de Guerre.
Invalided from the Legion, Wheeler later joined a Canadian regiment as battalion surgeon and returned to France, After the United States entered the war, he joined the American First Division (called "the Big Red One"--from the numeral on its insignia) and died of wounds received in combat on July 18, 1918.
Of the 90-odd American volunteers in the Foreign Legion, 38 were killed in action or died of wounds. Many of the survivors were wounded multiple times.. Eight were decorated with the cross of the Legion of Honor, 21 with the Medaille Militaire and 52 with the Croix de Guerre.
After a brief training period, Edmond's unit, one of the three "marching regiments" of the Legion, was sent to the Champagne sector of the front. In a June 1 letter to Jeanette Halstead back in Ossining, he noted that had he not left Ossining High School, he'd be graduating in the Class of 1915.
The Champagne Campaign
On September 22, 1915, French artillery pieces began a three-day softening up of German trenches. By the time the barrage ended, more than five million artillery shells had rained down on German positions. The infantry attack began at dawn on September 25, with Genet and more than 50 other American legionnaires taking part, along with Algerian colonial troops.
The Legion's objective was the heavily defended Bois Sabot, a horseshoe-shaped wooded area affording the Germans an enfilading cross-fire that mowed down attackers like stalks of wheat. The Germans had sowed the wood with 32 machine gun nests, artillery pieces, and Minenwerfer ("mine throwers"), mobile rifled mortars on detachable wheels that fired devastatingly accurate high-explosive shells.
Into the jaws of death marched the legionnaires in parade formation! As Genet later wrote to a friend, they marched "in solid columns of fours, each section a unit. It was wonderful, that slow advance; not a waver, not a break, through the storm of shell the Legion marched forward, officers in advance and the commandant at their head. It inspired us all to courage and calmness." He concluded with, "Shells were bursting everywhere. One lost his personal feelings. He simply became a unit--a machine."
When the battle was over, French forces had created a bulging salient about two and a half miles along a 15-mile front, but at tremendous cost: 80,000 men had been killed and 100,000 wounded. A million and a half French and German soldiers had battled, destroying sleepy French villages and making the landscape virtually unrecognizable in the process. On both sides more men were killed and wounded than had fought at Gettysburg.
The three Legion "marching regiments" suffered so many casualties in the carnage the survivors were only enough to make up a single marching regiment. Genet had come through the ordeal unscathed. To carry off the wounded, he and only 30 other legionnaires were left from two companies of 250 men each.
During his career as an infantryman in the French Foreign Legion, Edmond earned the praise of officers and fellow soldiers by his boyish enthusiasm and willingness to undertake the most dangerous tasks with complete disregard for his own safety. Without complaint, he withstood the abysmal conditions, the mud and the lice, and the forced marches with a 66-pound pack.
In October, Edmond Genet applied for a transfer to the French Aviation Service and passed a physical examination. He would spend six more anxious months in the Foreign Legion before he was accepted for flight training on May 29, 1916.
Escadrille Américaine
Acknowledging the contribution American volunteers could make, the Escadrille Américaine (American Squadron) went into action on April 18, 1916, with seven Americans, most of whom had served in the Foreign Legion or ambulance service, as pilots. Its French government designation was N.124--the "N" because it flew Nieuports. During the next 22 months an additional 31 Americans signed on the roster. The squadron flew its first mission on May 13, 1916. Five days later, Kiffin Rockwell scored the unit's first victory, shooting down a German two-seater observation plane. On June 23, Victor Chapman became the first American pilot to lose his life in aerial combat.
As the unit's fame spread, the German government protested the use of "Américaine" in the name since the United States was insisting that it was neutral. The name was changed to Escadrille Lafayette in December of 1916. A similar unit, called the Lafayette Flying Corps, was formed by business and professional groups to assist Americans who wanted to serve in French aviation units.
With nine volunteers in the Lafayette Escadrille, New York was well-represented. Three of these were from Westchester. Dudley Hill of Peekskill was the 12th American volunteer to join the Lafayette Escadrille. A graduate of Peekskill Military Academy, Hill dropped out of N.Y.U. in 1914 to drive an ambulance in France. A year later, he enlisted in the French Aviation Service and joined the Lafayette Escadrille on June 9, 1916. When the Escadrille was absorbed into the U.S. Air Service, Hill became the commanding officer of the 5th Pursuit Group. He died in 1951 at his home in Peekskill.
Edmond Genet of Ossining, number 20 on the unit's roster, proved to be a proficient student flier in the reliable Blériot monoplane, although he experienced two crashes, common events in a program in which the student trained and flew alone from the first day. The French training program could take an almost leisurely six months or more--a startling contrast with the British Royal Flying Corps program. In the latter, students flew with instructors in dual-control planes; the program took only six weeks. The life expectancy of a pilot could be measured in weeks or months. Weather permitting, patrols were conducted twice a day, at dawn and early in the afternoon.
Offensive patrols flew over enemy-held territory to attack hydrogen-filled observation balloons or enemy fighter planes. Here antiaircraft fire from ground batteries could be devastating. Defensive patrols repelled ground-strafing attacks by enemy fighters and protected Allied observation balloons. A command decision allowed pilots no parachutes for fear they would not fight to the bitter end. Pilots had a choice: they could ride a damaged or burning plane down--or jump to their deaths.
The Anatomy of Edmond's Melancholy
One source of solace and encouragement for Genet during his overseas service was a young woman in Ossining who exchanged letters with him. Her name was Gertrude Talmage. He called her his "darling angel."
Twenty-year-old Gertrude Talmage was the granddaughter of the Rev. Frank Dewitt Talmage, a well-known Presbyterian minister, famous for his dramatic sermons. His 6,000-seat Brooklyn Tabernacle attracted almost as many worshipers as Henry Ward Beecher's Plymouth Church. The sudden death in Pittsburgh of her father, 42-year-old Rev. Frank Dewitt Talmage, had caused her mother, the former Gertrude Barlow, to return to Ossining, where her brother ran a hardware store. Edmond and Gertrude had been exchanging letters since he first left Ossining. In August of 1916, Gertrude's letters stopped abruptly, causing him great anguish.
He earned his brevet as a pilot on September 3, 1916, and was sent to the south of France for training on the Nieuport fighter in acrobatics and advanced gunnery. Originally designed for racing, the Nieuport was a compact biplane powered by an 80- or 110-horsepower rotary engine. On a rotary engine, the propeller was bolted to the engine crankcase and everything, including the cylinders revolved around the stationery crankshaft. This arrangement could produce a surprising amount of torque in flight and cause problems for pilots unfamiliar with its characteristics. There was no carburetor. The fuel--a mixture of gasoline and castor oil--was sucked from a hollow portion of the crankshaft and fed directly into the cylinders. Rotary engines ran full throttle or not at all; the engine was cut in and out manually, making for a high-pitched intermittent buzzing.
French pilots affectionately dubbed the Nieuport, a tightly compact little plane, Bébé ("baby"). With a wingspan of only 25 feet, it could land almost anywhere. Carefully built out of handcrafted and shaped wood, its wings and fuselage were covered with fabric. Its armament was its only handicap. A drum-fed .303 caliber Lewis machine gun was fixed on the top wing so the gun's bullets could clear the whirring propeller blades. Changing drums in midair was a challenge, requiring the pilot to stand up. The Germans had an advantage: Their belt-fed Vickers guns could be fired through the blades of the turning propeller. Fighter planes had to be aimed at the object at which they were firing. On the other hand, two-seater observation planes on both sides proved to be tough opponents, thanks to the observer's free-swiveling machine gun.
As the weeks wore on, Edmond's diary entries showed an increasing level of gloom largely connected to the silence of "the girl he left behind him." He confided to his diary on October 6:"It's fully two months since I've heard from darling Gertrude. What can be the matter? Am thoroughly distracted over it by now.” The next day he wrote, "I do wish I could hear from Gertrude soon." The next day: "Feeling almighty blue and downhearted on account of not hearing from darling Gertrude for so long. Am altogether lonely for her." On the 12th, he recorded: "Terribly lonely for dear beloved Gertrude and wrote her a letter. Why doesn't a letter ever come from her? I'm sure she writes the same as I do very often."
His attitude toward life was colored by his melancholy. On November 5th, he mused, "Will I ever live through this war? The dear God only knows. What of it?" Four days later he recorded that it was his 20th birthday, although he wished it were his 18th, adding, "The years are flying fast. Much too fast."
On the off chance that his letters had not been reaching Gertrude, he sent a letter through her aunt, Mrs. J. Curry Barlow, to be forwarded to her. By the 28th of November he was "getting unbearably discouraged over not getting any letters from Darling Gertrude. What can be the reason? Has she stopped writing because she failed to get my many letters thinking I had not written at all? Would she think me that unfaithful? I sincerely hope that isn't the case. Dear, dear girl." Two weeks later he reported that he was "feeling very lonely and blue today. Don't know why but it sure is mostly because no word comes from Gertrude."
Overcome by homesickness, on Christmas Day he pined for home. "Wish I was in the U.S. with Mother this Xmas." Then he added prophetically, "tho, perhaps it's my last one."
Edmond Joins the Lafayette Escadrille
On the afternoon of January 22, 1917, Edmond Genet ferried a plane to the Escadrille's new base at St. Just, to which the unit had just moved. Weather conditions were awful, with a ceiling so low that "even the crows were walking." Suddenly the sound of a plane overhead caused the walls of the barracks to vibrate.
Huddled close to a pot-bellied stove, the American pilots wondered who could be foolish enough to fly in such vile weather. The plane landed and taxied across the field. In his 1937 history of the Lafayette Escadrille, The Great Adventure, Edwin "Ted" Parsons, another Escadrille pilot, described Edmond Genet's arrival: "The door of the mess room burst open, and on the wings of a great gust of snow-laden wind a short, muffled, fur-clad figure drifted into the room. Only the tip of a reddish, frost-bitten nose and a pair of wide appealing blue eyes showed through the woolen wrappings. Hastily the stranger unwrapped layer after layer of woolen and silk, then jerked off his helmet. Lieutenant De Laage [the Escadrille's second in command] gasped in surprise.
"The chunky little figure was topped by a thatch of short-cropped blond hair above the round, innocent, pink-cheeked face of an infant. He didn't look a day over fourteen. His peach-bloom complexion showed no traces of ever having met a razor socially. He had a snubby little nose, and there was a constant expression of pleased surprise at the wonders of the world in the wide-set blue eyes. He saluted snappily and in a high-pitched, almost girlish voice announced that he had ferried up a new Nieuport from Plessis-Belleville for the Escadrille."
Members of the unit were dismayed at the apparent youth and inexperience of the new arrival. This attitude changed quickly when they learned that he had served in the trenches with the Foreign Legion for fifteen months and had taken part in the murderous attack on the Bois Sabot.
From the moment of his arrival at the Escadrille, no pilot in the air did more or better work than little Edmond Genet. Despite the foul weather and the consequent scarcity of German planes, he seemed to have a nose for smelling them out. He had tough combats when other pilots were bemoaning their inability to even see an enemy plane. Bad weather did not discourage Genet--not after the winter he had put in the trenches.
When off-duty pilots headed to Paris to carouse and overstay their leaves, Edmond would travel with them to attend church or have dinner with friends. And he would always return punctually at the end of his leave. By February 10, 1917, he was writing home, "I am so discouraged over Gertrude and her long mysterious silence that I can scarcely write to her anymore." But write to her he did.
Death of a Friend
After nearly two months with the Escadrille, Genet lost a good friend and mentor, James R. McConnell, on March 19 while on a three-plane patrol: The third plane developed engine trouble after takeoff, so Genet and McConnell, who was suffering from back pain as a result of an accident, went on alone. In a cloudy sky near Jussy, two German planes swooped down on the unsuspecting Americans. In the melee, McConnell and Genet lost contact. Genet's opponent was a two-place machine, always a tough adversary. The German gunner shot away one of the Nieuport's upper wing supports and cut the rod that moved the left aileron, a piece of which flew off and struck Genet in the cheek.
The German plane beat a retreat in the face of Genet's doggedly persistent attack. Genet remained in the area hoping to find McConnell. Upon Genet's return to base, McConnell still had not returned, and the squadron waited in vain for word of him. Later, a cavalry patrol reported finding a downed Nieuport with the dead pilot nearby with several bullet holes in his body. German ground troops had stripped the body of all identification.
It was indeed McConnell, however, and his squadron mates buried him where he fell, without ceremony, which was what he wanted. He had left a letter to be opened after his death. It concluded: "My burial is of no import. Make it as easy as possible for yourselves. I have no religion and do not care for any service. If the omission would embarrass you, I presume I could stand the performance. Good luck to the rest of you. God damn Germany and vive la France."
Another historian of the Lafayette Escadrille, Herbert Molloy Mason Jr., recorded that "McConnell's death crushed Genet's spirit." In a letter to his mother in Ossining, Edmond wrote, "I'll get a Boche yet, or more than one, or be dropped myself, to avenge poor Mac. I've already been told I'm reckless in the air over the lines, but after this I vow I'll be more reckless than ever, come what may. Mother, my blood boils and thirsts after those accursed Huns. They're brutes and fiends and daily they grow worse."
On March 27th, he learned the reason for "darling Gertrude's" silence. His mother enclosed a letter from Mrs. Barlow, Gertrude's aunt, saying that "Gertrude is very much in love and engaged to some fellow from Vermont."
On that date Edmond wrote in his diary, "Mrs. Barlow has forwarded all my letters to Gertrude. It seems that Gerty could have at least written to me about her engagement and not have kept me utterly miserable with no news from or about her at all. I am finished now with writing any more to Gertrude, I'm feeling about as miserable and forlorn as anyone could feel over such news, What's the use of being true to one girl when she is so far away? It won't make much difference after all, tho. I don't expect to live thru to the end of this war."
He poured his heart out to his "Dear Little Mother" in a letter the same day. "I don't know why I've been hoping for cheerful news of the one girl I've always set my heart on and to whom I've tried to be genuinely true these past four or five years when it has seemed inevitable for months now that there was no hope.
"The simple truth is unbearable; can you halfway imagine what it means to me to hate to realize that she has been receiving my letters all these months and has just permitted me to keep on without telling me directly and instantly of her engagement?"
Thomas Hewitt, who became the 28th Escadrille pilot, listed his address only as Westchester, New York. Hewitt arrived at the Escadrille on March 30, 1917, with William Dugan, who had served with Genet in the Foreign Legion, and another pilot. Genet had come to know the importance of reliable comrades on patrol. He was not given to gossip or snide remarks about anyone, but he noted in his diary that two were "good fellows" but Hewitt was "questionable."
A proficient pilot, Hewitt turned out to lack nerve and to be accident-prone. Washed out of the Escadrille, he returned to the United States and served as a private in the Coast Artillery Corps at a fort in Long Island Sound. After earning a law degree, he engaged in several questionable business ventures. Alcoholism got the better of him, and he died in 1936 in a shabby Washington, D.C., rooming house.
On April 4, false rumors spread that the United States had entered the war. (The actual declaration of war by Congress came on April 6.) Emond confided to his diary, "I'm mighty glad I'm one of the few Americans who are already over here fighting tho I did desert my country's service to be here." Then he recorded his mood: "I feel sure something is going to happen to me very soon. It doesn't seem any less than Death itself." A death wish? A premonition? A hint of an impending suicide? We'll never know--but thirteen days later Edmond Charles Clinton Genet would be dead.
Death Comes for Edmond
Edmond's diary stops abruptly with the entry for "Sunday, April 15, 1916, the 986th day of the war." After describing the patrol he participated in that morning, because the weather turned too rainy for flying, he told of walking to church in town and visiting a cemetery "where a lot of German and French soldiers are buried." The entry concludes with, "Have to go out on patrol at 5:30 tomorrow morning so am turning in early."
The next morning, April 16, was a Monday, considered to be an unlucky day by Escadrille pilots. Norman Prince, Edmond's acquaintance from the Rochambeau and Jim McConnell had both been killed on a Monday.
Edmond flew into German territory with Walter Lovell and Thomas Hewitt on a patrol that lasted 75 minutes. His flight log noted that his stomach was upset from the evasive actions he took to avoid German antiaircraft fire. After a nap back at the base, he took off again at 2:30 p.m. with Raoul Lufbery, the Escadrille's ace from Wallingford, Conn. Lufbery watched as German antiaircraft fire bracketed Genet's plane. Edmond banked the craft as if headed for home. Lufbery then lost sight of him in the clouds. Unworried now about Genet, he turned for a leisurely flight back to base only to discover that Genet had never returned.
French infantrymen later reported that Genet's plane had gone into a violent tailspin at 4,000 feet with the engine at full throttle. In the downward plunge, a wing tore off and the plane buried itself in the road within French lines. Apparently, Genet had been wounded by shrapnel from the antiaircraft shells and had lost consciousness at the controls. Ted Parsons later wrote, "He had dug a hole five feet deep in the hard-packed road. The tank was a flat piece of metal, the wheels were ribbons, and there wasn't a piece of wing or framework bigger than a match. Every bone in his body was broken and his features were completely gone." When Genet's remains were prepared for burial, soldiers found that he had wrapped an American flag around his body.
The death of "Smiler," as he was called, cast a pall over the squadron, for his fellow pilots had come to love and respect the idealistic Edmond. At his funeral, Captain Thenault paid a touching tribute to the young pilot. In his own history of the Escadrille, Captain Thenault later described him as "one of our best pilots, the type of man who always had to be restrained rather than encouraged. "My dear friend, farewell. Respectfully, I salute your memory which we shall cherish, and before the grave of the first soldier fallen for the two flags--the Stars and Stripes and the Tricolor--in the Great War, we say thanks to America for having given to the fight sons such as thou. Farewell."
The Aftermath
On February 18, 1918 the Lafayette Escadrille's planes and most of its pilots were taken over by the United States Army. Members of the Army’s 103rd Aero Squadron replaced French ground personnel.
During its 22 months of existence, the Lafayette Escadrille served on nearly every battlefront in France. Its 38 American pilots downed 35 enemy planes, at a cost of eight American fliers. In addition to the 35 victories, they scored another 27 while serving with other French squadrons or with the U.S. Air Service. More important, Escadrille volunteers provided a pool of experienced combat pilots for the fledgling U.S. Air Service.
In November of 1919, a year after the Armistice ended World War I, an official-looking letter about Edmond arrived at the Ossining home of Edmond's mother at 164 Spring Street. It was from Josephus Daniels, former North Carolina newspaper editor and Secretary of the Navy since 1913. "Failing as a youth to appreciate fully the meaning of his enlistment oath," the letter said, "he went to the assistance of stricken France and offered his services to her in her hour of need. Many young Americans at this time were answering the call of freedom and going to serve in the ranks of those forces overseas, which were stubbornly, and valiantly opposing the onrush of the German armies.
"My conscience prompts me to regard his service with the French forces as equivalent to a continued service with his own country, I am disposed for the moment, in contemplating this boy's glorious record, to forget his youthful error in deserting the United States Navy.
"Edmond Charles Clinton Genet may properly be considered as having honorably terminated an enlistment with an ally, since he died on the field of battle. I, myself, am honored in having the privilege of deciding that the record of Edmond Genet, ordinary seaman, United States Navy, shall be considered in every respect as an honorable one."
In a suburb of Paris at Villeneuve l'Etang is an imposing marble monument dedicated on July 4, 1928. It honors the dead American fliers who served in the French Aviation Service. Marble crypts contain the remains of 49 of the 65 American aviators who died in the First World War. Edmond Genet is among them.
Fickle Gertrude Talmage married Roy Minich, her theologian boyfriend. She had a lifetime to reflect on her cruel and immature treatment of Edmond, a lonely flier far from home. She died at Malden, Mass., in 1983 at the age of 88.
Edmond's letters to his mother and friends were collected and published in 1918 by Charles Scribner's Sons as the War Letters of Edmond Genet. Edited by author and poet Grace Ellery Channing, it had a touching foreword by essayist John Jay Chapman, a descendant of Westchester's John Jay. Chapman well knew the pain of losing a child; his son Victor had been the first Lafayette Escadrille pilot to be shot down. The whereabouts of the original letters making up this collection are unknown.
Edmond's diary and flight log are with his nephew, G. Patton Genet, of Marion, N.C., the son of Gilbert Rodman Fox Genet. They were published in 1981 by the University Press of Virginia as An American for Lafayette: The Diaries of E.C.C. Genet, Lafayette Escadrille.
Albert Rivers Genet Jr., oldest brother of Edmond Genet, served as an ensign in the New York Naval Militia and in the U.S. Navy during the First World War. In 1919, at Ossining's Trinity Church he married Molly Beecher, who had attended Miss Fuller's School in Ossining. Remaining in the Naval Reserve, he attained the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He died of tuberculosis in 1922 at the age of 33, at Saranac Lake, N.Y., where he had gone for treatment of the disease, and is buried in Ossining’s Sparta Cemetery.
Edmond Genet's "Dear Little Mother," Martha Rodman Fox Genet, lived on in Ossining until she died in 1931 at the age of 72. Her funeral was held in St. Mary's Church in Scarborough. She was survived by her one remaining son, Rodman Genet, of Clearwater, Florida, a daughter-in-law, Mrs. Albert Rivers Jr., (the former Molly Beecher) of Tarrytown, and three grandchildren. Edmond's mother is buried beside her husband in Sparta Cemetery.
Edmond's next older brother, Gilbert Rodman Fox Genet served with the 2nd Regiment of the South Carolina Infantry on the Mexican border in 1916 and with the U.S. Army during the First World War. He married Mary Pemberton Patton on October 28, 1917, at St. Matthew's Church, Darlington, S.C. He died in Clearwater, Florida, in 1946.
Albert Rivers Genet's daughter, Nancy Fuller Genet, died in 1977 at the age of 58; In her will, she requested that "my remains be cremated and my ashes placed in a small container at my father's grave in the Genet burial plot in the Revolutionary (i.e., Sparta) Cemetery at Scarborough, N.Y., with a small flat stone marker containing name and dates." Regrettably, there is no evidence her wishes were carried out. Albert Rivers Genet's wife, who never remarried, died in 1983 at the age of 85. She, too, asked that her remains be cremated, but specified no disposition of them.
Despite Edmond's sacrifice and the Genet family's close association with Ossining, no park or street has been named for him. No tablet memorializes his birth or his childhood and youth spent in the village. Even Peekskill has a plaque on a boulder in Depew Park honoring Edmond Genet's selfless sacrifice.
Ossining has an active historical society and museum displaying a few Edmond Genet memorabilia. The local V.F.W. Post 1041 perpetuates his name. After 92 years, the time is right for his hometown to remember its local hero in a tangible way. Intense, patriotic and dedicated, Edmond was the first American to die after the United States declared war on Germany.
It is given to only a few to choose the manner or the circumstances of their dying. Seeking no recompense, praise nor gain, Edmond Charles Clinton Genet chose a short, glorious life and, in the words of poet and fellow Foreign Legionnaire Alan Seeger, "that rare privilege of dying well." When trouble threatened, he bravely headed for the sound of the guns.
APPENDIX: AMERICAN PILOTS KILLED
WHILE SERVING IN THE LFAYETTE ESCADRILLE
NAME /HOME /TIME WITH N.124 /REMARKS
1. Sgt. Victor E. Chapman New York, N.Y. 04/18/16-06/23/16 KIA
2. S/Lt. Norman Prince Prides Crossing, Mass. 04/18/16-10/15/16 KLD
3. Sgt. James R. McConnell Carthage, N.C. 04/18/16-03/19/17 KIA
4. S/Lt. Kiffin Y. Rockwell Asheville, N.C. 04/18/16-09/23/16 KIA
5. Sgt. Ronald W. Hoskier South Orange, N.J. 12/11/16-04/23/17 KIA
6. Sgt. Edmond C.C. Genet Ossining, N.Y. 01/19/17-04/16/17 KIA
7. Sgt. Andrew C. Campbell Jr. Chicago, Ill. 04/15/17-10/01/17 KIA
8. Sgt. Douglas MacMonagle San Francisco, Cal. 06/16/17-09/24/17 KIA
KIA = Killed In Action
KLD = Killed in Line of Duty
NAME /HOME /TIME WITH N.124 /REMARKS
1. Sgt. Victor E. Chapman New York, N.Y. 04/18/16-06/23/16 KIA
2. S/Lt. Norman Prince Prides Crossing, Mass. 04/18/16-10/15/16 KLD
3. Sgt. James R. McConnell Carthage, N.C. 04/18/16-03/19/17 KIA
4. S/Lt. Kiffin Y. Rockwell Asheville, N.C. 04/18/16-09/23/16 KIA
5. Sgt. Ronald W. Hoskier South Orange, N.J. 12/11/16-04/23/17 KIA
6. Sgt. Edmond C.C. Genet Ossining, N.Y. 01/19/17-04/16/17 KIA
7. Sgt. Andrew C. Campbell Jr. Chicago, Ill. 04/15/17-10/01/17 KIA
8. Sgt. Douglas MacMonagle San Francisco, Cal. 06/16/17-09/24/17 KIA
KIA = Killed In Action
KLD = Killed in Line of Duty
Labels: Edmond Genet, Lafayette Escadrille, World War I
Monday, May 15, 2006
The Improbable Country: Gertrude Bell and the Making of Modern Iraq
HISTORY
"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it."These memorable words by American philosopher George Santayana are from his 1905 essay on reason and common sense. Quoted often, they invariably go unheeded. Iraq's long history of resistance to central authority and Britain's disastrous attempts to establish self-government there should have informed America's involvement in that benighted country. Instead the lessons of Iraq's past have been stubbornly ignored.
America has clearly forgotten that Iraq is an artificial state--not a nation--cobbled together by the British in the early 20th century from disparate, contentious portions of the dying Ottoman Empire. In the eight decades of its existence, Iraq has suffered a full-scale civil war, a succession of coups, plus a number of attempted coups, various armed rebellions and rule by a ruthless dictator who conducted a disastrous eight-year war against neighboring Iran.
None of TV's talking heads and newspaper pundits see fit to recount details of Iraq's bloody early history. Yet it is a history that all Americans should know, especially since we so blindly disregarded the lessons from Iraq’s past that could have kept us from stumbling into the quicksands of the Middle East.
The 'Sick Man' Expires
Ever since Russian Czar Nicholas described Turkey as "the sick man of Europe" in 1853, the Ottoman Empire had been on a downward path. Early in October 1918, exhausted by fighting on the side of Germany and Austria-Hungary, Turkey put out peace feelers. Without consulting its allies, Britain sent its Mediterranean naval commander to the island of Lemnos to meet with Turkish envoys. Britain had long considered the Middle East within its sphere of influence.
In 1916, it signed the secret Sykes-Picot Treaty with France setting up the division of the Middle East at the end of the war. Some 2.5 million British troops had fought on the various Ottoman fronts, and more than a quarter-million were killed or wounded. In contrast, French losses were small--only 30,000 casualties in the Middle East, nearly all in the futile attempt to take Turkish positions at Gallipoli.
Spoils of war
On October 30, 1918, the Allies dictated the terms of an armistice that reduced the vast Ottoman Empire by some 10 million inhabitants and 770,000 square miles--a loss of roughly about half its prewar population and area. The British were awarded the lion's share—including areas already in their possession, Palestine, Trans-Jordan, and the huge region of Mesopotamia. But they were not to be added to the far-flung British Empire. First they would be held as "zones of influence" and then in trust as "mandates" from the League of Nations until their Arab peoples could be taught the art of self-government. Similarly, the French were awarded Syria and Lebanon.
In Mesopotamia, the British found themselves with a ruined and neglected semi-desert area of 172,000 square miles, populated by about 3 million inhabitants. Sunni Moslems predominated in the cities; the majority Shia peopled the rural south and the so-called "holy cities" of Najaf and Karbala. Both groups were divided into an almost infinite number of families, clans and tribes, all heavily armed, each with its ancient loyalties and blood feuds. The primitive and poor rural population hated the wealthy sheiks and effete urban merchants.
The mountain fastnesses of the northeast were inhabited by three-quarters of a million Kurds and rival Turkmen tribes, largely Sunni. In the northwest were small groups of Assyrian Christian refugees, recently driven from their homes in Turkey. Baghdad, the capital, was a collection of bazaars and narrow streets. The city's large and prosperous Jewish minority, making up 15 percent of its population, controlled commerce and provided administrative services. Ottoman officials, fellow Moslems, had been lax administrators, usually less heavy-handed the farther one got from Constantinople. In contrast, British civil servants, non-Moslem and non-Arabic-speaking, zealously collected taxes.
The postwar problems facing the British in Mesopotamia included a lack of trust between the country's ethnic groups, a feudal tribal culture, an economy battered by the war, and high unemployment. With the exception of the Jews who migrated elsewhere in 1950-51, the Mesopotamia of eight decades ago was little different from today's Iraq. The entire country was a tinderbox waiting to be ignited. As today's headlines proclaim, it still is.
Winston Churchill, Britain's war secretary, unwittingly encouraged unrest by insisting that occupation expenses be cut back. Obediently, Lt. Gen. Sir Aylmer Haldane tried to police Iraq with too few troops. He reduced his forces to a mere 3,500 soldiers in scattered outposts across an area the size of California.
The Second Arab Revolt
When British Lt. Gen. Stanley Maude captured Baghdad in March of 1917, he issued a noble proclamation written by Sir Mark Sykes, the same Sykes who had drawn up the secret 1916 agreement with François Georges Picot calling for joint British-French control over much of the postwar Middle East. Its sonorous words sound eerily familiar today, "Our armies do not come into your cities and lands as conquerors or enemies, but as liberators," it announced. The newly liberated Iraqis did not see it that way. A succession of Turkish, British and Indian forces had fueled Mesopotamian distaste for occupying foreign armies.
In the summer of 1920, a band of 300 Arabs, equipped with weapons smuggled from Turkey, swept down on undermanned British positions north and west of Baghdad. Surrounded and outnumbered, successive outposts were systematically wiped out. Among those slain was the chief British political officer of the region, Col. Gerard Leachman, a legendary hero of the first Arab campaign. The insurgents declared a provisional Arab government. By mid-August, almost the entire countryside was aflame with Arab cavalry raids. The widely scattered Anglo-Indian garrisons were slaughtered and mutilated. Another uprising broke out in the south among Shia tribes, called "Swamp Arabs." Heavily-armed and fiercely independent, these semi-nomadic peoples resisted the efforts of the British to collect taxes, and also attacked British outposts.
Paralleling today's situation in Iraq, Baghdad headquarters, with a large military presence in the well-fortified city, continued to issue rosy communiqués. The heavy toll of British and Indian troops in the summer's exploding unrest triggered an angry report in the London Times about conditions in Mesopotamia. The writer was former Lt. Col. T.E. Lawrence, better known as "Lawrence of Arabia." His hit-and-run guerrilla tactics during the so-called Arab Revolt had tied up Turkish forces. He was unhappy over the British government's mismanagement of the unruly populations of Mesopotamia.
The British people had been "led into a trap from which it will be hard to escape with dignity and honor," he claimed. "They have been tricked into it by a steady withholding of information. The Baghdad communiqués are belated, insincere, and incomplete. Things are far worse than we have been told, our administration more bloody and inefficient than the public knows." Calling the situation a disgrace that may soon be too inflamed for any ordinary cure, he wrote, "We are today not far from a disaster. We have not reached the limit of our military commitments. Under hard conditions of climate and supply, our troops are policing an immense area, paying dearly every day in lives for the willfully wrong policy of the civil administration in Baghdad." The dateline of the report was August 22, 1920. Yet the same piece could have appeared in any American newspaper in the past three years. Lawrence was to get his chance to set matters straight. Seven months later in Cairo, he would become one of the architects of the new kingdom of Iraq.
War Secretary Churchill responded to the alarming losses with a forerunner of the recent war's "shock and awe" tactics. R.A.F. planes were ferried to Mesopotamia to bomb villages and encampments. After visiting an Iraqi hospital full of wounded Arabs, Air Commodore Lionel Charlton was so upset by the casualties inflicted on innocent villagers that he resigned his position as a senior air staff officer. Fresh British and Indian troops poured in to reoccupy captured outposts and towns. By early 1921, the Arab rebel government had evaporated. Its leaders were hunted down systematically as outlaws.
The cost to Britain of this second Arab revolt was more than 500 British soldiers killed, wounded or missing as prisoners and presumed dead. About 6,000 Arabs were killed and wounded. Despite their relatively small losses, the British spent more money in putting down the rebellion than had been spent subsidizing the original Arab Revolt against the Turks during the war. Interestingly, after American troops began the occupation of Iraq in 2003, second-hand copies of Gen. Haldane's 1922 book, "The Insurrection in Mesopotamia, 1920," belatedly became required reading in Washington.
Unexpected anarchy in Mesopotamia had prompted public calls at home for Britain's withdrawal, but the British were determined to stay. The four-year World War had revealed the need for closer communication with the far-flung outposts of empire and showed the usefulness of aircraft. Control over the unruly country straddling the air and land routes linking the Mediterranean with India was crucial. Moreover, control of Mesopotamia would safeguard British oil interests in Persia.
The Cairo Conference
In March of 1921, Churchill, newly appointed as colonial secretary, decided to call a conference in Cairo of some 40 Middle Eastern experts. One goal was a solution to the problems of Mesopotamia, the fractious area that was rapidly draining manpower and funds. To call it a "conference," however, is a stretch. Major decisions had already been made by the Foreign Office back in London. The task of those called to Cairo was largely to tidy up the details.
Churchill invited T.E. Lawrence and other specialists--all male, with one exception: Gertrude Bell, a human dynamo who would literally become the architect of Iraq. Born in 1868 into a wealthy British industrial family, Gertrude Bell was impatient with the narrow lifestyle expected of Victorian women. One of the first females to attend Oxford, she took top honors in modern history. After graduation at 20, she traveled widely. Mountaineering was not a woman's sport. Climbing in Switzerland with two guides, she exhibited unusual courage. On a peak in the Alps that still bears her name (Gertrude's Peak), a sudden storm caught the party without shelter.
Spending the night on the exposed cliff face, she showed remarkable courage in the face of danger. The storm cleared the next morning, and the party was able to descend to safety. One of her Swiss guides later said that of all the climbers he had guided, "none had equaled Gertrude Bell in coolness, bravery and judgment."
Fascinated by what was then called "The East," she studied Arabic and Persian, and became a fluent speaker of both languages, all the while continuing to travel. Her translations of the poems of Persian poet Hafiz into English are still regarded as the best. A brief love affair with a British diplomat in Rumania followed, but was broken off when her father refused to allow let them to marry. Her lover's death from pneumonia left her disconsolate.
"Queen of the Desert"
Travel became a source of comfort for this restless, impetuous redheaded woman. In 1900, dressed as a Bedouin man, she rode out into the desert a hundred miles northeast of Jerusalem in search of the Druze, a secret sect that combined the teachings of Islam with Buddhism, Judaism and Christianity. Militant and hostile, the Druze had been fighting their sworn enemies, the Beni Sakhr, for years and had successfully resisted Ottoman rule. Evading Turkish authorities, Gertrude met with Yahya Beg, the Druze ruler. She found him impressive--"a great big man, very handsome and with the most exquisite manners," she noted. They ate and spoke together, earning each other's respect and admiration. In addition to Arabic and Persian, Gertrude was also fluent in French, German, Italian and Turkish.
At the urging of French archaeologist Solomon Reinach, she returned to the Druze country to study the impact of Roman and Byzantine cultures on the region and resulted in her 1907 book “The Desert and the Sown.” Next, she traveled to Turkey to work with British archaeologist Sir William Ramsay. The venture resulted in a joint effort, the 1909 work titled "A Thousand and One Churches." Her observations about the defects in Ottoman rule combined with her eye for detail and meticulous description soon caught the attention of the British government, which found them invaluable.
She first became acquainted with the Mesopotamian desert by crossing it from west to east in 1909, mapping it as she went. Her party consisted of guides, guards and servants plus baggage, tents and a canvas bathtub, not to mention silver and Wedgwood china on which to dine in style. The countryside was full of Arab raiding tribes, plundering each other's flocks. Deadly blood feuds of unremembered origin dated back a thousand years. On this trip, she stumbled on the ruins of the ancient castle of Ukhaidir, which she meticulously measured and recorded in her notebooks. Eighteen months later, she visited the site of the ancient Hittite city of Carchemish in Turkey. Here she found two young British archaeologists digging and surreptitiously keeping an eye on the nearby bridge the Germans were building for the planned Berlin-to-Baghdad railway.
Characterizing their methods as "prehistoric," she showed them modern techniques of excavation. One of the archaeologists was Thomas Edward Lawrence, 20 years her junior. Bell's notes recorded, "an interesting boy, he is going to make a traveler." In 1913, without the permission of the Turkish authorities and despite British warnings, she set out from the Syrian capital of Damascus to explore the northern Arabian Peninsula. No explorer, man or woman, had penetrated this desert in the previous two decades, and reliable data was scant. After many hair-raising adventures, she returned to Damascus the following year with her notebooks bulging with recorded details. Had she been on the payroll of British intelligence, she couldn't have collected more appropriate information.
One month later, a Serbian nationalist assassinated Archduke Franz Ferdinand, heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, touching off the First World War. Gertrude's knowledge of the Arab tribes was to prove invaluable to campaigns in the Middle East. She was first sent to Cairo, where she joined the newly formed Arab Bureau, a small espionage unit headquartered in three rooms in the Savoy Hotel. One of the bureau staff was the same T.E. Lawrence she had met at Carchemish. Her job was to create a catalog of the Arab tribes, their lineages, alliances, enemies, water wells and the areas they controlled. She also recorded roads, railway lines and caravan routes that would be important to later military operations.
"Lawrence of Arabia"
Also at the Cairo Conference was T.E. Lawrence, the same Lawrence Gertrude Bell had met years before. He would be another architect of Iraq, although he had only the briefest acquaintance with the country. When British Maj. Gen. Charles Townshend's 13,000-man army was trapped in the town of Kut al-Amara by superior Turkish forces in 1916, Lawrence had been sent to try to buy the release of the surrounded force for a million British pounds. Unfortunately, by the time he arrived outside the city under a flag of truce to make his offer, the British had already surrendered. Lawrence would later become better known in America than he was in his home country, thanks to the efforts of writer Lowell Thomas.
In 1917, 25-year-old Thomas left his part-time job of teaching public speaking at Princeton and was hired by powerful British newspaper publisher Lord Beaverbrook to help publicize Britain's part in the war. After sailing to England and then to France, Thomas could not find a dramatic human-interest story on the Western Front. He asked British novelist John Buchan to arrange for him and photographer Harry Chase to visit General Allenby's headquarters in Jerusalem. Here he was introduced to Capt. T.E. Lawrence, a short (5 foot, 3 inches) political officer who liked to dress in Arab robes. Chase photographed Lawrence in various poses. Only four years younger than his subject, Thomas immediately recognized that he had found the heroic figure he was seeking. Lawrence seemed to enjoy wearing his Arab regalia, but would say little about his own achievements.
Lawrence prevailed on other British officers to allow themselves to be photographed and interviewed. Thus, most of Thomas's information about "Aurens," as the Arabs called him, came from others--and was largely hearsay. Back in the United States, Thomas put together a two-part film-and-lecture show about the Arab Revolt.Titled :The Last Crusade," his inflated account of the Arab uprising and the role of the Arabs in the war opened at New York's 2,320-seat Century Theatre, at Central Park West and 62nd Street, in March of 1919.
Within weeks, the Thomas program had become so popular it had to be moved to even larger quarters in the old Madison Square Garden on the site of the former New York & Harlem Railroad depot at 26th Street and Fourth Avenue. Like Thomas's best-selling book titled "With Lawrence in Arabia" that followed in 1924, the show hyped Lawrence's exploits at the expense of others who deserved credit.
Many details were overstatements, exaggerations or outright lies. For example, the total Arab force fighting the Turks consisted of several thousand opportunistic fighters who came and went at will. Thomas magnified this into a cohesive Arab army of 200,000. Although the Arab Revolt did divert Turkish forces and supplies, its real accomplishment was that it protected the right flank of the British forces advancing north through Palestine toward Damascus. Playing hob with chronology, Thomas portrayed Lawrence as fomenting the revolt in the desert in February of 1916. In fact, the 28-year-old Lawrence had a desk job in Cairo at that time. He only reached Arabia for the first time the following October.
Booked into London's Royal Opera House in Covent Garden for a two-week run, the show ran for six months. Now titled "With Allenby in Palestine and the Conquest of Holy Arabia" for British audiences. the program was seen by the royal family, Prime Minister Lloyd George and British policy makers, including Winston Churchill. Later the title was altered to "With Allenby in Palestine and Lawrence in Arabia."
Lawrence quietly attended several performances but did nothing to correct its romanticized misinformation. After its phenomenal New York and London successes, Thomas took his show on a world tour of other English-speaking countries. The sold-out performances made young Lowell Thomas not only rich but also famous. And it created in "Lawrence of Arabia" a world-class hero.
Unaware of how much Gertrude Bell, Lawrence and Lloyd George's staff had exaggerated the role of the Arabs in the victory over the Turks, Churchill accepted Lawrence's arguments that Britain owed a great debt to Prince Faisal and the Arabs who had fought under him against the Turks. Lawrence's withdrawal from public life in the 1920s, however, was not for the reasons suggested. Instead of having an emotional attachment to the Arabs portrayed in the now-classic movie, Lawrence privately disliked them. He had promised them their freedom only because it was the best way to get them to fight.
The Improbable Country
Two problems faced the Cairo conferees: giving a name to the new country and delineating its boundaries. They chose the former Arabic name Iraq, variously translated as "a sunny land," "coastline," "flat plains" or "the dark-colored country." Churchill was all for giving independence to the Kurds, but Gertrude Bell counseled against this. She pointed out that the Kurds, being mostly Sunni, when combined with the Arab Sunnis would tend to balance the Shia majority in Iraq. Oil was also an important consideration. If Kurdistan became a part of Iraq, Kirkuk's anticipated oil wealth could finance the new country.
For its boundaries, Gertrude Bell took a pencil and drew a continuous line on the map around the three former Turkish provinces of Mosul, Baghdad and Basra. She excluded a portion of the latter province, which would become the new British protectorate of Kuwait. It was a design that left Iraq virtually landlocked, with a coastline only 23 miles long, and opened a wound that would rankle Iraqis for generations.
Had the British been trying to design a country with everything working against its chances of enduring for more than a few years, they could not have succeeded better. To rule the newly created Iraq as king, Bell and Lawrence proposed to install 36-year-old Faisal ibn Hussein of the venerable Arabian Hashemite family, Britain's main ally in the Arab Revolt.
At that moment, Faisal was literally out of a job. He had first been placed on the throne of Syria--until France decided to exercise its claim to a mandate in Syria and Lebanon under the secret Sykes-Picot Treaty, and deposed him. The new king was totally unknown in Iraq, but this did not seem to bother the British. In fact, he had never even been in the country, and his Arabic accent was strange to Iraqi ears. The British arranged for an election in which a surprisingly large majority--96%--chose Faisal. It would not be the last of Iraq's lopsided elections. His only serious opponent was kidnapped by the British and whisked off for a long vacation in Ceylon.
Despite the country's obvious lack of enthusiasm for Faisal, on August 23, 1921, he was ceremoniously enthroned as King of Iraq in an early-morning ceremony attended by only a few of his new subjects. Iraq lacked a national anthem, so the British military band played "God Save the King." The music was a fitting choice. Faisal would be under British control throughout his reign.
Faisal had one advantage as a ruler of the incongruous groups making up the country. As an outsider, he was not associated with any faction or region. As an Arab, he had little support among the Kurds; as a Sunni, he found little favor among the Shia, although some respected him as a sayeed, a descendant of the Prophet Mohammed. Faisal had no illusions about the precariousness of his position or that he ruled at the pleasure of the British. He would reign for a scant 12 years.
In 1923, Gertrude Bell began a massive project of assembling and arranging archaeological treasures for the Baghdad Museum to make it one of the great antiquities museums of the world. On Sunday July 11, 1926, three days before her 58th birthday, she went for an evening swim in the Tigris, then went home and took a double dose of sleeping pills. Her death may have been an accident; she left no note and had asked her maid to wake her at six a.m. Her friend King Faisal gave her a full military funeral. She is buried in the British cemetery in Baghdad not far from the Baghdad Museum, her museum, that would be looted in 2003.
A treaty was signed with Britain in 1930 that would end the British mandate in two years, followed by entrance of Iraq into the League of Nations. British influence would nevertheless continue in Iraq until 1958. The reign of King Ghazi, Faisal's son and successor upon his death in 1933, was short—a mere six years. He turned out to be a stubborn nationalist, vexing the British by making strident radio broadcasts from the palace demanding the return of Kuwait. Then still without oil, Kuwait was a poor country under British protection, deriving meager revenues from pearl fishing and smuggling.
King Ghazi had a well-earned reputation as a playboy, gained in the casinos of Europe and the nightclubs of Cairo. Around midnight on an April night in 1939, with two companions, he took one of the royal sports cars and sped through the palace gates. The car hit a lamppost, bringing it crashing down and crushing the king's skull. Mysteriously, the car was undamaged. Demands for an autopsy and an inquiry went unanswered. His widow appointed his pro-British brother as regent, to rule until Ghazi's four-year-old son Faisal reached the age of 21. The annoying broadcasts were not resumed.
As it turned out, the reign of young King Faisal II also was short. In July of 1958, Iraqi Army officers murdered the 23-year-old grandson of the original Faisal and the entire royal family in a coup d’etat. In July of 1968, almost ten years later to the day, the Baath Party staged its own coup d'etat to end military rule. Saddam Hussein became vice-president. In July of 1979, in a reprise of Hitler's "night of the long knives," Saddam Hussein announced the discovery of a plot financed by Syria to take over the government. Hundreds of members of the Baath Party were executed. Saddam was sworn in as president. The rest, as the saying has it, is history.
Fast forward to May of 2006. Iraq's new fledgling government is about to be launched. What the coming months hold no one dares to say. Curiously, no commentator has remarked the every bloody, convulsive revolution in Iraq has taken place in July.
Disappointment in Samarra
As in Vietnam, we are learning in Iraq the painful lesson that a local insurgent army--even one poorly trained--can cripple and may even defeat a better-trained and equipped foreign army. This, by the way, is one of the oldest of military axioms. Witness the bitter experience of the British in the American Revolution, the French and the Americans in Vietnam, and the Russians in Afghanistan.
Air supremacy cannot win such wars. B-52 bombers could not dislodge the Viet Cong from their carefully hidden underground bunkers. As it turned out, Soviet attack helicopters and aerial gunships offered easy targets for Afghan mujahedeen armed with shoulder-fired missiles provided by the CIA. We are disingenuous when we complain that the same terrorists we financed to fight the Russians have now turned on us.
During the war in Vietnam, the Tet offensive--an attack by the North Vietnamese army on South Vietnamese and American positions—was actually a military defeat for North Vietnam. Yet the suddenness and the boldness of the offensive surprised everyone. In America's living rooms, TV images of machine-gun-toting black-garbed Viet Cong within the compound of the American Embassy in Saigon markedly weakened confidence in our ability to win the war.
In arguing for a pre-emptive attack on Iraq, Pentagon civilians chose to ignore the lessons of history and to disregard the advice of military staff, virtually duplicating what happened in Vietnam. When President Lyndon Johnson boasted to Sam Rayburn about the brilliance of the civilians in the Pentagon, mostly former academics, in masterminding the war in Vietnam, the Texas congressman commented sagely, "Lyndon, they may be every bit as intelligent as you say, but I'd feel a whole lot better about them if just one of them had run for sheriff once."
What can be said about the civilian decision-making that brought us to where we are in Iraq today? A paraphrasing of David Halberstam's judgment of Robert McNamara, architect of the Vietnam debacle, in "The Best and the Brightest," surely fits the neocons: "They did not serve themselves or their country well. They were brilliant, but they were--there is no kinder or gentler word for it--fools."
True, Saddam is on trial now for the crimes he committed, but America has neither the troops nor the treasure to eject all the bullies of the world from power. Besides, it may turn out that only a ruthless strongman can weld together the warring factions in the improbable country called Iraq. Fuzzy goals only yield fuzzy strategy. We began the invasion of Iraq with no clear idea of our aims. When the neocons' excuse for the conflict--weapons of mass destruction--turned out to be nonexistent, we hastily substituted the vague intention of "bringing the blessings of democracy to the Iraqi people," yet had no real plan for achieving it.
Von Clausewitz postulated that warfare is always an extension of politics. But if political goals are murky, military goals also will be murky--and unachievable. And Santayana's epigraphic aphorism only tells half the story. What he should have said was, "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it--and the rest of us are condemned to repeat it with them." The supreme irony, perhaps, is that George W. Bush's major subject at Yale was history.
As if to underscore the futility of wars of empire, consider the fate of the British military cemetery in Kut al-Amara, along the Tigris River south of Baghdad. It contains the graves of soldiers of the Sixth Division who died defending that city in 1916 against a superior Turkish force before being overwhelmed.
A plaque honors the thousands of dead with a poignant epitaph written by British classicist John Maxwell Edmonds. It reads, "When you go home, tell them of us and say, 'For your tomorrow, we gave our today.'" In 1991, to punish Britain for taking part in the Gulf War, the Baath Party ordered the cemetery desecrated and used as a garbage dump. American Seabees restored it in 2003. Today it is being used as a garbage dump again and is awash in sewage.
Labels: History, Iraq, World War I