In the meantime other Marines, the 96th Company of Major Holcomb’s
battalion and one of Sibley’s reserve companies, were engaged with the
task of ejecting the Germans from Bouresches, the town just east of the
woods, as necessary to be cleared as Belleau Wood itself. Holcomb’s
men got to Bouresches first and went in.
“Half of this little force was under Captain Duncan and the other half
under Lieutenant Robertson. The enemy’s fire, as they neared the town,
was frightful, and more men fell than kept going. Duncan was shot down
while coolly advancing with his pipe in his mouth. Robertson, who, by
the way, was afterward shot through the neck near Soissons, led the
remnant on and entered the town.
“There were probably 300 to 400 Germans in that town and the place
bristled with machine guns. There were guns at the street corners,
behind barricades, and even on the housetops, but the Marines kept on.
They attacked those machine guns with rifle, bayonet, and grenade in
their bitter struggle for a foothold. They were outnumbered when they
started, and one by one they were put out of the fighting. But they
kept going, taking gun after gun, until the Germans, for all their
numbers and advantage of position, began to fall back. And Lieutenant
Robertson took Bouresches with twenty men!
“He sent back word at 9:45 that he had got in and asked for
reinforcements, but he did not wait for them. Those twenty men started
in to clean up that town in the approved Marine fashion, and he was
well on his way when Captain Zane’s company of Holcomb’s battalion
arrived to support him. Then Engineers were sent in to help consolidate
the position.
“But the town was not yet fully won. The Germans began displaying
counter-activity, and the Marines sent back word that they were running
short of ammunition. Lieutenant William B. Moore, the Princeton
athlete, and Sergeant Major John Quick (of whom more anon) volunteered
to take in a truck load. With a small crew chosen from fifty who wanted
to go, they started with their precious, perilous freight, over a torn
road under a terrific fire. The whole way was brilliantly lighted by
enemy flares and the solitary truck offered a shining mark to the
German gunners. It rolled and careened fearfully over the gullies and
craters, shells shrieked and whistled over their heads and burst on
every hand, and as they neared the town they drove straight into the
fire of the spouting machine guns. But John Quick bears a charmed life
and they got through unscathed.
“That ammunition truck saved the day at Bouresches, for after it got
in, Zane’s men proceeded to clean up the town. At 11 o’clock that night
the report was sent in to headquarters to the effect that the Germans
had been driven out of Bouresches. At 2:30 a.m. they made an attempt to
get in again, but the counter-attack was smothered by our machine gun
fire.
“The next day, with the help of the Engineers, our position in the town
was made secure.