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Francis Sherry

Submitted by: Francis Thomas Sherry {Son}

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Francis Sherry born around October 9, 1889. Francis Sherry served in World War 1 with the United States Army. The enlistment was in 1917 and the service was completed in 1919.

Story of Service

On September 15, 1917, at 27 years old, my father, Francis Sherry, from Taunton, Massachusetts, received his draft notice. By September 20, 1917, he began his service in the U.S. Army at Camp Devens, Massachusetts.

According to his military papers he stood at 5 feet 6 inches tall, had blue eyes, brown hair, and a medium complexion. He listed his civilian occupation as a driver. By June 4, 1918 he was promoted, becoming Corporal Francis Sherry #1638058 of Company A 153rd Division.

On July 5, 1918 he was sent overseas to France as part of the American Expeditionary Force (A.E.F.). He service there spanned both warfare and the November 11, 1918 Armistice. He later returned to the United States and was honorably discharged on January 28, 1919, at Fort Dix, New Jersey.

Although little is known of what he experienced in France, because like many military personnel my father seldom spoke of his wartime service, the timing of his duty in France at the height of A.E.F. offenses and a reading of one of the few pieces of correspondence to him that survived from that era, strongly suggest that he saw combat.

A friend wrote from Nevers, France on April 22, 1919:

"How is every little thing kid? I suppose that you are knocking them dead. Have you found a job yet or are you through with work. You never did kill yourself old man but I am afraid that you will not do as much now, how about it? I wouldnent [Sic] blame you any if you never went to work again, Frank after doing the hard work that you had to do over here, I tell you kid it was a cruel old war. What do you say?"

My father did secure employment, working for the U.S. Postal Service in Taunton, Massachusetts, for many years until his retirement on June 30, 1955. It was this employment that led to his meeting my mother along his postal route and their marriage, which resulted in the birth of me, their only child, when he was fifty years old. Given this scenario, I am one of the few remaining direct descendants of a member of the military service who fought in World War I.

My father died at 74 years old on February 25, 1964. I treasure the few artifacts that I have from that time: his helmet, his identification bracelet, his victory medal, his draft notice, his enlistment record, his honorable discharge papers, and photographs of him in uniform and with his last assigned unit Company C 161st Infantry A.E.F.