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hen Claude Wakefield attended Kansas University, he did so with some vague notion of a business career in his future; he lived in the basement of a local Presbyterian minister and spent his summers and spare time selling storm drains and house paint for a local construction contractor.
A Young Man On the Move, Waco, Texas, 1915/16

acapfter the end of two years, he determined that he had had enough of schoolbooks, and decided to gain employment as a salesman of some sort, perhaps as a drygoods wholesaler or something resembling the work he had done in college. He returned to Anthony, but it was not long before an opportunity arose that he could not resist: in the Spring of 1914 his brother Edward had gotten a job with a manufacturing concern in Waco, Texas, and Claude decided to come with him, hoping there would be work for him, too; and he would not be disappointed. No sooner were Ed and Claude settled in Waco than through the agency of an old KU friend Claude met Pope Eckels and Ed Hofmeister, partners in a new project, the Walk-Over Boot Shop, one of a chain of stores run by the Walk-Over Company of Chicago and Boston; the two were looking for a third manager, and soon they had a third partner in the venture as well. The store opened in the Summer of 1914 at 617 Austin Street and was soon doing a very good business, and the three young men were quickly mastering the shoe trade and honing their retailing skills. Each took a turn at managing the books, and shared the responsibilities of the day-to-day store operation, pooling their funds for inventory enlargement and increasing the store staff. By 1916 the operation was showing a modest profit and the partners were well satisfied with their labors.walkover1walkover2
Eckels, Wakefield and Hofmeister at work and leisure, 1915

ucapnfortunately, events on the world stage would soon change these comfortable arrangements: despite efforts to maintain American neutrality, President Wilson soon found that - wholly against his will - he could not realistically expect to keep us out of the European conflict.Early outrage following the loss of American lives in the sinking of the Lusitania in May 1915 was tempered by the suspension of unrestricted German submarine warfare, but clearly sentiment had been steadily tilting towards the Allied cause, not least for the sake of American trade overseas. By early 1917 the Germans were desperate: the military situation was stalemated, the British naval blockade was slowly starving Germany of food and the materials of war, and the powerful voices of their navy finally persuaded the Kaiser that the only hope was to send out the U-boats once more and destroy Allied trade on the seas; unrestrcted submarine warfare was formally resinstated February 1. As if this provocation had not been enough to end American neutrality, another scheme was hatched by the German Foreign Minister Arthur Zimmermann to distract the war effort by offering German support to Mexico in a war with the U.S., promising the restoration of Mexican territories lost since 1836 after German victory in Europe, and making further veiled references to enlisting the support of Japan in the project. Ironically this message, the notorious "Zimmermann Telegram," was sent via the State Department cable to the German Ambassador in Washington, who was to forward it to the German Ministry in Mexico City; the note was intercepted by the British and decoded by the Admiralty, its contents sent to the White House. The Mexican government maintained its nervous neutrality. Though diplomatic relations were severed in February the release of the note was not enough to persuade a balky Congress to act on the subject of arming merchant vessels, and after its adjournment Wilson simply made an Executive Order to the same effect. In March, after several American ships had been sunk, the President called a Special Session to consider finally the question of belligerency; by now Congress was in quite a different mood, and Wilson got his war declaration on April 6, 1917. We were officially an Allied Power, and all America had to do was to build itself something it didn't have much of at that date: an Army.unclesam
tcaphe National Defense Act of June 1916 was designed to permit the Regular Army to increase its actual strength to more than double the 1915 total: 11,450 officers and 223,580 men; at the same time the state militias were formally designated the National Guard, requiring for the first time an oath by enlistees to both the state and federal government, and a mandated strength increase to 17,000 officers and 440,000 men; but Army life was no great lure, and at the time of the War declaration the Regulars were at roughly half their intended strength, and the state guardsmen at about a quarter of the intended strength. Tboyscouthe only bright part to this picture was the fact that the Punitive Expedition against Pancho Villa in 1916-17 gave employment to a little over 90,000 soldiers, mostly wool-clad National Guardsmen led by the ambitious Brigadier General John Pershing. In nearly all respects the Army of 1915-17 was poorly prepared to engage in the sort of combat that had been raging in Europe since 1914: a lack of experienced officers at nearly every level of command, a scarcity of trained enlisted men and short supplies of more modern weapons were combined with old, lax Service habits to produce what was an eminently peaceful Army. With the passage of the Conscription Act in March 1917 and the appointment of now-Major General Pershing to lead the planned American Expeditionary Forces to France, the creaking wheels of a moribund War Department started speeding up, at first quietly and then gaining momentum. Meanwhile, thoughtful young men across the country read the newspapers, debated the rumors, and wondered about the notion of conscription and possiblity of soldiering as the nation was put on as much of a war footing as possible: War Loans were being subscribed, Victory Gardens were being planned, popular songwriters were working at a feverish pace, and Americans of German ancestry found themselves suddenly unpopular, especially since there was marked support among their numbers for the German cause, at least initially. In Waco, the partners of the Walk-Over Boot Shop were shrewd enough to see what was coming, and decided to make the best of the situation by all enlisting in the National Guard and handing the store operation over to the junior managers; it was common knowledge that the existing Guard units would soon be absorbed into the Regular Army, and they who came in early had a good chance of better rank and pay and, by extension, less onerous duties to perform.
The look of a newly tailored National Guard enlistee: note the jodhpurs and cavalry boots - Camp Bowie, Texas, October 1917

icapn Claude's case, at least, it was a wise decision: at Camp Bowie, near Fort Worth, he drew initial duty with the 141st Ambulance Company and quickly earned sergeant's stripes and a variety of assignments that involved a great deal of what isgasmaskdrill known as command and control: the noncomissioned officers of the 1917 military had a great deal of pokertentauthority and were expected to order the privates to do all the work, which was what happened. In Claude's case, his skills at commodity handling soon earned him a special place - to quote from a letter written to his Aunt Gertie in November '17, "I am supply and mess sergeant now and it keeps me as busy as a cranberry merchant. I have to buy food and supplies and everything for our 150 men, and make out the menus for every meal etc. what do you think I know about such stuff?" As it turned out, a great deal, at least, about the wholesale end of things.
(left) The sergeant's tent and Poker Palace
(right) The joys of drilling in gas masks and greatcoats in the heat of early Fall in north Texas

ecaparly in 1918, Claude volunteered to join the Sanitary Squad, which lightened his duties no end: from handling the Company mess he joined several other enterprising sergeants in the daily round of seeing that the tent-ropes were tight and the Company streets free of debris, the latrines in order and the infirmary and mess hall clean and operational; these chores occupied them until about 11AM, after which luncheon and an afternoon of poker and relaxation were usually the order of the day, interspersed with drill and target practice. All in all, it was as cushy a billet as a sergeant could wish in peacetime, and gave a man a good feeling about the Army, or at least about the Guard; but change was on its way.

doughboytcaphe first units of the AEF arrived in France in late June of 1917, though largely a token force since the first of the anticipated two million American soldiers were not ready to come over until later in the year, and the First Division needed training by thesnowylines French Army in the niceities of trench warfare, something quite unknown to the men of the AEF; the first Americans to see combat did so on October 21. By that date the War Department's plans to convert the National Guards into Regular units were well underway, and by December the Oklahoma and Texas Guards were merged, and officially became the 36th Division, which was brought up to war strength with the addition of units of regular Army from the two states; when the details of organization and command had been finalized and the formation fitted into the Big Picture, the anticipated moment arrived when all the non-officer recruits of the Guard lost their substantive rank, at least temporarily, though most of the noncoms were expected to get their stripes back in short order.


(left) A visit to Anthony, November 1917
(right) A February 1918 snowfall at Camp Bowie

icapt was at this juncture that now-Private First Class Claude Wakefield was given the chance to volunteer for the Division Sanitary Squad; with pleasant recollections in his mind and no thought about what combat might bring, he came forward to collect his stripes again. At the end of a long, long journey he would learn just how true the old saw about "never volunteering" could be.
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