"August 4, 1918: Boy, these cooties are great; I don't think that they ever sleep, or if they do, they sure do leave a large detail awake to keep us busy." (Memoir, page 69)
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[undated] | World War I, 1914-1920
Army
102nd Engineer Train
France; Belgium
Saddler
Albany, NY
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An enlistee, John J. Brennan joined the Army anticipating a grand adventure. Instead, during his time in combat in France and Belgium, he endured endless mud and rain, shellings, and mustard gas attacks, as well as the inescapable body lice known as "cooties." His memoir reflects the stoicism and dry wit that he maintained throughout his time on the battlefield. As well, he discusses his work as a saddler; unlike most World War I soldiers, he experienced the war from atop a horse.
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