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Sgt Frank L. Carbaugh

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Sgt Frank L. Carbaugh

Birth
Death
1918 (aged 21–22)
Burial
Greencastle, Franklin County, Pennsylvania, USA
Memorial ID
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Sergeant loses his last fight
Soldier wins admiration of comrades through cheerfulness in hospital.
He was game til the end.
Four operations were too much for strength of non-com. who was wounded in action at Chateau-Thierry.

An American Hospital in France.
"No, they're not going to bring the sergeant back to the ward, boys."
These were exactly the words the nurse used. But the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes said more.
The little group in the ward which had been playing cards on one of the beds to forget the tension they felt while the sergeant's operation was taking place, stopped suddenly, all attention, all hungering for good news.
"You don't mean the sergeant's gone, do you? exclaimed one.
"Yes, boys, the sergeant's gone. Four operations were just too much for his strength. He never regained consciousness."

The little group of patients and the nurse were silent.
The chap with one leg gone had half a deck of cards in his hands. Dazed, he relaxed, and the cards fell to the floor, scattering over half the ward. The chap with one leg gone never noticed them.
"Gee, the sergeants gone." he said huskily, "he sure was a game boy." "He was the best fellow I ever knew," said another, "and the cheerfullest, too. I've seen them dressing his leg time and again, and gosh! but it hurt. But did the sergeant ever say anything? Not the sergeant-he never batted an eye."

"Just to think" mused a third, "it wasn't half an hour ago when we saw him go out. I shouted, "Good luck, Sarge," when the stretcher was carried through the door, and he smiled and said: "Thanks, I'll be back in a few minutes with you."
The sergeant was Frank Carbaugh of Greencastle, Pa., a member of the Seventh Machine-Gun Sanitary detachment. No mother ever reared a braver boy.
The sergeant, who was a mathematics teacher before the war, was wounded when his outfit was rushed into action near Chateau Thierry. None of his bunkies knew just how, because, as one of them explained, "the sergeant wasn't the kind of a fellow who'd talk of himself. You can bet he was wounded doing something for somebody, though."
They did know that the sergeant lay out in the open a long time after he was wounded. Medical records show that, his left leg was badly slashed, and they operated at the first hospital he reached. But gangrene had set in, and four operations had followed in an effort to save him. They have had lots of brave patients that doctors and nurses and patients admired alike in that hospital, but never one just like the sergeant, who said little, was always joking and cheerful, and never had a complaint. The rest of the boys in the ward would do anything in the world for "the sarge."
The little group sitting on the cots, with the nurse, had been talking of the sergeant for a long time when one of the boys said: "You ought to write to his mother, Miss Cutter. The sarge thought the world of his mother." " I'm going to," replied the nurse. "You boys write out what you think of the sergeant, and I'll send that,too."

The boys did, and here are a few lines from them:
Private Elmer Hyland wrote,"I was with him as soon as he came from the operation and I cried when he went. He was a great boy-a clean fellow through and through.I wish my foot was so I could walk with him to the cemetery."

Wagoner John Trask wrote: "Our sergeant is gone. Why, I loved that fellow like my own brothers. I've seen other fellows go but I never felt like this."

Sergeant Vincent Sauer wrote: "I never felt worse since I came in the night. He was game to the last;always cheerful and when I called 'Good luck to you,' he answered: "Thanks I'll be O.K. soon." We always had fun around his bed; he was so cheerful. He was one of the finest fellows I ever knew."

Arthur Stein, who knew the sergeant better than the rest, the boys say, because he and the sarge liked to dabble in poetry. wrote a poem to send the sergeant's mother.

They buried the sergeant in the little American graveyard in a pretty Lorraine valley, with an American flag over the coffin, as 18 soldiers fired three shots over the grave and the bugler gave 'taps.' Then some of the boys whose injuries permitted their attending the funeral gathered flowers in the valley and the nurses placed them on the grave with red, white and blue ribbons around them.

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Sergeant loses his last fight
Soldier wins admiration of comrades through cheerfulness in hospital.
He was game til the end.
Four operations were too much for strength of non-com. who was wounded in action at Chateau-Thierry.

An American Hospital in France.
"No, they're not going to bring the sergeant back to the ward, boys."
These were exactly the words the nurse used. But the tone of her voice and the look in her eyes said more.
The little group in the ward which had been playing cards on one of the beds to forget the tension they felt while the sergeant's operation was taking place, stopped suddenly, all attention, all hungering for good news.
"You don't mean the sergeant's gone, do you? exclaimed one.
"Yes, boys, the sergeant's gone. Four operations were just too much for his strength. He never regained consciousness."

The little group of patients and the nurse were silent.
The chap with one leg gone had half a deck of cards in his hands. Dazed, he relaxed, and the cards fell to the floor, scattering over half the ward. The chap with one leg gone never noticed them.
"Gee, the sergeants gone." he said huskily, "he sure was a game boy." "He was the best fellow I ever knew," said another, "and the cheerfullest, too. I've seen them dressing his leg time and again, and gosh! but it hurt. But did the sergeant ever say anything? Not the sergeant-he never batted an eye."

"Just to think" mused a third, "it wasn't half an hour ago when we saw him go out. I shouted, "Good luck, Sarge," when the stretcher was carried through the door, and he smiled and said: "Thanks, I'll be back in a few minutes with you."
The sergeant was Frank Carbaugh of Greencastle, Pa., a member of the Seventh Machine-Gun Sanitary detachment. No mother ever reared a braver boy.
The sergeant, who was a mathematics teacher before the war, was wounded when his outfit was rushed into action near Chateau Thierry. None of his bunkies knew just how, because, as one of them explained, "the sergeant wasn't the kind of a fellow who'd talk of himself. You can bet he was wounded doing something for somebody, though."
They did know that the sergeant lay out in the open a long time after he was wounded. Medical records show that, his left leg was badly slashed, and they operated at the first hospital he reached. But gangrene had set in, and four operations had followed in an effort to save him. They have had lots of brave patients that doctors and nurses and patients admired alike in that hospital, but never one just like the sergeant, who said little, was always joking and cheerful, and never had a complaint. The rest of the boys in the ward would do anything in the world for "the sarge."
The little group sitting on the cots, with the nurse, had been talking of the sergeant for a long time when one of the boys said: "You ought to write to his mother, Miss Cutter. The sarge thought the world of his mother." " I'm going to," replied the nurse. "You boys write out what you think of the sergeant, and I'll send that,too."

The boys did, and here are a few lines from them:
Private Elmer Hyland wrote,"I was with him as soon as he came from the operation and I cried when he went. He was a great boy-a clean fellow through and through.I wish my foot was so I could walk with him to the cemetery."

Wagoner John Trask wrote: "Our sergeant is gone. Why, I loved that fellow like my own brothers. I've seen other fellows go but I never felt like this."

Sergeant Vincent Sauer wrote: "I never felt worse since I came in the night. He was game to the last;always cheerful and when I called 'Good luck to you,' he answered: "Thanks I'll be O.K. soon." We always had fun around his bed; he was so cheerful. He was one of the finest fellows I ever knew."

Arthur Stein, who knew the sergeant better than the rest, the boys say, because he and the sarge liked to dabble in poetry. wrote a poem to send the sergeant's mother.

They buried the sergeant in the little American graveyard in a pretty Lorraine valley, with an American flag over the coffin, as 18 soldiers fired three shots over the grave and the bugler gave 'taps.' Then some of the boys whose injuries permitted their attending the funeral gathered flowers in the valley and the nurses placed them on the grave with red, white and blue ribbons around them.

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  • Created by: Oz
  • Added: 6 May 2008
  • Find a Grave Memorial ID: 26642738
  • Find a Grave, database and images (https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/26642738/frank-l-carbaugh: accessed ), memorial page for Sgt Frank L. Carbaugh (1896–1918), Find a Grave Memorial ID 26642738, citing Cedar Hill Cemetery, Greencastle, Franklin County, Pennsylvania, USA; Maintained by Oz (contributor 46520830) .