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| | 1ST CL. PVT. JOHN J. HEENAN
Serial No. 2,983,329
345 Concord Ave., Detroit, Mich.
Ol’ Jack was inducted .June 25, 1918.
He was tall, muscular and a typical son of Erin, having their genial and original wit.
At the front he was driver of one of the guns and shared the perils of movement into position at Tautecourt.
He would entertain the boys with stories, original and characteristic, of his experience with lumberjacks in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Evidently he was a keen observer of men and things by nature, with a rich sense of humor, which found expression in a rare gift of telling stories of happenings as he saw them.
On one occasion he asked Lieut. Hazelwood, “I wonder if a fellow will have any jedg’ment when he gets out o’ this army?” The Lieutenant asked, ‘‘Why?’’ “Well, you’re not allowed to use any in it.”
When we were being deloused at Les Forges lie said, ‘‘Boys, the’re going to give us another shot in the arm,’’ ‘‘What for, Jack?’’ “Well, you see, it’s this way, they’re going to muster us out in a couple of weeks and they want to put a kind of bug into ye that will just naturally make you want to come back into it.”
He was a character that radiated humor and geniality under even the most trying circumstances, a lover of justice and as fine a man as anyone would wish to meet in any walk of life.
Ol’ Jack Heenan Defines a Corporal
One grade above a first class private. He looks up to the sergeants, the sergeants look up to the lieutenants, the lieutenants look up to the captains and so on ad infinitum. The “acting” buck private looks down on the whole outfit.
REMEMBER THIS?
The Battery was lined up to fight a fire at the Re-Mount Station, which caused the loss of hundreds of tons of hay and oats.
AND THIS?
An order was issued that no one could obtain a pass unless he wore a white collar which showed above his blouse. A Sergeant must inspect each man before pass was given.
A MULE’S EPITAPH
An army mule at one of the cantonments “went west.” The private who had charge of the last rites had to fill out the regulation form, and came across the suggestion, “Disposition of Carcass.”
After a moment’s thought Sammie wrote on the blank line:
‘‘Mean and deceitful.’’ Dallas Holland’s Magazine.
Peace rules the day where reason rules the mind.—Collins.
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