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107th Supply Train, Co. F

1st LIEUTENANTS
Frederick Braem

SERGEANTS
Columbus J. Vannedom
Vernon Kelly
Hallie Dumas

IOWA

PRIVATE 1/C
William D. Lawrence

MICHIGAN

PRIVATE
Henry Brondyke

MINNESOTA

PRIVATE 1/C
Charles W. Meyenberg

PRIVATE
Edward Dillon

TEXAS

PRIVATE
Ernest R. Bridges 

WISCONSIN

CORPORALS
Ellery James Patterson
Henry A. Oksnee
William G. Weber
Martin J. DeBoer
Arthur L. Hanson
Tracey S. Green
John A. Hellekson
Ray Anderson
Maxwell Collins
Arthur E. Bidney
Gordon P. Herreid

PRIVATE 1/C
Edward T. Potter
Melvin A. Arneson
Jacob W. Kramer
Oscar L. Jahr

PRIVATE
Olin R. Thompson
Lee Melvin Mathson
Earl J. Herreid
Ray C. Marsh
Arthur Miller
Edward Dillon
Nathan F. Carhart
Clarence D. Jacquish
Francis F. Firnstahl
August W. Cierzan
Newell W. Craig 

My father, EDWARD T. POTTER, was a Tuscania survivor, he joined the National Guard and was in the Wisconsin contingent, 107th Engineers, Co. F. A few years ago I took a C.I.E. tour of Ireland, the driver stopped at the point where the Tuscania sunk. My Uncle Lt. Robert Potter, was on a nearby ship and commented to Irving S. Cobb "I think my Brother is on the Tuscania." Article in a Saturday Evening Post.

Betty J. Thompson
tbjtonto{at}aol.com
Feb. 7, 2009


My grandfather Olin R. Thompson told me his story about the Tuscania. When they were brought to England after the torpedoing, his unit was set up in a Quonset hut or something like that. He remembered corrugated steel for the walls. Any rate, he and three unit members got drunk and decided to play a trick on the others. They got sticks and ran the sticks and banged on the sills with them while running and shouting. The men thought they were being torpedoed again and they bailed out of the building, 3 through the door and 2-3 at a time through the windows. The Sgt. was one of the first to assess the situation and called roll. Grandfather and his partners in crime were absent from the roll, having retired to a quiet corner to watch the chaos. He said they had a interesting time doing 'chores' as he put it for the next two weeks, once they caught the four of them. I suppose that it was not the wisest way of letting off stress, but he sure made it sound hilarious when he told me about it.

My grandfather served as a stretcher-bearer, and during a skirmish at the front somewhere, he was struck and ran over by an ambulance while running back to the front for another wounded soldier. That seemed almost humorously ironic.

Lloyd Thorndyke
flitterwompus{at}sbcglobal.net
Sept. 29, 2006