Charles W. “Go To Hell!” Whittlesey: The Commanding Officer of the “Lost Battalion”

Writer’s Note: Among the Medal of Honor recipients I’ve researched so far, while all were grim and tragic, reading through the account of Charles W. Whittlesey tore my heart apart.

Despite the odds of making his mission a success, this Medal of Honor recipient led his men into the Argonne Forest and did his best to save as many of his men as possible in a war where casualties were routinely horrific. But that was a rather difficult feat as the flank unit that was supposed to support them failed, allowing the Germans to surround his battalion. No resources, no proper communication, tons of wounded, plus a devastating friendly fire – the 308th Battalion Commander had lost his men right before his eyes. Couple that with the never-ending publicity upon his return, and it was only a matter of time before his demons finally caught up and took over him.

A Brilliant Lawyer By Profession

Charles White Whittlesey, the eldest of four children, was born in Florence, Wisconsin, in the winter of 1884 into a middle-class family. At age ten, his family moved to Pittsfield, Massachusetts, where he’d spend the rest of his childhood and attend school. He was a brilliant young man and was active in student leadership throughout his attendance at Williams College. Whittlesey gained popularity among his peers, earning the nickname “Count” for his aristocratic manner. During these years, he already exhibited exemplary leadership characteristics—a skill that would serve him and his men greatly later in combat. He would go on and earn a law degree at Harvard Law School in 1908 and was set to establish his own firm in partnership with a Williams classmate when America entered World War I in April 1917. A month later, Whittlesey enlisted in the U.S. Army, initially serving as a captain in the 308th Infantry, 77th Division, and was shipped to France.

Something to know about the 77th Division was that Soldiers were mainly from New York City and spoke over 40 languages. Yet, despite the language and cultural barrier, men in the “Metropolitan Division” shared one common denominator: to serve the United States and return home safely, which was more than enough for them to understand and form a brotherhood.

Four months into his deployment, Whittlesey was promoted to major and placed in command of the 1st Battalion of the 308th. Over a year later, he and Captain George McMurtry, commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 307th Infantry, were ordered to lead their men into the Argonne Forest as part of a massive coordinated offensive. Both commanders expressed that the task was impossible to execute as 1) the two had under-strength battalions, and 2) the dense forest had been heavily guarded by the Germans for nearly four years, giving the enemy troops a terrain advantage and years to prepare defensive positions. Regardless of their concerns, the regimental commander insisted on advancing, confident that the attack would be successful.

Whittlesey’s unit was a mixed bag comprising men of all three battalions of the 308th Infantry, some men of the 3rd Battalion/307th Infantry, remnants of Companies C and D of the 306th Machine Gun Battalion, three doughboys from Battery D of the 1st Battalion/305th Field Artillery Regiment, and a couple of stragglers from the 2nd Battalion/302nd Ammunition Train. In a time when a battalion totaled about 1200 men, the force commanded by Major Whittlesey was just about 700 men.

It was reported then that Whittlesey responded to the order, saying, “All right, I’ll attack, but whether you’ll hear from me again, I don’t know,” then left to prepare his men for the seemingly impossible assault.

Deep Into The Argonne Forest

On October 2, 1918, nearly 700 men charged out of their trenches and into the narrow, muddy Charlevaux Ravine. After taking out and passing through the initially German lines, Whittlesey and McMurtry led their men deep into the Argonne Forest and reached their objective. That they managed to break through was impressive enough, but this was only the beginning of the bloodiest, most traumatic five days of their lives.

The flanking units of the 1st and 2nd Battalions expected to support their siege never came, trapping them in their position surrounded by German units. If that wasn’t bad enough, their resources were depleting fast, including ammunition, food, and medical supplies. In addition, radio communication became useless as the signal was weak inside the thick forest. Not to mention that messenger runners would end up getting killed or captured as prisoners of war. Hence, the Battalion relied solely on carrier pigeons.

Killed in action, captured as prisoners, and weakened by wounds and diseases, Whittlesey, who took on the leadership as the senior officer present, saw the passing of his men before his eyes. By now, they were already dubbed the “lost battalion,” by newspapers back home, though they weren’t actually lost but rather firmly securing a vital position somewhere in the dense woods without supplies. As the men of the battalion would also say after the war, the Germans knew where they were the entire time. Adding insult to injury, friendly artillery fire(press accounts blamed it on the french but it was a US battery) had killed another set of men when pilots scouting to find the lost Battalion mistook them for enemies. So Whittlesey sent a hasty message using the last of the eight carrier pigeons back to base, asking them to cease fire.

“We are along the road parallel 276.4. Our artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us. For heaven’s sake stop it.”

Whittlesey, Major 308

The pigeon who made the delivery was “Cher Ami.” Despite getting shot by the Germans, the pigeon made it back to base and legend has it stopped the firing. Still, the 90-minute barrage had wreaked carnage. 30 men were killed and 80 wounded.

The story of the heroic pigeon who had lost an eye, and a foot, and had a hole in one of its wings is not exactly true. The commander and intelligence officer of the 308th Infantry were in their command post when an observer came in to report on the fall of their shells. Several artillery units were tasked with laying a protective barrage around Whittlesey’s men to hold off German infantry assaults on their positions.  Neither the commander of the 308th nor his intelligence officer was aware of the fire mission to protect their men and asked the observer to show where the rounds were falling. As the observer pointed to the places on the map where the artillery barrage was being laid, the 308th CO saw that their rounds were falling on a line of the northern slope of the Charlevaux Ravine to protect the Lost Battalion’s positions believed to be on the southern slope.  They had it wrong.  Whittlesey’s men were in fact on the northern slope and the rounds were falling right on top of them. The Colonel knew very precisely his battalion’s position on the northern slope and immediately lunged for a field telephone to order the barrage to be lifted. All this occurred as brave Cher Ami was arriving back at HQ with her message. Given the wartime press censorship in place at the time, there is no way a US newspaper story was going to run with the actual facts that an American artillery battalion had mismarked the position and killed Whittelsey’s men, so some half-truths were told, French guns were responsible and a valorous pigeon had saved the day.

On the fifth day, a captured American prisoner of war was sent back to the lost Battalion to deliver a message from the German commanding officer, asking them to surrender. This soldier had been one of a group of nine starving men who left their position on the left flank to try and retrieve a package that had been dropped by air to them but had fallen on German lines instead(as they all did). They did not find the package but instead ran into a German machine gun position which cut down three of them instantly and wounded the other six who were taken prisoner.  One of the survivors, wounded above the knee was sent back with a letter from the German commander for Whittlesey.

The letter read,(we have left misspellings intact)

Sir
The Bearer of the present, has been taken prisoner by us on October (the date was left blank)
He refused to the German Intelligence Officer every answer to his questiones and is quite an honourable fellow, doing honour to his fatherland in the strictest sense of the word.
He has been charged against his will, believing in doing wrong to his country, in carrying forward this present letter to the Officer in charge of the 2nd Batl.J.R.308 of the 77th Div. with the purpose to recommend this Commander to surrender with his forces as it would be quite useless to resist any more in view of the present conditions.

The suffering of your wounded man can be heared over here in the German lines and we are appealing to your human sentiments.
A withe Flag shown by one of your man will tell us that you agree with these conditions.

Please treat the (released prisoner) as an honorable man. He is quite a soldier we envy you.

From this, another legend grew, that Whittlesey read the letter crumpled it in his hands, and yelled toward the German lines

“GO TO HELL!”

The press back in the states probably made the whole thing up and stuck the young Major with the nickname “Go To Hell Whittlesey” in stories about the battle which he greatly resented for the rest of his life. Eyewitness reports and memoirs written after the battle make no mention of him saying this. What he did do was chew out the private for leaving his position, and order that nothing white was to be visible along his lines. There would be no surrender and remained confident that American forces would not abandon him and his men. He ordered his men to prepare for another German assault.

That night, reinforcements finally came after concerted attacks by American infantry to drive the Germans back were successful. Out of the original 694 Soldiers of the battalion Whittlesey took into the fight, only 194 walked out of the ravine unscathed.

The Great War ended five weeks later, and Whittlesey was immediately promoted to Lt. Col. for his steadfast leadership. He was also among the seven men who received the prestigious Medal of Honor alongside Captain McMurtry (promoted to Major) and others during the Meuse-Argonne offensive—a record-holder of the most Medal of Honor recipients in a single five-day event that would not be matched until U.S. Army Air Forces raid on the Ploesti oil fields in Romania in 1943.

Below is the Official citation of Whittlesey during his Medal of Honor awarding ceremony:

“Although cut off for five days from the remainder of his division, Maj. Whittlesey maintained his position, which he had reached under orders received for an advance, and held his command, consisting originally of 46 officers and men of the 308th Infantry and of Company K, of the 307th Infantry, together in the face of superior numbers of the enemy during the five days. Maj. Whittlesey and his command were cut off, and no rations or other supplies reached him, in spite of determined efforts which were made by his division. On the fourth day Maj. Whittlesey received from the enemy a written proposition to surrender, which he treated with contempt, although he was at the time out of rations and had suffered a loss of about 50 percent in killed and wounded of his command and was surrounded by the enemy.”

Forever Lost…at Sea

After the war, Whittlesey returned to his old life as a lawyer and later worked with the Red Cross. He was in very high demand as a public speaker, But even as he was hailed by the military as a hero, who desperately defended a critical position, the press which had elevated him to near-mythic proportions suddenly turned against him.  In the press, he was heavily criticized for his decision not to surrender, which resulted in more than 70 percent of his Battalion being killed or wounded. Couple that with endless public events and requests—heck, Whittlesey even participated in a re-enactment of the five-day siege that was released a year after the scarring incident—prevented him from moving forward. He couldn’t correctly process the trauma, and the stress was building up inside him. Whittlesey was responsible for those hundred souls who died in action because of a failed, uncoordinated siege. He could only hold on for so long.

On November 11, 1921, over three years since that fateful attack, Whittlesey participated in the burial of the first Unknown Soldier. Two weeks later, he boarded the British steamship SS Toloa en route to Havana, Cuba. To others aboard the ship he seemed perfectly normal.  Even the Captain of Toloa, who dined with him at his table and chatted with him, said the hero was in a festive mood with no signs he was up to something that night. He even moved to the smoking salon, where he’d caught up with another friend and chatted “for more than two hours on a wide range of subjects.”

Shortly after midnight, Whittlesey would rise and announce that he was retiring to his stateroom to bed… never to be seen again. The only thing they found in his room were letters addressed to his family and close friends and an instruction to the Captain to dispose of his belongings.

Whittlesey, the man who led and fought beside his men while “lost” in the Argonne Forest, was forever lost at sea.