94 years ago today only moments after 2 companies of 1/5 assaulted Hill 142 (49th and 67th), the remainder of the battalion arrived on the exploding hill top. One of those companies was the 66th Company. The night before the attack was to commence on Hill 142, the 66th and 17th companies were left behind awaiting the French to relieve them before they could move into place for the attack set to occur at 0345. While the battalion stayed in place they were subjected to heavy artillery fire. One of the men of the company, 20 year old Private Stanley Carpenter, an office clerk from Pittsburgh, PA was serving as a runner. He was summoned during the barrage. According to Albert E. Hertzog of Kyle, TX Carpenter was hit by fragments of a shell that exploded nearby. Private Glenn B. Ranney Carpenter was hit in the back by shrapnel just as he started out with the message. We heard him calling out for help. Ranney was with the stretcher team that picked him up and took him to an aid station. Corporal Morris Corrow remembered that Carpenter's mom worked for the Bakewell Co. in Pittsburgh and he used to get more packages than anyone in the company and judging by the box of letters and correpsondence I have I truly believe that this was true. The same shell that exploded near Carpenter killed Sgt. Cleo Davis instantly. According the eyewitness reports this happened very late June 5, 1918 as Davis's official date of death is June 5 although there are numerous discrepencies between muster rolls and records. I go with the records as the most reliable. Nonetheless, Carpenter sometime June 6, 1918 in a field hospital. According to the burial records at the time of his burial he had suffered from broken ribs. He was in a hospital shroud. He died in Field hospital 16 at Juilly at 3:00 AM June 6, 1918. On June 20, 1918 in Pennsylvania, Stanley's mother who wrote constantly to her dear beloved only son recieved the telegram that undoubtedly was her emotional undoing. What followed was an avalanche of correspondence with the Marine Corps as well as Stanley's comrades in the 66th Company who she adopted. When I got this box of letters I was in no way prepared for the overwhelming onslaught of correspondence that is contained. It is evident the Caroline Carpenter kept every correspondence regarding her son and his service. Sadly only a fraction of these letters are from Stanley. It has long been my desire to catalogue these letters and digitize them but the task is daunting. I think I need to complete a few letters a day for about a year. There are well over 400 letters. I have including some of the more poignant reminders of this tremendous story of sorrow for a mother who lost a son who she absolutely worshiped and adored. 94 years later we can still not only remember the sacrifice of a young man's life but the soul-numbing heart break of a mother whose world came apart that day half a world away in a remote rural sector of French farmland.