Article first appeared in The
Hingham Journal, June 2003, Community Newspaper Co.,
Boston Herald as part of its 175th anniversary
edition. Wrote a previous article on Major Edward Ball Cole
in November 2001 and was subsequently asked to follow-up
on both Cole brothers’ war correspondences in this feature
article.
When
World War I was considered "the war to end all wars," poignant
stories of brave men, love of country, and heroic deeds were the buzz of the day.
Each city and town had its fair share of
war stories and so does Hingham. What
more fitting way to celebrate the Journal's 175th Anniversary than to honor
Hingham's brave. While there were
several, two of the most notable were the extraordinary Cole brothers:
one lost his life for his country, while the
other gave his life to his country.
Descendents of these exceptional men, (still living in Hingham, the
South Shore and metro Boston today) have shared their war correspondences with
Andrew Carroll in his “Legacy” project, the book and PBS special, "War
Letters: Extraordinary Correspondence from American Wars" —as well as with
the Hingham Journal.
Raised in a comfortably-Yankee family
in Hingham, Charles and Edward Cole distinguished themselves in France during
World War I. Both graduated from
Ivy League schools and Charles attained the rank of general in the war; while
younger brother Edward had earned the rank of major.
Both men were true-blue patriots, eager to serve their country.
Their letters from France, some handwritten some typed, now yellowed and
fragile with nearly a century of attic habitation, continue to tell a story
that could have been written today.
These men were zealous patriots; as Stepfordian and unenlightened as
“zealous patriotism” may seem to some here and now in 2003, there was an
element of decency and grace and moral fiber in it.
Few men exemplified those virtues like the Cole brothers of
Hingham.
Most of the letters from General Charles Cole that
still exist were sent to his nephew, Master Morton Cole.
Morton Cole grew up and was prominent in
Hingham up until his death several years ago.
Morton’s wife Betty (who is still active in the town) was kind enough to
share her husband’s boyhood letters of 1918-19 from the general with the
Journal:
March 8
My dearest Morton,
I have just finished a letter to Grandma which I wrote
during an aerial bombardment… the big guns began to roar, the machine guns to
rattle, the aeroplanes to “put-put” as you call it, and the searchlights to
seek out “les avions…Have you ever seen a German aeroplane? Do you know how we
tell them from the French? The latter have a red circle
o
printed on each wing, while the Bosch have a
black cross
+
thus. There they go at it again—listen! Can’t you hear their guns?…”
From your Uncle Charles
Brig. Gen. Chas. Cole, 52 Brigade
In another part of France,
Charles’ brother, Edward Cole was heavily engaged in the ongoing combat and his
letters that still exist were sent mainly to his wife, Mary and two little
boys, Charlie and Teddy, who, along with their cousin Morton, were all
waiting-out the war in Hingham:
Jan. 22
Dear Charlie and Teddy
…I rode my new horse today and he is
a beauty and I have named him Prince…and we are going to be great friends…Now
good night, my two big boys, go to Mother when you read this and each give her
a big hug and kiss for ‘Old Dad’
While Major Edward Cole’s letters seem more
heartfelt, sensitive and nurturing, Gen. Charles Cole’s are consistently newsy,
upbeat and stalwart. In a letter to his
nephew Morton, Gen. Cole wrote:
Feb. 1
My dear Morton,
You would like very much to see the work that the soldiers
are doing over here…You know, it is different from what it is in America. The
men go out for drill and work in all kinds of weather, rain, snow, sleet with
water, it makes no difference what, and the mud in this country is something
terrible. Up at the front you have to
strap your rubber boots on over your ankles to keep them from pulling
off…Remember me to everyone at home.
Your loving Uncle,
Charles
Brig. Gen. Chas. H. Cole
52nd Infantry Brigade
American Expeditionary Forces
While Gen. Cole was busy with “upper management” of
the troops, his no-less-busy brother “Ned” (as he called Edward) was also a
going concern. Not only was Edward Ball
Cole an illustrious war hero, he was an expert and author on the “new” machines
guns. He had made a special study of
the guns and was in the front rank. He
published several article and authored a field book for machine gunners. In
early spring of 1918, he wrote his beloved wife Mary:
March 10
Dear Mary:
Today is Sunday and I have just finished taking my bath in a
bucket of hot water. ‘Oh ye with
bathtubs, ye little know your blessings.’
Spring is here, the last two days have been beautiful and the first
violets are in bloom. The peasants everywhere are ploughing and I think the
cold weather has gone for good but while that means comfort, it also means
fighting and we will all too soon be at it hammer and gongs…Now my dear girl, I
shall not attempt to keep anything from you…I expect to be in the middle of the
fighting. You must not worry and
remember, sweetheart, that if the worst should happen, then it is a wonderful
cause, a cause for which better than I have given all they had to give…
With all my love,
Ed
At one point the brothers were
able to visit with each other in France. Those meetings were rare but morale
boosters for them both. They were fond
of each other and clearly respected one another. In what appears to be the only letter that exists, written by
Gen. Cole to his niece (Morton’s sister) Betty, he writes:
June 22
My dear Betty,
Your “young” uncle feels very guilty because he has not
answered your many letters…Vos lettres sont tres interessant, and I can see you
growing into a young woman through them…I have your latest picture on my
mantelpiece alongside of Morton, George, Jr., Charley the second, and Ted
[Edward’s two sons].”
Your loving Uncle Charles
As the war escalated and the fighting became more and more
grueling, Major Edward Cole relied on his faith and his family’s love to see
him through the worst of times. In this, his last communiqué to his wife, he
says:
May 26, 1918
My Dear Mary:
I received three letters from you tonight and one from a
young savage by the name of Teddy. Boys are boys you know, sweetheart…
Let me tell you one thing—this war is going to be a leveler
of many things…and when I look back upon myself I realize…the wisest thing I
ever did was when I married you…
I have a bed to sleep in and it is indeed a luxury, and if
it will ease your mind and the boys’ minds any—no rats…So Ma Cherie, bone
nuit. Love to those two young scalliwags.
A whole ocean of love for my little wife,
Ed
In probing Gen. Cole’s letters,
juxtaposed his brother’s, he seems to be less affected by the horrors of the
war—or so it seemed. Perhaps he wasn’t as much in the vortex of the fighting as
Edward was, but rather directing the battles. Edward, on the other hand,
had the lionshare of the ghastly action. Nonetheless, Gen. Charles Cole, in a letter
to his nephew Morton talks about the after-effects of perhaps the bloodiest
battle of World War I:
3 February
My dear Morton:
We had some pretty hard fighting in the country north of
Verdun. It was a very barren desolate place covered with debris, many graves
and a great many dead bodies and skeletons lying around. We lost a great many
men while in this sector. We attacked and attacked the Boche [the Germans] but
could not gain very much ground until about the 8th of November when
the Boche commenced to retreat…
Give my love to the family.
From Uncle Charles
Brig.Gen.Chas.H.Cole
52nd Infantry Brigade
AMEXFORCES--A.P.O. No. 709
A college companion of the major (Edward Cole), DeWolfe Howe
highlights “Ned’s” final exploits:
“On June 10, 1918, an infantry attack supported by machine
guns had been ordered to clear the [Belleau Woods] woods of the enemy and
machine gun nests…Major Cole led [his men] to follow him and led them in a
flank attack…It was then too late for the enemy to turn their machine guns on
so they resorted to hand grenades.
“Ned…grabbed it [the grenade] up in his hand to throw back
before it exploded to save his own men from the danger…but it went off while
his hand was raised…Ned, left alone, started to crawl back under rifle fire…
“When Gen. Cole came to visit him, [at the field hospital]
all the Major wanted from his brother was to bring oranges and champagne to the
other wounded men whom he believed were worse-off than he. Yet, he was visibly
pleased with the flowers Gen. Cole brought him. [Edward] pressed them to his
face saying, ‘I have been thinking of flowers all day and now I have them.’”
It was to Gen. Cole that the abhorrent task fell of
notifying his brother’s wife and two boys that Ned had been gravely
wounded. He sent a cable explaining the
events that had occurred in information he had learned from his semi-conscious
brother and the medical staff:
June 13, 1918
My dear Mary:
I know of course how anxious you must be to hear from
Ned. He was leading, on the morning of June 10, a gallant attack on a German
machine gun position…he was wounded by the explosion of a hand grenade thrown
by the Germans. The fragments went through both arms, both legs and in his
face…Tell Charlie and Teddy there is no braver man in the American Army than
their daddy…
“Now Mary, be a brave soldier’s wife. Your husband is one of the heroes of this
war…”
Sincerely,
Charles
On June 18, 1918, Major Edward Ball Cole — after whom the
Cole - American Legion Post in Hingham is named — expired from his wounds.
He is buried in the American Belleau Wood
Cemetery in France. He was one of the most decorated heroes of World War I.
Towards the
end of the war, General Cole writes in a letter to his nephew Morton and niece
Betty:
“…I went down to the front lines in Belleau Woods and saw
the place where your Uncle Ed was mortally wounded…”
“Now Mary, be a brave soldier’s wife. Your husband is one of the heroes of this
war…”
On a brighter note he continued:
…But it seems almost too good to be true that we are
going home…How glad I shall be to see you all… I expect Morton to meet me at
the dock on horseback…I am sending some souvenirs to you with this letter…Did
you all get the German helmets I sent you?…Give my love to all the family. I
hope to see you before Patriot’s Day.”
Your loving uncle,
Charles
Brig. Gen. Chas. H. Cole
52nd Infantry Brigade
No one touched by war can fully
know again the innocence and gentleness of life prior to it; but how one deals
with and heals the damage seems to offer the only cold comfort to war-weary
souls. Major Edward Ball Cole may have
died in war but his brother, Gen. Charles Cole went on to further serve his
country in civilian life. Still referred
to as “the General,” Charles Cole’s public service included such posts and titles
as Adjutant General of Massachusetts, Fire Commissioner, and Police
Commissioner. In 1921 he was elected
Commander of the Department of the American Legion; and in 1928, he defeated
John Cummings for the Democratic nomination for governor. So popular was “the
General” that Republican ex-servicemen had “party bolted” by wholeheartedly
supporting him. Their anthem was, “Republican servicemen digging for Cole.”
In this respect, Charles Cole
healed his own hallowed war wounds,
carried on his life without his brother, and maintained his dignity with
“zealous patriotism” up until his death in 1962. Both brothers served their
country—and their beloved Hingham—well.
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