- J. Hunter Wickersham
Infobox Military Person
name=John Hunter Wickersham
caption=Medal of Honor recipient
born= 1890
died= September 12, death year and age|1918|1890
placeofbirth=New York City
placeofdeath= near Limey,France
placeofburial= St. Mihiel American Cemetery,Thiaucourt , France
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allegiance=United States of America
branch=United States Army
serviceyears=
rank=Second Lieutenant
unit=353rd Infantry Regiment, 89th Division
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battles=World War I *Battle of Saint-Mihiel
awards=Medal of Honor Croce di Guerra (Italy )
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laterwork=John Hunter Wickersham (1890 – September 12, 1918) was a
United States Army officer and a recipient of the United States military's highest decoration—theMedal of Honor —for his actions inWorld War I .Biography
Wickersham was born in
New York City cite web |publisher=U.S. Army Center of Military History |title=Medal of Honor Recipients - World War I |work=Medal of Honor Citations |date=July 16, 2007 |url=http://www.history.army.mil/html/moh/worldwari.html |accessdate=2008-07-15 ] to Mary E. Damon.cite book |last=Howard |first=John Raymond (ed.) |title=Poems of Heroism in American Life |publisher=Thomas Y. Crowell Co. |year=1922 |page=p. 317 |url=http://books.google.com/books?id=f9dIAAAAIAAJ] He joined the Army fromDenver, Colorado , and by September 11, 1918 was serving as a second lieutenant in the 353rd Infantry Regiment, 89th Division inFrance . On that day, as his unit prepared to take part in an offensive which would become theBattle of Saint-Mihiel , Wickersham wrote one last letter home to his mother in Denver. The letter contained a poem, "The Raindrops on Your Old Tin Hat", which was later published.The next day, on September 12, Wickersham was severely wounded near Limey, France, but continued to lead his
platoon in its advance until collapsing and succumbing to his injuries. For these actions, he was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor in 1919.Second Lieutenant Wickersham's official Medal of Honor citation reads:
Advancing with his platoon during the St. Mihiel offensive, he was severely wounded in 4 places by the bursting of a high-explosive shell. Before receiving any aid for himself he dressed the wounds of his
orderly , who was wounded at the same time. He then ordered and accompanied the further advance of his platoon, although weakened by the loss of blood. His right hand and arm being disabled by wounds, he continued to fire hisrevolver with his left hand until, exhausted by loss of blood, he fell and died from his wounds before aid could be administered.Wickersham, aged 27 or 28 at his death, was buried at the St. Mihiel American Cemetery in
Thiaucourt , France. [cite web |publisher=Find a Grave |title=John Hunter Wickersham (1890 - 1918) grave |date=June 19, 2005 |url=http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=11200579 |accessdate=2008-07-15] A marker in his memory was placed at Fairmount Cemetery in Denver, Colorado. [cite web |publisher=Find a Grave |title=John Hunter Wickersham (1890 - 1918) memorial |date=June 18, 2005 |url=http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=11197564 |accessdate=2008-07-15]The poem he wrote to his mother the day before he died reads as follows:cquote
The mist hangs low and quiet on a ragged line of hills, There's a whispering of wind across the flat, You'd be feeling kind of lonesome if it wasn't for one thing— The patter of the raindrops on your old tin hat. An' you can't help a-figuring—sitting there alone— About this war and hero stuff and that, And you wonder if they haven't sort of got things twisted up, While the rain keeps up its patter on your old tin hat. When you step off with the outfit to do your little bit You're simply doing what you're s'posed to do— And you don't take time to figure what you gain or lose— It's the spirit of the game that brings you through. But back at home she's waiting, writing cheerful little notes, And every night she offers up a prayer And just keeps on a-hoping that her soldier boy is safe— The Mother of the boy who's over there. And, fellows, she's the hero of this great, big ugly war, And her prayer is on the wind across the flat, And don't you reckon maybe it's her tears, and not the rain, That's keeping up the patter on your old tin hat?
20px|20px|"The Raindrops on Your Old Tin Hat" by J. Hunter Wickershamee also
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