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Great War Sniper by Mark Freburg

America was late in entering the Great War, not getting any troops “over there” until June 1917, and not any real numbers until October of 1917.  Yet by May of 1918 there were over a million American troops in France, at least 500,000 on the front lines.  While it had taken the French and British a long time to get up to snuff in the sniping game–something the Germans had been prepared for from the very beginning, the Americans took advantage of their Allies’ experience and fielded snipers right away.

The downside was that they had delayed and delayed on getting proper sniping rifles into the field.  (In point of fact, the final American solution was a Winchester A5 mounted on an M1903, but the final rifle wasn’t even approved until two months or so after the Armistice.)

The upside with the Americans was that many soldiers were highly experienced riflemen.  I should interject here that, unlike the modern belief that all Americans of the time could shoot, that simply wasn’t the case.  Read writings of the time and you’ll find authors of the day bemoaning the fact that riflemen simply were  no longer to be commonly found among young men of that day.  A good example of this can be found in Townsend Whelen’s The American Rifle, written and published in 1917.*  Yet there were some fine rifle shots among the men from many of the rural states, where city life had not spoiled riflry as a natural art to be learned by young men coming of age in the new 20th Century.

A splendid example of such men was of course Alvin York of Tennessee, but let me tell you about another young soldier named Herman Davis of Arkansas.  Davis was not a sniper by training or assignment, and darn near missed the war altogether.  At age thirty, the Army initially rejected Davis for service because he was considered too old, and because he was only 5’3″ tall, but eventually was able to convince the authorities to let him join up.  It turned out to be good for the Army as Davis was a good soldier.

Davis’ claim to fame came while he was in the line and serving as a regular infantryman.  A German machinegun nest was particularly troublesome.  Davis asked his fellow soldiers why no one was doing anything about the gun.  He was told that the gun was 1000 yards distant, far to distant to deal with.  Davis replied “That’s jest a good shooting’ distance.”  Taking aim, he proceeded to shoot four German gunners with his rifle.  Davis’ amazing shooting skills earned him a permanent position as company scout/sniper, and he began a solo campaign  to eliminate all the Germans he came across.

It isn’t known all what Davis accomplished after that as he worked mostly solo and most his record was never recorded, much like many Americans in that long ago war, but a few incidents he mentioned privately to friends after the war were quite remarkable.  In one advance Davis moved through the lines to within fifty yards of the German lines and managed to shoot eleven Germans as they came out of their dugout to man their machine guns.

In another battle at Verdun, Davis’ company came under heavy fire.  Davis crawled into No Man’s Land until he could find a point where he was able to find a firing position overlooking the Germans, then carefully shot every member of the German gun crew.   Unlike the majority of Davis’ shooting feats, this one was witnessed by an American officer, and Davis was subsequently awarded the Distinguished Service Cross.  Later during that same advance Davis managed to shoot another 26 Germans, mostly machine gunners.

It seems machine gunners were a favorite target of this soldier.  Over the course of his career he managed to also pick up the Medaille Militaire and Croix de Guerre with the Palm Leaf and Silver Star, so Herman Davis ended up being well rewarded for his work as a sniper in the Great War–yet few have ever heard his story, however short.  It is one well worth telling.

* It is dead common to hear modern gun people talk about young male citizens of the WWI era as all fine shooters, but I’ve read multiple books written during that era and am convinced that this belief is pure and unadulterated horse puckey.

Sources: Sniping in The Great War, Martin Fegler; The Armerican Rifle, Townsend Whelen; various articles for background found in Wikipedia.

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Riflemen On The Front Lines by BILL SHADEL

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From The June 1944 Issue Of American Rifleman

In peacetime, when we talk of rifle shooting and rifle training and rifle competition, the general public thinks it’s just the hobby of a few—a small-time sport. Even in wartime, it takes time and battle experience to get down to the fundamentals. But now, just as in World War I, we’re learning that riflemen count, and that too much emphasis cannot be placed on their training. For battle riflemen aren’t made in a day, nor even in a few weeks on the range.

Here are some stories you haven’t seen in your daily papers—because these men are not heroes; they’re just good all-around riflemen:

On Mt. Castellone, one day in February, a two-hour Boche barrage heralded an attack by two German battalions on a ridge held by one platoon of one company of one battalion of the 36th Division. Two platoons were sent up to help meet that attack—less than a company, riflemen, with a few ’03 grenade launchers and a supply of grenades for close quarters—against two well-armed German battalions.

Platoon Sergeant H.C. Pruett, of Brownwood, Texas, was in charge of one of those two supporting platoons. The first platoon was already engaged when Pruett arrived. The Jerries had some four hundred yards to cover. Pruett threw his men into the fight as riflemen, in the prone or kneeling position according to each man’s locations. As riflemen, they started picking off Germans. The Boche were coming on in groups of three or four, running, ducking, hitting cover, rising to charge again. Pruett himself knocked down seven out of five different groups, getting one and sometimes two as each group made its short rush forward.

“The guys all around me were doing the same,” Pruett says. “We made ‘em pay for that yardage! But a few finally got up to within about fifty yards of us and we started heavin’ hand grenades.” That was a hot spot for Pruett and he was thankful the ‘03s would still work, for their rifle grenades were effective. “Must have had too much oil on the M1s,” he suggested. But he had some very definite opinions about marksmanship! “It pays off,” he said. “Every man ought to know his rifle, and how to shoot it. Hunting, back home, helped me. I’ve heard a lot of fellows say the same.”

Sergeant J.B. Johnson of Gustine, Texas, put the whole story of marksmanship in a few words when he said, “I don’t want a fellow around me that can’t shoot! He’s no help, and he’s just usin’ up ammunition—which, around these mountains, you can’t carry enough of, or get more!”

Yes, it pays. One hundred and thirty-two dead Germans were found in front of that ridge position. In the three defending platoons, only three men were hit with small-arms fire.

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F.A.F.O.

There is an old saying in the US Army which goes like this. Mess with the best and then die like the rest. It also amazes me that somebody that high up lives in such a fantasy world. I guess that when he was young that he was shielded from play ground rules. Its just a pity that so many folks on both sides have to pay with their blood & lives for such stupidity. Grumpy

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Worthwhile scope deal from Bayou Renaissance Man

If you have a rifle or two you’d like to equip with a telescopic sight, but can’t justify several hundred dollars for most of the offerings currently out there, Primary Arms has a good deal at the moment.  It’s for their Classic Series 3-9×44 Rifle Scope, currently priced at just $94.99.

It has a 30mm scope tube, which transmits more light, more efficiently than the typical 1-inch tube used on most lower-cost commercial scopes.  That means using 30mm. mounts and/or rings, of course, which are a bit more expensive, but not too much so.  You’ll have the opportunity to buy discounted scope covers and mounts if purchased with the sight, which is useful.  It uses a standard duplex reticle, with no bullet drop compensation or range-finding ability, but for its target market that’s probably not a problem.  I intend it for use at up to 300 yards, and out to that range I can compensate for bullet drop and windage by eye.  Any competent rifleman should be able to do so, if he knows his firearm and ammunition.

I’ve been trying one out, and I’m pretty impressed by it.  It works just fine for cartridges from rimfire to .308 Winchester, and I presume it’ll probably suffice for more powerful ones too, despite their heavier recoil.

At its price point it’s probably unbeatable value right now.  I own several Nikon ProStaff scopes, which were (sadly) discontinued a few years ago, and always found them to be very good value for money.

Well, this Primary Arms scope is at least as good as them in terms of optics, gathers more light, and costs a lot less than they did.  I don’t know how Primary Arms managed to hold this price point, but I’m not complaining!  I just bought a couple more to put on rifles that don’t yet have scopes, because with my eyes getting as old as the rest of my body, iron sights are really not an option for me any more.

(No, Primary Arms isn’t compensating me in any way to boost their products – they don’t even know I’m writing this article.  I just like what I bought, and I like to tell my readers and friends about good deals when I find them.)

Recommended.

Peter

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American Rifleman Archives: Farewell to an Enfield by AMERICAN RIFLEMAN STAFF

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First published in American Rifleman, July, 1989.

By Orson O. Buck

Shooters of the U.S. beware. Give way an inch to the anti-gun lobby and you’ll end up like the poor folk here in Great Britain. And it’s not just handguns I’m talking about.

Regulations which have recently come into force have made all semi-auto rifles larger than .22 Long Rifle illegal. If you’ve got one (and each is individually licensed), you have to hand it in. After much hassle in parliament it’s been agreed you get paid for it—at the time of writing (February) just £150 ($260). It’s legalized robbery!

And now even shotguns have to be individually registered as well, although as yet, there’s no limit on the number you can have.

There’s always been a sneaky bit in United Kingdom firearms legislation, too. It forms Section 5 of the 1968 Act, and it allows the police chief of each area discretion to refuse a license. It’s mostly been used pretty reasonably—an alcoholic finds it rather difficult to own a rifle, for instance—but if you’re getting on in years and a bit frail…?

The other day I witnessed a heartbreaking scene. The owner of a superb firearm, a sniper rifle from World War II, was virtually in tears as he hammered a bullet into the rifling at the breech end and then proceeded to fill the chamber with weld metal. Why? Because he was talked into it! His three-year license was due for renewal, and the police said he was too feeble to go hunting or paper-punching anymore. So, logically, he couldn’t have any use for it, he had to sell it if he could or surrender it to the authorities—with no compensation—and it would be destroyed. The thought of this was intolerable to the old chap, hence the welding exercise. At least that way he could hang it on the wall and dream of days gone by.

What days, too! As a Scotsman he’d hoped to be drafted into a Scottish reg­iment, but it was not to be. During the Great War of 1914-18 the British Army had encouraged men to enlist in county regiments and units even more localized. Such battalions as “The Manchester Pals” were formed where most of the men knew each other and came from a very small area indeed. They fought well, these formations. Too well. In the big battles of that war whole battalions were vir­tually erased in minutes—20,000 casual­ties in the first hour of the Battle of the Somme.

Can you imagine the effect on a small town when it learns that practically all the men it sent to the war are never to return? The collapse of civilian morale was so great as to be bordering on revolt in some cases. So when the next war came that was one lesson the army had learned. Men from the draft were dis­tributed among regiments that bore no connection to their home localities. Our man, then, found himself in a light infantry unit.

But he did well there. Finding that he could shoot straight, he was sent on a snipers’ course and passed with flying colors. Then to Italy with the 79th Di­vision (the badge was a yellow battleaxe on a blue background—maybe some of you vets remember seeing it). On to Special Forces, a high score, a couple of wounds, and he was back on the civvy street.

Wanting a rifle for hunting and target shooting but not having a lot of pennies at the time, he looked around for one of the surplus No. 4 Enfields that were becoming available and that he knew so well. He saw one advertised, mail order, complete with scope sight. In due course it arrived. Now, one thing a soldier re­members, after his ID number, is his rifle’s serial number. The one in a million chance had come up; this had been his very own tool, the one he’d scored with again and again.

For many happy years he shot on the range, using the ordinary aperture Sight but occasionally fitting the scope from its steel box when it came to taking a deer or two in the winter and the light was poor. This was one of the plus points of the No. 4. The scope could be dis­mounted, carried separately in a transit case and refitted immediately before ac­tion without any loss of zero.

The rifle itself was specially selected, in .303 British of course, and the battle sight, a 200-yd. zeroed peep, was milled off to permit mounting the scope, but the ladder sight was left intact. Two machined steel blocks were screwed to the left side of the receiver. Each has a threaded hole. The bottom halves of the scope rings are an integral part of a steel bracket which carries two screws with two large knurled-heads. These screwslocate in the receiver blocks, giving repeatability of lock-up every time. Naturally, the inevitable presence of machin­ing tolerances meant that every scope rifle job was a one-off, and this is cor­roborated by the sight and rifle numbers being entered on a label in the transit box.

After 45 years (the combination was made in 1943), the scope’s lenses are still clear although of only 2X. Eye relief is rather critical, of course. Each end of the scope tube has a slide-over shade, and the reticle is the post and rail type. The sight is fabricated from brass and immensely strong, but obviously this strength carries a weight penalty. In fact, the complete job, rifle plus scope, turns in at just 11 lbs. unloaded. Of course, when used with the scope the stock had to be higher than standard at the comb in order to get a firm “pinch” with the cheek. This was achieved by having a wooden block with two short pins which dropped into holes on top of the butt and was secured by a leather strap. Unfor­tunately, this block has gone AWOL over the years, but it would probably have added another 8 ozs. or so to the total, giving an all-up of over 12 lbs. loaded. Quite a handful.

But now all our old “Tommy” can do is doze and dream…that stag on the hill when the snow was 3-ft. deep but the sky a brilliant blue…that machine gun whose crew dropped one by one…

Korean War Sequel
The tale of the British “Tommy” who rediscovered his World War II rifle has its sequel in Henry G. Upfold of Arizona.

Earlier this year Upfold visited a gun shop in Sierra Vista, Ariz., to purchase a handgun. Spotting an M1 Garand on the wall, Upfold asked to examine it.

“I recognized the number right away,” he told a newspaper reporter, explaining his formula for remembering the rifle’s serial number, 1994017. “I was 19 when I was in Korea. 9 is my mom’s birth month. 4 is my birth month, there was a zero, and I was 17 when I enlisted.” he explained.

Upfold was issued the rifle by the Army in Sasebo, Japan, en route to Korea in July 1953. It was to remain his constant companion there until he turned it in at Taegu, Korea, in November 1954.

“I slept with it, and I’ve been through the mud and rain with it,” said Upfold, who is retired because of disability. He was able to purchase his old rifle, and a trip to the range confirmed it was still as accurate as he remembered.