Sgt. John Guess, Jr.
Distinguished Service Cross, Recipient
Ninety-six years ago, almost to the day, Sgt. John Guess, Jr. died in a Base Hospital in France from injuries sustained in one of the most defining battles of World War I.
For a number of years I have been working on his story, "A Hundred Years of Tears - A Soldier's Story, From the Savannah to the Somme". I am close to completion and it has been a long and interesting journey.
As we approach this day of remembrance honoring our veterans, I want to take a moment to remember my own uncle, an America hero, remembered this day along with the many, many others in our nation's history.
“This is the story I never got to tell, there is so much I want to tell about these last few months, but the end really is no way to begin.”
John slowly shuffled his boots through the dust as he made his way to the split-rail fence that marked the entrance to the Savannah ranch. He was still wearing his battle weary uniform as he stepped up on the lower rail and took a familiar seat on this time worn wood. He turned his head letting his gaze spread out over the land that he had left just a few months before. Odd to view this landscape and see no one about. No animals wandering in the pens. No granddad or dad busy with the daily chores. No mother hanging out the laundry on the lines at the back of the house. None of the childish bantering between Thelma and Charlie. Just silence and dust. John brought his hand up to his forehead to push back the strands of brown hair that had fallen over his face. But he could not feel the touch of his own hand. That absence of feeling made him hesitate for a moment before resting his hand at last on the rail post.