The Last Big Ride, Part 1

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THE LAST BIG RIDE



Written by Sawyer SASS 34250L

As told by Master Sergeant Sam McDaniel

United States Army (Retired)





Since the foundation of the United States of America and the United States Army, horses have always played an important role in the activities of the military. From the first days of the Revolutionary War to the present, the U.S. Army has always had horses. These noble steeds performed every task assigned to them with honor and glory. They have seen the horrors of war and the blessings of peace.

The horse was the principal mover of men and equipment for over a century and a half; however the duties of the few horses remaining in military services are primarily restricted to ceremonies and funerals. All of us probably remember seeing the rider less horse in presidential funeral processions. After World War I, the gasoline powered vehicles and the airplanes allowed the Army to shoot, move, and communicate much faster than the horse. The glory days of the horse and the horse soldier had come to an end.

The last big ride of a horse unit probably took place in November, 1938. E Battery, 18th Field Artillery Regiment, along with assorted support troopers left Fort Sill, Oklahoma on the morning of November 28, 1938 in a large truck convoy and drove to Ft. Sam Houston, Texas. This journey of some 400 plus miles took two days. Upon arriving at Ft. Sam Houston, E Battery was quartered with the 12th Field Artillery Battalion.

On the morning of November 29th, the men of E Battery gathered approximately 1200 head of horses and began preparations for the return trip to Ft. Sill. This time the trip would be made on horseback. The next three days were spent shoeing the horses, checking all the harness rigs, checking the artillery pieces, and checking all the wagons to be taken to Ft. Sill. These were long days with a lot of work for the men of E Battery. Reveille sounded at 4:00A.M., and the work began right after chow. Retreat sounded at 6:00P.M., and the weary troopers of E Battery ate their dinner meal and most immediately went to bed. The final preparations had been made and E Battery was set to move out on the morning of December 2, 1938.

Among the horses was one named “Old 37” because that was believed to be his age. He had served in World War I. “Old 37” was treated with respect and honor by all those around him. He was treated with the same respect and honor that was bestowed on the old soldiers who had served in combat. Role models for the younger generation to follow. “Old 37” was assigned to a corporal from E Battery with instructions to treat him with the utmost of respect and dignity.

December 2, 1938 dawned clear and cold. The officers, men, and horses were lined up and ready to go. At 7:00A.M., E Battery, 18th Field Artillery Regiment moved out in Parade Formation. “Old 37” was at the head of the column and led E Battery down the road between the men of the 12th Field Artillery Battalion who lined both sides of the road leading to the gates of Ft. Sam Houston. As Ft. Sam Houston faded out of sight, the routine of road marching was finally achieved and the convoy was moving in good order. The order of march for the duration of the trip would be 30 minutes of mounted walking, 10 minutes at a trot, 10 minutes dismounted walking and then a 10 minute rest period. During the rest periods, tumbleweeds were gathered and burned to warm both men and horses against the west Texas wind, which was always blowing and always cold. E Battery traveled only nineteen miles the first day because the horses were not in condition for any further distance.

Each afternoon a campsite would be selected and the real work would begin. Latrines were dug for the enlisted men and separate latrines were dug for the officers. The horses were unsaddled and picketed. Each horse was curried and brushed every day. Hooves were cleaned and checked for loose shoes or a need of new shoes. Several horses had to be shod each day because they drug their feet when on the march. Some of these horses were wild enough that they had to be hog tied and thrown down in order to shoe them. Others had bales of hay tied to their feet while being shod. When the shoeing had been completed and inspected by the officers, the horses were taken to the watering points. After the horses had watered, nose bags filled with feed were put on all the horses. The nosebags were left on for thirty minutes and then were removed and cleaned and made ready for the morning feeding. A couple of hours after E Battery stopped for the day, we would see “Old 37” come into camp. He was allowed to travel at his own pace and not required to keep up with the column. Everybody always took a brief pause to watch him come in.

It didn’t take long for the men of E. Battery to recognize the “mean ass” horses that were in the herd. The kickers, biters, and strikers were soon decorated with a ribbon in either their tail or their manes. The kickers were the ones that got you when you got behind them. The biters would try to jerk a mouthful of you out while you were putting the saddle or harness on them. The strikers would try to knock you down or strike you with their front hooves. When the 18th Field Artillery made it to Ft. Sill about half the herd had ribbons in their tails or manes. Lot of bruised and sore soldiers learned about the ribbons the hard way, but by the time the unit got to Ft. Sill, everybody knew what the ribbons meant and gave the horse plenty of respect and room!
 

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Part 2

The bugle sounded at 4:00A.M. On the second day and the activity began. The Commanding Officer decided that it would be a good idea to rotate the horses by switching the draft horses out. The single horses were paired into teams and hitched to the wagons and guns. This proved to be a difficult task because many of the horses had never been in harness. After several runaways, lots of bucking and balking, shouting and cussing, the Battery finally got moving. There was no more switching of the animals after the second day. The horse that I was riding was switched to a draft roll and began kicking and bucking. He cut the tendons in one of his legs and was not ridden or harnessed for the rest of the trip. He made it to Ft. Sill, but with a pronounced limp.

The march proceeded fairly smoothly for a few days. Reveille sounded at 4:00A.M., and we were on the road at 7:00A.M. The first three hours were taken up with feeding the men and animals, harnessing the teams, saddling up and then breaking camp and cleaning up our campsite. In the evenings the grooming, feeding and watering usually took about two hours. One night at about 10P.M. an armadillo panicked the horses. The horses broke the picket lines and scattered into the night. After several hours, they were all gathered up and returned to the picket lines. One of the horses ran headlong into an artillery piece during the stampede and was so badly broken up that he had to be put down. He was the only horse lost during the long ride.

Our next problem occurred when we reached the Brazos River. The Commanding Officer decided to water the single mounts and lead teams at the river bank instead of crossing the bridge. The sandy bottom of the river bed would wash out from under the horse’s hooves and they panicked. The bucking horses were soon able to throw the majority of the riders into the river. A bunch of wet and cold soldiers spent the next couple of hours gathering up the runaway horses. From then on, we crossed the rivers using the bridges.

We passed through several small towns along the way. It must have been quite a sight to see that many horses, artillery pieces, supply wagons, feed wagons and dirty, dusty soldiers riding down the main highway. People sat on their porches and waved to us as we passed. The children stopped whatever they were doing and waved and yelled as we rode by. We detoured around Ft. Worth, Texas due to its size and we just skirted the edge of Wichita Falls, Texas. We went right through the middle of every other town on the route.

On the 13th of December, 1938, we made camp at Ft. Sill Indian School. We arrived at 2:00P.M., and spent the rest of the day preparing for our entry into Ft. Sill, Oklahoma.

December 14th, 1938 found us lined up and ready for our entry to Ft. Sill. “Old 37” was hitched to the head of a six horse team pulling the lead gun. He was wearing a white bridle and a white harness. He acted like he knew what was expected of him. As we entered Ft. Sill, troops lined both sides of the road, and “Old 37” pranced like a thoroughbred as he led us past the troops. Our trip of 400 miles had taken 14 days. The horses, guns and wagons were distributed throughout the 18th Field Artillery Regiment. Private Sam McDaniel returned to Headquarters Battery, 18th Field Artillery Regiment with sore feet, a sore butt, chapped lips, and a windblown tan. He would never mount a horse again during his twenty years of military service.

This ride from Ft. Sam Houston, Texas to Ft. Sill, Oklahoma is believed to be the last ride involving so many men and horses for the U.S. Army.



SAWYER’S NOTE:



My father Sam McDaniel is still alive and in his 80’s. He retired out of the Army in 1958. I did not know this story until last year. I am so fortunate to have a father that lived this long and shared this great memory with my brother, Pulp, SASS 28319, and I. If you are as fortunate as we are, please ask your parents about their lives. I think it would have been a great tragedy for my father to have died and I did not know this story. I hope that my children and grand-children will enjoy hearing about the life of their grand-father and great grandfather as much as I did.

Pulp’s note:
Sawyer is the Single Action Shooter’s Society’s registered alias for Jerry McDaniel. Pulp is the alias for Terry McDaniel. Since this story was originally written for the “Cowboy Chronicle”, a publication of the Single Action Shooter’s Society, Jerry chose to use our aliases.
 

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Our father passed away a couple of years ago. He was military through and through. He received a bronze star in WW2, and another one in Korea. My brother served 17 years, including a year in VietNam. I'm the black sheep of the family, I did two semesters of ROTC at Cameron College. I wasn't a protester, would have gladly gone if drafted, I just wasn't a volunteer and never got drafted.
 

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Nice, I wish I had got to hear some of my grandfathers stories. He died before I was old enough to understand though. I did however inherit a footlocker that was his & inside I found a dufflebag, old flight glasses, patches, helmet with his name written in pencil on it, gas mask (canister style), canteen, photos & a letter from the Royal Canadian Air Force asking him to come train their boxing program.

I'll try to get some pics of it all sometime & post them on here. Thankx for sharing your story.
 

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I like that story - a little bit Old West, a little bit US Army. Another possible connection of the story to Oklahoma may be at Fort Reno, west of El Reno, formerly the home of the US Army Remount Station. It's likely most of those horses passed through there as they came into their Army service. There is some good historical info out there if your travels ever take you west of OKC.
 

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Yeah, he told about riding from Ft Reno to Ft Sill in one day. That's a long day in the saddle.

That is part of the reason that the military had the "plan" of how much time was spent in the saddle and how much time was walking. It was beneficial for both human and horse. I've spent my share of time in a saddle, and I wouldn't want to make that ride either. I guess the older guys were just so much tougher than the "new breed."
 

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