(RIGHT) Troops cross a hastily constructed bridge near the
During the night of 5 October the 61st Regiment with other elements of
the 5th Division marched to Foret-de-Hesse to receive new replacements and
to continue training.
On the 12th of October the division assumed command of the Bois-de- Rappes Sector. Heavy patrolling and sniper attacks were the order of the day for the 61st Regiment. The Germans retaliated with some of the heaviest artillery fire yet seen by the troops of the 61st.
On the 14th of October the division went on the attack. In the lead element, the 61st engaged in frequent hand to hand fighting and took heavy casualties. By the evening of 17 October the division objectives were secured and the town of Boise-de-la-Puliter was taken.
The division was pulled out of the front lines for replacements and rest. On the 26th of October it moved back into the front near Brieulles and immediately went into the attack. By the 2nd of November lead elements of the 61st Regiment closed on the Meuse River. That night the leading units of the DIV were able to cross the Meuse only to find their advanced blocked by the Meuse Canal. After this bloody crossing attack the MEUSE Valley was taken and the advance continued. The division headquarters moved to Murvaux on the 9th of November. With Engineer bridges constructed over the Loison River, the division was preparing to continue the attack when the war ended on the 11th of November. It was during this month long attack that the Germans gave the division its name that would remain with it today; "Die Rote Teufel" "The Red Devils".
FLANDERS FIELDS In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. John Macrae (1872-1918)