Today I found out that in WWI Alvin York almost single handedly captured 132 German soldiers using nothing but a rifle and a pistol, while the German soldiers having among them 32 machine guns along with rifles and pistols and the advantage of being above him in the biggest of the forays. And did I mention York was out in the open during the largest gun fight? Ya, when the Germans attacked they pretty much mowed down almost the entire unit that York was with, including York’s commanding officer, which put him in charge. The other soldiers left from the original group of 17, were busy guarding the previous prisoners they had taken behind enemy lines, which pretty much left York to deal with the 100 or so Germans in the largest of the gunfights he was involved in, which ended in the capture of those 132 Germans. When the 1 against 100 gunfight started, York had no time to run for cover, so just started picking off the German soldiers he saw shooting at him as they showed themselves, one by one. So there’s York, running out of bullets, exposed with about 100 German solders above him firing down at him and now a group of Germans breaks free and runs at him with their bayonets from a range of about 25 yards. So does he run for cover? Nope, instead he pulls out his pistol *puts on sunglasses* and kills all of the German soldiers descending on him. Not only this, but he systematically picks off the back ones first so the front ones will keep running at him, thinking they have support behind them. I might add, while York is down there picking off Germans left and right that he’s calling out repeatedly, telling the Germans they can surrender at any time; he didn’t want to kill any more than he had to… In a previous article, I mentioned that the Right whale has the largest balls of any animal on earth at about 1100 pounds each. Now, though no official weighing has ever taken place to my knowledge, I think that it’s safe to say that Sargent York had that beat by a fair margin. At this point, while York was busy taking out more of the German machine gunners who were firing on him, the German commander decided he was done seeing his boys being killed. He was clearly facing Mr. Invictus himself. So he convinced the remaining 100 or so Germans of his company to surrender. York was now in the precarious position of having over 100 German soldiers being held prisoner by eight or nine of his remaining men. And worse, he was well behind enemy lines with this group he had captured being the second line in the German ranks. The German front line was between him and the Allied lines. And all that with himself and his men standing there with his men outnumbered more than 10 to 1. Obviously, for someone with this level of bad-assery, this was not a problem and by the time he got through the German front, taking a few more prisoners in the process, he had managed to bring back 132 German soldiers. Here is York’s account of the incredible events, which are verified by the accounts of his fellow soldiers in the official report of the events: “They killed all of Savage’s squad; they got all of mine but two; they wounded Cutting and killed two of his squad; and Early’s squad was well back in the brush on the extreme right and not yet under the direct fire of the machine guns, and so they escaped. All except Early. He went down with three bullets in his body. That left me in command. I was right out there in the open. And those machine guns were spitting fire and cutting down the undergrowth all around me something awful. And the Germans were yelling orders. You never heard such a ‘racket in all of your life. I didn’t have time to dodge behind a tree or dive into the brush, I didn’t even have time to kneel or lie down. I don’t know what the other boys were doing. They claim they didn’t fire a shot. They said afterwards they were on the right, guarding the prisoners. And the prisoners were lying down and the machine guns had to shoot over them to get me. As soon as the machine guns opened fire on me, I began to exchange shots with them. I had no time nohow to do nothing but watch them-there German machine gunners and give them the best I had. Every time I seed a German I jes teched him off. At first I was shooting from a prone position; that is lying down; jes like we often shoot at the targets in the shooting matches in the mountains of Tennessee; and it was jes about the same distance. But the targets here were bigger. I jes couldn’t miss a German’s head or body at that distance. And I didn’t. Besides, it weren’t no time to miss nohow. I knowed that in order to shoot me the Germans would have to get their heads up to see where I was lying. And I knowed that my only chance was to keep their heads down. And I done done it. I covered their positions and let fly every time I seed anything to shoot at. Every time a head come up I done knocked it down. Then they would sorter stop for a moment and then another head would come up and I would knock it down, too. I was giving them the best I had. I was right out in the open and the machine guns [there were over thirty of them in continuous action] were spitting fire and cutting up all around me something awful. But they didn’t seem to be able to hit me. All the time the Germans were shouting orders. You never heard such a racket in all of your life. Of course, all of this only took a few minutes. As soon as I was able I stood up and begun to shoot off-hand, which is my favorite position. I was still sharpshooting with that-there old army rifle. I used up several clips. The barrel was getting hot and my rifle ammunition was running low, or was where it was hard for me to get at it quickly. But I had to keep on shooting jes the same. In the middle of the fight a German officer and five men done jumped out of a trench and charged me with fixed bayonets. They had about twenty-five yards to come and they were coming right smart. I only had about half a clip left in my rifle; but I had my pistol ready. I done flipped it out fast and teched them off, too. I teched off the sixth man first; then the fifth; then the fourth; then the third; and so on. That’s the way we shoot wild turkeys at home. You see we don’t want the front ones to know that we’re getting the back ones, and then they keep on coming until we get them all. Of course, I hadn’t time to think of that. I guess I jes naturally did it. I knowed, too, that if the front ones wavered, or if I stopped them the rear ones would drop down and pump a volley into me and get me. Then I returned to the rifle, and kept right on after those machine guns. I knowed now that if I done kept my head and didn’t run out of ammunition I had them. So I done hollered to them to come down and give up. I didn’t want to kill any more’n I had to. I would tech a couple of them off and holler again. But I guess they couldn’t understand my language, or else they couldn’t hear me in the awful racket that was going on all around. Over twenty Germans were killed by this time. –and I got hold of the German major. After he seed me stop the six Germans who charged with fixed bayonets he got up off the ground and walked over to me and yelled “English?” I said, “No, not English.” He said, “What?” I said, “American.” He said, “Good —–!” Then he said, “If you won’t shoot any more I will make them give up.” I had killed over twenty before the German major said he would make them give up. I covered him with my automatic and told him if he didn’t make them stop firing I would take off his head next. And he knew I meant it. He told me if I didn’t kill him, and if I stopped shooting the others in the trench, he would make them surrender. So he blew a little whistle and they came down and began to gather around and throw down their guns and belts. All but one of them came off the hill with their hands up, and just before that one got to me he threw a little hand grenade which burst in the air in front of me. I had to tech him off. The rest surrendered without any more trouble. There were nearly 100 of them. So we had about 80 or 90 Germans there disarmed, and had another line of Germans to go through to get out. So I called for my men, and one of them answered from behind a big oak tree, and the others were on my right in the brush. So I said, “Let’s get these Germans out of here.” One of my men said, “it is impossible.” So I said, “No; let’s get them out.” So when my man said that, this German major said, “How many have you got?” and I said, “I have got a-plenty,” and pointed my pistol at him all the time. In this battle I was using a rifle and a .45 Colt automatic pistol. So I lined the Germans up in a line of twos, and I got between the ones in front, and I had the German major before me. So I marched them straight into those other machine guns and I got them. The German major could speak English as well as I could. Before the war he used to work in Chicago. And I told him to keep his hands up and to line up his men in column of twos, and to do it in double time. And he did it. And I lined up my men that were left on either side of the column, and I told one to guard the rear. I ordered the prisoners to pick up and carry our wounded. I wasn’t a-goin’ to leave any good American boys lying out there to die. So I made the Germans carry them. And they did. And I takened the major and placed him at the head of the column and I got behind him and used him as a screen. I poked the automatic in his back and told him to hike. And he hiked. The major suggested we go down a gully, but I knew that was the wrong way. And I told him we were not going down any gully. We were going straight through the German front line trenches back to the American lines. It was their second line that I had captured. We sure did get a long way behind the German trenches! And so I marched them straight at that old German front line trench. And some more machine guns swung around and began to spit at us. I told the major to blow his whistle or I would take off his head and theirs too. So he blew his whistle and they all surrendered– all except one. I made the major order him to surrender twice. But he wouldn’t. And I had to tech him off. I hated to do it. I’ve been doing a tolerable lot of thinking about it since. He was probably a brave soldier boy. But I couldn’t afford to take any chances and so I had to let him have it. There was considerably over a hundred prisoners now. It was a problem to get them back safely to our own lines. There was so many of them there was danger of our own artillery mistaking us for a German counter-attack and opening up on us. I sure was relieved when we run into the relief squads that had been sent forward through the brush to help us. On the way back we were constantly under heavy shell fire and I had to double-time them to get them through safely. There was nothing to be gained by having any more of them wounded or killed. They done surrendered to me and it was up to me to look after them. And so I done done it. So when I got back to my major’s p.c. I had 132 prisoners. We marched those German prisoners on back into the American lines to the battalion p.c. (post of command), and there we came to the Intelligence Department. Lieutenant Woods came out and counted 132 prisoners… We were ordered to take them out to regimental headquarters at Chattel Chehery, and from there all the way back to division headquarters, and turn them over to the military police. I had orders to report to Brigadier General Lindsey, and he said to me, “Well, York, I hear you have captured the whole —— German army.” And I told him I only had 132. After a short talk he sent us to some artillery kitchens, where we had a good warm meal. And it sure felt good. Then we rejoined our outfits and with them fought through to our objective, the Decauville Railroad. And the Lost Battalion was able to come out that night. We cut the Germans off from their supplies when we cut that old railroad, and they withdrew and backed up. So you can see here in this case of mine where God helped me out. I had been living for God and working in the church some time before I come to the army. So I am a witness to the fact that God did help me out of that hard battle; for the bushes were shot up all around me and I never got a scratch. So you can see that God will be with you if you will only trust Him; and I say that He did save me. Now, He will save you if you will only trust Him. The next morning Captain Danforth sent me back with some stretcher bearers to see if there were any of our American boys that we had missed. But they were all dead. And there were a lot of German dead. We counted twenty-eight, which is just the number of shots I fired. And there were thirty-five machine guns and a whole mess of equipment and small arms. The salvage corps was busy packing it up. And I noticed the bushes all around where I stood in my fight with the machine guns were all cut down. The bullets went over my head and on either side. But they never touched me.” York survived WWI and fathered five sons and two daughters and founded a school which is still around today and is known for its academic excellence. When WWII came around, not to be one to run from a fight, he tried to re-enlist in the infantry, but was denied due to his age and presumably for making all the other soldiers feel like pansies. Denied from that, he instead convinced the state of Tennessee that they needed a reserve force at home and so founded the Tennessee State Guard in which he served as a Colonel.

I ought to pass quietly, but no. Common sense kept screaming in my head...all na wash!

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AlPeter:
Today I found out
that in WWI Alvin York almost single handedly
captured 132 German soldiers using nothing but a
rifle and a pistol, while the German soldiers
having among them 32 machine guns along with
rifles and pistols and the advantage of being above
him in the biggest of the forays. And did I mention
York was out in the open during the largest gun
fight? Ya, when the Germans attacked they pretty
much mowed down almost the entire unit that
York was with, including York’s commanding
officer, which put him in charge. The other
soldiers left from the original group of 17, were
busy guarding the previous prisoners they had
taken behind enemy lines, which pretty much left
York to deal with the 100 or so Germans in the
largest of the gunfights he was involved in, which
ended in the capture of those 132 Germans.
When the 1 against 100 gunfight started, York had
no time to run for cover, so just started picking off
the German soldiers he saw shooting at him as
they showed themselves, one by one.
So there’s York, running out of bullets, exposed
with about 100 German solders above him firing
down at him and now a group of Germans breaks
free and runs at him with their bayonets from a
range of about 25 yards. So does he run for
cover? Nope, instead he pulls out his pistol *puts
on sunglasses* and kills all of the German soldiers
descending on him. Not only this, but he
systematically picks off the back ones first so the
front ones will keep running at him, thinking they
have support behind them.
I might add, while York is down there picking off
Germans left and right that he’s calling out
repeatedly, telling the Germans they can
surrender at any time; he didn’t want to kill any
more than he had to… In a previous article, I
mentioned that the Right whale has the largest
balls of any animal on earth at about 1100 pounds
each. Now, though no official weighing has ever
taken place to my knowledge, I think that it’s safe
to say that Sargent York had that beat by a fair
margin.
At this point, while York was busy taking out more
of the German machine gunners who were firing
on him, the German commander decided he was
done seeing his boys being killed. He was clearly
facing Mr. Invictus himself. So he convinced the
remaining 100 or so Germans of his company to
surrender.
York was now in the precarious position of having
over 100 German soldiers being held prisoner by
eight or nine of his remaining men. And worse, he
was well behind enemy lines with this group he
had captured being the second line in the German
ranks. The German front line was between him
and the Allied lines. And all that with himself and
his men standing there with his men outnumbered
more than 10 to 1. Obviously, for someone with
this level of bad-assery, this was not a problem
and by the time he got through the German front,
taking a few more prisoners in the process, he had
managed to bring back 132 German soldiers.
Here is York’s account of the incredible events,
which are verified by the accounts of his fellow
soldiers in the official report of the events:
“They killed all of Savage’s squad; they got all of
mine but two; they wounded Cutting and killed two
of his squad; and Early’s squad was well back in
the brush on the extreme right and not yet under
the direct fire of the machine guns, and so they
escaped. All except Early. He went down with three
bullets in his body. That left me in command. I was
right out there in the open.
And those machine guns were spitting fire and
cutting down the undergrowth all around me
something awful. And the Germans were yelling
orders. You never heard such a ‘racket in all of
your life. I didn’t have time to dodge behind a tree
or dive into the brush, I didn’t even have time to
kneel or lie down.
I don’t know what the other boys were doing. They
claim they didn’t fire a shot. They said afterwards
they were on the right, guarding the prisoners.
And the prisoners were lying down and the
machine guns had to shoot over them to get me.
As soon as the machine guns opened fire on me, I
began to exchange shots with them.
I had no time nohow to do nothing but watch
them-there German machine gunners and give
them the best I had. Every time I seed a German I
jes teched him off. At first I was shooting from a
prone position; that is lying down; jes like we often
shoot at the targets in the shooting matches in the
mountains of Tennessee; and it was jes about the
same distance. But the targets here were bigger. I
jes couldn’t miss a German’s head or body at that
distance. And I didn’t. Besides, it weren’t no time
to miss nohow.
I knowed that in order to shoot me the Germans
would have to get their heads up to see where I
was lying. And I knowed that my only chance was
to keep their heads down. And I done done it. I
covered their positions and let fly every time I
seed anything to shoot at. Every time a head come
up I done knocked it down. Then they would sorter
stop for a moment and then another head would
come up and I would knock it down, too. I was
giving them the best I had.
I was right out in the open and the machine guns
[there were over thirty of them in continuous
action] were spitting fire and cutting up all around
me something awful. But they didn’t seem to be
able to hit me. All the time the Germans were
shouting orders. You never heard such a racket in
all of your life. Of course, all of this only took a few
minutes. As soon as I was able I stood up and
begun to shoot off-hand, which is my favorite
position. I was still sharpshooting with that-there
old army rifle. I used up several clips. The barrel
was getting hot and my rifle ammunition was
running low, or was where it was hard for me to
get at it quickly. But I had to keep on shooting jes
the same.
In the middle of the fight a German officer and five
men done jumped out of a trench and charged me
with fixed bayonets. They had about twenty-five
yards to come and they were coming right smart. I
only had about half a clip left in my rifle; but I had
my pistol ready. I done flipped it out fast and
teched them off, too.
I teched off the sixth man first; then the fifth; then
the fourth; then the third; and so on. That’s the
way we shoot wild turkeys at home. You see we
don’t want the front ones to know that we’re
getting the back ones, and then they keep on
coming until we get them all. Of course, I hadn’t
time to think of that. I guess I jes naturally did it. I
knowed, too, that if the front ones wavered, or if I
stopped them the rear ones would drop down and
pump a volley into me and get me.
Then I returned to the rifle, and kept right on after
those machine guns. I knowed now that if I done
kept my head and didn’t run out of ammunition I
had them. So I done hollered to them to come
down and give up. I didn’t want to kill any more’n I
had to. I would tech a couple of them off and
holler again. But I guess they couldn’t understand
my language, or else they couldn’t hear me in the
awful racket that was going on all around. Over
twenty Germans were killed by this time.
–and I got hold of the German major. After he
seed me stop the six Germans who charged with
fixed bayonets he got up off the ground and
walked over to me and yelled “English?”
I said, “No, not English.”
He said, “What?”
I said, “American.”
He said, “Good —–!” Then he said, “If you won’t
shoot any more I will make them give up.” I had
killed over twenty before the German major said
he would make them give up. I covered him with
my automatic and told him if he didn’t make them
stop firing I would take off his head next. And he
knew I meant it. He told me if I didn’t kill him, and
if I stopped shooting the others in the trench, he
would make them surrender.
So he blew a little whistle and they came down and
began to gather around and throw down their
guns and belts. All but one of them came off the
hill with their hands up, and just before that one
got to me he threw a little hand grenade which
burst in the air in front of me.
I had to tech him
off. The rest surrendered without any more
trouble. There were nearly 100 of them.
So we had about 80 or 90 Germans there
disarmed, and had another line of Germans to go
through to get out. So I called for my men, and
one of them answered from behind a big oak tree,
and the others were on my right in the brush.
So I said, “Let’s get these Germans out of here.”
One of my men said, “it is impossible.”
So I said, “No; let’s get them out.”
So when my man said that, this German major
said, “How many have you got?” and I said, “I have
got a-plenty,” and pointed my pistol at him all the
time.
In this battle I was using a rifle and a .45 Colt
automatic pistol.
So I lined the Germans up in a line of twos, and I
got between the ones in front, and I had the
German major before me. So I marched them
straight into those other machine guns and I got
them.
The German major could speak English as well as I
could. Before the war he used to work in Chicago.
And I told him to keep his hands up and to line up
his men in column of twos, and to do it in double
time. And he did it. And I lined up my men that
were left on either side of the column, and I told
one to guard the rear. I ordered the prisoners to
pick up and carry our wounded. I wasn’t a-goin’ to
leave any good American boys lying out there to
die. So I made the Germans carry them. And they
did.
And I takened the major and placed him at the
head of the column and I got behind him and used
him as a screen. I poked the automatic in his back
and told him to hike. And he hiked.
The major suggested we go down a gully, but I
knew that was the wrong way. And I told him we
were not going down any gully. We were going
straight through the German front line trenches
back to the American lines.
It was their second line that I had captured. We
sure did get a long way behind the German
trenches! And so I marched them straight at that
old German front line trench. And some more
machine guns swung around and began to spit at
us. I told the major to blow his whistle or I would
take off his head and theirs too. So he blew his
whistle and they all surrendered– all except one. I
made the major order him to surrender twice. But
he wouldn’t. And I had to tech him off. I hated to
do it. I’ve been doing a tolerable lot of thinking
about it since. He was probably a brave soldier
boy. But I couldn’t afford to take any chances and
so I had to let him have it.
There was considerably over a hundred prisoners
now. It was a problem to get them back safely to
our own lines. There was so many of them there
was danger of our own artillery mistaking us for a
German counter-attack and opening up on us. I
sure was relieved when we run into the relief
squads that had been sent forward through the
brush to help us.
On the way back we were constantly under heavy
shell fire and I had to double-time them to get
them through safely. There was nothing to be
gained by having any more of them wounded or
killed. They done surrendered to me and it was up
to me to look after them. And so I done done it.
So when I got back to my major’s p.c. I had 132
prisoners. We marched those German prisoners
on back into the American lines to the battalion
p.c. (post of command), and there we came to the
Intelligence Department. Lieutenant Woods came
out and counted 132 prisoners…
We were ordered to take them out to regimental
headquarters at Chattel Chehery, and from there
all the way back to division headquarters, and turn
them over to the military police.
I had orders to report to Brigadier General
Lindsey, and he said to me, “Well, York, I hear you
have captured the whole —— German army.” And
I told him I only had 132.
After a short talk he sent us to some artillery
kitchens, where we had a good warm meal. And it
sure felt good. Then we rejoined our outfits and
with them fought through to our objective, the
Decauville Railroad.
And the Lost Battalion was able to come out that
night. We cut the Germans off from their supplies
when we cut that old railroad, and they withdrew
and backed up.
So you can see here in this case of mine where
God helped me out. I had been living for God and
working in the church some time before I come to
the army. So I am a witness to the fact that God
did help me out of that hard battle; for the bushes
were shot up all around me and I never got a
scratch.
So you can see that God will be with you if you will
only trust Him; and I say that He did save me.
Now, He will save you if you will only trust Him.
The next morning Captain Danforth sent me back
with some stretcher bearers to see if there were
any of our American boys that we had missed. But
they were all dead. And there were a lot of
German dead. We counted twenty-eight, which is
just the number of shots I fired. And there were
thirty-five machine guns and a whole mess of
equipment and small arms.
The salvage corps was busy packing it up. And I
noticed the bushes all around where I stood in my
fight with the machine guns were all cut down. The
bullets went over my head and on either side. But
they never touched me.”
York survived WWI and fathered five sons and two
daughters and founded a school which is still
around today and is known for its academic
excellence.
When WWII came around, not to be one to run
from a fight, he tried to re-enlist in the infantry,
but was denied due to his age and presumably for
making all the other soldiers feel like pansies.
Denied from that, he instead convinced the state
of Tennessee that they needed a reserve force at
home and so founded the Tennessee State Guard
in which he served as a Colonel.

A story of bravery and at its core, grace and favour.