The next day & night brought more miserable weather, but Pinky & the troops trudged forward. The weather and being confined to a foxhole didn't help matters in an effort to get any shuteye. If the Germans didn't kill you, Mother Nature was turning out to be just as formidable of an opponent.
Throughout the night , the Germans knew that the Allied & Marine forces were coming, so they threw everything they had at them---all types of bombs and poison gas. The next morning, Nov 9 ,what was left of the unit crawled out of their foxholes and began looking for a meal, which was found not too far away.
Soon after eating, the Marines were told to be ready to attack the night of the 10th & the morning of the 11th. So at 4:30 AM on the 11th the Marines were told to get up and get ready to fight. After marching for several hours, the attack was called off because the engineers could not get a bridge built in time for the troops to march across due to heavy enemy fire the past few days. So the troops marched back to the same spot that they had camped at previously and waited for orders on what to do next. I can only imagine the thoughts that were going through all of the troops heads after having to deal with such harsh circumstances for likely seemed like days on end..... That evening, Pinky, having not slept for 2 days was exhausted & fell into a deep asleep. It was so deep a sleep that he didn't wake up until the war had ended. Yes, ENDED. Pinky eventually woke up from his sleep....but not by the sounds of bombs exploding or the shots of gunfire....it was by the ABSENCE thereof.
For the 1st time in seven months, the area around him was peaceful. Arising from his muddy foxhole, he found the kitchen on wheels & nearby he noticed something else: Bonfires! The Marines were collecting wood, building & burning bonfires in an effort to warm themselves up & dry their clothes out. This simple luxury must have been a glorious feeling for Pinky & his fellow Marines.
After an hour or so, Pinky had warm, dry clothing for the 1st time in 11 days. Once he put them back on, my grandfather had time to reflect.on his fallen friends & on Texas A&M. His mind was still fresh from thinking of the miserable nights that he had just spent in the forest and he wanted to convey on paper on just how hard that it had been . Doing so made him think of another popular yell at the time, Rough! Tough! Real! Stuff! Texas A&M! so he got out the letter from his oil pouch and wrote down:
Chig-gar-roo-gar-rem! Chig-gar-roo-gar-rem!
Rough! Tough! Real! Stuff! Texas A&M!
So he added these 2 lines to the previous ones and read it over & over again. He liked what he read, except for one word.
Hell.
In 1918, the word "hell" was a word that was generally frowned upon if used in public, so he crossed through it and tried to think of another/better word to use in it's place. It didn't take him long to see that the yell Chig-gar-roo-gar-rem fit perfectly, so he inserted this in.
Pinky then looked over the letter and decided that the song was complete.
It must have been a very satisfying feeling for Pinky that day.....finally being warm, wearing a dry uniform, no one trying to kill you, a hot meal and & song that would eventually be known as The Aggie War Hymn.
Next up: Armistice & notes to the words