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"The 'Mutiny' at Fort Leavenworth Disciplinary Barracks," July 28, 1919

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smiling he fired shots from a big blue automatic. Occasionally he would get up and pace back and forth, peering intently up at the windows, until he could see some one clearly, then he would take a careful aim and fire. At least two men were carried wounded to the hospital from the sixth wing that afternoon. The men in the sixth wing shouted over to me that two men had been killed.

Friday came the answer to our vote of Tuesday. It was this: No one will be allowed to go back to work until every wing and every man had agreed to go to work. Furthermore, the Committee was declared dissolved. My five o’clock that afternoon every wing had declared its willingness to resume. As a matter of fact, the third, fourth and seventh wings had been ready for some time; it was only the sixth that had held out. Moreover hundreds of men in all the wings had never struck at all, they had been conscripted into the strike. By whom? The strikers question? Not at all! They had been forced into it by the authorities themselves, who gave them no chance to work.

Those who expected breakfast and worked Saturday – because the strike was over did not diagnose correctly the spirit of militarism with which they had to deal. In the morning, a third of a loaf of bread instead of the usual half a loaf (even the latter is less than the regulation prescribes for men on bread and water) was thrown down into the waiting blanket from the riot gallery. Then we saw first the third wing, then the fourth, and next ourselves put through the following process. We were called downstairs, Lieutenant Colonel Smith entered the wing and announced “when the door is open, you will march quick time at attention until further orders.” We marched out heavily surrounded by sentries, armed with shotgun and bayonet. We were forced to run on a trot down the stairs, always with arms folded and hand to the front. In the yard a machine gun was pointed at us from a newly built gallery. Still heavily guarded, we were marched several hundred feet to where a group of officers stood (beside them at the table sat several clerks from the Executive office with the record files in front of them). Besides the other officers there were present one general officer, probably the new chief of the Army Services School, Colonel Penn of the Inspector General’s office, Col. Rice the Commandant, Colonel Allison, the Assistant Commandant, and Lieut. Colonel Smith, the Executive Officer.

Col. Smith stepped forward and commenced austerely:- “The Commandant has directed me to address a few words to you with regard to the recent mutiny, and to your future condition. Whatever you may choose to call this affair, a strike or what not, the authorities here and

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