Camp Woody, F-1-Ga, Suches, Georgia
Submitted and transcribed from unknown origin but seems to be from 1933 or 1934 booklet as history ends there
Company 1404 was organized on May 8, 1933 at the conditioning camp at Fort Benning, Georgia, and placed under the command of Capt. Chester D. Haisley. The following officers and enlisted men of the army have been associated with the company since it's organization: Capt. William F. Cone, CA-Res, Capt. Chester D. Haisley, 29th Inf., Capt. George M. Brooks, FA-Res, 1st Lieut. Joseph B. Mosteller, Cav-Res., 1st Leiut. Harry J. Bradley, MRC; 1st Lieut. Farris C. Holden, MRC; 1st Lieut. Ernest W. Adair, MRC; 1st Lieut. Joseph S. Carmack, Eng-Res; 1st Lieut. Jon R. Turman, Inf-Res; 1st Lieut. James H. Allsion, Inf-Res; 2nd Lieut. Julian A. Wilson, Inf-Res; Sergeant Ulysses B. D'Entrement, 29th Inf; Sergeant King M. Runnels, 29th Inf; Corporal Earl C. Aken, 29th Inf; and Private Robert D. Orton, 29th Inf.
Early before breakfast on the morning of May 25, 1933, we were awakened to the tune of "youse guys fall out! Alright, shake it up, shake it up" spoken in a gentle tone(?) by our beloved first Sergeant. In a half hour's time the entire company had been fed and were ready to board the special train to Suches, somewhere in north Georgia.
Our train was met in Gainsville by a fleet of trucks, which carried us about 40 miles into the Blue Ridge Mountains to a wide place in a very narrow road called Suches, Georgia. Work began immediately under the direction of Walter Woody our first project superintendent, our camp being built in spare time. In June, cultural work got under way as well as the operation of a large quarry taken over the latter part of the month.
With all projects running smoothly, the "Sultans of Suches" changed the spelling of "work" to "play". Now Suches is a thriving metropolis of one store and several out buildings with our camp the hub of activities. To get a pass from Freeman or Leaptrot to go to Suches is quite a treat. Suches, a bottle of Coca-cola, two winks at a mountain lassie and WOW, what a time!
Later in the company's history Capt. Cone assumed command and shoved the outfit off to a flying start. Rufe Ed Baker and his pack of fox hounds representing the Forest Service. Almost any morning one could see a red fox tearing down the company street with ten or twelve hounds in pursuit. No sense in our getting out of bed with a fox race right at the front door.
Such a company as the Sultans must have food and plenty of it. Dempsey, "Hot Jack" as mess steward, can and does place on the table food in such quantities and of such qualities that twould make Mahatma Gandhi break a fast. His crew of cooks and kitchen police with their culinary adeptness keep up "the esprit de corps" with biscuits like mother used to make and corned willie that just won't quit. The biggest and safest pet in camp is "Jiggs" not a police dog, but the canteen steward, who is our vendor of sweets and keeper of the mail. He has a large collection of funny bugs and snakes that is the envy of all naturalists. But after all is said and done, Jiggs is the most representative of all our fellows.
In this company of Georgians there lives one from Pennsylvania, Cultural Foreman, Milt Bryan, better known as the "damn Yankee" who started the custom of eating rattlesnakes. Dutch Brender from Germany who has gone truly native, "Sheriff" McFall from Blue Ridge and Oliver Seabolt from Dahlonega are the other tree slave drivers who haunt the dreams of the "canvas covered convicts". There exists among us one who hails from Macon, Georgia, a man who has proven to be one of the most shrewd, hard boiled and tactful First Sergeants in the whole CCC. Sgt. Leaptrot will be cherished and cursed in the memories of all.
The Education Department under the able supervision of Professor C.C. Jarrard, has succeeded in familiarizing us with the three R's, as well as several other useful subjects. Too, there is Lieut. Adair, a true connoisseur of food and a wizard at bridge, who keeps the crews intact by ever having at his elbow a large jug of castor oil. We need must remember Lieut. Carmack as the best fisherman in Suches and Lieut. Allison who can make a picture of any of the former's victim's of the finny tribe; Lieut. Turman and his automatic rigle; Lieut. Wilson and his baseball team and last but not least "Pete" the Bloodhound who is every ready to put his nose to the track of anyone starting a forest fire.
As the story closes another word for Capt. Cone, the gentleman from South Carolina, who can find more jobs to be done in camp than any other man in Georgia. However that is the reason we have such a neat, comfortable and interesting camp for Company 1404 at Suches, Georgia.
High up in the Blue Ridge, with high ideals, an enviable record for work well done and the spirit to carry on, we hope to be here a long time and make history that will not vanish, but will be as constant as old blood mountain in the distance, where the Cherokees left blood never to be washed away.
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