Dailey, William - Monroe County, Missouri Obituary All articles are believed to be from The Charleston Times, abt. March 1919 MADISON SOLDIER DIES IN GERMANY William Dailey, son of W.F. Dailey, of northwest of Madison, died in a hospital in Germany, March 6, and a message from the Government was received by the father March 15. The young man was with the army of occupation and his death came from a tubercular trouble. He entered service last April going to Camp Funston, Kan., for training and in a few weeks was sent to an Eastern camp. He sailed for France in June 1918 and saw service many months. He was 24 years of age and had many warm friends in this section. The father, one sister, Mrs. Mansur Broaddus, and three brothers, Forrest, Manley and Harry Dailey are surviving relatives. WITH MILITARY HONORS Sixteen former infantrymen and three marines, in full uniform, rendered military honor to their comrade of the World War, William G. Dailey, at Ash, Tuesday, a burial squad officiating at the grave and a bugler rendering regulation calls at appropriate intervals during the service, Five army divisions - the 2nd, 88th, 89th, 35th and 32nd - were represented by the men present in uniform. The body arrived from France, Saturday. Investigation by Undertaker Fred Thompson of Madison revealed the young hero's identification card in the casket and left no room for doubt about who was being buried. An unexpectd incident of the funeral ceremony was furnished by Rev. J.A. Cooper, pastor of the Baptist church at Paris, who arose at the close of Eld. J.D. Powell's address and stated that he felt impelled to say something because he was Dailey's company chaplain at Camp Funston, that they ate in the same mess hall, traveled to the front on the same trains crossed the Atlantic and English Channel on the same boat and went through all the great battles as fellow members of the Fighting 89th. The train on which they left Funston, he stated, passed through Monroe County and this was the last time Private Dailey breathed the air and looked upon the landscape of the locality in which his life had been spen and in which anxious relatives were praying for their soldier sons. Chaplain Cooper told of the burial scenes he had witnessed in France, assuring Dailey's father and friends that Christian rites were always observed and that everything was according to the best American traditions of tenderness and respect. Following the service the casket was carried out by soldiers in uniform, with girls on either side bearing the floral offerings. As the open air was reached a plaintive bugle call from down in the grounds floated out upon the air. The soldiers fell into formation, the burial squad with guns in position. A huge American flag waved in the breeze above the gate seeming to greet the flag-draped casket of the soldier dead. When the grave was filled and the last words were spoken the burial squad presented arms, swung guns into position and fired three rounds by way of salute, just as had been done by another burial squad when Dailey's body was interred in France not so many months before. Private William G. Dailey was 24 years old. He died of tuberculosis in a hospital at Savenay, France March 6, 1919 after having fought with the 89th at St. Mihiel and in the Argonne and after service with the Army of Occupation in Germany. His burial over there was in American Cemetry No. 22. In both peace and war he was a young man of sterling quality and genuine worth. His memory will always be honored by the people of this, his native county. The flower girls at the funeral were Misses Clara Alexander and Leo Evans. The soldiers in uniform were: John C. Atterbury, Craig Frank, Hobart L. Carpenter, John A.L. Brown, Emmett Thompson, Fred and Ray Alexander, Tommie Lamboy, Harold Kent, Alex and Orville Luntsford, Roscoe Howell, Iva Kimball, Ira Near, Bennie Swindell, Cecil Glover, Carl Porter, Emmett Padgett. The soldiers were in command of Lt. John C. Atterbury of the aviation service. ANOTHER STAR OF BLUE TURNS TO GOLD Again the Divine hand of the Almighty and Far Seeing Providence has reached forth and touched the blue star of that flag that signified to the world, and all who passed, that a father had sent forth his son to take his place among the defenders of his country's honor and of the rights of humanity, transforming it into the golden star of one who gave all he and to give, who laid his life upon the altar of a world's freedom. William Gwynn Dailey, third son of W.F. Dailey, was born near Ash, Monroe County, Missouri, September 28, 1894. Answered the Final Bugle Call in Base Hospital No. 69 with the American Army of Occupation, March 6, 1919, age 24 years, 5 months and 8 days. He entered the service in April 1918, being sent to Camp Funston for training, and was placed in the 37th Co. 164 Depot Brigade of the 89th Division of Infantry. In a hsort time he was sent to Camp Mills Long Island, and received training as a machine gunner of the 356 infantry, with which company he saw service at St. Mihil, Toul, Argonne Forest, Metz and on the Meuse River. Twice he was miracleously saved from death; when his companion gunner was shot down at his side, and on the morning of November 11, when the dawn of the eleventh hour alone saved his platoon from complete annihilation. They crossed the Meuse River on the night of November 10, under the cover of a heavy fog to find when the dense mists vanished shortly after eleven, themselves surrounded on three sides by German troops, and the deep Meuse behind. He is survived by a father, W.F. Dailey of Madison, a sister, Mrs. G.M. Broaddus of Madison, three brothers, Forrest and Manley of Moberly, and Harold of Holliday in addition to a vast host of relatives and friends. It seems incredible to me to believe that at last it has come. I cannot believe that my childhood playmate has passed on thru the Valley of the Shadow, yet it is true, and I know he passed "fearing no evil." May I pass as peacefully and assured when my call comes. It seems impossible to believe that his, "Don't worry I am coming back," is never to be fulfilled. But, after all, we seldom achieve our desires of life, human hope is futile. "Fleeting as the dreams of old, they pass away" and "our lives are rivers, gliding free to that unfathomed, boundless sea - the silent grave." But, as he himself believed, "That which was to be, will be," and, as a friend has said, his life was short but good. Thy will not ours be done. 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