https://www.thetimes.co.uk/edition/register/the-captain-who-could-not-be-killed-mlb5t6pc7
OCTOBER 8, 1918
The captain who could not be killed
In the fighting of Friday and yesterday the adventures of the American Tanks are a thrilling story. Yesterday I visited the headquarters of a Tank unit — a wooden hut, furnished with but a few camp beds and chairs. The commander told how the Tanks preceded the infantry in the attack, how the enemy with anti-Tank rifles and mobile field guns had fired at point-blank range at the advancing monsters, and how the Tanks, shaking off the opposition as a dog shakes off water, had pressed onward, performing every feat that was asked of them.
There was one captain who led his Tanks on foot through the fog. Suddenly he missed his footing and, falling down a trench, discovered to his dismay that 12 Germans were waiting for him. He was promptly disarmed of his pistol and held as prisoner. But only a few moments had elapsed when the nose of a Tank peeped over the top of the trench. The Germans fled before the apparition and the captain, after recovering his pistol, climbed out of the trench and set forth to resume his command. On his way he was knocked over by a shell, and found lying unconscious on the battlefield. He recovered later, and finding that no bones were broken went off again to find his Tanks. This he eventually did, but a gas shell that burst near him penetrated his mask, and he was gassed. He had no intention of giving in, however, and, in spite of all entreaties, continued to lead his Tanks throughout the day, reporting to the headquarters where I was at 7 at night. “What did he say when he reported?” I asked the commander. “Blank, blank, I wouldn’t have given three cents for my life out there.”
This Tank unit has a mascot, a French boy named Leo Gerard, 14 years of age, from Lorraine. He was picked up in France, dressed in khaki, and has made himself quite the pet of the Tanks. He speaks American, is as brave as a lion, willing to go anywhere, even to the front in a Tank, and generally enjoys himself wandering around the lines making friends with all the officers and men. He told me he wants to go to America after the war to study at a university, and then become an officer in the American Army. He is in good hands, for the majority of the Tank officers are men from Harvard and Yale, and other famous universities of the United States.