Names of The Wereth 11
The victims were:
- Technician fourth grade (T/4) William Edward Pritchett of Alabama
- Technician fourth grade (T/4) James A. Stewart of West Virginia
- Service number 35744547 buried at Henri-Chapelle Plot C Row 11 Grave 2. awards: Purple Heart
- Staff Sergeant Thomas J. Forte
- Service # 34036992 burried at Henri-Chapelle Plot C Row 11 Grave 55 awards: Purple Heart
- Corporal Mager Bradley of Mississippi
- Private First Class George Davis of Alabama
- Service # 34553436 burried at Henri-Chapelle Plot D Row 10 Grave 61 awards: Purple Heart
- Private First Class James L. Leatherwood of Pontotoc, Mississippi
- Private First Class George W. Moten of Texas
- Service # 38304695 burried at Henri-Chapelle Plot E Row 10 Grave 29 awards: Purple Heart
- Private First Class Due W. Turner of Arkansas
- Service # 38383369 burried at Henri-Chapelle Plot F Row 5 Grave 9 awards: Purple Heart
- Private Curtis Adams of South Carolina
- Service # 34511454 burried at Henri-Chapelle Plot C Row 11 Grave 41 awards: Purple Heart
- Private Robert Green
- Private Nathanial Moss of Texas
- Service # 38040062 burried at Henri-Chapelle Plot F Row 10 Grave 8 awards: Purple Heart
Curtis Adams was a medic. Thomas J. Forte was a mess sergeant.
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