Reply With Quote+1 Great photos.Originally Posted by Tokamak
Great pics. Thanks for shariing.
+1 Great photos.
Can anyone ID this cannon?
Once key sites like Customs House and the Post Office were taken, the only way to communicate back to the fleet was through signal flags. The sailors here are on top of the Hotel Terminal calling in indirect fire support. The first man to get on the the roof was killed by sniper fire trying to signal back that the objective was secured.
Interior view of the Mexican Naval Academy damage by naval bombardment.
"The San Francisco's 5-inch gun pounded the Naval Academy, while the Chester raked the Academy and the New Market with two 3-inch deck guns and her 5-in Bow chaser. A near miss blew the roof off the residence of a prominent prostitute and another ignited a money exchange, but on the whole the ships fire was remarkably accurate. 'Had the tax payer at home witnessed the way those upper story windows were put out by the Chester's shells,' Jack London wrote, 'he would never again grudge the money spent of recent years in target practice. At least forty rounds struck the second story of the Naval Academy, huge columns of red dust leaping upwards after each shot went home. The fire from the building ceased within seconds." - Sweetman, Jack. Landing at Veracruz.
The New Lighthouse. USS Chester silenced sniper fire from here.
US Municipal court set up in the city. Seated in the center is Ensign Paul F. Foster USN while serving as Acting Provost Marshall at Veracruz. He was awarded the Medal of Honor for his actions during the landing.
Found more info on this photo so I will repost. Admins, feel free to remove the orginal.
Men from the New Hampshire fighting their way towards the Naval Academy.
The approach began in parade formation until the Mexicans opened with machine gun fire. "When the fire first opened I was at the head of the column talking to Captain Anderson and as he didnt run I couldn't but I sure did want to...The worst of it was that we could see nothing to shoot at." Men were falling now. Curses and screms of "My God! I'm hit, I'm hit" rent the air. The batalion began to waver holding its ground for a moment as the neat files dissolved. Then it broke, and ht leading companies streamed pell-mell back towards the waterfront.
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