Jacob Harsh, my great-grandfather, of New Virginia, Iowa, served in the 1st Iowa Cavalry in Missouri, Arkansas and Tennessee in the Civil War.
My father, Cecil P. Harsh, of Murray, Iowa, served in the Missouri 35th Division in France in the Great War. He was a longtime Legionnaire. I think he may have joined in France. He was a member of Post 75 in the Bremerton, Wash., area.
I, Cecil J. Harsh, served in the Army Air Corps in Italy during World War II and am a member of Starr Sutherland Post 227 in Shoreline.
My son, Fredd C.
I am a U.S. Navy veteran with two honorable discharges. At the end of 2013 I decided to embark on a mission to find the veterans parks or memorials within my county (Broward), take pictures and see what can be done to improve them. The improvement might be cleanup, placing new memorials, and/or rebuilding the existing memorials for the new generation of veterans. My first accomplishment was an M-60 tank in the city of Oakland Park that was just rusting away. Well, 10 months later we cleaned and repainted the tank. I am working with the Town of Davie to redo their Veterans Park.
Warren "Bud" Cornock of Frank Wendland American Legion Post 253, Royal Oak, Mich., was recognized by the Navy Operational Support Center, Detroit, at the Naval Reserve Centennial Celebration at Selfridge ANG Base on March 3, 2015.
Bud is a World War II veteran who served on USS Fogg, DE-57, in the Atlantic on convoy duty. In December 1944, Fogg was torpedoed by a German U-boat, which resulted in the loss of the stern section of the ship. Fogg was towed back to the States, fitted with a new stern and returned to action.
I enlisted while attending the University of Chicago in 1942. They sent me to Dartmouth College. I did OK, but opted to fight the war. I was trained as a signalman in flashing light and semaphore. I was then sent to Chickasaw, Ala., to be a signalman on a new destroyer, DD656 Van Valkenburg, a Fletcher-class destroyer. We took the ship on a shakedown cruise in the Atlantic. We stopped over at Bermuda and then returned to the United States to Charleston, S.C. We then escorted a cruiser through the Panama Canal.
Then went to San Francisco. Sailed to Hawaiian Islands.
My grandfather served in the Army in World War I. My father served in the Navy during World War II. He received the Purple Heart for shrapnel injuries he sustained when his ship was sunk during the invasion of the Philippines.
I have two brothers, one who served in the Navy during the Vietnam conflict. He was stationed on an aircraft carrier that flew missions over Vietnam.
My other brother served in the Army as a translator during the Vietnam conflict.
I am a Vietnam veteran, and I would like to put in something for my uncle Clifton M. Booth. He was a World War II veteran in George Patton's Armored Division, 712 Tank Destroyer Battalion. I never learned about his military history until after he died back in 2011. I consider my uncle as one of the many great heroes of any war, that a soldier has to leave his family and go far away to fight for their country. All soldiers, no matter what branch of the service, should be looked at this way. No matter what others think.
Having served in the Marine Corps from February 1959 to August 1968, I am proud to have my grandson (Iraq and Afganistan veteran) and my great-grandson (graduating MCRD on April 3, 2015) following in my tradition as United States Marines.
On Memorial Day 2003, we dedicated a veterans' memorial in Sun City which is part of the city of Georgetown, Texas. It is entitled the Georgetown/Williamson County Memorial. It consists of an 80-foot-wide wall that is 6 feet high. There is a separate wall that is 16 by 6 feet that lists all residents of Williamson County, Texas, who lost their lives in combat back to the Spanish-American War.
The memorial is located within Sun City.
My father, W.D. Tomlinson, served in the Air Force for 27 years as an officer, navigator and pilot. I served in the Air Force as an officer and pilot with three tours in Southeast Asia during Vietnam, and flew 118 combat missions. My cousin Danny Tomlinson served as an officer in the Navy during Vietnam. My brother Richard Tomlinson served in the Marines during Vietnam. My son Todd Tomlinson served in the Army Reserves and was activated during the L.A. riots. Both my sisters' husbands served, one in the Air Force and one in the Navy, during the Vietnam time frame.
Grandfather served in World War I.
Father served in World War II.
I served in Vietnam.
My youngest brother served in Saida War.
Most notable: we all volunteered, as African-Americans. I am proud to have served as I am of my family.
As an 18-year-old kid fresh out of high school in the Naval Reserve, I received my orders after reporting to Treasure Island, San Francisco, for active duty. After a plane ride out of Travis Air Base, a stop in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, and then on to Midway Island, I finally caught up with my ship, USS Maddox DD-731 based out of Long Beach, Calif. Preparing to go on my first West-Pac for naval gun support and enemy interdiction along the coast of Vietnam, little did I know just how demanding and spartan a lifestyle awaited me aboard that ship which became my home for the next two years.
My father was in the Army in the 1920s era.
All my uncles (seven) served in World War II, i.e., Army, Marines, Navy, Army/Air Corps, from pvt. to two-star general (great uncle). One second cousin was on USS Arizona when it went down at Pearl Harbor.
On to Korea, more were still serving for a career, i.e., my brother and I went in the service for a long career as well as three cousins.
On to Vietnam, as we still have family members serving into the 1970s. The 80s, 90s and up above 2000.
I graduated from Highland in May 1967; the Vietnam War had broken a few years earlier. By July I was signed up for the United States Air Force on a short delayment, until my sister Dixie got married. I left for Lackland Air Force Base in San Antonio on Aug. 10 1967. I finished basic training there, and was transferred to Chanute Air Force in Rantoul, Ill., for tech school. I started out with single engine jets; in the 1960s Chrysler was testing a turban-powered car.
The legacy begins long before I was born.
Brother No. 1, born 1925, went to war in the South Pacific for World War II, Navy, returned.
Brother No. 2, born 1926, went to war in the South Pacific for World War II, Navy, returned.
Brother No. 3, born 1929, Went to war in Korea (MIA), Navy pilot. His story was depicted in a book titled "Baited Trap" by Tracy D. Connors.
San Antonio Mayor Ivy Taylor issued a proclamation dated March 15, 2015, offering official congratulation from the Office of the Mayor and members of the City Council for the significant contributions that our members have made since 1919 to the community, state and nation.
The original family name was YAKOWSKI, but my father dropped the "W" during his time in the Army. My branch of the family uses the shortened version of our last name. That being said, my father, Joseph Yakoski, served in the Army during World War II as a truck mechanic. He served in Germany and France during hostilities there. My uncle Henry Yakowski served in the Navy as a seaman. My uncle Francis Yakowski served in the Marines and was in Korea during its hostilities. I, Joseph Yakoski Jr., served in the Navy as an aircraft electrician, becoming an AE-1.
I joined the United States Air force on 9 July 1959. At that time the draft was after every eligible male in the United States. I had told my parents and high school friends that after graduating I would join the Air Force. That did not happen immediately. I went to work at a gas station tending the pumps (this was when you did not have self service). I learned the mechanical side of the car by doing tune-ups and eventually rebuilding engines. When the Vietnam situation was getting hot, I decided it was time to serve my country.
Dobbs-Adams American Legion Post 55, Duncan, Okla., will celebrate The American Legion's 96th birthday Friday, March 13, at the Post Hut located at 321 S 81 HWY., Duncan, by honoring Comrade Odell Hooper for 70 years' continuous membership at this local post. During World War II Hooper's bomber was shot down over Holland. He was taken as a POW in 1944 and on his release in 1945 joined Dobbs American Legion Post 55 (rechartered Dobbs-Adams American Legion Post 55). Hooper will also be presented with a PUFL membership. National, state and local officers and members are expected to attend.
Ken Pridgeon paints a portrait of a fallen servicemember. | Photo courtesy of Portrait of a Warrior
Ken Pridgeon wakes every day to work toward his goal: to paint portraits of each of the Texan men and women killed in action in the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. Since he began in 2010, he has painted more than 150 fallen servicemembers. There are still more than 400 left.
The Portrait of a Warrior Memorial Gallery in Baytown, Texas, holds the completed paintings, and Pridgeon said about 100 people a week file in for tours.
This story is about the six Phillips brothers who all served in the U.S. Armed Forces during World War II at the same time. Six brothers serving at the same time during war is a remarkable thing - all of them surviving to return home is amazing. The Phillips family was from Syracuse, N.Y., and these men were my wife's uncles. I have attached a copy of a Syracuse newspaper story about them; I would guess that it would be dated later in the war years. I have seen various stories about multiple siblings being on active duty during times of war, but never six, and sadly all didn’t survive.
Charles and Bea Turner had been married over 50 years before their deaths, but only knew each other four days in the Army Air Corps. My dad flew in a B-24 over the Burma Hump during the war (India to China). My mother was a WAC during the war, and packed parachutes and refueled planes back in the States. At the end of the war they met in Detroit (ROMULAS AIR BASE) ready to be discharged. My dad was from PA and mom from MI, so instead of going their separate ways a justice of the peace married them and they lived in PA all their lives.
My father served in the U.S. Army for 27 years and retired as a W-4. I served
six years and got out as an E-5. My oldest served four years in the Air Force and got out as an E-5. My grandson is still serving in the Air Force as an E-6 with 12 years' service, currently assigned in Afghanistan, should be returning in June. That's a total of 48 years. I'm proud of this. My Dad was Cliff H., I am Cliff Sr., my son is Cliff Jr., his son is Cliff III, his son is Cliff IV. Carrying on the family tradition.
Every year our post represents The American Legion by holding a birthday party at Hallmark Nursing Home here in Mount Vernon, Iowa. We bring in a cake and serve the vets who are staying there. Ice cream and drinks are provided by our host. Happy birthday to our Legion, Hahn, Howard Post 480.
I departed from my beautiful Island of Puerto Rico and joined the Air Force. Back in those days racial bias was an ongoing thing in the United States of America, but not back in Puerto Rico where the color of a person didn't matter as long as that person had money. The bias back home depended only on whether a person was rich or not.
I was sent to Lackland AFB in Texas for basic training.
I was in the Air Force for 28 years, from 1952 through 1980, serving during the Korean and Vietman wars. I retired as an E-8 (SMS), earning among others the AF Commendation Medal with 2 oak leaf clusters and the small arms marksman medal. Basic training was at (now defunct) Parks AFB, Calif., (near Fairfield - 12 weeks at that time), and tech schools at Biloxi, Miss. (1952-1953 for Intercept Operator and 1963-1964 for Computer Maintenance Specialist).
The McLean brothers were from a small farm town in South Dakota called Gettysburg. There were six of them who served in World War II. Their names were Hugh, Charles, Robert, John, Roy and Donald. They all came home. Hugh had shell shock, and Donald lost an eye and part of his face, but at least they came home. Their younger brother Calvin served in Korea. Their mother Eda was a proud Gold Star Mother. They are all gone now, but certainly not forgotten.
They were my uncles and I am so proud to say so.
We lived in a farm community outside of Pittsburgh, and all nine boys from our family served in the military: Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines. Four served during World War II, and five were Korean War veterans. We have all served in The American Legion, although presently I am the only one still a member, of Post 273, Madiera Beach, Fla. I am the youngest of my brothers. My grandson has spent many tours of duty in Iraq and Afganistan as a helicopter pilot.
We were always so proud to serve our country.
My father, CM Sgt. Paul H. Niemeyer (retired), enjoyed many firsts in his long military career. He enlisted in 1943 and was stationed in Okinawa during World War II. He was the LAST enlisted pilot in the Army Air Corps, and flew as a crew chief for many years and was allowed to taxi jet fighters. He was last licensed to taxi the F-86D at Ethan Allen Air Force Base in Winooski, Vt. Dad was the first E-8 (SM Sgt.) made in the Air Force and the second E-9 (CM Sgt.) in the Air Force. Both Dad and a good friend of his had the same time in service and date of rank as M Sgts.
Navarro County, Texas, Johnson-Wiggins Post 22 in Corsicana is celebrating the Legion's 96th birthday by having a birthday cake and champagne at the post. This event is open to our friends and neighbors here in Corsicana.