I am sorry to hear of the passing of Commander Galbraith. My Dad was the Commander of Post 251 in El Campo, TX when National Commander Galbraith came for a visit. I remember him as very professional, and a true gentleman. It was an honor to meet this fine man. My deepest condolences go out to his family.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
My maternal grandfather served during World War I. My father served in the Navy during World War II. My maternal uncle served in the Marines after World War II and was discharged, then joined the Army when the Korean War started and went to Korea. He was with the 2nd Infantry Division. He was in a battle and was captured. He was listed as missing in action until the end of hostilities, when he was accounted for from a list from a captured American doctor that stated that he was treated for malnutrition and pneumonia. He died while he was still a prisoner of war.
-John Davidson of Prince Edward County, Va., Virginia Line, American Revolution
-Dr. Richard Davidson of Kentucky, U.S. Army, Fort Adams, Miss., 1804-1807, and surgeon at the Battle of New Orleans, War of 1812
-Louis M. Davidson of Mississippi, Pvt., Mexican War
-Roland J. Davidson of New Orleans, U.S. Army Air Corps, World War II and Korean War
-Kerry J. Davidson, U.S. Army, Vietnam War
Various other collateral family members in all branches of service, from Revolution to present-day campaigns.
In my family we have had five generations in the Navy. My grandfather, Canadian Navy; my father, Canadian Navy; myself, U.S. Navy, my son, U.S. Navy; and my grandson, now serving in the U.S. Navy as a medical officer.
Harris and Mable Amundson had five sons; four of the brothers served in the U.S. Air Force: Gerald, Dorvin, Roger and Dennis. The fifth son, Kenneth, signed up but was rejected for a medical reason.
Jerry saved my life when I was 7 and he was only 12.
My brother, Gerald C. Amundson, was only two months from completing his senior year at the high school in Benson, Minn., in 1952 when he dropped out of school to join the Air Force.
I remember when I was a kid and my mom told me that my uncle Glenn (Reddick) was assigned to a ship that just happened to be moored right next to the USS Arizona on Dec. 7, 1941.
At the time, when I was 9 years old, that really didn't matter much to me. Later on in life, and unfortunately after my uncle Glenn passed away, I realized what a significant part of history he and his shipmates would play. I never really got a good chance to talk with uncle Glenn, or my Marine uncle on my dad's side of the family.