Ed Johann was aboard USS Solace, a hospital ship, in Pearl Harbor when the Japanese military attacked on Dec. 7, 1941. Though he rescued many casualties, what he remembers most aren't the heroics, but the horrors, the fires, the men. He was only 17.
Johann had joined the military before the war to receive the salary - $21 a month, sending $10 home each month to his parents.
One night about 50 years ago this March, in the Chorwon area in North Korea, there was an earthquake. I was serving with the Third Infantry Division. The next morning - early - I crawled out of my foxhole, made it to mess hall and asked my sergeant if I could go off premises and look around. He said OK.
I walked about a quarter or three-eighths of a mile parallel to the frontline trench, and I saw some fresh dirt to my right. I went about 200 yards and there was a hole in the ground about 40 or 50 feet across, and the dirt on top of it had fallen against the side nearest me.
An American soldier only dies when they are forgotten, and a Tomb Guard never forgets. These men and women are few, only 621 of them have stood watch over the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier since 1958. But why do they remember? Why do they stand guard 365 days a year, seven days a week, 24 hours a day? These questions and more were answered by the newest of the Tomb Guards, or Sentinels — Riley Krebsbach.
Having served in the U.S. Coast Guard regular active duty from July 1968 to July 1972, it was no surprise when the second cutter I was stationed on, a 378-foot weather cutter, the USCGC Morgenthau - then based at the former Governor's Island in New York City - was ordered to set sail for Vietnam in 1970.
As with most servicemen going overseas for the first time on a war mission, I, too, was apprehensive. It was, for me, going into the unknown and uncharted territory. I did't know what to expect or encounter, of course, and wondered what our chances of a safe return would be.
Vietnam veteran Gary Wetzel and his wife, Kathy’s, act of kindness would sprout a seemingly unlikely but deep friendship with a “boisterous” and “sassy” 4-year-old and her family.
But Gary, a Medal of Honor recipient, has been working to help others for nearly 50 years. He often speaks with school groups about military history and patriotism.
I was living in Fairfield, Conn., when World War II broke out. I enlisted in the Marine Corps in August 1942, and was soon followed by two brothers and a sister.
My brother Bernard joined the Army and fought in France and Germany. My brother Harry joined the Navy. A kamikaze pilot sunk his ship.
(I wrote this for an essay project as if someone else interviewed me, just to make the story flow.)
Second Chance - TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) survivor hopes to inspire
If you had a second chance at life, what would you do with it?
Randy Davis, a recently honorably discharged soldier of the U.S. Army Reserve, is living proof of triumphing over tragedy. He is a survivor of a traumatic brain injury (TBI) that almost claimed his life. He survived being shot in the head.
Ernest Shepherd was drafted into the Army in 1943. He hadn't yet graduated high school and had spent his whole life on his father's small farm in Tennessee - twice transplanted by eminent domain - but would soon serve as a medic across the Atlantic in the European theater.
While treating wounded troops in a hospital in Liege, Belgium, Shepherd heard what sounded like a modern-day helicopter. "You knew to hunt a place to hide, find something to get behind," he said. Then, a blast. "It hit about I'd say probably 300 feet from where I was on the second floor." It was a German buzz bomb.
Military Honor & Remembrance
Jerry Quebedeaux enlisted in the Army on Sept. 29, 1959, at 17, to earn educational benefits for attending college upon separation. He met his wife Marie Prejean the night before leaving for the induction center in New Orleans. After completing basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, Mo., in 1959 and advanced artillery training at Fort Sill, Okla. In February 1960, he was assigned to Fort Dix, N.J., to await transport to Bremen Harbor, Germany, upon the transport ship USS Darby.
When Roger Landry was stationed at Wheelus Air Base in Libya during the late 1950s, he and his buddies managed to stay out of serious trouble during their many adventures. But perhaps the most historically significant adventure they took was to see the recently recovered Lady Be Good.
The Lady Be Good had been one of many bomber planes sent from Libya to Naples on April 4, 1943, but it's the only one that never came back. Its nine-man crew was lost with it. With little fuel left, the men decided to bail out.
Varying accounts, however, make the plane itself seem doomed from the start.
Bob Barfield of Philadelphia joined the army at age 17 in 1951. After basic training, he completed Airborne Jump School and was sent to the front lines of Korea with the 5th RCT in the spring of 1952.
Still 17, Barfield was shot through the right shoulder. After recuperating from his wound he requested and received a transfer again to a front line unit and was sent to Co. "F" 7th Infantry Regiment 3rd Infantry Division. On June 14, 1953, Barfield and his company were involved in a bloody hand-to-hand battle for an outpost called the "Boomerang," a battle that lasted about five hours.
I would like to speak of the living veterans who still hold memories of World War II, the Korean War, the Vietmam War and all those younger veterans of the wars in the Middle East, including Iraq and Afghanistan. Every war is different, but all the suffering and pain is the same. They are all about young men and women willing to give part of their lives for America.
Many of these young people were not able to vote before they entered the military. Many never came home to enjoy the joy of parenthood and to hold their child in their arms. How lucky that some of us had that gift.
The Infantry had headed out to sea several times in a Higgins Landing Craft near the coastal town of Barnstable, England, near Plymouth. A sandy seashore beach was there, similar to what we might find on the shores of France. We had mortars aboard, shooting to land on shore in England, to practice for entry on enemy territory. Again and again we fired mortars.
We were orienting ourselves to be prepared. The date, we knew, was coming. We bivouacked among the trees of the country fields. Tents kept off the cold winter sleet and rain. April was coming.
Marilyn Monroe was in Korea as part of the USO entertainment during the Korean War. Army veteran Luis Miranda remembers her visit as an inspiration to soldiers. When her helicopter touched down and she stepped on to the base, the whole atmosphere changed.
"It was a surprise to us and the military service because we were not expecting her," Miranda said. "And after all, she was a very important person in the United States." She would soon marry Joe DiMaggio, he said.
It wasn't just that she was blonde, buxom, beautiful. Everyone knew that.
Pvt. Arnold Rosco Collins is my great-grandfather. He served briefly during World War I and World War II. He never saw combat, but like so many other Americans of his generation, he reported for duty when his nation called.
The Military History of Arnold Roscoe Collins, a Veteran of World War I and World War II: 7 November 1918 to 18 December 1918, and 27 October 1942 to 15 April 1943
Arnold Roscoe Collins was born on 25 April 1897 in Overton County, Tenn., to William and Jane Norrod Collins. He grew up in and around Monterey, Tenn.
LTC (R) Arnold Collins Jr. is my grandfather on my mother's side. I was blessed to grow up around him and get to know him. He told me a few war stories and gave me some good advice. Using his DD 214 and many other orders and papers I received when he died, I was able to piece together his career in the Armed Forces.
Newton Willard Young is my grandfather. I spent many years researching and tracking down information on his service in World War I as well as information about his unit. As a veteran and grandson, I really wanted to know what he did and where he served. Like most families, everyone had a story about what Grandpa did. Sadly, I did not, because my grandfather died when I was 3. All I knew of him growing up was that he served in the war and did not talk about it. In my grandmother's house as a child, I saw a picture of him in uniform. I had no idea what the badges meant at the time.
In March 1964, while working at Grid Services section, there was a request from Col. Black Todo: something for the Skull Valley Indians, who had no toilets or lights and lived on dirt floors. My section laid a cable from the power station to the village and used our surplus tent lights to illuminate each hut. We then put in a septic system separate from the Indian agent's house, who had his own system and refused to improve the village.
The tribal chief who worked in our motor pool was so pleased, the colonel and us had fresh elk bagged by the chief.
I was 17 when I joined the Army Reserve. I went to Fort Polk, La., for basic training and spent six months there.
In November 1963, I re-enlisted in the regular Army and was at Fort Dix, N.J., getting ready to be shipped to Germany when President Kennedy was killed. My MOS was 102, infantry heavy weapons.
In Germany I was with the 24th Infantry Division in Augsburg, Germany. Our unit was sent to West Berlin for three months' assignment, which was a great experience for me during the Cold War years of 1964-1965.
In 1965 I relisted again and became a military policeman in the 24th MP Co.
(In the photo above, Charles Mowbray talks with Leanna Morris, who helped the World War II veteran receive his medals. Photo by Tracy Sahler/Wicomico County Public Schools)
For Charles Mowbray, deciding to share his old battle tales cracked opened history for a group of precocious grade school children attempting to preserve veterans’ stories. For him, helping a friend’s daughters with a school project meant he finally got the recognition he had earned nearly seven decades prior.
The many years before, Mowbray kept all the memories to himself.