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James William Edgar........
He was just in an old country boy. But that was not unique. He was just one of several million "Old country boys" who answered the call, either as a volunteer or a draftee, during the 1940's after Japan's infamous and dastardly attack on Pearl Harbor.
He was born in the backwoods country of Coffee County, Alabama in 1920. He graduated from high school in 1938 and immediately began working in a hosiery mill in Dothan, Alabama. He remained in this job until drafted almost immediately after the Pearl Harbor attack. He was sent to Fort Jackson, S.C. for recruit training. After completion of training he was assigned to a combat unit which was soon shipped to the South Pacific. En route the ship on which they were traveling was torpedoed and sunk by an enemy submarine. He was picked up by another ship heading for Australia. There he was taken in by an Australian family until he could rejoin his outfit.
Jim Edgar was engaged in combat in most of the major battles in the Pacific and in his letters home was beginning to talk of his homecoming. On 10 March 1944, while a member of a mopping up engagement on the island of the Bougainvillea, one of the Solomon Islands, he was fatally shot in the head by Japanese sniper. It was three years later, on 1 July 1947, before his body was returned home and he was buried in the Old Tabernacle Cemetery alongside his father.
He gave his all for his country. His mother was awarded his Silver Star and she accepted the Purple Heart for him. The citation for the Silver Star read:
"When numerically superior Japanese forces attacked our defenses Private First-Class Edgar left his dug-in position in order to deliver more effective fire against the enemy. Seeing a Japanese gun, he worked his way forward and destroyed it with a grenade. While attempting to return to his original position he was killed by enemy fire. His heroic courage and aggressive action delayed the enemy advance and enabled his comrades to withdraw safely."
He was just one of the thousands of selfless heroes of World War II. Today's young people need real heroes such as Jim Edgar to look up to and revere!
Last Full Measure
by Thomas Deas, M.D.
Hugh Summerfield wasn't quite 19 years old. He was a blonde, baby faced lad of about 5ft.9in. from West Virginia. He stood erect in the formation of soldiers in the Company street, 1st Battalion area. he was wearing his glasses at the time and they looked out of place on him. I remember the words, to some extent, for he was being awarded the Silver Star and the Purple Heart. I can still hear the Officer reading the citation:
General orders Number 00-APO 31-00 February 1945 by the direction of the President, under the provision of the Act of Congress, approved 9 July,1918, a Silver Star is awarded by the Commanding General, 31st Infantry Division to the following named Enlisted Man, PFC Hugh Summerfield (SN) ,Medical Department of the United States Army. For gallantry in action on the Driniumor River, near Aitape, British New Guinea, on ( date-1944)
During this action he was severely wounded and without regard for his own safety had saved several of his comrades before being evacuated to a hospital. Just as soon as he was released from the Evac Hospital he finagled his way back to his beloved 1st Battalion of the 124th Infantry Regiment. At the time, we were on Morotai Island and were in the process of staging for the Philippines invasion.
We arrived at Cotabato, Mindanao on 23 April and debarked under peaceful conditions as the 24th Division had landed here a couple of weeks before and headed due East to Davao on the East coast. We were given the assignment to move by land and by boat to Fort Pikit and Kabacan. We reached there about 27 April,1945. Then we headed North up the Sayre Highway, a wide dirt trail through fields of grass 6-7 ft. high and at times through swamps where the road was just two planks about 18 inches for wheels to ride on. Most of the bridges were blown. We passed through dense wooded areas past grass and bamboo huts made by those who lived there or the Japanese.
One river was about 4 feet deep and 50 yards across. We had to build a makeshift bridge to get our 6-7 jeeps across. Our objective was the Kibawe Air Strip where the road to off east to davao. As we passed it on may 6, we had been fighting up the road for nearly 50 miles. That is where we met a large force of well dug in enemy on each side of the road. We fought tooth and toenail and lost many good men to death and wounds.
1st Battalion was stopped and so was 2nd Battalion on the other side of the road. Many were wounded. The Japs would let us advance so far and then come out of their holes and shoot from behind. Their holes were not over 2 ½ feet wide and were 5-7 feet deep with connecting tunnels. It was a devious situation.
The medics spent most of the day trying to get to the wounded and bring them back, an almost miraculous task. PFC Hugh Summerfield worked tirelessly and seemed to have a charmed life as he brought back man after man till dark. Then he was sure that another one of his comrades was alive and in a certain place. Against all warning by his C.O.,PFC Summerfield crawled back out to get his comrade. He didn't come back that night and the next morning our troops advanced again. They found Summerfield lying over a comrade. Both were dead.
The letter to his mother that I wrote was almost as bad as being wounded. I told of his heroism and dedication to his comrades. I sent the Silver Star with an Oak Leaf Cluster and a Purple Heart with an Oak Leaf Clusterbut that letter also contained the love and admiration of the Company of the 1st battalion to which he was attached.
PFC Hugh Summerfield, a man before he was old enough and a Hero before all of his friends and comrades.
Dr.Thomas Deas,M.D. was the Regimental Surgeon in command of the 124th Medical Detachment, 31st Division.
Editor's Note: Landings
of eight thousand Marines on Saipan began on 15 June 1944 in the "the
most violently opposed landing that we ever had." Surprised, the
Japanese, counterattacked. They moved south with a large fleet. The
troops ashore had no idea that US Naval commanders decided to draw ships
supporting the invasion out of danger for the battle of the Philippine
Sea which was a disaster for the Japanese.
Who could ever forget daylight coming
up over the water with not a ship in sight except for the gleaming white
hospital ship anchored out. At sunset the night before there were hundreds
of ships of all sizes and description out there. No one could help but
wonder what was going on. Ashore we were not aware of an impending fleet
action which moved the ships out.
In the nearby town of Charan Kanoa the old sugar mill had been reduced to rubble and only the tall smokestack remained.
A weary Marine sat down at the base of the smokestack to have a cigarette and noticed a telephone wire going up inside the stack.
Charges were placed and the smokestack was knocked down and it was learned that there was an observer at the top who was calling down fire on us. That put an end temporarily to the incoming artillery fire.
There are many more stories to be told about the Saipan operation; in my experience it was probably the most violently opposed landing that we ever had.
Colonel USMC (Ret)
Image from United States Army in World War 2, War in the Pacific, Campaign in the Marianas
Norm, for years I have read books about WWII. But only since I have read comments sent to Kilroy Was Here like yours has it become so real! Thanks!
I wrote this in April before I retired. I have never shared it with anyone. But I think that you will all understand. Hand Salute. Semper Fi. Resume the watch.
CWO3 R. A. Bethke,
"God made Warrant Officers to give the junior enlisted Marine someone to worship, the senior enlisted Marine someone to envy, the junior officer someone to tolerate, and the senior officer someone to respect."
--Fiction and Fact From Dunk's
WHY I AM RETIRING FROM THE U.S.MARINE CORPS
Written by R. A.
They had us stopped.
We were pinned down, stuck in the holes.
Daly stood up.
He yelled "C'mon you Bastards, do you wanna live for forever?"
We moved forward -
But the next objective was easier,
Easier for that crazy stunt
And easier for the ones
Who left us there outside those holes.
Maybe that's what makes legends.
Or could it just be something greater?
All I know is the objective became everything.
It became more important than life
And none of us there held our lives cheap.
I guess that's why I'm still wearing this uniform.
I found something to tag onto that was important.
So important that people I looked up to
Were willing to die for it.
A man won't find many things in one lifetime
That are that important.
When the troops ask now,
I try to tell 'em
Awful hard though
When you try to help folks understand
How to forget about themselves,
To put aside their fears
So they can reach their potential.
Maybe if I help a few of 'em figure it out
A couple of 'em 'll stick around.
Like I did.
I 'spect that Daley himself didn't understand
But he made it all happen with that one yell.
That crazy old Bastard became a legend!
And everyone knows that legends live forever.
|Editor's note: The author, Ray Bethke, after retiring from the Marine Corps became the city's own Computer Guru Laureate. He is founder and CEO of Executive Design, a consulting group. He teaches at a local college, He writes a weekly computer column for the newspaper (the only computer columnist with a real sense of humor) and runs several web sites, ALL worth your time.|
My brother Swede.
Otis (Swede) Welch, , landing boat operator.
As told to his brother
On one trip to the landing beach we got some bad info about the depth. We got in as close as we could get but the troops had to wade in from about waist deep. The Japs were waiting! They had their artillery and automatic weapons homed in on that area. The water was literally red. My landing craft was shot out from under me. The water was so bloody and full of bodies that it made me sick. I began throwing up. I was retching so hard that I was afraid I would drown. I started swimming OUT to sea. I figured I was better off drowning out there than staying where I was. I was later picked up by a returning LVCP.
Bill is a combat veteran of the Korean war himself and has fascinating stories to tell. But, like so many from that bloody mess, he is not ready.
A Tribute to a Great Marine!
Robert Pappas wrote:
This is a note to a retired Marine. He was born
in 1929 and Joined the Marine Corps in 1947. He served in Korea at the
Chosin Reservoir and two tours of combat duty during the Vietnam conflict.
Earlier today I read a piece about IWO JIMA that, like Chosin where you and other Marines fought so valiantly, was a momentous event in annals of the Marine Corps and United States History. Considering the Corps' illustrious history and special character, I think that God will bestow upon many Marines a place of special trust and confidence in the "Great Beyond." That thought suddenly gave meaning to the writer's words in the last stanza of the Marines Hymn, the last part of which reads as follows:
"...If the Army and the Navy ever visit Heaven's scenes, They will find the streets are guarded by United States Marines."
Marines like you have always dedicated themselves to the preservation and furtherance of freedom, liberty and the greatness that this magnificent land enjoys today like no other in the history of the world. Your years of service contributed more toward that greatness than any civilian, no matter how wealthy or powerful, including the holder of the highest civilian office in the United States; for without Marines like you this great land would not be what it is today. For that sir, I, no, we thank you and salute you.
The time will come when each of us will face life's final battle. No one knows the time or place that the call will come to relieve the "Post" on Heaven's streets, but if you get there before I do, tell all my friends, I'm comin' too.
God bless you sir,
Robert. I join you in this heartfelt tribute. Semper Fi Capt. Keller:
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