Friday, November 11, 2005

Veteran's Day 2005

Ruth had surgery this past Monday and is recovering at home. She very much wanted to post a memory of WWII to honor the veterans of our country on this Veteran’s Day. She agreed to tell me some of her memories and let me write and post for her. I have written what she told me as I understood it. Any errors in facts or syntax are mine. Ruth’s daughter, Joan.

In Honor of My Marine on Veteran’s Day

There are really no words to describe my feelings and probably the feelings of many widows of World War II veterans as we contemplate Veteran’s Day 2005. They tell me that over 1000 WWII veterans are dying daily now. Those living are in their eighties; but to me they are still young men like my grandson, Josh, who is serving in the Army in Germany. They are still those idealistic, brave, vital, young soldiers who willingly went off to war believing that they were helping to assure the safety and freedom of their families. They were willing to serve in spite of great personal sacrifice. They were certainly a part of one of the greatest generations in our country’s history.

Three of my school friends were killed in WWII - Homer Cook, whose airplane was shot down, Red Cole, and Carroll Adams. My brother, Tom, served in the infantry. He and his wife, Rowena, married just before he went into the Army. Rowena lived with my mother, her new mother-in-law, while Tom was away. My brother, Jack, was in the Army Air force. These are just some of the brave men whom we honor this Veteran’s Day.

When President Roosevelt came on the radio early Sunday morning December 7, 1941 and announced that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor, life in the towns and cities of America was forever changed. Our youngest daughter, Joan, was only 2 weeks old, and her big sister, Janice, was not yet three. I vividly remember the terror and anxiety I felt. We’d never before been in war in my lifetime. No one knew what might be next, so days were filled with fear and uncertainty. We were afraid that our mainland would be bombed next.

In the days, weeks, and months that followed, the entire population rallied around the president and our national leadership. Patriotism was strong. Citizens supported whatever the president felt should be done. The immediate response of our nation to the bombing of Pearl Harbor was somewhat like the national response to the events of September 11, 2001, when everyone pulled together and supported one another. We were all uncertain what would happen next and wondered how our individual lives were going to be impacted. Winning the war seemed to be the only focus of the entire population.

Soon the military draft was begun. Women were never drafted, but many volunteered to serve in the WACS and WAVES. Able-bodied young men were eager to sign up. It was the right and patriotic thing to do. They felt a desire, a need, and an obligation to protect their families and their country from threat and to insure our way of life. Charles was in line early – the morning they opened the draft. Because of this he got a low draft number. However, before his number came up and he could be drafted, he, like many others, opted to volunteer instead so that he could choose his branch of service.

In 1943 Charles and two of his buddies from our hometown, Grover Foster and Charlie Miller, were sent to Cherry Point, NC. Later they were stationed in San Diego. Charlie Miller was wounded in the battle of Iwo Jima and was never well again. These three young fathers joined countless others giving years of their lives for the good of their country.

When we learned that Charles was to be shipped to the South Pacific without a furlough, I went out to be with him in San Diego. On the way there (a four day train ride), I came down with scarlet fever. As soon as I arrived at the Marine base, I was quarantined for 21 days. The Marines gave Charles a furlough after all so he could come home with me before he was sent overseas. His first assignment in the South Pacific was in the Caroline Islands.

Back at home, food and gasoline were in short supply because the nation’s resources were going toward the war effort. The government issued ration books to citizens who then had to use the coupons to get supplies such as sugar and gasoline.

Some textile mills switched over to making strong canvas for tents instead of fabrics for civilian clothing, and some mills made cord which was used to reinforce tires for military vehicles. Almost all the mills switched from making goods for regular civilian use to making needed military supplies.

The focus of daily life was to keep abreast of what was happening “overseas.” I remember reading the newspapers from cover to cover every day to find out what was happening and discussing the events with other adults with whom I came into contact in the course of the day. All ears were tuned to the radio anytime a report or a speech came on. There were great, inspiring, and encouraging speeches by Roosevelt and Churchill.

Every night I sat down and wrote a letter to my Marine. Every morning I dressed my two little girls and walked to the Post Office to mail that letter and see if we had a letter from “Daddy.” We usually did. He was a great letter-writer.

Citizens spent whatever “free time” they had doing whatever they could to help with the war effort. Some worked for the Red Cross. Patriotic and Christian groups frequently had rallies and services to support the troops and to encourage each other.

Children’s lives were very different with few male influences in their lives, and the constant talk of war made many of them fearful. A whole generation of children lived without the benefit of their fathers. And those fathers gave up precious early years of their children’s lives in order to preserve freedom for our country. My daughter, Joan, who was not quite 2 years old when her daddy left, didn’t understand what “war” was all about, of course. So when my brother, Jack, came home on furlough, she kept looking behind him, asking, “Where’s Daddy?” Apparently she expected all the soldiers to come marching home in a line.

Finally the war was over. There were community and church celebrations throughout the country. I clearly remember the celebration service our community held. The entire community gathered at the Baptist church in Milstead to thank the Lord for the end of the war. Charles was home on furlough at the time, and our complete family attended together. It was quite a celebration!

Charles had to return to Cherry Point and be mustered out before he could come home for good.

Charles often said in the years after the war that “Buddies” in the service are not just buddies – they are brothers. They all seemed to feel a strong sense of brotherhood and connection with each other, realizing that their very lives were in each other’s hands.

This is what Veteran’s Day 2005 means to me. It means recognition of the sacrifices made – by the soldiers, their families, their children, and the nation as a whole. It means appreciation for what thousands of our fellow citizens have done for me – for US – for their country – not just in WWII but in other wars our country has fought to preserve our freedoms and the freedoms of people throughout the world. I pray that they shall not have lived and fought in vain.

3 comments:

Carol said...

Wow! What a powerful post. I hope you don't mind if I reference it on my blog. Thank you! That should be one of your goals for your blog -- to post stories from your life. Love you - and I'll see you in just a few hours! Carol

Jane said...

What wonderful words! If only more people today could have the same pride in those serving our country. We should praying for our service men and women NOT demonstrating. They deserve to know that America is standing behind them. Thanks for sharing your memories.

beth said...

Mother, I love this. I hope you do what Carol suggests and write more memories.

This is a wonderful tribute to Daddy and the others who have and are serving our country.

Simper Fi