tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50503934433890351042024-02-07T17:19:28.045-08:00Camp Cecil PerkersonUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-52986229901034996132015-02-15T20:20:00.003-08:002015-02-15T20:20:50.480-08:00Valentines Day 2015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Legion Post 186 in Greenville celebrated Valentines Day with a dinner and fine entertainment
at post headquarters. The after dinner program was delightful with Carolyn and
Bill Barnes and Jack Couch singing and playing guitars to familiar love songs
that had the room joining in. Proving the veterans are still light on their
feet the dance floor was open and quickly filled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Gordon, Suzanne Tigner, Miriam Holliday, and Anne Threadgill thoroughly enjoyed
the meal, music, and Valentine skit that entertained the crowd at the legion.
Couples told their favorite valentine story: Bill and Gail Coffee were in California
and appeared on the Newlywed Game where they won the grand prize-a boat-but had
to turn it down as they didn’t have the money to pay the taxes on it! Caroline
and Bill Barnes met at Callaway Gardens as she was part of the FSU Flying
Circus that came to perform in the summer. Honeymoons spent fishing and
squeezed in during the war years highlighted the tales.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Age court jesters (standing wearing caps) Toots Hobson and Jane Morrison wove a
medieval tale about the Princess Regina “Pat” and her knightly guard Prince Henry
and their love story which unfolded beginning when they met at the swimming
pool at Roosevelt many an age long since. In truth it was a Valentine story of
a 72 year old romance with the tale finishing with Pat and Henry Barnes being
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with Linda Wilburn drawing the lucky number and winning the crystal cake stand
and, shown here, Lelia Freeman winning the money tree that added up to $50 in
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-37988138594981590442014-12-14T19:02:00.001-08:002014-12-14T19:02:12.789-08:00Christmas 2014<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBDfXf52m_tS-fJ_KiTwiJJ9YwJLdAfKj3Tof-W1ME7qK4wSwfVx-_qGUKm1Q3IrKMNNoe2Y9Hn1sQbCFf0pe5a0nG0IUmIrJe_88NXYdbQ-JCtvyW2UUg6K-9-rIF2D4pwG_8KQoN0I/s1600/IMG_9397tree5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBDfXf52m_tS-fJ_KiTwiJJ9YwJLdAfKj3Tof-W1ME7qK4wSwfVx-_qGUKm1Q3IrKMNNoe2Y9Hn1sQbCFf0pe5a0nG0IUmIrJe_88NXYdbQ-JCtvyW2UUg6K-9-rIF2D4pwG_8KQoN0I/s1600/IMG_9397tree5.jpg" height="400" width="266" /></a>American Legion Post 186 in Greenville held its annual Christmas dinner and party on Saturday, December 13, 2014. The Legion was decorated beautifully for the event by Toots Hobson and Jane Morrison. Post Commander Daniel Morgan checks out the patriotic tree decorated by Morrison who is showing it to her great niece Ansley Harper.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-66927483478637279852014-11-24T04:52:00.002-08:002014-11-24T04:52:22.045-08:00Merry Christmas<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: black;">American Legion Post 186 Christmas will be holding its annual 2014 Christmas Celebration.<span> </span>American Legion Post 186 located on the Gay Highway in Greenville will celebrate the holiday season by having a Christmas Party/Dinner on Saturday13 December 2014 starting at 5 pm. The cost is<span> </span>$5.00 per person. Widows of former Post members attend free of charge.<span> </span>There will be a Christmas gift exchange for those who wish to participate. Women should bring a $5.00 to $10.00 gift for a woman and men bring a $5.00 to $10.00 gift for a man.<span> </span>Tickets can be purchased at the door.<span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-32645445092411230172014-11-10T18:38:00.000-08:002014-11-10T19:22:13.597-08:00Veterans Day 2014<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Honoring our veterans: Hawg Heaven BBQ
was the site of the third annual service recognizing our local veterans. Scotty
Jones welcomed the group. Twenty six quilts of valor made by the Hummingbird
Quilt Guild and the Thursday night sewing group were given to veterans. Ted and
Pat Williams at Hawg Heaven served a buffet breakfast and Randall Hodge, pastor
of the Church of God in Hogansville led the service. Sandy Whitlock announced the
veterans. Eural Cash was the military representative currently in active
service; Henry Barnes was the eldest attended and served in World War II while
all others served in Korea or Vietnam. Gary Jones displayed his float.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Dollar, Alexander Kapaona, Dan Morgan, Thomas Winkles, Vernon Phillips, Ed
Hobson, Doug Jewell, Charles Hinton, Willie Wood, Steve Whitlock, Larry
Whitlock, Chet Hunt, Tony Johnson, Harold Corbett, Ton Tigner, Charlie McCamey,
Larry Dunaway, Claude Harman, John Norris, Robert Boddie, William Barber,
William Christie, Nathaniel Benitz, Colanda Cox and Eural Cash.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">The
Franklin D. Roosevelt-Cecil Perkerson American Legion Post 186 in Greenville
hosted a flag retirement ceremony and Olde Glory presentation assisted by
Greenville Boy Scout Troop 104 on Monday 12 May, 2014 at the legion’s post.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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solemn and impressive ceremony enumerated the many battles the flag had flown
in over our country’s 200+ years. The legionnaires, Scouts, and their families
sang the National Anthem and “You’re a Grand Old Flag” by Cohan during the
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Jim Mabon highlighted the accomplishments of Scouting since its founding in
1910. Patrol Leader Caleb London led the Folding the Flag ceremony as each of
the twelve folds is a tribute or represents an important tenet or symbol of
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torn with the blue field of stars burned first then each red and white strip individually
torn and burned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Scouts saluted the
flag as it was added to the flames with the words, “Rest in Peace.” A full
table of worn, faded, and tattered flags was retired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Commander Daniel Morgan led the group inside for a grilled summer meal. In
other business, the legion accepted the nominations committee’s choice and
voted in officers: Commander Daniel Morgan, Adjutant Larry Dunaway, Senior Vice
Commander Harold Daniel, Jr. Vice Service Officer Danny Williams, Jr. Vice Activities
Officer Robert McCutcheon, Jr. Vice Grounds and Building Officer Wayne McCutcheon,
Finance Officer Pete Johnson, Historian Ed Hobson, Chaplain Tom Winkles, and Sargent
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-62237002943259690352014-03-23T13:58:00.003-07:002014-03-23T13:58:43.874-07:00Location, Location, LocationPrime real estate: The American Legion Post 186 in Greenville would like to offer the post as a "yard sale" location on Cotton Pickin' Fair weekend. If you would like to reserve a space for your items for sale, call <a href="tel:706%20601%203077" value="+17066013077">706 601 3077</a>. The spaces will be on a first come basis.<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-19566610756644995362014-03-11T11:10:00.004-07:002014-03-13T19:13:35.801-07:00Franklin D. Roosevelt-Cecil Perkerson American Legion Post 186 Change of Command Ceremony<br />
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Post 186, on Monday, March 10, 2014, as well as recognizing World War II veterans
for their service and honoring Post Commander Alfred “Buster” McCoy for his
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has served as Post Commander from 2004 to 2014 and his leadership is
evident.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>McCoy said he took pride in the
accomplishments of the post because the talent was there, he said, and he felt
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being enjoyed by the current large membership of legionnaires. McCoy added that
the state meetings he attended were a resource of inspiration and ideas that he
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to see him honored: his wife Theresa, daughters Melanie London and Amy Dees and
his grandchildren Caleb and Josh London, and Abby, Austin, and Ansley
Dees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not present due to school
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included a large congratulatory cake for McCoy, Commander Morgan thanked members for procuring a display case for the several wool uniforms worn by
different branches of the military; Morgan announced that Greenville’s Boy
Scout Troop will help the veterans with the Flag Retirement Ceremonies to be
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On <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1855755781" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">March 10th,</span></span> we will have a Change of Command ceremony at the post. We want to invite our members and their spouses to come and thank Post Commander Buster McCoy for his ten year service as leader of our post.<br />
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On <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1855755780" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">May 12th, </span></span> we will have have a "Flag Retirement" celebration. It is a time for the area to bring in their old, used flags to burn. Jim Mabon and Greenville's Boys Scouts will do the honors for us at the Post 186.<br />
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Post 186 is working with Laurie Pate at Greenville High School to identify two junior to sponsor for a week at the Boys State Training Center in June.<br />
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Also, we would like to invite vendors to set up in front of the post with their yard sale items. This would be the weekend of the Cotton Pickin' Fair. We hope this will catch on as a monthly event to set up and sell We will have refreshments at the post.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-85583699405636524832014-02-19T19:28:00.005-08:002014-02-26T19:39:35.464-08:00Christmas 2013<br />
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dish dinner and arranged the musical entertainment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Morgan encouraged the veterans to let people
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Legion Post 186 in Greenville will celebrate the holiday season with a
Christmas Party and Dinner on Saturday the 14<sup>th</sup> at 5 pm. The cost is
$10 per couple and $5 for singles. There will be a Christmas gift exchange with
each woman bringing a $5 gift for a woman and men a $5 gift for a man.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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opening the service singing “God Bless America,” Sally Estes on the piano with
a medley of hymns of the service branches, Bill and Carolyn Barnes encouraging
the congregation to sing along with “It’s a Grand Old Flag,” Mary Washington
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she said good bye to her son Tim as he traveled to Afghanistan and then Iraq.
The worries and prayers for her son in combat never stopped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Post Commander Buster McCoy reflected on the many activities engaging the post in 2012: touring the Little White House Open House for Veterans, the Memorial Day Service in Manchester, the Iraqi Veterans’ Parade in Rome, Veteran’s Day Service, Veterans’ Parade in Manchester, sponsoring the 1953 B25 Memorial at Dowdel’s Knob. McCoy asked those present to raise their hands asking who could remember where they were on December 7<sup>th</sup>, seventy one years ago.</div>
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Camp Cecil Perkerson Veterans Club and Post 186 of the American Legion held an inspiring Veteran's Day Ceremony at Greenville United Methodist Church. Leading the ceremonies: Post Commander Buster McCoy, left, with the devotion given by Rev. Jan Oglesbee, closing remarks and benediction by Rev. Jonathan Porter, musical tribute by Mary Washington, and guest speaker, Assistant Commissioner of the Department of </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;">Veterans</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"> Services Dan Holtz. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-50162561115385890882012-02-05T20:45:00.000-08:002012-02-10T13:01:59.819-08:002011 Legionnaire of the Year: Larry Dunaway<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78pI0r-5XBdFRx3PjQ-9SbvMiLHZM_5Ax5RmYVxWEtP9FuJLLQivM5ueFeqboLekp620hsC07ottFedns1X-TnBVRtbyT_8zGH9TVLNMum1_WGhJLPKfyufoWwlhbnQxpAbn8wO7D5P0/s1600/jeep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78pI0r-5XBdFRx3PjQ-9SbvMiLHZM_5Ax5RmYVxWEtP9FuJLLQivM5ueFeqboLekp620hsC07ottFedns1X-TnBVRtbyT_8zGH9TVLNMum1_WGhJLPKfyufoWwlhbnQxpAbn8wO7D5P0/s400/jeep.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This past December at the annual American Legion Christmas Party in Greenville, Larry Dunaway was named Legionnaire of the Year at Post 186, Camp Cecil Perkerson. <br />
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The Air Force Reservist earned the acclaim for a project he began two years ago that has had the full support and enthusiasm of the veterans group: the restoration of an Army Jeep.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Years ago, Donald Roberts had been encouraging Dunaway to go out into his pasture and rescue a Jeep from the many he had stockpiled there. When Dunaway was discussing it with Larry Whitlock, Steve Whitlock overheard and offered the old Jeep that had for years been behind the Sheriff’s Department. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
Dunaway went to look at it, and other than cutting out a tree that had grown up through its middle, thought the 1952 Jeep MA38A1 had possibilities.<br />
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“It might have seen service in Viet Nam,” but Dunaway can only guess as the Jeep appeared long ago during one of Sheriff Dan Branch’s terms of office, “but we just don’t know its history.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
Dunaway, who grew up in DeKalb County, often came to Meriwether to his grandfather’s farm. He knows his way around tools and motors: he attended Southern Tech studying Mechanical Engineering but got the best hands on experience in the Air Force Reserves for twenty three years. Seven years were as a technician at Dobbins which was akin to active duty.<br />
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He was in the First Gulf War under “Storming Norman” in a unit that operated C130’s out of the UAE. He later spent time in Central America in Honduras and Panama where they performed numerous civil engineering projects like helping build schools, clinics, and digging wells. “We knew we had given something when you brought running water to a community or it had a school thanks to your efforts" he said. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
Dunaway ran the Frisbee Golf Course on Highway 54 between Luthersville and Hogansville for years and put his engineering to work as he manufactured bags for athletes to carry their specialized gear and made portable scoreboards that he shipped to all parts of the world that held Frisbee Golf Tournaments. <br />
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As the industrial development began in the northern part of our county, he sold the farm and moved his grandfather’s farmhouse and outbuildings to Wilbur Keith Road. He added a garage/workspace like no other around. This man cave is the envy of any mechanic, as it can hold dozens of cars and equipment and can even accommodate Dunaway’s 26 foot sailboat. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
The two year restoration did not always go smoothly. The hardest challenge was the rust and parts would disintegrate with the turn of a wrench. But Dunaway got the engine running, redid the cooling system, and replaced anything with rubber parts or tubes that had decayed.<br />
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“The parts, pieces, and paint are readily available,” Dunaway pointed out, with Combat Cash on the Discovery Channel being a fount of information and military magazines having parts suppliers with many offering discounts or donating pieces to someone restoring military history. Dunaway is also a member of MVPA-Military Vehicle Preservation Association.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
This last fall the jeep was pulled through the Veteran’s Day Parade in Manchester with the Greenville legionnaires riding proudly aboard. In 2012 Dunaway will have the brakes redone and in driving shape for the parade. Ideally he would like to keep the Jeep under cover but on display and able to be used by the Legion, its owner.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This model Jeep has a maximum speed of about 40-50 mph and as a backup has manual windshield wipers. It would have had a removable green canvas top and doors. <br />
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His “Barn Find” holds a special place in his heart as he grew up in the era of hearing rumors that you could buy Jeeps left from the wars that came in a box for $50 and they could be put together. He always dreamed of doing so even though there really were no such buys. But he says “this is my Jeep-my Barn Find” and labor of love that only took two or three hundred hours of restoration!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Many thanks to Kelly Ledford for taking photos and sharing them.<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-13039852407244744162011-07-05T10:56:00.000-07:002011-07-06T07:33:46.233-07:00Kisses and Cognac from the liberated French villages and too close a brush with Death<div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><i>Greenville’s American Legion FDR Post 186 has been conducting interviews at Camp Cecil Perkerson of our World War II veterans for the Library of Congress’ Experiencing War: Stories from the Veterans’ History Project. </i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i> </i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><i>The following interview of Lelia Cheney Freeman and her daughter Patricia took place in June, 2010 and concerned Lelia's husband and Patricia's father, the late Ben Freeman.</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1w05XuXTSyi69kEmhwIwLDY_ig-VNIjAotqg6b7_-Qs4jicGhXJhIXSkeSC4kftAxfOrebAR8j3A_af5pPO_qhtYcMYTMp0gn8wYcoz-sAOOFEub87doUc8dpJZpJ3kkBEmUJdfUTMSM/s1600/IMG_5315captainfreeman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1w05XuXTSyi69kEmhwIwLDY_ig-VNIjAotqg6b7_-Qs4jicGhXJhIXSkeSC4kftAxfOrebAR8j3A_af5pPO_qhtYcMYTMp0gn8wYcoz-sAOOFEub87doUc8dpJZpJ3kkBEmUJdfUTMSM/s320/IMG_5315captainfreeman.jpg" width="221" /></a></div> Benjamin Rosser Freeman III was born on January 31, 1917 in Greenville, Georgia. With the exception of his years at Emory University for undergraduate and law degrees and his time in the Army, he lived in Greenville all of his life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He married Lelia Sims Cheney in 1948.<br />
Freeman went to Emory at Oxford and got his BA degree and law degree from Emory and because Emory had no ROTC he went to Civilian Military Training Camps at Anniston, ALA and then at Ft. McClellan. He also took related correspondence courses which earned him the rank of Second Lieutenant. He made $1.50 a week and was given $4 dollars for transportation. Student soldiers at that time would hitchhike to save money. In their spare time, they loved to go in the caves in Anniston and used Coke bottles for light with a strip of blanket for a wick.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Ten months before Pearl Harbor, Freeman enlisted and gave up over five years of his life for his country. He had worked a year after law school but decided to enlist in Feb. 1941 before Pearl Harbor that December. He went to Ft. McClellan to sign up and was sent to Ft. Benning. He was like Brer Rabbit in the briar patch, Lelia says, it was great to be fifty miles from home, and he could stop to see his mother in Greenville.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Freeman entered the Second Armored Division, 41<sup>st</sup> Armored Infantry Regiment, but soon transferred to the 36<sup>th</sup> Armored Infantry Regiment of the 3<sup>rd</sup> Armored. He received promotions to First Lieutenant, then Captain. His final assignment was intelligence officer for the 7th Armored Division, HQ 48th Armored Infantry Battalion.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> After training at Camp Polk, Louisiana (Swamp Polk!) and training in the Mohave Desert in California, Freeman came back to Benning for a second time. General George Patton, Jr. was in command and he addressed the troops saying, “Gentlemen, we are getting ready to shove off. I want you to look to your left and look to your right. One of you men will not make it back.” Sobering thought.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcZk2u9JJp2Wb-9EZxVeDcq46V6Y7uKJr12XnXpk47pjZOVUSkNpMY7m6B1PkUk9CiZDPg05C6TtG83Q2eP2JMZCn7UnRmWSJjc8INwIvRr_WQ0gn2mqClfaFdKP5kaUCUHpo5AYauqE/s1600/IMG_5307family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcZk2u9JJp2Wb-9EZxVeDcq46V6Y7uKJr12XnXpk47pjZOVUSkNpMY7m6B1PkUk9CiZDPg05C6TtG83Q2eP2JMZCn7UnRmWSJjc8INwIvRr_WQ0gn2mqClfaFdKP5kaUCUHpo5AYauqE/s320/IMG_5307family.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Freeman’s unit sailed for overseas duty on the war time, stripped down Queen Mary where they were packed like sardines, he said, on the former luxury liner. They were sent to Scotland near Glasgow and then to the Salisbury plain near Stonehenge. They sailed the same date as D Day, and he later told Lelia he was thankful he was not on the beaches on D Day and if he had to be wounded he was so glad it was before the Battle of Bulge as he was cold natured!</div><div class="MsoNormal"> When they did sail and land at Omaha and Utah Beaches, the beaches had been cleared. Their first engagement in the Battle of France was at Senonches where they lost their first men. Chartres followed and it was quite battle with three American columns attacking the city from the north, east, and south to capture the vital transportation hub. After Chartres, Freeman’s 48<sup>th</sup> Armored Infantry Battalion made one of its greatest accomplishments: they were the first Allies to cross the Seine River. 88 mm shells rained down on them, but they made the crossing and routed the enemy. Other important achievements were establishing a beachhead on the Marne, freeing 150 cities as they pressed through Melun, taking “Radio Paris” the Nazi radio propaganda outlet, and liberating Chateau-Thierry, La Ferte Gaucher and Montmirail, Provins, and Verdun. It was at Verdun that Ben’s battalion ran out of gas. Freeman was in twenty three engagements before he was wounded.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> When they liberated the villages, the American forces received the gratitude of the French. The people would come out with praises, raise the two country’s flags and bring gifts: cognac, eggs, vegetables plus smother them with kisses. It was very different when they got to Alsace Lorraine-all the windows were shuttered and locked as the people were German there and not happy about the situation.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Recouping after Verdun and being without petrol, they headed for Metz, a heavily fortified city which has resisted wartime sieges throughout history. On September 14<sup>th</sup> at 3 p.m. during a lengthy and costly siege, Ben was wounded. As an intelligence officer, he was interviewing a German prisoner when shrapnel from mortar fire slashed through his helmet, grazing his forehead and seriously wounding his eye and face. He dashed up the road to a culvert and aid station, and Colonel Durante, the doctor, used his last bandage on Ben and gave him sulphur and morphine. He was rushed to an evacuation unit and while on a gurney being pumped with meds he insisted on keeping his helmet. At every aid station and at every field hospital, the staff would try, first thing, to take his helmet. Weak and groggy and in pain as he must have been, he refused, gripping it tightly between his legs. And so he carried it with him all the way, and today it is treasured by his family. A photograph of his slashed helmet hangs on the wall of American Legion Post 186. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"> From the last field hospital near Verdun, he was flown to a stopover at 98<sup>th</sup> General Hospital in England, and on by ambulance and train to the 83<sup>rd</sup> General Hospital in Wales just over the border from Chester, England. Prospective recovery promised to be slow, so Freeman asked for Judge Advocate duty in Chester which he enjoyed between surgeries. This hospital stay lasted about four months.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5SpFmbXse-yFqIZlyoS1pgmFeDn522t0tRYBqPgEOKTzxtuZGqHZ9YS9tbCTOzGadW3w7oaKhg5Er252-Mnm6TEB3x-43PFq_1ostuA-bMgAbBiNzh75zUeZtfgrIHYPWmo_hOexqUc/s1600/IMG_5320benlookingathelmet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb5SpFmbXse-yFqIZlyoS1pgmFeDn522t0tRYBqPgEOKTzxtuZGqHZ9YS9tbCTOzGadW3w7oaKhg5Er252-Mnm6TEB3x-43PFq_1ostuA-bMgAbBiNzh75zUeZtfgrIHYPWmo_hOexqUc/s320/IMG_5320benlookingathelmet.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> In January, 1945 he was transferred to O’Reilly General Hospital, Springfield, MO which would be his home until spring of 1946. Continuing surgeries were done, but as usual he made lasting friendships with numerous patients and nurses.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> In September, 2000, Freeman and his wife Lelia, attended a 7<sup>th</sup> Armored Reunion in Springfield and visited the hospital site. Now the home of Evangel College, WWII barracks buildings are still in use there interspersed with fine brick buildings.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Captain Freeman was discharged May, 1946 receiving the Purple Heart, Bronze Star, and other medals. He served five years and three months, lost 80 % of his sight in one eye, but he never complained about any time in service.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> An enthusiastic member of the 7<sup>th</sup> Armored Division Association (of Veterans), he served it as Judge Advocate. An annual highlight for him was always the reunion his “old army buddies” held in various parts of the country, and he returned from his last only a few days before his death.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Ben loved his local American Legion Post 186, enjoyed its meetings, and supported fund raisers which resulted in building their impressive headquarters. For the Post’s September 2000 meeting, Ben was asked to be the speaker for the evening. He related his army experiences with his usual humor, dedication, and patriotism. When the Legionnaires met only one month later, he was gravely ill and died the following day.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnHRDDtmWG1wECQFmz8T7Q8j3_Vj7AyCJEJM0YzAoJP58DQlJkzHTYiab25_ytFYT2L6EkyPyUn9ldHI-oxqE1c_AGMDOBTlHDc-Ayn-md3VxSBKTBcQAT4YBF6L2NS8at-fvOptZQoM/s1600/IMG_5312helmetonflag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgnHRDDtmWG1wECQFmz8T7Q8j3_Vj7AyCJEJM0YzAoJP58DQlJkzHTYiab25_ytFYT2L6EkyPyUn9ldHI-oxqE1c_AGMDOBTlHDc-Ayn-md3VxSBKTBcQAT4YBF6L2NS8at-fvOptZQoM/s320/IMG_5312helmetonflag.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Ben’s wife, Lelia Cheney Freeman was born and grew up in Washington, Ga and met Ben after the war. He had come back to Greenville to practice law and Lelia was dating his best friend. Lelia was working in Savannah 200 miles away and at every opportunity Ben started driving there. They courted there, and Lelia told him she would not have left Savannah for anyone but him. </div><div class="MsoNormal"> Lelia was at UGA during World War II which she describes as a girls’ school with the men the all gone off to war. But life went on and they were very aware of the war. She gave blood until she was told she was too anemic. Lelia went to the Women’s Club and rolled bandages to be sent to the Red Cross. She learned to knit and laughingly said she had no knowledge of knitting and started with the hardest item: gloves. </div><div class="MsoNormal"> There was rationing in the U.S.: sugar and gas. Art supplies for Lelia’s studies at UGA were also hard to come by. When she later learned Ben’s outfit had run out of gas before Verdun and it reminded her of those here who cheated to get gas. </div><div class="MsoNormal"> In the years after World War II, Lelia and Ben visited the surgery in Wales-now a private home-as well as where he was wounded in Alsace Lorraine. Ben found the area around the steel mill where the mortar trajectory had fired on him and there were daisies growing there. Lelia and Ben both said they were thankful Ben was not pushing up those daisies!</div><div class="MsoNormal"> Enlisting in February 1941, Freeman was dismissed from the Army in May, 1946 after being wounded in September, 1944. He then came to Greenville and set up law practice. Freeman passed away in October, 2000.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-67055475886624378802011-03-14T20:36:00.000-07:002011-03-14T20:36:13.812-07:00Legiononie's Cafe Italiano<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxglT6wtjpR7bOkG7GFbRAYCsg98p1VkNi98mRs0ROCn8Z3n-R4pq9ZPw6OIm__nkt9m2utASPd5gt-RjV6ZxTk1HnA2kkm_wBjS9UXkrXw7vrzUOp9I6-c6KKSOFRTU1ZHgf-l_KVeA/s1600/IMG_4556ladiesnt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBxglT6wtjpR7bOkG7GFbRAYCsg98p1VkNi98mRs0ROCn8Z3n-R4pq9ZPw6OIm__nkt9m2utASPd5gt-RjV6ZxTk1HnA2kkm_wBjS9UXkrXw7vrzUOp9I6-c6KKSOFRTU1ZHgf-l_KVeA/s320/IMG_4556ladiesnt.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Cead Mile Failte” or a hundred thousand welcomes was the Irish greeting for the American Legionnaires and guests at Camp Cecil Perkerson in Greenville at their monthly meeting held Monday, March 14<sup>th</sup>. Being the week of St. Patrick’s Day but having lots of pasta and sauce on hand, the Irish and Italian cultures conveniently intertwined for a delicious spaghetti supper. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Standing by the Irish decorations provided by Toots Hobson are Miriam Holliday, Isabel Keller, Mary Anne Harman, and Babs Gordon. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-51434322416406761292011-03-07T09:02:00.000-08:002011-03-07T09:02:16.508-08:00John Albert Swanson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguZGie-GtFhO5Nrq7JvJ4TijUDZXn3ioQlLnwwx1XwhZdsmKlfrTcbgMQCgo1k-mAd-CtxndBudWix1RMK42gqmJM8kA7AloZ_tYp0IjEE_OvxLLo2x4xbgb_m94jq_D8IG3qtumgE51g/s1600/IMG_1411swanson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguZGie-GtFhO5Nrq7JvJ4TijUDZXn3ioQlLnwwx1XwhZdsmKlfrTcbgMQCgo1k-mAd-CtxndBudWix1RMK42gqmJM8kA7AloZ_tYp0IjEE_OvxLLo2x4xbgb_m94jq_D8IG3qtumgE51g/s400/IMG_1411swanson.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">Greenville’s American Legion FDR Post 186 has been conducting interviews at Camp Cecil Perkerson of our World War II veterans for the Library of Congress’ Experiencing War: Stories from the Veterans’ History Project.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></i></span><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;">The following interview of John Albert Swanson was conducted on March 4,<sup> </sup>2010 and is in his own words.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was born November 27, 1924 in Greenville on Jarrell Road in Meriwether County. I went to the Jarrell Road school, near where Meade was, and walked to school-about two miles everyday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had two teachers and the school went through the 7<sup>th</sup> grade. One teacher was for grades 5-7 and the other for children up to 5<sup>th</sup> grade. After 7<sup>th</sup> grade, I walked to Greenville to school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My buddy was Lonnie Thrash, and we walked through the fields to Methodist Hill where the old school was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My dad worked in Manchester, and when it rained he automatically stopped by and picked me up and even got me out of school. I dropped out in the 8<sup>th</sup> grade, but I finished 7<sup>th</sup> grade. I was the only kid in family and I had farm chores to do everyday: cut the wood and to smoke the meat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We had a smokehouse and we used a two person saw to cut wood.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As a boy, I used to see FDR. My grandmother lived where Meade was and lived on a hill and FDR came through on the train to Warm Springs and everyone would be out by the tracks waving and cheering him on-I saw him as a little boy.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I registered in 1942 when I turned 18 as I had gotten a letter from the government telling me to report. We reported and I had to go to Ft. Benning. I had hoped to go into the army. We all lined up with no clothes on and they asked me if I wanted to be a Marine. I did not. We stayed at Benning a couple of days and they sent me to Augusta with another black man from Warm Springs.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We got to come back home but then caught the bus in Greenville on the south side of courthouse steps and went to Atlanta and there we boarded the train and rode all night. It took all the next day to get to Camp Lejeune, NC and then a truck picked us up to take us into camp. We had a pretty rough introduction to the 48th platoon: we’d wake up and get out early and have our exercise and come back and get breakfast but over in the day they’d call us back out and we’d march practically all day. My buddy was with me, but he did something wrong and the last time I saw him was with rifle over his head and he was running. I didn’t see him anymore. I’ve got one little scar on my neck. I wasn’t doing an exercise right and the instructor called me out and hit on head with the butt of the rifle. It bothers me now, but I never had it on record.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wasn’t used to so many people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They’d call us out into the night at 1 am and make us stand and they’d talk and the mosquitoes were bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You couldn’t help slap at one and then they’d say stand at attention another hour, but then someone would slap and it’d be another half hour standing there. If somebody did something, we’d all get punished for it. Training at Camp Lejeune was teaching togetherness-whatever we did we did together; we got punished together and it made everyone think about togetherness. I finally made it through training and then they said we had to go overseas.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We boarded a train to go to California. We went through Atlanta where we wanted to get off and go home. St Louis was hot as it was the last of July. The desert was rough and hot too, but we stopped along the way and went to nice restaurants. I still can feel the hot air going through the dessert. We finally got to Oakland.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We stayed there five days before we boarded the ship. We boarded around 1 o’clock but didn’t leave ‘til around 5 as the sun was going down. I remember going under the Golden Gate Bridge-tears rolled partly because it was the 3<sup>rd</sup> Sunday in August and I was supposed to be in church! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got seasick but got over it in a couple a days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a big world; we were in the Pacific and we were on a ship. Some say they can’t sleep with the ship noise and lights. The ship creaked all the time. We’d get up in morning, and we played cards. When you’d look around, there was nothing but water-no other ships. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were worried abut getting killed; we got over in dangerous waters where the Japanese would set off bombs. I finally saw land after 27 days on ship. We stopped in New Caledonia and got off the ship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After we got off, I was going for lunch and saw James Jackson, my Odessadale friend. We talked about where we would go next. I was afraid of some places because we had heard they all got wiped out there.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We stayed at New Caledonia six months and went to the Philippines to an island that had fighting there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My job was as a guard guarding rooms and I drove a truck. We guarded an area in a coconut grove with coconuts falling everywhere. I got so tired of coconuts: we drank the milk and ate it. I drank so much of it that I got tired of it. I had to guard a gate in the coconut grove and once two white guys came and wanted to come in. I told them no, I had a 45, but I really carried a carbine. I grabbed the carbine and the guys took off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had no more problems with anyone after that.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was not a drinker and they used to issue us two beers every night and I’d give mine to my buddy in the tent. Finally, I tried it and drank it from then on. When we went to town we drank rum. I didn’t know we had to cut this stuff and woke up two days later tied to the bunk because I was rolling off. That experience caused me not to drink now.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We left there after a year. One night there wasn’t too many of us, 10-15 guys not a whole platoon, the island was secure, but we were sitting there talking and way up on the mountain there was a flashlight moving. I knew it was the Japanese. We walked all night, shot at it, but couldn’t get it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We walked all the night after that and we fought a battle when we caught up with them. They would hide in caves on the islands and we used flamethrowers to get them. That was the way we fought during that time, knock everything down and burn it up-that’s the only way you were going to win. We tore everything down and secured it, and then walked over the whole island and secured it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we got to Okinawa, we had to dig foxholes. We made a great big foxhole for everyone in case they couldn’t make it to their foxhole.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sirens would come on and we’d run to the big foxhole and get in. Many times I dove in foxholes praying I had made it fast enough.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We finally got the call the war was over. That was in October 1945 and there was joy everywhere that the war was over and we were going home. We boarded an aircraft carrier that was so big you couldn’t see a guy at other end or he’d just be a dot. We got home in nineteen days. We came through Pearl Harbor and came on in under the Golden Gate, got on smaller ship and went back to Oakland, then back to North Carolina in five days to get discharged.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We came back through St. Louis where our records got lost. We would have been home for Christmas of 1945 but ate Christmas dinner North Carolina. I was discharged on the 4th of January. The captain came by and asked if we wanted to rejoin and I told him I’d let him know.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every payday I’d take out 10 or 20 dollars but there was nothin’ to spend it but on candy or toothpaste and I didn’t need the rest of the money. Sixty six dollars a month was a big deal! I came home with a lump of money I had saved. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t want anyone to steal it so I put it in my sock and brought it home. I bought a car-1941 Chevy-and a fabricated house my daddy and I would put together.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the war I went to Michigan and worked in the car industry. They had me down in foundry room-dust and smoke with nothing over the nose. It was good money-double that of the military but I couldn’t take the dust and worked there two weeks. I was a janitor mostly and I kept machinery working by adding oil.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I didn’t see anything to do, I didn’t do anything and they said I was lazy. I went over to Chevrolet and worked 1 year and 8 months then I came home and got married</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went back and worked with Chrysler but it was the worst job I had-Chrysler laid us off every year if they’d see we had a couple dollars in the bank. After thirty years and seven months in Detroit I came back to Greenville in 1994. We had some real cold days in Detroit, but in the Pacific, we never had a cold day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwd45URp1NPNj2RHIW8aggt0OqDVp4MrzAj0kJw99CU2Kzg172Eh-2vD_0VU3V-auGDyA34vCl4Ed4HOuoF9K2qniH_QSR1SydOaTYqwoV9zSvYAstYkA2wxf3Qqp3A_5NadhW1EDePg/s1600/IMG_1406swanson+today.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwd45URp1NPNj2RHIW8aggt0OqDVp4MrzAj0kJw99CU2Kzg172Eh-2vD_0VU3V-auGDyA34vCl4Ed4HOuoF9K2qniH_QSR1SydOaTYqwoV9zSvYAstYkA2wxf3Qqp3A_5NadhW1EDePg/s400/IMG_1406swanson+today.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Military food wasn’t good. We had Spam. “What do we have tonight? Spam. What do we have today? Spam.” I said I would never eat Spam again. Everybody got excited when we got real eggs ’cause they’d use powdered eggs. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I earned one stripe in the Marines then I got another. I made it to the marksman level with rifle training. I could shoot pretty good –I used the M1 rifle, had a .45 and a carbine. We turned in our weapons when we left the military. I was given the World War II Victory Medal, the Marksmanship Medal, and the Pacific Medal.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was in some really rough spots; I was lucky to make it out alive. Recently I thought about fighting the Japanese and I was so loud in my sleep my wife woke me up. Those people were farmers and sometimes we made camp and used their gardens eating their potatoes and greens, but I didn’t eat any of it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I couldn’t believe I was coming from Georgia way over to California and then seeing the world. I didn’t think anything about it then as it was a job. But now I think and wish I had put more into it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-5417868186602179532010-10-11T08:20:00.000-07:002010-10-11T08:34:15.063-07:00WWII Veterans Interviews: Norman Rowe<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><st1:city><st1:place><span class="apple-style-span">Greenville</span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="apple-style-span">’s American Legion FDR Post 186 has been conducting interviews at Camp Cecil Perkerson of our World War II veterans for the Library of Congress’ Experiencing War: Stories from the Veterans’ History Project. </span>Norman K. Rowe of Luthersville was interviewed <st1:date day="25" month="2" year="2010">February 25, 2010</st1:date> and the following interview is in his words.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgITe-BZUuvHgYvMI6ierR7iGYD8ly2-f6CSW-rWK1XTBzeMmsd-_2H8Yf13D80xJEx2zz0Ox_4Gi4T6jYJpRQLth_eo2XTBaVyObZyQFsdvCLEFPX7N0unoVKXhFyAp5-oYG3AeZwvI/s1600/IMG_1362normanrowe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMgITe-BZUuvHgYvMI6ierR7iGYD8ly2-f6CSW-rWK1XTBzeMmsd-_2H8Yf13D80xJEx2zz0Ox_4Gi4T6jYJpRQLth_eo2XTBaVyObZyQFsdvCLEFPX7N0unoVKXhFyAp5-oYG3AeZwvI/s320/IMG_1362normanrowe.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Norman Rowe</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I was born September 1926, six miles from where I live now. It’s about six miles from Luthersville in the Wooster Community (it was not called that then). The house I was born in had been there until ten years ago.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> My parents farmed. We had crops and I plowed an old mule. We raised cotton and corn. The corn was for the farm and family and what was leftover you sold. We had milk cows and as I got grown got we went into the beef business. The farm was 60-80 acres 60 now, then it was 80. My brother took one side of road and I took other. The side I took had the house I live in which was already built when the family moved into it. It was built in 1833.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;"> I have lived in this house where I am now since 1931. I graduated from <st1:placename>Luthersville</st1:placename></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;">High School in 1943. It was a class of ten with five girls and five boys. Most boys</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;">enlisted a few months after graduation-two went with me to <st1:city><st1:place>Macon</st1:place></st1:city>. We went to the post</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;">office to join up. I chose the Navy because I didn’t want to be walking on my feet in the</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;">army! I thought I would like the Navy and tried it. I enlisted in the Navy in <st1:city><st1:place>Macon</st1:place></st1:city></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;">in1944. I was first in the Naval Reserves then joined the regular Navy and served from</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;">1943 to ’53. I changed from the Navy to the Air Force because those fellows were riding</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;">in airplanes everywhere and they got to come home more often! I was in the Air Force</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-indent: -0.5in;">from 1953-73 when I retired.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I made several trips around world in the Navy. I was sent to the <st1:place>Great Lakes</st1:place> for basic training and finished in six weeks. We had to fall out every morning for roll call and the 3<sup>rd</sup> time we fell out I was assigned to a ship-glad to go because there were so many of us and it was very confining.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> We left the <st1:place>Great Lakes</st1:place> and went on a cattle car-I’ll never forget they had freight cars and cattle cars and they stuffed us in them to go to <st1:city><st1:place>San Francisco</st1:place></st1:city>. The food wasn’t too bad. We cooked right there in the cattle cars in pots on stoves and served. We were all issued a mess kit plate made of metal that folded and had a cup and knife, fork, and spoon and you kept that through your tour and always carried it because that was the only thing you had to eat out off. It had U.S. Navy on the handle. I’ve still got it and use it occasionally.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> We were issued a hammock, a mattress about two inches thick, and clothes. You carried that with you and if you lost it, you had no place to sleep. The ship had no bunks or beds but an open space with chains on the walls and you hooked your canvas mattress on those chains. We stacked them three people high. I slept on the top bunk. I still have the canvas mattress at the barn. I made sure I didn’t lose it! We stayed in <st1:city><st1:place>San Francisco</st1:place></st1:city> several weeks before we were assigned to a ship.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhHO6XMfjqGNLuC8UJav0-LmlTxxfE_VKcsJzBfFV6Fzsbs4WVSsyUd56hZdX6P6j3pTgztu3mPvce796u40aHSzHRMZT_rW2HAdd_xC1wJdBnPfz_J-cuGoxmtWZZay3etugNiMfR-g/s1600/IMG_1360mass+confusion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbhHO6XMfjqGNLuC8UJav0-LmlTxxfE_VKcsJzBfFV6Fzsbs4WVSsyUd56hZdX6P6j3pTgztu3mPvce796u40aHSzHRMZT_rW2HAdd_xC1wJdBnPfz_J-cuGoxmtWZZay3etugNiMfR-g/s200/IMG_1360mass+confusion.jpg" width="200" /></a></div> There was a staging area for 60-100 men and I was in one group. This fellow came and talked to us and it was the first fellow I had seen with a star on his shoulder. It was General MacArthur and he explained to us what we were going to do. He wanted us to take all these islands back from <st1:country-region><st1:place>Japan</st1:place></st1:country-region>. I thought it was real nice that he explained what we were going to do and how to do it and he said, “I’ll see you on the beach.” He was inspiring; he gave us a pep talk and it helped.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> We had two large boats and two small boats and my job was to drive one of the small boats with men to the shore; the large boats took tanks, jeeps, and big equipment. We got the boats off the ship using a hydraulic crane or by letting the big ship take on water and tilt so we could let the boats down in ocean. I was out at sea when I learned how the big ship unloaded. We never trained on anything like that during basics; it was train and learn as we’d go.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> There was usually mass confusion because there were so many people there and you didn’t know what was what. The ship could carry 6000 men at a time and would come within two miles of the shore and we fellows with small boats had to bring the men in safely to the island. They came off the side of the ship on rope ladders and into our small boats-there were many accidents just getting from the ship into the boat. They all stood in the boats, 60-100 standing up, and when we got to the beach, I’d let the ramp down and they’d try to get to shore.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> It was tough-time and time again when I went to the beach not a single man had made it. You saw your friends go in the water. I don’t know how many we lost but I read later one of the toughest places was <st1:place>Iwo Jima</st1:place> and that Americans lost 10,000 men and the Japanese lost 30,000 in the three days we were there. I remember carrying seamen into shore and between the dead Japs and dead Americans I couldn’t get through the water-there were too many dead men floating in the water. But we got the soldiers to shore and we got the job done. For a period after the war I had nightmares from what I saw, but I got over it, blocked it out.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I still get information from the Navy Department and get magazines and they tell stories about different battles. All I can say is the Lord was with me. I was sitting right up there, in front, under fire. One of the men gave me a steel plate, and I remember holding in front of me to protect me and it helped.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Throughout 1944 we went to islands like <st1:place>Saipan</st1:place> and <st1:city><st1:place>Marshall</st1:place></st1:city>. We would go in a group of 50-60 ships that left and went from island to island. I found my ship was a replacement from the <st1:state><st1:place>Normandy</st1:place></st1:state> invasion. I was not in <st1:place>Europe</st1:place> but talked to fellows who called us “the replacements.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> We knew the Japanese were on all these islands. “Mass confusion” best describes the scene: the air was full of helicopters and blimps flying around the islands in such a large operation. You had to keep in your mind what you were supposed to do and get the job done. Today communication is better but back then we didn’t have so much. We got aboard the ship and the captain would get on the loud speaker and maybe it worked, but if it didn’t, he hollered and you hoped you heard it all.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> When we went into the island we carried rifles and flame throwers. Flame throwers were a big thing because the Japanese were in caves and were shooting at us from them. We’d discharge the flame thrower in the cave opening and you could hear them holler ’cause it got everybody in there.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> We would leave as many men on the islands to hold them as we could spare. We survived the best we could. Some had mattresses to throw on the ground some didn’t. If you were wounded you were sent to the medics on the beach and treated and if you survived, you were sent back to the hospital ship. We normally had a hospital ship close by. Lots of times I would take a bunch to the beach and bring wounded back to ship to drop them off-it was a fast turn around. Most of the time they were loaded and unloaded with rope ladders or we’d drop a basket down for the wounded and pull them up by hand.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The men knew the job that had to be done. Storming a beach they would fall in and do it. There were some that lost their mind and went berserk and your buddy had to hold you down because you couldn’t stop or you wouldn’t get into beach. It was do or die. And you knew you had to do it. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The water depth varied sometimes we’d pull up to beach and drop the ramp on dry ground, next time in five feet of water and they had to wade-you went in as close in as you could go. I’d say “get out” and they jump out and then you’d backup. The coral was rough. Sometimes it was sandy, sometimes muddy, but coral could cut the boat or cut your feet to pieces. I have seen it too rough to go in so we’d back up and go 100 yards down the beach to where it was perfectly smooth.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> When the war ended I was in <st1:place>Guadalcanal</st1:place>. We had gone there and invaded it and took it over and we were loading ships with supplies to invade <st1:city><st1:place>Tokyo</st1:place></st1:city> and we were told we’d take over <st1:country-region><st1:place>Japan</st1:place></st1:country-region> so we had to take supplies with us. We always left from the port after <st1:time hour="0" minute="0">midnight</st1:time> so no one could see you or know when we were leaving.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> When we heard that the war was over we were excited. We threw the trucks, bulldozers, and all heavy equipment overboard when they said you fellows can head home. We opened the side and dropped everything over in a few hours. There are a lot of 2 ton trucks, tanks, and bulldozers at bottom of ocean. We carried some stuff with us but we had to make room for men and we wanted to come home.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I got home six months later. I was transferred to another ship that carried the wounded to <st1:city><st1:place>San Francisco</st1:place></st1:city>. Then they moved me by troop train from San Fran to <st1:place><st1:city>Jacksonville</st1:city>, <st1:state>Florida</st1:state></st1:place> to get discharged in 1946. I was in the active reserves and stayed in that for several years but I guess I couldn’t stay still long so I joined the Air Force.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Last few years I have lost contact with many. Most have passed on. I went to reunions at first but haven’t for the last ten years.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> I got married in 1948 to one of those five girls that was in my graduating class-Georgina Martin lived right up the road from where I lived. We wrote letters while I was in service. She did more corresponding than I did because she could write better than I could. We married <st1:date day="12" month="12" year="1948">12 December 1948</st1:date> and lived in <st1:city><st1:place>Atlanta</st1:place></st1:city> for about a year then came back to Luthersville and the homeplace. She had family in the Air Force and one in the army and one was a pilot. Between getting out of Navy and joining the Air Force I got into politics and was a county commissioner for four years and worked at several other jobs. I had a friend who was working for Holiday Inn and said if I came to <st1:city><st1:place>Birmingham</st1:place></st1:city> I could be the food service manager. Hotel management was a good job and I enjoyed it but it didn’t suit me so I moved on and joined the Air Force first with food service then as club manager of the NCO officers club. I went to the <st1:country-region><st1:place>Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region> and moved about every two years: <st1:place><st1:city>Tampa</st1:city>, <st1:state>Florida</st1:state></st1:place>, Sault Ste. Marie, <st1:state><st1:place>Michigan</st1:place></st1:state> and more. I flew into <st1:country-region><st1:place>Korea</st1:place></st1:country-region> twice taking equipment but didn’t stay. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> After the Air Force, I came back to Luthersville and was county commissioner again. I went to UGA for a short period of time under the GI Bill. I did not finish my degree in personnel management.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Shore leave did not happen much. I was a young fellow and in <st1:city><st1:place>San Francisco</st1:place></st1:city> or <st1:place>Treasure Island</st1:place> we were at liberty for 2-3 days. I visited <st1:city><st1:place>San Diego</st1:place></st1:city>, went to the zoo and to <st1:country-region><st1:place>Mexico</st1:place></st1:country-region>. <st1:city><st1:place>Tijuana</st1:place></st1:city>-that was a knock down, drag out place!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> Pranks went on all time as you had to do something for amusement. We had these bunks that hung from the ceiling bulkhead and they’d get in there and short sheet us. You’d jump in at night tired, or they’d put in a balloon full of water and it would burst. Typical GI harassment and pranks. Or you’d fold the sheet back and they’d used a bottle of ketchup and you’d see the red on your hand and think you’d cut yourself. Showers and toilet pranks- you name it, GIs would think about it and do it.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"> The black market was something I didn’t involved in it except to get silk hose stockings or we always managed to get a case of beer here and there and trade it for this or that or cigarettes or food or entertainment. I went to USO shows. I remember meeting Bob Hope and got his picture signed and he handed it to me. USO shows had well known entertainers and when I ran the club in the <st1:country-region><st1:place>Philippines</st1:place></st1:country-region> we had contracts with some to come there-it was always a big deal when they came.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050393443389035104.post-30690126333653977182010-08-31T08:10:00.000-07:002010-08-31T08:10:13.817-07:00Spaghetti Supper at American LegionCamp Cecil Perkerson Post 186 will be holding a <strong><span style="color: #990000;">Spaghetti Supper</span></strong> on Saturday 18th of September from 5:30 until 7:30. Meal ticket price is $5 and children under six are free. Tickets may be obtained from Larry Whitlock, Claude Harman, Larry Dunaway, Dan Branch, Buster McCoy, Pete Johnson, Rob Cato, Ed Hobson, and John Norris.<br />
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