Wednesday, December 27, 2023

November 12, 1944: The sinking of the Tirpitz.

 November 12, 1944: The sinking of the Tirpitz.





 The Tirpitz was, to this date, the largest completed european battleship in history and was in service with the German Kriegsmarine from 1941 to 1944.

 The Tirpitz was in service in Norway from 1942.  After a British attack on the ship near Alta, the Tirpitz moved to Tromsø in October 1944 and lay there off the island of Håkoya.

 The British kept attacking.  On November 12, 1944 there was an attack with 32 Lancaster bombers.

  The conditions for the attack were ideal: clear visibility and the smoke machines that were supposed to hide the ship from attacks are not working.  29 Tallboy bombs (5.4t bombs with over 2t explosives) were dropped, two of them hit the Tirpitz.

 There was an explosion on board which lifted turret C from its bed.  The crew was then given the order to abandon ship.  

The ship capsized.  Of the almost 2,100 crew, more than 1,200 lost their lives and almost 900 were saved. 

 84 survivors had to be laboriously freed from the hull of the capsized battleship.

 The photo shows me next to the memorial at the spot where the Tirpitz was when it was destroyed.  The memorial is made of an armor plate of the Tirpitz.  

In the second photo you can see the last remains of the ship and the salvage structures, this is only possible at low tide.

Both pictures were made in February 2022.

On this day 1940, may 15: About German crimes against Polish children, which was blocked last Saturday.

  On this day 1940, may 15: About German crimes against Polish children, which was blocked last Saturday. In the banned post, we wrote about German plans to Germanize children, referring to authentic documents. 


Following many appeals, today our profile became visible and active again.

Dated 15 May 1940, "Einige Gedanken über die Behandlung der Fremdenvölker im Osten ("A Few Thoughts about the Treatment of Racial Aliens in the East") by Heinrich Himmler is a blood-chilling document – especially where it comes to children. 

It’s basically a kidnapper’s manual, inspired by the theories of Walther Darré, the Reich's Minister of Food and Agriculture, whose "Blut und Boden" ["Blood and Soil"] racial ideology laid foundations for the denationalization program. 

In the years 1940-1945, the Third Reich removed hundreds of thousands of children from the lands it had conquered, treating them like product, and applying rigorous quality control procedures. 

The Nazis were looking for germanization material, and the youth deemed to qualify for it due to their "good blood" were taken from their families, and directed to special camps, where they underwent selection.

Those of them who were declared fit for the program went through initial germanization there before being sent to German families.

 Non-conforming "products" disappeared in concentration camps, or were re-used for "medical" experiments. 

In all, out of 200,000 Polish children, only 30,000 were recovered after the war.

 The rest vanished – their bodies erased from the face of the earth, or identity removed from their own and other people’s memory.

The author of the kidnapper’s manual, Heinrich Himmler, worried that the uprooted kids would be ostracized by the German society, and recommended subjecting them to the procedure in tender age and secrecy, so that they could blend in and disappear.


On this day 1944, June 7th the story of little girl during war.

On this day 1944, June 7th the story of little girl during war. 

When she was little, she lived near the sea (still does) in Belgium. She could not remember the exact dates but thinks it was in late noon on  7th of June 1944 (she wasnt sure about it thought.


There was a railway track next to a big lower field where kids often played (and a lot of them) So as they where playing a German train slowly drives by (from the nearby station) and while they where driving slowly past, they opened up fire for no reason whatsoever. Rifle's smg's mg's. 

A lot of kids died then and there for no other reason then "revenge" on the allied invasion of France.
 
Leter she told me another story : She was playing when she heard an air raid alarm so she and others ran towards a tunnel (not far behind it was a factory complex) And she saw allied planes diving until she could see the white of the eyes of the pilot and when all kids where under the bridge they dropped thier loads on that factory (no kid was hurt to her knowledge) And she said to me .
 I am convinced they waited until the very last moment so we could run to safety. She did not know exactly wich plane it was other then it was a 2 engined fast aircraft (something like a Mosquito i guess? We'll never know sadly). But yeah, that's her 2 story's of the war. 

And yet, all that happening (my grandparents had shome sh1tty moments too) They always told me when i was young : don't feel hatred. 

Those where the bad Germans, there where a lot of normal and friendly Germans too. Thx for reading.

April 17, 1945 - The Battle of Berlin: First successes.

 April 17, 1945 - The Battle of Berlin: First successes. On the second day of the battle for the Seelower Heights, major successes for the Red Army were initially a long time coming.


 The 1st Belarusian Front had to cross swampy and flooded terrain to reach the Germans' second line of defense. 

The second line of defense, the Hardenberg position, was much more manned than the main line of defense.

 Only Vasily Chuikov's 8th Guard Army managed to advance to the hills around noon.

Most of the motorized units got stuck in the mud and could be taken under fire by the German guns. The Red Army's losses were enormous.

Further south, Konev's troops on the 1st Ukrainian Front made better progress.

 Above all, the 3rd and 4th Guards Panzer Army pushed ahead. Konev wanted to be in Berlin before Zhukov.

 While Zhukov's troops had to grapple with General Busse's 9th Army, Konev's tanks made faster progress by bypassing cities and larger communities.

When it got dark, Zhukov units also managed to break through the Hardenberg position.

 This was followed by the last line of defense, the Wotan position.

On the outskirts of Berlin, many of the people who remained there were concerned about the approaching noise of the battle.

The picture shows an aerial view of the Seelow Heights in direction of the Oder river, overviewing the former battlefield.

Monday, December 25, 2023

On this day in 1945, WWII, the Original funeral card for 5 SS Execution Victims.

On this day in 1945, WWII, the Original funeral card for 5 SS Execution Victims.

 making this post in memory of these five German citizens who were executed on April 28th 1945 by the SS for wanting to surrender their town of Altötting peacefully to the Approaching US Troops. 



1.Adalbert Vogl : dean of the abbey and Priest of the holy chapel.

2.Martin Seidel : German Roman Catholic administrative superintendent

3. Josef Bruckmayer : German Roman Catholic mill owner

4. Hans Riehl : German Roman Catholic warehouse manager

5. Adam Wehnert : German Roman Catholic bookseller

At the end of April 1945, the collapse of Nazi rule was imminent. As far as known, the Altöttingen District Administrator Josef Kehrer was aware of the efforts of his friend Captain Rupprecht Gerngross and his freedom campaign in Bavaria , which he only hinted at to the participants in the conversation.  

On April 28, 1945, at 5 a.m., Captain Gerngross occupied the Freimann and Erding transmitters and broadcasted the Bavarian Freedom Campaign(FAB) have taken over government; to liberate the Bavarian homeland, everyone should unite.

 District Administrator Kehrer should have expected the news and went to the District Office at 6 a.m., where he gathered a circle of trustworthy citizens around him until around 8 a.m. 

The aim was to hand over the pilgrimage and military hospital Altötting to the approaching US troops without a fight and undamaged .

District Administrator Kehrer had six National Socialist functionaries who appeared dangerous to him arrested, including the government inspector Karl Schuster, leader of an SA storm, the local group leader Karl Stubenhofer, the organization leader of the NSDAP Franz Obermaier (participant in the Hitler putsch of 1923) and the 2nd mayor of Neuötting Heinrich Hilleprandt , Blood medal bearers and " old fighters ". Mayor Karl Lex committed suicide when he was arrested.

The news of the arrest of the party functionaries also reached officers in a military hospital in Neuötting who were under the leadership of Colonel and SA Standartenführer Karl Kaehneformed an officer patrol and moved first to the town hall, then to the district office.

 Allegedly, Government Councilor Kehrer shot himself in the head when the officer patrol showed up in his office in the district administration; he died two days later on April 30, 1945. 

At around 11 o'clock at about the same time, Gauleiter Paul Giesler had the news spread over the radio that Bavaria's freedom campaign had been crushed. 

In the absence of adequate armament, the group around District Administrator Kehrer had nothing to oppose the armed military. The officers' patrol freed the six Nazi officials captured shortly after 11 a.m. 

Under the leadership of the organizational leader Obermaier and with the help of the also released SA storm leader Schuster and the local group leader Stubenhofer, a list was drawn up containing all the people who had entered the district office that morning - at least insofar as they were observed by the party officials from the detention cell . 

District leader Fritz Schwaegerl still ordered von Mühldorfthe arrest of nine citizens of Altötting who were on the list: the mill owner Josef Bruckmayer, the administrative inspector Martin Seidel, the warehouse manager Hans Riehl, the administrator of the Holy Chapel, monastery dean Monsignore Adalbert Vogl, the bookseller Adam Wehnert, the former mayor Gabriel Mayer, des Writer Heinrich Haug , the government councilor Scheupl and the publisher's owner Hans Geiselberger.

 After district manager Schwaegerl had arrived in Altötting, he added lawyer Gmach and master builder Irpertinger to the list. Only the first five on the list could be arrested by 2 p.m., the others were not found at home.

 It is not known whether they had been warned and were able to evade arrest using their local knowledge or whether they happened to do business outside of their home.

In addition to the district leader, a group of about 60 SS men from the Trummler combat group had arrived. 

The district leader organized a kind of court martial that sentenced the five prisoners to death. 

Martin Seidel, Josef Bruckmayer, Adam Wehnert, Adalbert Vogl and Hans Riehl were shot by the SS at around 3:30 p.m. in the courtyard of the then district office. 

Kreisleiter and SS then moved away again, apparently without looking for the Altoettingers who were still on the proscription list. 

One section of the death card reads : 

To commemorate the nefarious assassination of the Dean of the Abbey and

Administrator of the Holy Chapel Monsignor Adalbert Vogl with 4 venerable

citizens of the city, who were shot by the SS on 28 April 1945 near Kapell Square.

Who does not know this venerable sanctuary of the dear Mother of God Mary in

the heart of the Bayerland?

The thousands of pious pilgrims who spent the past two decades praying for this

place of grace will never forget an aged priest, the administrator Monsignor Adalb.

 Vogl, who went before the pilgrims, prayed with them, spoke to them of

Mary's power and goodness, blessed them with the image of grace.

On April 28, 1945, the zealous keeper of the shrine with four citizens of the city

walks across The Chapel Square for the last time, past the little church of grace,

which the administrator looked after with special love and care for so long, where

he was the tireless prayer.

What a consolation for his fellow sufferers that this priest is among them!

How wistful the old pilgrim prayer may have sounded from her soul:

O Mary help! O Mary help me!

Stand at us in the last dispute,

O Mother of Mercy!

Brethren, we must die. Have courage and confidence! We go to Jesus. 

May God be a gracious judge to us! I speak to you of your sins and bless you!

On December 16, 1944, in a last ditch effort to stop the Allied juggernaut advancing towards Germany.

 On December 16, 1944, in a last ditch effort to stop the Allied juggernaut advancing towards Germany. 



more than 200,000 German soldiers, supported by nearly 1000 tanks, slammed into the American lines in the Ardennes, a snow-covered, densely forested region of eastern Belgium, Luxembourg, and northeast France. 


On the second day of the massive surprise attack, Sgt. Jose M. Lopez, a machine gunner with Company K, 23d Infantry, 2d Infantry Division, was hit by hundreds of German infantrymen.


With machine gun, grenade, and artillery fire erupting all around him; enemy tanks pounding his position; and fellow Americans being killed, blown apart, and screaming for help, the 34-year-old Mexican-born sergeant who had been raised in poverty in Brownsville, Texas, and had seen his mother die of tuberculosis when he was eight, took action.


Grabbing his 31-pound machine gun and countless belts of ammunition, Lopez jumped out of his fighting hole, and dodging bullets and explosions, ran up and down his company line firing into the enemy attackers.


Blown off his feet by an exploding artillery round, the husband and father of two young children got up, charged towards the advancing troops and tanks, and continued to deliver deadly and accurate fire against the enemy formation.


Even when slammed to the ground a second time, Lopez kept fighting.

 Dazed but determined to hold on to the end, the sergeant crawled to his machine gun and again opened up on the attacking Germans.

Only after running out of ammo did the courageous soldier fall back with his company. 

Nicknamed “Kid Mendoza” for his time as a lightweight boxing champion in the 1930’s, Lopez had singlehandedly stopped the German assault and killed “at least 100 of the enemy.”


For his "gallantry and intrepidity on seemingly suicidal missions in which he was almost solely responsible for allowing Company K to avoid being enveloped,” Sgt. Lopez was awarded the Medal of Honor.


Postscript:

After being presented the MOH by Major General Van Fleet in Nuremberg, Germany, Lopez returned to the States and was given a hero's welcome in New York City.


"Oh boy, they gave me a welcome!" Lopez said in an interview with The University of Texas. 

“I even met the mayor, the Italian guy,” referring to legendary New York mayor Fiorello LaGuardia.


One of the first things Lopez did after making it back home was to attend church services.

 "My wife and I went to church to thank God that I returned and saw my children and wife again,” he later recounted.


In 1950, with the Korean War raging, Lopez was again willing to serve his country.

 When the 40-year-old Medal of Honor recipient deployed to Korea, however, President Truman intervened.

 "Sergeant Lopez, we're sending you back to the U.S,” his captain told him after receiving orders from higher command. Lopez’ fighting days were over. 

Jose Lopez moved to San Antonio, worked for the Veterans Administration, and on May 16, 2005, died at the age of 94, outliving his wife, Emilia, whom he had married in 1942, by one year.  

Today we pay tribute to Sgt. Jose Lopez, his family, and all the brave men who served, sacrificed, and died 76 years ago during the Battle of the Bulge, the bloodiest battle of WWII for US forces. 

We will never forget you!

Saturday, December 23, 2023

December 25, 1944: The heroic sacrifice of Corporal Richard Wiegand at Christmas.

 December 25, 1944: The heroic sacrifice of Corporal Richard Wiegand at Christmas.

At Christmas 1944 the 2nd SS Panzer Division "Das Reich" advanced on Manhay and Grandmenil. From there, the advance should continue west.



 Eight german Panther tanks drove from Manhay towards Érezée.

 After about three kilometers the tanks reached a curve called Trou de Loup, "Wolfs Hole". 

There were the men of the K-Company, 289th Infantry Regiment, 75th Infantry Division.

Among them was Corporal Richard F. Wiegand. 

Wiegand had positioned himself in a wooded area to the right of the curve. 

He waited until the first panther had passed him and fired his bazooka at the rear of the tank.

 Corporal Wiegand was able to destroy the tank but paid with his life for it. How Corporal Wiegand died is not exactly known.

 His corpse was missing arms and legs, so it is assumed that either 1. he was too close to the Panther when it was hit by his bazooka, or 2. one of the other Panther tanks shot Wiegand.

The destroyed Panther blocked the narrow road to Érezée, which stopped the entire attack of the 2nd SS Panzer Division.

The place where Corporal Wiegend knocked out the Panther is almost unchanged today. 

Photo 1 shows roughly the position where the Panther was disabled in the Trou de Loup curve, there is also a memorial that commemorates Corporal Wiegand (photo 2).

 Wiegand was buried in the Henri Chapelle American Cemetery (photo 3).

 The last photo shows a German Panther, this tank can be seen in Grandmenil, very close to Trou de Loup. All photos were taken by me.

I used the website www.grandmenil.com as the source for this article.

 There the fighting around Manhay and Grandmenil is described in great detail, a visit to the site is highly recommended.


On this day 1943, February 3. the four Immortal Chaplains who gave up their life to save others.

 WWII - Four Chaplains February 3, 1943 Four U.S. Army Chaplains die after giving up their life jackets to save others.



 After their ship was hit by German torpedoes, they helped others board lifeboats and gave up their own life jackets when the supply ran out.

 The chaplains joined arms, said prayers, and sang hymns as they went down with the ship.

The four chaplains were George L. Fox, Alexander D. Goode, Clark V. Poling, and John P. Washington.

The Four Chaplains, also referred to as the "Immortal Chaplains" or the "Dorchester Chaplains", were four World War II chaplains who died rescuing civilian and military personnel as the American troop ship SS Dorchester sank on February 3, 1943. 

Each of the four chaplains was posthumously awarded the Distinguished Service Cross and the Purple Heart.

The chaplains were nominated for the Medal of Honor, but were found ineligible as they had not engaged in combat with the enemy.

 Instead, Congress created a medal for them, with the same weight and importance as the Medal of Honor.

The relatively new chaplains all held the rank of first lieutenant. They included Methodist minister the Reverend George L. Fox, Reform Rabbi Alexander D. Goode (PhD), Catholic priest Father John P. Washington, and Reformed Church in America minister the Reverend Clark V. Poling. 

Their backgrounds, personalities, and denominations were different, although Goode, Poling and Washington had all served as leaders in the Boy Scouts of America.

They helped as many men as they could into lifeboats, and then linked arms and, saying prayers and singing hymns, went down with the ship.

As I swam away from the ship, I looked back.

 The flares had lighted everything. The bow came up high and she slid under.

 The last thing I saw, the Four Chaplains were up there praying for the safety of the men. They had done everything they could. I did not see them again.

 They themselves did not have a chance without their life jackets.

— Grady Clark, survivor 

According to some reports, survivors could hear different languages mixed in the prayers of the chaplains, including Jewish prayers in Hebrew and Catholic prayers in Latin

Friday, December 22, 2023

the first German city to be captured by the Allies.

 



 On October 21, 1944, 19 days after the Battle of Aachen began, the city was the first German city to be captured by the Allies.


 A little over a month earlier, American units crossed the West Wall and the Siegfried Line south of Aachen for the first time.

 The US Army's 1st and 30th Infantry Divisions surrounded the city, but this lasted until October 16.  On October 12, Colonel Gerhard Wilck ordered the "hold of the city to the last man".  

On the same day, the 26th Infantry Regiment of the 1st Infantry Division attacked the city center.  By October 19, the regiment was able to hold large parts of the city.

 On October 21, US Army troops broke through to Colonel Wilck's command post. 

 Wilck capitulated and became a prisoner of war with the remaining defenders of Aachen.

 The German defenders were greatly outnumbered, for every German soldier or Volkssturmmann there were about five American GIs. 

 Despite this inferiority, the Germans were able to hold the city for over two weeks.

  At the end of the battle there were around 6,000 dead on both sides, around 5,000 wounded and on the German side over 12,000 prisoners of war.

The picture shows an American M4 Sherman Tank moving through a European City. 

This was taken at a reenactment and serves as a symbolic picture.

Here are some big stories that have been in the German news!

 Here are some big stories that have been in the German news! 


German Green politicians Claudia Roth and Cem Özdemir were faced with credible far-right death threats according to authorities and were placed under protection. 

In Dresden a politician belonging to the satirical party, die Partei (the Party), declared a Nazi-Notstand (Nazi state of emergency) to draw attention to the city's, and Saxony's (eastern German state Dresden is the capital of) problems with the far-right. 

Hate crimes have gone up in Saxony and I have seen some worrying statistics related to racist attitudes in the state.

 Dresden is also were the far-right group PEGIDA meets every week.

Nonetheless other politicians fear that the declaration (which is symbolic) well hurt Dresden's tourism industry as the city is very beautiful and historic having rebuilt much of its structures after the horrific bombing it faced in WWII. 

I visited Dresden last year and was impressed by its beauty and hip modern areas as well.

 I want to be clear that there are still plenty of good people in eastern Germany and most don't vote for the far-right. 

But I still think the declaration was the right thing to do as Saxony does have issues with racism including within its police force.

 Police vehicles have been issued in Saxony which contained symbols similar to those used by the Nazis and a former police applicant spoke out on the racism that he saw within Saxony's police force.  

The German government plans to roll out more charging stations for E-Autos to encourage greater use of environmentally friendly vehicles. 

Germany's main court declared certain sanctions in Hartz-IV, Germany's welfare system, to be unconstitutional. 

Cutting benefits by 60% if a Hartz-IV user refuses a job offer was among the measures declared to be unconstitutional.

The story of Bach's tomb and afterlife in the Thomaskirche: a two and a half century saga.

 The story of Bach's tomb and afterlife in the Thomaskirche: a two and a half century saga

J.S. Bach died from a stroke on 28 July, 1750 in Leipzig, on what was likely a hot summer day, after years of battling diabetes, high blood pressure, increasingly poor eyesight and, at the last, blindness.



 He lived to be 65 – a long life by the standards of his time. In contrast, Schubert, Mozart, Mendelssohn and Chopin never made it to 40. 

Bach died a successful and accomplished man. He lived long enough to enjoy his sons’ successes – Carl Philipp Emanuel made it as a member of Frederick the Great’s royal orchestra in Berlin, his music admired and in demand across Europe, while Johann Christian Bach, 15 when his father died, had already shown himself to be a promising musician and would go on to influence Haydn and Mozart (as would C.P.E.). 

Wilhelm Friedemann, whom some have interpreted as the black sheep of the Bach family (he has sometimes been portrayed as a drunken womanizer of great but wasted talent living in his father’s shadow), at the time was organist at the Liebfrauenkirche in Halle, while Johann Christoph Friedrich Bach was appointed organist at Bückeburg around the time of his father’s death. 

Contrary to a common myth, Anna Magdalena did not die a beggar (see Wolff’s biography for more on this). 

She remained a respected member of the Leipzig community, receiving a regular pension from the Leipzig city council until her death on 22 February, 1760. 

The pension, however, was scant, and Anna Magdalena and her two youngest daughters had to rely on public charity to make ends meet.

 Anna Magdalena Bach remains an unacknowledged hero of the Bach family saga.

 without her unsung efforts both musical and extra-musical, it is doubtful that Bach's sons, and indeed Bach himself, could have achieved so much.

J.S. Bach was buried in the Old St. John’s Cemetery in Leipzig in an unmarked grave. 

According to oral tradition, the grave was “six paces away from the south portal”. 

This tradition was based on the oral testimony of a 75-year-old man (born in 1819), who had been told about the grave in 1834 by a 90-year-old gardener who was 6 at the time of Bach’s death.

The grave was unmarked until 1894, when his skeleton was moved to a vault in the Johanniskirche upon inspection by Wilhelm His, an anatomist who declared that the remains in the supposed grave were indeed Bach’s. 

Herr His based his conclusion on the size of the skeleton – Bach was a big man, and the unearthed skeleton was unusually large for an early/mid 18th century German man. 

The Johanniskirche was destroyed by Allied bombs during WWII, and Bach’s remains were moved to the sanctuary of the St. Thomas Church and dedicated on July 28, 1950, on the two hundredth anniversary of Bach’s death.

 This was an important event in the cultural life of East Germany.

 Walter Ulbricht had just become the General Secretary of the Central Committee, and he wanted to begin his rule with a powerful cultural statement. 

For the 200th anniversary celebrations, Stalin, who was an admirer of Bach’s music (Bach was regularly performed in the ‘30s and ‘40s in the Soviet Union), sent Shostakovich as a judge for the first International Johann Sebastian Bach Competition. 

The celebrations coincided with the move of Bach’s remains to their present location in the Thomaskirche. 

With Stalin’s approval, Ulbricht and his communist colleagues had thus transformed Bach into a working-class hero and a symbol of East German greatness. 

Bach's tomb remains in the middle of the Thomaskirche’s sanctuary, flanked by portraits on nearby walls of the Stadtsuperintenden of Leipzig from 1614 onwards.

 It has become an important place of pilgrimage for Bach lovers from around the world and is among the most visited tombs in world, attracting 70,000+ visitors yearly during the summer Bachfests.

Whether or not the remains are indeed Bach's remains a mystery.

Oscar the fischer suddenly developed a case of acute appendicitis in September of 1943 and died at the age of 63.

 Oscar Fischer, Undertaker (1905).  According to legend, a speech delivered in Cincinnati was one of the reasons Oscar Fischer wound up in Cullman.  The speech was a recruitment talk by Col. Cullman to entice German immigrants to join his new colony in Alabama.


Carl Fischer was born near Berlin, Germany in 1836.  The Fischer family left Bremen, Germany in 1869 and landed in New York. 

 From there they moved to Minnesota where the family engaged in farming.  Carl found success up north, but the cold weather disagreed with him.  

In 1888, Carl, his wife, and three of his sons moved to Cullman.  One of the sons was Carl’s youngest, named Oscar.

Carl wasted no time in establishing a new farm in Cullman County about a mile east of the city. 

 There, he established a dairy and set about improving his stock with the purchase of a Holstein bull at the Alabama State Fair in Birmingham in 1890.  He also began raising Angora goats and sheep.

Carl Fischer continued to manage his farm until his death at the age of 65 in 1901.  His wife Henrietta followed him in death in 1914.  They were both buried in the Cullman City Cemetery.

While he continued to farm on the side, Oscar chose an altogether different occupation.  In September of 1904, he returned to Cullman from Nashville where he completed a course in embalming.

  Fischer opened a business house opposite J.R. Griffin’s store on 3rd Avenue.  The new store featured a complete line of coffins, caskets, and burial robes.  A new hearse was ordered and was on the way to the new establishment.

That same year, Oscar married Lena Buchmann.  Lena was daughter of John Henry and Margaret Boeger Buchmann.  The Buchmann’s were a successful and influential family in early Cullman history.

Besides his business house opposite Griffin’s on 3rd Avenue where he sold his undertaking supplies, Fischer also maintained an office in J.H. Karter’s store nearby.

Capitalizing on his success and reputation as an undertaker, Fischer made his first run for county coroner in 1908 on the Republican ticket.  However, he lost to chemist and druggist Albert Hoeppner by 144 votes.  In 1912, he ran again, but this time lost to Dr. Philip Hartung.

Fischer ran unopposed for coroner the third time in 1916 and won in the year when the Democrats lost every candidate in the race except for O.S. Roden, who kept his post as Clerk of the Circuit Court.

The 1910s were successful years for Fischer.  Not only was he elected coroner in 1916, his undertaking business expanded.

  In 1911, Oscar tore down the old wood frame house on the corner of 3rd Street and 3rd Avenue and contracted with noted Cullman architect W.A. Schlosser to build a new brick building on the same corner.

After investing so much money in the new building by 1913, with a grin, Fischer complained he might go bankrupt if more people didn’t die in Cullman.  

In coming years, Oscar leased part of the building to Well’s Drug Store.  During WWII, the building was home to the Home and Auto Store, managed by Bruce and Dwight Pylant.  The Pylant’s sold Firestone products.

Outside his business interests, Oscar Fischer had two other great passions:  cars and dogs.

About 1915, Fischer built a large garage just down the street from his undertaking establishment.  For many years afterwards, it was the Cullman Studebaker dealership.  

In the 1920s, Oscar allowed the city of Cullman to keep an International Harvester fire truck in one of the garage bays to service fire calls on that side of the city.  Fischer staffed the garage 24 hours a day which saved a lot of time when the occasional fire alarm was turned in.

Also in the 1920s, Fischer opened a satellite undertaking business in Hanceville.  It was managed by Ed Wenzel.

Incidentally, Fischer twice briefly served as Cullman County Sheriff.  The first time was July of 1919 when he was called to fill in for John Sparks after he was killed in the line of duty. 

 The second time was about a year later when Sheriff Graves was jailed following the killing of a moonshiner.  Both stints as sheriff lasted only a few days or weeks until the Governor appointed others to fill out the unexpired terms.

Oscar’s fondness for fox hunting and dogs came together to his detriment once in 1927.  In February of 1927 one of his dogs went mad and bit him.  

Fischer was forced to undergo a series of painful rabies shots.  To make matters worse, the same thing happened with another dog in May of 1928, resulting in another round of treatments.

Oscar and Lena Fischer had three children:  Lorine (1905), Erwin “Scoop” (1906) and Alene (1908).  Both of the girls suffered untimely deaths.  The first to go was Aline.

Alene Fischer was the popular valedictorian of the 1926 Cullman County High School graduates. 

 One Monday morning in June of 1926, Aline traveled to Hartselle to visit the principal of the Morgan County High School.  She was to teach history at the school in the fall.

After returning from Hartselle, she complained of a backache and went to the family medicine chest and grabbed a bottle of pills.

  Instead of pain pills, Aline mistakenly swallowed some bichloride of mercury tablets.  Normally such tablets were used as a topical antiseptic and disinfectant.  Taken orally, the pills were lethal.

Not long after taking the deadly pills, Alene suffered an agonizing death in her father’s arms.  Her last words were, “Oh, Daddy, I believe that I’m dying.”  She was 17.

Lorine Fischer finished college at the University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa.  She taught English and History in schools across North Alabama.  She also loved to travel.  She married Howard Speake Gibson in 1934.

Lorine Fischer Gibson was killed when she stepped in front of a southbound L&N freight train at the depot at Hartselle in August of 1948.

  The Morgan County coroner ruled the death was suicide.  Reportedly, Lorine was in ill health some months prior to her death.  She was 43-years-old.

Oscar Fischer’s only son was Ervin Frederick “Scoop” Fischer.  He followed his father in the profession of embalming.  He studied at Nashville and passed the Alabama Board of Embalmers in April of 1931. 

 Scoop joined the Navy in 1941 and was stationed in the Aleutian Islands off the coast of Alaska.  After the War, he farmed and was the owner of a garage in Cullman.

In 1932, Oscar Fischer allied with the Service Insurance Company and worked with them in selling and servicing burial insurance policies.  Over the next few years, the company evolved into the Brown-Service Funeral Company.  

Fischer entered the Republican race for coroner again in 1936.  This time he lost to Grady Moss by a margin of almost 3 to 1.  Oscar made a final bid for coroner in 1940.  He was defeated by Bill Drinkard 5,541 to 3,138

When Lecy Doil Tanner of Holly Pond died in February of 1940, the roads were almost impassable.  January of 1940 was one of the coldest and iciest months in memory. 

 Fifteen inches of snow was on the ground in late January and temperatures at night were in the single digits.  When Lecy died in early February, the roads had just barely begun to thaw out.  They were a muddy and icy mess.

Motorized vehicles were out of the question, so to carry Tanner to her final resting place, Oscar dusted off his 1905 horse drawn hearse which had remained in storage for the past 21 years.  Lecy’s grandson, George, supplied a pair of fine gray horses.

  In that manner, Mrs. Charles Sanders Tanner was elegantly conveyed to the New Hope #2 Baptist Church Cemetery.  It was probably the last time a horse drawn hearse was ever used in Cullman County.

In 1942, Brown-Service bought out the Drinkard Funeral Home burial policies as well as the funeral home business and equipment of Oscar Fischer in Cullman and in Hanceville. 

 Fischer effectively retired, but remained employed by the company as a “special representative and special undertaker” when he was called upon for his services.

However, just a few months later, Oscar the fischer  suddenly developed a case of acute appendicitis in September of 1943 and died at the age of 63.

Oscar’s wife, Lena Buchmann Fischer, lived for many more years and died at the age of 87 in January of 1968.  Erwin Frederick “Scoop” Fischer, the last of the Oscar Fischer family, died in February of 1978.  

All of the Oscar Fischer family were buried in the Cullman City Cemetery.

Oscar Fischer’s legacy can be found in dozens of Cullman County cemeteries.  Often a family could not afford an elaborate stone monument.  

Instead, they never replaced the simple cast concrete flat monument with a name and some dates, provided by Oscar Fischer, whose name is advertised along with that of the deceased.

The words of rightful cause.

 

Trusting and unsuspecting. Innocent in their ignorance. Mesmerized and glorified by words of guile and inducement. A motivation of loyalty.


A march to glory, “the fight is right, we are true and you are the lie!” Your provocations must be answered. “Your way is not our way and we are here to stop you!”

And oh how they were driven. By flags, banners, silver badges and the paraphernalia of rank. A motto and a song, and the swearing of allegiance to those at the top.

They were told … “Don’t ask why, cos the Boss knows best.” They do this for us, for family, for Nation, for our God! 

They are our leaders and kings, they are wise and knowing … don’t ask, for to ask is to betray the cause.

Then the killing started, the bullets flew, and the cries and stench filled their being. 

At last, the questions began …

‘Why did the son of a rice-farmer from Japan fight with the son of a cattle-rancher from America for the possession of a remote island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean?

What drove a German Christian to exterminate a French Jew in a Polish prison camp?

Why would India's, Canada’s, and New Zealand’s sons die on the hillside of a monastery in Italy, fighting a European nation that did not belong to Italy?’

Did the sheep ask the Boss’ of each country?Why are we doing this?” “Why did you lead us to do these things?” “Why am I killing others and being killed in your name?”

The leaders of over 50 nations were actively responsible for their people participating in World War II

The leaders of over 25 nations were actively responsible for their people participating in World War I

We are now at the brink of World War III

Again, I hear the words of rightful cause.

I see the flags and banners.

Loyalty, a march to glory, for family, country, God.

“We are true, you are the lie!”This time, will we ask our leaders “why and for who” before it begins?


The death of Lotte Lenya on this day in 1981 (age 83).

Lotte Lenya (18 October 1898 – 27 November 1981) was an Austrian singer, diseuse, and actress. In the German-speaking and classical music world she is best remembered for her performances of the songs of her husband, Kurt Weill. 


In English-language film she is remembered for her Academy Award-nominated role in The Roman Spring of Mrs. Stone (1961) and as the sadistic and vengeful Rosa Klebb in the James Bond movie From Russia with Love (1963).

In 1922 Lenya was seen by her future husband, the German composer Kurt Weill, during an audition for his first stage score Zaubernacht, but because of his position behind the piano, she did not see him.

 She was cast, but owing to her loyalty to her voice teacher who was not, she declined the role.

She accepted the part of Jenny in the first performance of The Threepenny Opera (Die Dreigroschenoper) in 1928 and the part became her breakthrough role. 

During the last years of the Weimar Republic, she was busy in film and theatre, and especially in Brecht-Weill plays. She also made several recordings of Weill's songs.

With the rise of Nazism in Germany, she left the country, having become estranged from Weill. (They would later divorce and remarry.

In March, 1933, she fled to Paris, where she sang the leading part in Brecht-Weill's "sung ballet", The Seven Deadly Sins.

Lenya and Weill settled in New York City on 10 September 1935.

During the summer of 1936, Lenya, Paul Green, Cheryl Crawford and her husband rented an old house at 277 Trumbull Avenue in Nichols, Connecticut, about two miles from Pine Brook Country Club, which was the summer rehearsal headquarters of the Group Theatre.

It was here that Green and Weill wrote the screenplay and music for the controversial Broadway play Johnny Johnson, which was titled after the most frequently occurring name on the American casualty list of World War I. 

It was also during this time that Lenya had her first American love affair with playwright Paul Green.

During World War II, Lenya did a number of stage performances, recordings and radio performances, including for the Voice of America. 

After a badly received part in her husband's musical The Firebrand of Florence in 1945 in New York, she withdrew from the stage. After Weill's death in 1950, she was coaxed back to the stage. 

She appeared on Broadway in Barefoot in Athens and married influential American editor George Davis.

The first 761st tank battalion in ww ll


These African American heroes battled the Nazis, but were still treated as second-class citizens in their home country.


In October of 1944, the 761st tank battalion became the first African American tank squad to see combat in World War II.


 And, by the end of the war, the Black Panthers had fought their way further east than nearly every other unit from the United States, receiving 391 decorations for heroism.

 They fought in France  and Belgium , and were one of the first American battalions to meet the Russian Army in Austria.  

 They also broke through Nazi Germany’s Siegfried line, allowing General George S. Patton‘s troops to enter Germany. 

During the war, the 761st participated in four major Allied campaigns including the Battle of the Bulge, the last major German World War II campaign on the Western Front.

 Germany’s defeat in this battle is widely credited with turning the tide of the war towards an Allied victory.

Although the U.S. military would remain heavily segregated until 1948, men of all races around the country volunteered for service when Pearl Harbor was attacked in 1941.

 Black enlistees were generally diverted to segregated units and divisions, mostly in combat support roles. However, there were units of African American soldiers—like World War II’s Tuskegee Airmen and the 761st Tank Battalion—that played significant roles in military operations.

The 761st commanding officer, Lt. Colonel Paul L. Bates, was well aware of the prevalent racist attitudes towards Black soldiers, and so he pushed the battalion to achieve excellence.

 The 761st Tank Battalion was formed in the spring of 1942 and according to Army historical records, had 30 Black officers, six white officers, and 676 enlisted men.

 One of those 36 officers was baseball  star #JackieRobinson, who never saw the European theater due to his refusal to give up his seat on a military bus and subsequent court battle.

This majority-Black military unit was known by the nickname “#BlackPanthers” in reference to the the panther patches they wore on their uniforms. 

Whether the name or the patch—which sported the slogan “Come Out Fighting”—came first is anyone’s guess. 

Some have speculated they received the moniker because they were using German Panzer-kampf-wagens, aka Panther tanks. 

However records indicate that the 761st used Sherman and Stuart tanks).

In 1944, the 761st was assigned to General George S. Patton’s Third Army in France. Patton was well known for his colorful personality and upon meeting the troops, exclaimed:

“Men, you’re the first Negro tankers to ever fight in the American Army. I would never have asked for you if you weren’t good.

 I have nothing but the best in my Army. I don’t care what color you are as long as you go up there and kill those Kraut sons of bitches. 

Everyone has their eyes on you and is expecting great things from you… Don’t let them down and damn you, don’t let me down!”

By all accounts, they didn’t. Starting on November 7, 1944, the 761st Battalion served for over 183 consecutive days under General Patton. 

By comparison, most analogous units at the front line only served one or two weeks.

 During the Battle of the Bulge, the 761st was up against the troops of the 13th SS Panzer Division, but by January 1945, the German forces had retreated and abandoned the road, which had been a supply corridor for the Nazi army.

 By the end of the Battle of The Bulge, three officers and 31 enlisted men of the 761st had been killed in action.

In May 1945, the Black Panthers were part of the Allied forces who liberated Gunskirchen, a subcamp of the Mauthausen concentration camp. 

One woman liberated by the unit, 17-year old Sonia Schreiber Weitz, described the soldier who saved her in the poem, “The Black Messiah”:

A Black GI stood by the door

(I never saw a Black before)

He’ll set me free before I die,

I thought, he must be the Messiah

After the war the Army awarded the unit with four campaign ribbons. In addition, the men of the 761st received a total of 11 Silver Stars, 69 Bronze Stars and about 300 Purple Hearts.

 Back at home, though, the surviving members of the 761st returned from Europe to a still-segregated nation. 

Texas native Staff Sgt. Floyd Dade Jr. described the contradictions for Black soldiers coming back to the United States in an oral history, saying “we didn’t have equal rights…democracy was against us. I was just fighting for my country.”

When Staff Sgt. Johnnie Stevens attempted to catch a bus home to New Jersey from Georgia’s Fort Benning, the bus driver refused to let him board.

 Jackie Robinson, whose charges for refusing to give up his seat on the military bus were eventually dropped, later noted that men of the 761st had died fighting for a country where they didn’t have equal rights.

As the years passed, the achievements of the Black Panthers began to receive more recognition. In 1978, the 761st received a Presidential Unit Citation, which recognizes units that “display such gallantry, determination, and esprit de corps in accomplishing [their] mission under extremely difficult and hazardous conditions as to set [them] apart from and above other units in the same campaign.”

In 1997, President Bill Clinton posthumously presented the Medal of Honor to seven men who had served in the battalion.

No African American who deserved the Medal of Honor for his service in World War II received it,” Clinton noted.

“Today we fill the gap in that picture and give a group of heroes, who also love peace but adapted themselves to war, the tribute that has always been their due,” Clinton continued.

 “Now and forever, the truth will be known about these African Americans who gave so much that the rest of us might be free.”

The terrible death of sergeant Robert Hopkins, during the battle of prisoners war.

 A flag colored in part with the blood of U.S. prisoners of war and draped over their coffins for funerals at stalags was used one last time at Arlington National Cemetery.



 

The flag covered the coffin of its owner, retired Sergeant Robert Hopkins. The former enlisted Chaplain from the 38th Field Artillery Battalion, 2nd Infantry Division, used the flag at more than 300 POW funerals during World War II. 

It was transported to the Virginia cemetery from its home at the 2nd ID Museum at Camp Red Cloud, where Hopkins left it in 1979. 

Hopkins was captured in the Battle of the Bulge at Krinkelt, Belgium, in December 1944 and forced to march with 2,300 POWs to a stalag, or World War II German prisoner of war camp. 

“Within two weeks of being a prisoner, it was my sad job to bury over 700 American soldiers. Not because they were all worn out.

 Not because they were ready to die but because somebody didn’t want them to live. The Germans would shoot them for sport,” he recalled at the time he donated the flag to the museum. 

Hopkins was a POW at Stalag VIIIA near Gorlitz and in January 1945 officiated the first formal military funeral service inside Germany, for American POW Bruce Schalm. 

The Germans agreed to allow a flag to be used and for Schalm to be buried in a makeshift casket made of boards bound with wire. Prison corpses were normally stripped and tossed in an open pit, Hopkins said. 

“The flag … was made from two sugar bags, which two British soldiers stole from the camp,” he recalled. 

It was painted with blue and red dye mixed with blood, he said. 

“That was easy to come by. Soldiers were always bleeding to death,” he said. 

Guards photographed the service for propaganda purposes but POWs stole the photographs. The Germans were furious, Hopkins said. 

“Three days later, I watched two British soldiers being shot to death by having bullets fired into their feet, then every six inches up their bodies until they died.

 Their last words were ‘Don’t let them find the flag, use it for the memory of all who die,’ ” he said. 

When Hopkins was transferred to another stalag he took the flag with him. He and other soldiers carried it for more than 2,300 miles all over Germany, he said. 

“The flag was hid so no German could find it. After we left Gorlitz the guards were more tolerable and at times we were permitted to use the flag, then the flag would go into hiding again,” he said. 

Four months later, Hopkins escaped, taking the flag with him. After the war he became a Methodist Minister in Natural Bridge, Virginia. 

After he died earlier this month, his family asked the 2nd ID Museum to loan them the flag for his funeral at Arlington National Cemetery. 

The Center for Military History approved the request and the flag is on its way to Arlington. It will return to the 2nd ID Museum after the ceremony, a museum staff member said. 

“We are honoring a member of the greatest generation and this is the least we can do. This guy was a real hero,” the staff member said. 

Hopkins’ son, Norman Hopkins, who served as a U.S. Army Sergeant in Vietnam, said his father often told the story of the flag, which sat in a cupboard of their home while he was growing up. 

“When I was young, I used to see the flag and hold it in my hands. Dad would tell me about the British soldiers who got shot because they would not give it up.

 The flag meant a lot to my dad and it means a lot to me,” he said. 

Norman Hopkins said that although his father was a Chaplain, he carried a .45 revolver and a Thompson machine gun during the war. 

“He was asked one time … why he carried guns. He said: ‘A shepherd must protect his flock.’” 

Hopkins’s funeral will include an honor guard to fold the flag before its return to the museum, he said. 

The British soldier’s sacrifices for the flag are an example for today’s soldiers, Norman Hopkins said. 

The last time it was used at a funeral, he said, “was in World War II. I hope… the alliances we have in Europe and in Asia are as strong as they were during World War II.

 It doesn’t matter if it is a South Korean soldier, a French soldier, an Italian soldier or an Australian soldier. The alliance should be there.”


On this day 1953 The 1st BATTALION and TROOP C.

 Korean war hero Maurice Micklewhite Jr.

Maurice Micklewhite Jr., the future Academy Award winner AKA Sir Michael Caine was drafted into the British Army in May 1951. In August 1952, he arrived in Korea as a member of the 1st Battalion Royal Fusiliers.


 



Stationed on the front lines along the Samichon River, Caine saw extensive combat and participated in dangerous nighttime patrols into no man’s land. 

Mickelwhite was sent to the front along the Samichon River Valley, where he fought the Chinese and North Koreans in raids and patrols, often at night. In 1953, he would contract malaria and get sent home. 

Three years later, he earned his first acting credit playing a British Army private in Korea under the stage name Michael Caine.

Military service wasn't a foreign concept to the young actor. His father served during World War II and, like many Britishers, Caine and his family felt the war every day.

 Even though the family fled London to escape the German Luftwaffe during the Blitz, Caine would return to work odd jobs for the film industry at age 16.

In 1951, he was called up to serve in the British Army. After a quick stint in the forces occupying Germany, he was sent to combat training in Japan and eventually landed in Korea.

 Caine and the 1st Fusiliers operated near what is today the border between North and South Korea. He was just 19 years old.

His experience gives him a lot of sympathy for today's soldiers fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan, he wrote in his 2010 memoir, "The Elephant to Hollywood."

"I know what it feels like to be sent off to fight an unpopular war that no one at home really understands or cares about," he wrote. 

And then to come back and meet a complete lack of understanding. Or worse, indifference."

Caine didn't know anything about Korea or the war or why the two sides were fighting. His entire experience in the military before training to go to Korea had been at the firing range with an obsolete Lee-Enfield .303 rifle.

Nothing, he says, could have prepared him for what happened during his first watch on guard duty during the absolute darkness of the Korean night.

From his trench, the night was split open by enemy flares lighting up the battlefield and by the hordes of the enemy charging towards him.

The first time he heard a Chinese trumpet break the stillness, he barely had time to ask his buddy what that was before hundreds of trumpets joined in

"There in front of us, a terrifying tableau was illuminated," he recalls. "Thousands of Chinese advancing toward our positions, led by troops of demonic trumpet players.

 The artillery opened up but they still came on, marching toward our machine guns and certain death."

Caine describes the minefield they'd constructed to defend themselves from such a human wave as "suddenly irrelevant.

 Wave after wave of Chinese infantry committed suicide, throwing themselves onto barbed wire so their bodies could be used as a bridge.

"They were eventually beaten off," the actor says of the Chinese soldiers. "But they were insanely brave."

After getting sent to war so early in his life, Caine came to believe that war ages kids well beyond their years. 

He and his mates were approaching 20 years old when they went to the front lines of Korea. On the way back, they encountered the units who would be replacing them.

"They were 19-year-olds, as we had been when we went in," Caine says. "I looked at them and I looked at us, and we looked 10 years older than they did."

The actor recalls the closest he came to death during the war, on a night time patrol in no man's land. It was a moment that he says still haunts him to this day.

Three British troops covered themselves in mud and mosquito repellant in order to make their way deeper into the valley, an area they had been fighting to take for weeks.

 They were headed for the Chinese lines to try and gather information. On their way back to their own lines, they suddenly smelled garlic in the air.

"The Chinese ate garlic like chewing gum," Caine says. "We realized we were being followed."

The fusiliers threw themselves on the ground as a unit of Chinese pursuers began searching the brush for them. Rather than die in the weeds, the trio decided to charge the enemy, guns blazing.

This incident comes back to the actor when others try to attack him or bring him down. He thinks about what happened on that hill in Korea, and realizes that no one could ever make him feel hopeless again.

"I just think, as I did on that Korean hillside, 'You cannot frighten me or do anything to me and if you try, I'll take as much or as many of you with me as I can.'"

Photo of Caine from the movie, "A Bridge Too Far."

The Giant Killer book & page honors these incredible war heroes making sure their stories of valor and sacrifice are never forgotten. God Bless our Vets!

Story by Blake Stilwell

The 1ST BATTALION GLOUCESTERSHIRE REGIMENT, BRITISH ARMY and TROOP C, 170TH INDEPENDENT MORTAR BATTERY, ROYAL ARTILLERY, attached, are cited for exceptionally outstanding performance of duty and extraordinary heroism in action against the armed enemy near Solma-ri, Korea on the 23rd, 24th and 25th of April, 1951.

 The 1st BATTALION and TROOP C were defending a very critical sector of the battle front during a determined attack by the enemy. The defending units were overwhelmingly outnumbered. 

The 83rd Chinese Communist Army drove the full force of its savage assault at the positions held by the 1st BATTALION, GLOUCESTERSHIRE REGIMENT and attached unit. 

The route of supply ran Southeast from the battalion between two hills. 

The hills dominated the surrounding terrain northwest to the Imjin River. Enemy pressure built up on the battalion front during the day 23 April. 

On 24 April the weight of the attack had driven the right flank of the battalion back.

 The pressure grew heavier and heavier and the battalion and attached unit were forced into a perimeter defence on Hill 235.

 During the night, heavy enemy forces had by-passed the staunch defenders and closed all avenues of escape.

 The courageous soldiers of the battalion and attached unit were holding the critical route selected by the enemy for one column of the general offensive designed to encircle and destroy 1st Corps. 

These gallant soldiers would not retreat. As they were compressed tighter and tighter in their perimeter defence, they called for close-in air strikes to assist in holding firm. 

Completely surrounded by tremendous numbers, these indomitable, resolute, and tenacious soldiers fought back with unsurpassed fortitude and courage.

 As ammunition ran low and the advancing hordes moved closer and closer, these splendid soldiers fought back viciously to prevent the enemy from overrunning the position and moving rapidly to the south.

 Their heroic stand provided the critically needed time to regroup other 1st Corps units and block the southern advance of the enemy.

 Time and again efforts were made to reach the battalion, but the enemy strength blocked each effort. Without thought of defeat or surrender, this heroic force demonstrated superb battlefield courage and discipline. 

Every yard of ground they surrendered was covered with enemy dead until the last gallant soldier of the fighting battalion was over-powered by the final surge of the enemy masses.

 The 1st BATTALION, GLOUCESTERSHIRE REGIMENT and TROOP C, 170th INDEPENDENT MORTAR BATTERY displayed such gallantry, determination, and esprit de corps in accomplishing their mission under extremely difficult and hazardous conditions as to set them apart and above other units participating in the same battle.

 Their sustained brilliance in battle, their resoluteness, and extraordinary heroism are in keeping with the finest traditions of the renowned military forces of the British Commonwealth, and reflect unsurpassed credit on these courageous soldiers and their homeland.


Wednesday, December 20, 2023

He walked alone the night he died.

 He walked alone the night he died.

He was recognized as Oklahoma’s Greatest Hero, the most highly decorated Native American serviceman during World War I, one of the original "Code Talkers" as well as receiving France’s highest military honor after he and 23 other soldiers held off more than 200 German soldiers.


A full blooded Choctaw, he remembered the stories his grandparents told him, when they were forced to walk away from their home tribal lands during the Trail of Tears as part of the infamous Indian Removal Act.

Yet, when the same country who forced his grandparents to walk the Trail of Tears found itself in World War I, he would walk 22 miles to the nearest town to join the Army and defend this country.

But, he didn’t die battling German soldiers during the war - he died on a lonely, Oklahoma road, hit accidentally by a truck while walking. He had been forgotten by his country, broke, struggling to support his family.

His name is Joseph Oklahombi. He received a Silver Star for risking his life during the war, but since Native Americans during that time were not citizens and minority soldiers were rarely recognized, he never received the Medal of Honor he deserved.

This is a new story on the Jon S. Randal Peace Page, focusing on past and present stories seldom told of lives forgotten, ignored, or dismissed. The stories are gathered from writers, journalists, and historians to share awareness and foster understanding.

This is a story honoring Joseph Oklahombi and all the Native Americans who courageously served this nation, for this Veteran’s Day weekend during National Native American Heritage Month.

Like Ira Hayes (another Native American hero honored by the Peace Page), Joseph Oklahombi didn’t set out to be a hero, yet he became one but was never honored or recognized during his lifetime.

Oklahombi was born in 1895 in the Kiamichi Mountains of Southeastern Oklahoma in what was then called Indian Territory. He was a member of the Choctaw nation. 

He remembered the stories his grandparents told him when 1,000 Choctaw were forced out of their native lands in 1846 as part of President Andrew Jackson’s Indian Removal Act, made to walk all the way to Oklahoma Indian Territory in what was known as the Trail of Tears.

“When the U.S. entered World War I in April 1917, many Native Americans welcomed the opportunity to serve in the armed forces,” according to the Smithsonian / National Museum of the American Indian. “By September, nearly 12,000 men had registered for military service. Native women also volunteered and served as army nurses in France. Approximately 10,000 American Indians joined the Red Cross, collecting money and donating supplies to support the war effort. All this when one third of American Indians remained unrecognized as U.S. citizens.”

“Joseph Oklahombi was not officially recognized as a citizen of the United States at the time of his enlistment,” according to the US Department of Veteran’s Affairs. But, when World War I started, “he enlisted in the Army and served as part of the Company D, 1st Battalion, 141st Regiment, 71st Brigade of the 36th Infantry Division.

He would find himself at one of the largest and bloodiest contests during WWI, the Meuse-Argonne campaign.

“During the October 1918 Meuse-Argonne campaign German intelligence successfully intercepted Allied military correspondence,” wrote Anthony Two Hawks Charoensook. “To combat the problem the 141st, 142d, and 143d Infantry Regiments utilized Choctaw soldiers, including Oklahombi, to translate messages in their native tongue. At headquarters they ‘decoded’ Choctaw into English and communicated messages to those in the field.

These Choctaw were the original ‘Code Talkers.’”

[When most people hear the term “Code Talker,” they immediately think of the courageous Navajos who fought with the United States Marine and Army units throughout the Pacific in WWII. But the fact is that the original Code Talkers came about in WWI,” according to The Veteran’s Site.]

But, “Pvt. Joseph Oklahombi of the 141st Infantry Regiment went beyond his duties as a translator,” according to writer Matt Fratus.

“In October 1918, Oklahombi and 23 of his fellow D Co. soldiers were cut off from the rest of the  company and were surrounded by vastly superior numbers,” according to Dan Doyle of The Veterans Site. “They were being raked by a German machine gun nest that was supported by 50 trench mortars.”

“Oklahombi braved a violent artillery barrage and scampered some 210 yards through barbed wire entanglements across no man’s land to ambush a series of German machine-gun nests,” wrote Fratus.

“Under relentless shelling (including the use of chemical gas), Oklahombi held the line for the next four days. Without resupply of food, water, or ammunition, Oklahombi crossed no man’s land many times to acquire intelligence on enemy forces and assist his wounded comrades.”

He and his men captured more than 50 machine guns, several trench mortars, and 171 prisoners.

The French government would award Oklahombi the Croix de Guerre, one of the country’s highest medals for gallantry. But, his own country would only issue Oklahombi the Silver Star medal, the third-highest achievement for valor.

“At that time, no Native American service members from World War I had received the Medal of Honor,” wrote Fratus. “The US didn’t consider Native Americans as US citizens until 1924, some eight years after Oklahombi’s battlefield heroics.”

In fact, “no minority soldier at the time had ever received a Medal of Honor,” according to writer Ginny Underwood.

“A humble man by nature and culture, [Oklahombi] returned home from the war with no fanfare or fuss,” wrote Doyle. “He rejoined his wife and children and worked in a sawmill. Like the other Code Talkers, he was sworn to secrecy about what he did during the war, just as the Navajo Code Talkers would be after WWII.”

“When he came home from war, they told him not to talk about how he served as a code talker in case they needed to use the language again,” Lee Watkins, a descendent of Oklahombi and member of Chihowa Okla United Methodist Church in Durant, Oklahoma, told United Methodist News. “For a long time, no one knew what he had done.”

“Oklahombi and the others honored that secrecy for the rest of their lives,” wrote Doyle.  “Their families never even knew what they had done as Code Talkers.

Fratus wrote: 

“In 1932, at age 37, Oklahombi requested government financial and disability assistance. Since he wasn’t wounded in the war, a government paycheck was never in the cards. Oklahombi couldn’t get a job, and for five years he struggled to obtain financial assistance. In 1937, The Daily Oklahoman featured a profile about Oklahombi’s war record and a report on the US government’s failure to take care of its Native American veterans.”

“The chances are that Oklahombi has earned less than $1,000 in cash in the 18 1/2 years since he returned from the war,” reporter R.G. Miller wrote.

“A truck struck and killed Oklahombi in 1960. His vocal supporters have advocated for his Silver Star medal to be upgraded to the Medal of Honor. So far, the effort has not succeeded.

“Many have attempted and are still attempting to get Oklahombi’s Silver Star upgraded to a Medal of Honor,” wrote Underwood.

In 2015, a group of students at Mannsville studied Oklahombi for their National History Day project.

Matt Patterson of the Oklahoman wrote:

“[The students] were struck by [Oklahombi’s] contributions to the war, and his bravery, but wondered why he wasn’t afforded the United States’ highest military honor.”

“The boys just could not figure out how he did not receive the Medal of Honor,” Mannsville teacher Nellie Garone said. “They looked at all of his accomplishments and how he served his country heroically and they felt like he deserved more recognition than he got at the time.”

“Those questions led to a project to help Oklahombi receive the honor,” according to the Oklahoman.

“He sacrificed so much that he deserves to be recognized for it,” eighth-grader Gus Peoples said. “One of the worst things that we found out during this was that had he been awarded the Medal of Honor he would have had more benefits for his family which he had a hard time supporting after the war.”

“Eighth-grader Alion Morgan was interested in his service during the war, but found the way Oklahombi was treated after it was troubling. He believes the man he has studied for the last year was not treated well.”

“The most interesting thing to me is how America treated him after the war,” he said. “He risked his life and the guys who got the medal after him who also fought in the war got money, and land and other things that he didn’t get. He had to struggle.”

“Eventually the boys reached a conclusion after their research,” wrote Patterson.

“He didn’t get it because he was Indian,” Morgan assistant 

Underwood wrote:

“Oklahombi is one of the many Native Americans who have honorably served their country.

“According to the Smithsonian National Museum of the American Indian, Native Americans have participated in each of America’s major military encounters since the Revolutionary War.

“The museum website notes that Native Americans have served in the armed forces at one of the highest rates per capita of all population groups, with approximately 31,000 American Indian and Alaska Native men and women currently serving around the world and 133,000 Native American veterans alive today.”

“American Indians were members of the first U.S. combat units to reach France in 1917; they fought in every critical engagement until the war ended in 1918. About 5 percent of Native American soldiers were killed, compared to 1 percent of U.S. forces as a whole.

“Indigenous people fought during World War I to demonstrate their patriotism, prove themselves in battle, and defend democracy in Europe. After the war, many expected the United States to reward their service by extending citizenship to all Native people and by respecting tribal lands and autonomy. Congress granted citizenship in 1924, but Native people would have to fight in other American wars before the federal government adopted a policy of tribal self-determination.

“On Friday [on Veteran’s Day], the National Museum of the American Indian hosted a grand procession and ceremony for the dedication of the National Native American Veterans Memorial,” according to Native News Online. 

More than 1,500 Native [American Indian, Alaska Native, and Native Hawaiian] veterans participated in a grand procession through the National Mall in Washington, D.C.

“The memorial honors Native American veterans and their families, and educates the public about their extraordinary contributions,” wrote Darren Thompson. “The memorial is the first national landmark in the nation’s capital to commemorate the military contributions of American Indians, Alaskan Natives and Native HHawai.

In a conversation on NPR’s KPCC, Cynthia Chavez Lamar, who directs the National Museum of the American Indian, and is a member of the San Felipe Pueblo and the first Native woman to head a Smithsonian museum, said, “Unfortunately, in American society, you know, American Indians are pretty invisible.” 

“The memorial is one way to represent, to make us visible.”

“We've lost lands. We've been disenfranchised in different ways. But at the end of the day, you know, we're going to fight for this country.”

The memorial celebrates warriors who defended their land and their people, according to Quil Lawrence of NPR News, quoting, Oklahoma artist, Vietnam veteran and Cheyenne and Arapaho nation member Harvey Phillip Pratt, who designed the monument

“Their blood is spilt all over this land,” said Pratt. “And we have spilt Native American blood all over this earth defending this land. And that - we will continue to defend it.”

Like Joseph Oklahombi.

“Private Joseph Oklahombi, a member of the Choctaw Nation, is one of the most decorated war heroes from Oklahoma,” wrote Underwood. “However, most of his contributions were unknown until after his death.”

“He didn’t enlist to be a hero; he did it because he loved his country,” said Watkpetition to Congress [see in comments] was submitted by Anthony Two Hawks Charoensook, stating, “Oklahombi was recognized as Oklahoma’s Greatest Hero even at the time the members of the Choctaw Nation were NOT U.S. citizens.

“We are asking Congress to honor and award Joseph Oklahombi the Medal of Honor he deserves for his contributions to The United States of America during World War 1.”

As of 11/12/2022, there have been 411 signers.

Tuesday, December 19, 2023

I am every World War II veteran you never knew.

    Dear Young PersonI . am an imaginary old man. I am every World War II veteran you never knew. I am each faceless GI from the bygone European War. Or any other war for that matter.


I am in my 90s and 100s now. Lots of young folks probably don’t even know I exist.  

In my war, I was one of the hundreds of thousands of infantrymen, airmen, sailors, marines, mess sergeants, seabees, brass hats, engineers, doctors, medics, buck privates, and rear-echelon potato-peelers.

We hopped islands in the Pacific. We served in the African war theater. We beat the devil, then we came home and became the old fart next door. 

Wartime was one heck of an era to be young. Let me tell ya. When we went overseas we were still teenagers, smooth skinned, scared spitless, with government haircuts, wearing brand new wedding rings. 

We hadn’t seen action yet, so we were jittery and lots of us smoked through a week’s rations of Luckies in one day.

Then it happened. It was different for everyone, but it happened. Shells landed everywhere. People screamed. And in a moment our fear melted away and we had war jobs to do. It didn’t matter who we were or which posts were ours. Everyone worked in the grand assembly line of battle.

When the smoke cleared and the action was over, we had new confidence in ourselves, and we were no longer boys.

And anyway, we weren’t just boys, we were girls, too. There were 350,000 females serving in the U.S. Armed Forces in World War II. People forget that.

Speaking of women. We guys were always talking about our sweethearts, wives, and mothers. If you mentioned someone’s girl a man was liable to talk for hours about her. 

And even if you’d already seen his wallet photos before, you never interrupted a guy talking about his gal. Because eventually you’d be talking about yours.

There were nights overseas when we would stare at the moon and wonder if our sweethearts were looking at the same moon. There were moments of indescribable loneliness.

Infantrymen had it the hardest. I don’t know how our doughboys did it. They lived like pack mules. Their boots got wet, their feet swelled, and their flesh became waterlogged. Chunks of their heels would fall off; the dreaded “trench foot.” 

The funny thing is, even though their feet were falling off these men still didn’t want to leave their posts. Many had to be dragged away cussing. That’s how committed these guys were.

Oh, and the food was godawful. You learned to appreciate the rarity of a creative company cook. 

In Italy, sometimes we could buy eggs from local merchants for outrageously inflated prices. One time I knew a guy who ate 32 scrambled eggs in his tent one night. I asked him why he did this and he told me he didn’t want to die without tasting eggs one last time.

A lot of guys brought banjos, guitars, and fiddles over there. They’d play music at night sometimes in the open Italian air. We’d square dance and laugh. Others would sit on their helmets, smoking, thinking of home, wiping their eyes.

The Germans had a local radio station that broadcasted American stuff like Bing and Frank. Then, between songs, a German gal talked propaganda over the airwaves to us American GIs in a sexy voice, trying to mess with our heads. 

She would speak flawless English and say, “Give up, boys, there’s no point trying, you can’t win. Everyone hates you. Your girls are at home cheating on you, they don’t love you anymore. Give up. It’s over. You lost.”

This was supposed to discourage us, but it usually just made us laugh. Or cry. Sometimes both.

When the war ended, we felt too much joy at once. In fact, most weren’t totally sure they could trust good news. A lot of guys got like that. 

So when we heard the official papers had been signed and the war was over, it was Christmas morning multiplied times a hundred. No. Times a trillion.

Those of us overseas immediately wrote letters to family and told our wives we were coming home, told our kids to grease up their baseball gloves. Our letters were covered in little wet polka dots, if you get my drift.

Stateside, there were huge celebrations happening. Sailors climbed lampposts to unfurl flags. Infantrymen stood on rooftops, toasting mugs of homebrew. Mothers were frying chickens out the wazoo.

People were partying everywhere from San Bernardino to Flatbush. Big cities, little towns, and the rural parts between. There were ticker tape parades, auto processions, and girls would kiss any guy in government clothes.

But on this important day, you know what I think about? I think about all the guys who never got kissed again. Our men in the soil. 

They were those who evaporated like the early morning fog over Anzio, or the thick mists of Normandy. They died young. And they died for a lot more than a three-day weekend of barbecues and Budweiser.

These were men who fell upholding the mantle of our unalienable American spirit, the Blessings of our Liberty, and the pride of their homeland. They were friends. 

They were the kids next door. They were children of God who once proved, beyond speculation, that even hellfire cannot kill the great idea that is America. I hope we never forget them. I know I never will. 

Happy Memorial Day.

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