Bill was my father’s brother and a true hero.
In the early fifties our families had rented a cabin on
Uncle Bill was mentioned in Walter Lords’ book, “Day of Infamy”. First published in 1957 and had its ninth printing in 1974 by Holt, Rinehart and Winston. I am including a hand written letter to me exactly as Uncle Bill wrote it on the last pages of this book.
were it many times but didn’t sink because we were in dry dock, the Japs really wanted to get the
Many were killed and injured, I helped fight fires caused by the bombs, I also carried the dead to the dock, as I had no gun station.
We lost all our Marines a total of about 50 men.
I saw Admiral Kimmel come aboard and never have seen a man so devastated looking; “Note” I still don’t and never will believe he was responsible for the awful licking we took that day.
were repaired enough to get back to
Your Uncle Bill
To write this was a difficult honor for me and I would like to thank every Navy and Marine Vet for being there to defend my right to freedom.
dad went right down to the recruiting office and joined the Army Air Corps when
he heard what happened to his brother.
Grandma had two stars hanging in her windows in
Thanks again Uncle Bill.
What To Do?
“Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference. The Marines don’t have that problem.” Ronald Reagan
I think the biggest thrill and honor for me was to watch my son Nathan sit at the table of honor with Mr. Lindbergh and his wife. I took pictures of the two men talking about the events that took place during that dreadful time in history. I believe Nathan was impressed, I know I was. Nathan had his new, digital battle camo, fatigues on and he looked great.
was also happy to rub shoulders with fellow Marines and new recruits. Also in attendance was Lance Cpl. Ryan L. Pauly, Platoon 2147, Company E. Pauly
graduated as company honor man of Company E, he is from
All of the enlisted men seemed to like Nathan and were always giving him a pat on the back or jolt on the shoulder when they passed by him. Nathan was also privileged to chat with the Marine Sgt. Major, the top enlisted man there. He is learning that he is making a difference and how much his uniform means to every one he meets.
Someday I shall hold a contest and have people vote for the dumbest thing I ever did. The winner will receive tickets for two to a mini trip to hell with me. I get to do all the planning and pick the destination. That should limit the entries to a few million. People who have been involved in any of my hair-brained schemes will be excluded for obvious reasons.
This one came to Ed and me in high school. On Saturdays we would take the bus downtown and wear out our welcome all over the place. One of these places was the Army/Navy surplus store. Most of our earthly possessions came from this Tiffanies of trash. We had old sleeping bags, mess kits, canteens, tents, Navy storm masks, disabled grenades, and one very old Army bugle. On this visit we found some surplus sea rations. We came up with a great idea. Wouldn’t it be fun to buy a few of these tasty leftovers from WWII and live on them for an entire week? Just think of the money that we would save if we learned how to eat this stuff and in our golden years we could spend that money on a brand new boat. We made our purchase. The total came to about one dollar each, or about fourteen cents per day. That came to less than a nickel per meal.
Each kit contained crackers, vitamin pills, malt tablets, salt tablets, candy, peanut butter, canned meat, canned biscuits, lots of powered things and salt and pepper and sugar. All of these things were stale but that did not matter to us we were tough.
When we got home the first thing we did was toss out the malt tabs, crackers, coffee, and anything that looked like a pill. That did not leave much. We divided everything into seven piles and ate our first meal. After diner Ed took his share home and I stashed mine in my room. On his way home Ed ate all of his candy and was sick by the time he arrived there. The next day in school we both ended up in the nurses’ station with stomachaches. When we were asked what was the matter we told the nurse that it must have been something from the school cafeteria. Even though we were sick we felt better when the nurse and the kitchen staff tore the place apart trying to solve the mystery. We thought of doing it again when we saw the commotion we caused. Alas we had eaten most of the rations in the first two days and we wouldn’t be hungry for a few more.