Memorial Day

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  1. dick, not quite dead white guy
    Posted May 27, 2019 at 8:30 am |

    In memory of two men I never met, but wish I had:

    Bugler Howard I. Carroll, my grandfather
    117th Trench Mortar Battery, 42nd (Rainbow) Division, WW1, 1917 – 1919

    The 117th fired more rounds than any other AEF trench mortar battery, supporting every infantry regiment in the Rainbow and for other divisions, earning 9 battle streamers for their flag.
    The French High Command credited the battery, at a strength of about 150 men working in gas masks in No-Man’s Land on 15-17 Jul 1918, with killing 2,400 German infantry and knocking out 25% of their tanks in their part of the 4th French Army’s breaking of the Fifth German Offensive.
    They fired at:
    (1) Luneville sector, Lorraine, February 21 to March 23, 1918;
    (2) Baccarat sector, Lorraine, March 31 to June 21, 1918;
    (3) Esperance-Souain sector, Champagne, July 4 to July 15, 1918;
    (4) Champagne-Marne defensive, July 15 to 17, 1918;
    (5) Aisne-Marne offensive July 25 to August 11, 1918;
    (6) St. Mihiel offensive, September 12 to 16, 1918;
    (7) Essey and Pannes sector, Woevre, September 17 to 30, 1918;
    (8) Meuse-Argonne offensive, October 12 to November 1, 1918;
    (9) Meuse-Argonne offensive, November 5 to 10, 1918;
    They stood before Sedan with the most advanced units of the AEF, and participated in the Rhine Occupation
    Awards: Victory Medal with 5 bars, Occupation Medal, Croix de Guerre
    Granddaddy Irvine died after the war from effects of being gassed, at age 36.

    Capt. Donald L. Gambrill, my father’s best friend, best man and my Godfather,
    485th Bomb Group (Heavy), WW2
    55 missions as B-24 lead pilot over Germany, Austria, Yugoslavia, Romania, Poland, Hungary, Czechoslovakia & Italy
    Awards: Distinguished Flying Cross (2), Air Medal (3), Purple Heart
    KIA 10-Apr-45, at age 20.

    They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:
    Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
    At the going down of the sun and in the morning
    We will remember them.

  2. Patricia
    Posted May 27, 2019 at 10:44 am |

    For my Uncle Joe who died fighting at sea in 1944 (two years before I was born) and was buried at sea. We have no grave to visit, but he is not forgotten.

  3. Dave
    Posted May 27, 2019 at 4:02 pm |

    Today some friends and I road out to Tahoma National Cemetery. It was jam-packed with visitors.