For many Texas boys of that time, due to the still-raging Great Depression, there weren't many career choices after high school outside of farming, and my dad had no intention of becoming a farmer. Instead he became a soldier.
At only 17 my dad had to get his parents permission before he could enlist in the Army. After his basic training he was assigned to the 1st Cavalry Division. Today the 1st Cavalry Division arrives in battle by helicopters or in tanks or humvees. In the late 1930's they arrived in battle on horseback.
No joke, my dad was a horse soldier. They still had horse-drawn chuck wagons and caissons. Mechanization was just being introduced into the US Army and therefore horses were still in use. As weapons of war they were probably pretty useless, but they still existed. He served under soon-to-be famous commanders such as George S. Patton (dad said he was one mean SOB). They went on maneuvers all over the Southwest....once he rode a horse from San Antonio to El Paso (about 550 miles).
After dad's horse was "requisitioned" by a Colonel to be his new polo mount dad was transferred to Troop Headquarters for a more agreeable job. When his enlistment was almost up dad's commanding officer approached him and said he had received orders to go overseas on a new assignment. He wanted his staff, including dad, to re-enlist and go with him to this exotic new post.
Dad, while tempted, had other plans. He wanted to go back home and marry his sweetheart, my mom. He reluctantly told his commanding officer he was mustering out of the army, thanks anyway.
Turns out that exotic overseas assignment was the Philippines, and the commanding officer was Colonel Jonathan M. Wainwright. The same Jonathan M. Wainwright who eventually surrendered American forces to the Japanese at Corregidor after the three-month-long Battle of Bataan.
The few survivors of that siege were sent on a horrific 80 mile forced march known as the Bataan Death March to a prison camp, and even fewer of them survived to see the Allies victorious in WWII.
I'm lucky to be here. Thanks, dad, for your fateful decision. I'm REALLY glad you got to be my dad. Happy Father's Day. :)
Tomorrow I'll say a bit more about dad's involvement in WWII.
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Why didnt I know all this? Great post about Grandaddy. I always thing oh juicy fruit gum and change (coins in pocket) when I think of him. Love Grandaddy and YOU.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed that, will talk more when we get that lunch. I will say that I once worked with an older landman when I lived in Midland. He was your typical old school West Texan who served in the horse cavalry during the '30s, and spent WWII guarding the Pecos River.
ReplyDeletewell damn - really glad your Dad made that decision.
ReplyDeleteWow...sometimes it's amazing how little, simple decisions have such a big consequence!
ReplyDeleteHow very interesting how fate plays a hand in our lives. I look forward to reading more about your dad tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteQuite remarkable, what our dad's lived through. But for the grace of God.....
ReplyDeleteThe day after mine took a job as a school teacher, Boeing called him with an offer to be a test pilot—an occupation that killed about 50% of the time. Being a man of commitment, he stayed a school teacher and the rest is history. Might well have lost him really early if he'd gone with the exciting career of experimental jet test pilot.
Wow!
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