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This was sent to me today and I thought I'd pass it along.

Frank Buckles, the last U.S. veteran of World War I, passed away in 2011. His death was described as the “passing of the Great War Generation.” In researching his life, I came to realize that he personified his generation better than most, as he had unique contact with many of the defining moments of the 20th century. Buckles, like many veterans, served our country both as a soldier and also as a civilian. In the spirit of Memorial Day, I’d like to share his story with you.

Buckles was born in early 1901 to Missouri farmers. By the age of sixteen, his family had moved to Oklahoma, and WWI had begun. He was inspired by recruiting posters to join the military, but being only sixteen, he lied about his age so that he would be considered eligible. Now he just had to convince the recruiters. After being rejected by the Marines (too small) and the Navy (flat feet), he was accepted by the Army. Eager to see some action, he was told that driving ambulances would be the quickest way to get to the Western Front. He attended Basic Training at Fort Riley in Kansas and in short order was aboard the RMS Carpathia, the same ship that rescued the survivors of the Titanic, and on his way to Europe.

While he never got closer than within 30 miles of the front lines, he wasn’t spared the horrors of war. With over 2 million U.S. soldiers in combat, and an influenza pandemic, there was an estimated casualty count of 116,516 to deal with. There was rarely a shortage of wounded or ill that needed his attention. At the end of the war, he escorted German soldiers back to Germany. One soldier gave him a belt, with the inscription “GOTT MIT UNS” (God with us), which he kept for the rest of his life. The war was over, but Buckles would have more adventures and more chances to serve his country in the future.

Shortly after the war ended he was in attendance at the dedication of the Liberty Memorial in Kansas City. There he had the unique opportunity to chat with General of the Armies John J. Pershing, the commander of American troops during WWI, whom he described as “the most military figure I’ve ever seen.”

He took a job with the White Star Line, the same cruise line that made the Titanic. This job gave him the opportunity to travel the world. Buckles became fluent in German, Spanish, Portuguese, French, and later learned some Japanese. During his travels, he spent significant time in Germany. He watched the changes the Nazis were making. He witnessed anti-Semitism. He was in attendance during the 1936 Olympic Games in Berlin, and watched as Jesse Owens won four gold medals, infuriating the Nazis in the process. During one of his visits, he had a chance encounter with Adolf Hitler on the steps of his hotel. Buckles noted his surprise that Hitler was not more heavily guarded.

Next, Buckles began working in the shipping industry, once again spending much of his time overseas. When World War II began, he was working in Manila in the Philippines. He had the option to leave, but decided to remain so that he could use his shipping contacts to help U.S. troops get supplies. In 1942, he was taken prisoner by Japanese soldiers and spent the next three years as a civilian internee; this is where he learned Japanese. Fearing that the Japanese would start massacring their captives, U.S. commanders organized a daring paratrooper assault on the camp to save the prisoners. Before they were rescued, Buckles and the other prisoners were kept in squalid conditions. They were only given a small ration of mush each day. At the time of his rescue in 1945 he weighed less than 100 pounds.

After WWII he moved to San Francisco and married Audrey Mayo in 1946. A few years later they purchased a 330-acre farm in West Virginia, where he lived for the rest of his life. He was still driving his tractor and working his farm at the age of 106 when his daughter and only child, Susannah, moved home to help him. During the last few years of his life, Buckles was identified as the oldest Veteran of WWI. This recognition provided him with some unique opportunities. In 2007, he was invited to lead a Memorial Day parade in Washington D.C. In 2008, President George W. Bush invited him to the White House. Later that same day he was invited by Defense Secretary Robert Gates to attend the dedication of the Pentagon exhibit honoring WWI veterans. He was also appointed as the honorary chairman of the World War I Memorial Foundation. Buckles appeared before Congress in 2009 on behalf of the foundation, which advocates that they refurbish and rededicate the District of Columbia War Memorial as a National Memorial of WWI. He is the oldest person to have testified before Congress.

Buckles passed away in his home on February 27, 2011. Upon his, death President Obama ordered the flags on all government buildings, including embassies and the White House, flown at half-staff. The governors of 16 states followed suit. Buckles is interred in plot 34 of Arlington National Cemetery, near General John J. Pershing.

Buckles’ life touched on so many key events of the past century. He met with presidents, dignitaries, and for a brief moment a dictator. He stood where survivors of the Titanic stood. He watched Jesse Owens and other civil rights leaders break down racial barriers. He lived through one of the most impoverished times in our nation’s history, as well as its most prosperous. He watched technology change from horse and buggy to cars and planes. He witnessed the greatest technological outpouring in human history. In short, Buckles, as do many of our veterans, personifies his generation’s greatest and most trying moments.

On this Memorial Day, I hope we all take a moment to reflect on the legacy and heritage our veterans have given us. Be thankful for their sacrifices, which shaped our world and our nation into what it is today. Our veterans have kept us free and made it possible for us to prosper. Buckles himself said it best. “If your country needs you,” he said, “you should be right there. That’s the way I felt when I was young, and that’s the way I feel today.”
 
Wonderful Story! My Grandpa served with Gen Pershing chasing Pancho Via in Mexico. I'll post a pic of a postcard he sent my Grandma in 1905 I think while on the campaign.

We're heading out tomorrow for Frederricksburg TX, home of Admiral Chester Nimitz. Taking the RV and going to have a quiet 4 days of rest and of course observance of Memorial Day. I'll reflect on my Grandpa Dad, and Brother in National Cemetaries as well as friends who have passed while serving, and for all the rest who served and passed.

God Bless America and All Her Fallen that We Have such Freedom and Wonderful Way of Life.

Attention, Hand Salute! Ron
 
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I make it a point to always say "Welcome back" to VN vets. Sort of an inside joke I suppose.

I think the 60s and 70s were the some of the saddest days of American history with so many dishonoring Viet Nam Veterans. I have to say this didn't happen everywhere though... our small town of Seguin TX ALWAYS honored ALL Veterans and would have likely whooped anyone attempting to disrespect one. Still that way too.

In our towns Memorial Day, Veteran's Day, and 4th of July parades had Veteran survivors in the parade and EVERYONE stood up with thier hands over their hearts when they passed.

Back to your point, so sad these Vets were treated badly, but WORSE, that fellow citizens ALLOWED them to be treated badly.

Anyhoo, I understand your comment.

Cheers, Ron
 
Reading this thread, and with the recent discovery of a branch of my mother’s father’s lineage (which already has extensive military service back to the Revolution) that contains another Am Rev patriot, and with the magic of Ancestry.com, I am compelled to create a list, and perhaps make it frame worthy, in order to memorialize all this service. I won’t have it done this weekend, but I will start a draft this morning.

Bringing up a great point here, and that is the blurring of Memorial Day and Veterans Day, which I think many people confuse. I do know some folks acknowledge the dead, even if they weren’t Military, and I wouldn’t be the one to argue with them, but I think this is a great summary. I will be posting this on my Instagram too.

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Friends,

I used to attend Memorial Day ceremonies every year, places like the Tombs of the Unknowns, VA National Cemetaries, and at the Base Flag Pole at many bases. That all changed in 2006 when my 51 YO Brother, a US Navy Veteran, suddenly passed away from a massive heart attack. I've never gotten over this and found when I attended the 2007 Memorial Day ceremony at Fort Sam Houston National Cemetery in San Antonio TX, I broke down uncontrollably. So, from that point on, I'm no longer able to attend these Ceremonies that me and many of my fellow Veteran Friends used to attend to show our respect and support. This is the first year since 2007, that I have not been home to quietly pay my respects as we are at an RV park in Fredericksburg TX. I'll see how I do tomorrow.

So, tomorrow, many of us will pay our respects in our own way, for our own losses, and for those brave who gave their Supreme Sacrifice

Very Respectfully Yours, Ron
 
Ron - There's no shame in that, I lose it when I visit my Uncle's grave (USAF). My brother (USAF) nearly lost his life a few years ago due to cancer that the doctors believed was related to chemical exposure in the first gulf war. He's still alive but lost an eye in the treatment, I'm very close to him and if he had passed that would have been very tough.

I understand the point that Memorial Day is for the fallen, Veterans Day is for the living, but I memorialize what my brother once was before his illness too. Many people don't come back at all, many people come back with wounds that will never heal. God bless all of them.
 
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