Submitted stories and first hand oral accounts as told by American veterans

 

5th Grade Enrichment: Why we truly celebrate the 4th of July. On July 3, 2013, Mr. Wronko’s fifth grade enrichment class was treated with a special presentation from well known World War II veteran Lou Parisi. During this presentation Lou Parisi did a remarkable job in giving the students background information about current events in World History, Geography, and Education. He also spoke about his own experiences serving the United States during World…

 
 

  During a rainy afternoon in Ashbury Park, 5th grade enrichment students, Jaheem Saunders, Osbaldo Rojas, Omar Oseguera, and Tymere Bolden, were very persistent of getting to Brian Boyce’s, also known as Major B, World War II Museum located at the Harold Daley Veterans of Foreign Wars post. These students along with their teacher Mr. Wronko walked through heavy rain to finally reach this destination. Regardless of being soaked, Major Boyce…

 
 

In 1959, I was given TAD orders to inspect contract buoyes on the Kuskokwim River in Alaska. I was stationed on the Coast Guard cutter Clover, a 180 foot buoy tender-ice breaker, home ported at Adak, Alaska, one of the Aleutian Islands and a Naval Air Station. It was my first assignment after OCS. I was flown by a USCG airplane 1,043 miles from Adak to Kodiak, then by another…

 
 

Introduction: My parents were separated by two countries. My mother was in Fascist Italy. My father was in America. They were separated for approximately fifteen years. My brother’s name was Giuliano Quiliano. He chose to fight for America during World War II. When he was drafted, he was assigned to the amphibious 77th Infantry Division of the US Marine Corps. Ernie Pyle, the beloved journalist of the GI’s was killed in…

 
 

This poem was written to honor my husband, Lt. Donald L. Jacobs. Don was born in Cheyenne, Wyoming. When he was drafted he became a Navy pilot, training in Pensacola. He was assigned to Korea. However, the poem should also honor the many pilots who have flown, survived, lost their lives or became missing in action. The movie “The Bridges at Toko-Ri” is very close to being accurate. Any number of…

 
 

The R. Grant Van Orsdol Story   These photographs are from the actions of the 382nd 96th Infantry Division Deadeyes at Leyte and Okinawa. My grandfather TSgt R. Grant Van Orsdol (Bronze Star, Purple Heart) fought at  Leyte ad Okinawa. As a large man, standing som 6’6′ at 260 pounds he was assigned to BAR. However, his company was devastated at Leyte, where he was field commissioned to Segeant. He…

 
 

Our Dead Have Faces Recollections of James Hugh Powers From the photograph hung on my living room wall, the 19-year-old soldier gazes into the room, his Army visor hat on at a cocky angle, yet “regulation.” His uniform is immaculate, the Acorn (87th) Division patch showing on his left shoulder. His eyes twinkle, and a broad, engaging youthful smile greets the world. An eternal teenager and Harvard freshman,…

 
 

 What is the Price of Freedom by Delbert Lambson In World War II, America lost 414,000 killed and another 100, 000 still missing in action and unaccounted for and assumed dead. That’s over half a million of our choicest young Americans who gave their lives so that you and I can walk free in this free land. We lost 400 ships in the first year of the war…

 
 

Pacific Phase By Harold E. Guetzlaff   After having spent about 17 months as ‘Base Personnel’ at Chatham Air base, Savannah, Georgia, I was informed of my transfer to the 319th Bomb Group while I was doing my job as a 911 aircraft armorer, working on the third shift. This entailed cleaning 50 caliber machine guns used by the crews of the B-24’s during their last stage of training. I…

 
 

    Honor Thy Country With a Touch of Class Joseph R. Scolavino US Navy This is a true story of a 12 year old boy who lived in Brooklyn, New York at 3502 Avenue P and 35th street. He attended grade school at Quentin Road & 34th Street, Brooklyn. Joe had a bike and worked in a grocery store after school. Often times he stopped at a private airport called Floyd…