Malcolm R. Cox, Jr.

NO. 17921  •  

Died in a POW Camp April 21, 1951 in North Korea. Interment is unknown.

 

ON THE COLD, OVERCAST MORNING of 21 Apr 1951, Malcolm Robert "Bob" Cox, Jr., was found dead by his fellow prisoners of war in a horrific Red Chinese prison camp called the Bean Camp. Starvation, cold, and pleurisy had taken their toll on a young and promising life. Bob did not even live long enough to see his little son because of the sudden intervention of war into his life.

Ten months earlier, Bob had marched with his class on the Plain at West Point in his graduation parade. That June day was bright and sunny, like a typical day in his hometown of Carmel, CA. It was a day filled with excitement, hope, and celebration. The future seemed so full of promise. For Bob, he would be following the military tradition of his family. None of us foresaw the clouds of war that would darken the perfect sky just barely weeks after graduation. We could not foresee the invasion of South Korea by Communist forces from the north, or how that invasion would impact so many lives.

Our classmate, John Watson, also a POW and a dear friend of Bob's, helped bury Bob on a hillside outside the Bean Camp where many other POWs were buried. Somehow, Bob had sensed that he might die in prison camp, and he often spoke to John about his family. When John returned to the States in 1953, after his release from prison camp, he kept the promise he made to Bob. John visited Bob's wife, Gwen, and their son in New York City, providing the sad but firsthand information about how Bob died and his concern for his wife and child.

John remembers Bob as "a brave man, a true friend and a loyal classmate." Another classmate adds that he remembers Bob as a friendly person "who withstood the rigors of Beast Barracks easily." Two of his roommates recall that for Bob, the West Point motto of Duty, Honor Country was an "azimuth" directing Bob's course. For Bob, there were no shades blurring what was the right direction for him - to become an officer and soldier in the best tradition of West Point. The Army was his dedicated goal.

It was the fate of the Class of '50 to go directly to active units without learning skills at basic branch courses. In late June, Bob and several other classmates went to Japan. Bob joined a 105mm Howitzer unit, the 49th Field Artillery Battalion, 17th Infantry Regiment, 7th Infantry Division - soon deployed from Japan to Pusan, South Korea. Bob participated with his unit in the landing at Inchon. He returned to Pusan and then participated in another landing at lwon. The next operation was the attack north to the Yalu, where he and John Watson ate Thanksgiving dinner together in November 1950 near the Manchurian border at Hyesanjin. It was Bob's 26th birthday. The war seemed over; however, large Chinese force s were poised to intervene.

After the Red Chinese attacked, Bob’s unit deployed to Pusan for refitting and replacement equipment. His unit soon moved forward again. In February 1951, Bob was attached as a forward observer to a South Korean Infantry unit supported by US artillery. When the Chinese overran the Korean unit, they captured Bob - whose observation post was located on vulnerable high ground near Hoengsong, well forward of the Korean Infantry. The date of his capture was 11 Feb 1951. Bob would live only 69 more days in Chinese captivity.

After their capture, the prisoners were marched northward at night, over treacherous mountain trails. The conditions were horrendous, the food was meager, medical care was nonexistent, and strafing by the US Air Force was frequent. The weather was adverse – rain, mud, and snow. Soon, prisoners began to die from beriberi, dysentery, and starvation.

Arriving at the Bean Camp, the prisoners faced even worse conditions. The water was polluted, and the food was scarce. Prisoners died every day. When Bob became sick, he asked John to tell his wife that he loved her.

Now - almost five decades later- as we remember Bob, our hearts are deeply touched by his sacrifice. We should have written sooner, but it has been hard to face the reality of death in one so young. Bob, we say to you that we love you. We remember you as a brave man, a true friend, and a loyal classmate.

- Leo Romaneski, classmate

Willard Holbrook Coates

NO. 17686  •  

Killed in Action November 28, 1950 in Korea, aged 24 Years.

 

STATISTICS and memories combine to paint a portrait of a young man who gave his full measure of devotion to his country. The dry statistics can give us no comfort, but the memories make Willard live for those who loved him.

His bravery doesn't shine in heroic deeds, but in a four-year old not whimpering when his arm had to be rebroken after a mishap in setting.

The desire to wear his country's uniform was Willard's dream from early childhood, As a young boy, Will dressed in his father's old uniform and walked sentry duty before the front door. He challenged all comers with comic reactions from civilian guests.

When active duty faced him after high school graduation, the commands of "shoulder arms", "about face", and "squads right" echoed at night. His family lost many nights of sleep to the Soldier's Manual.

His background was two generations of Army officers, yet his proudest possession was his good conduct medal, because he, of aII his family, had earned the right to wear it.

Will had a deep love of family. His greatest wish the last few years was for a family reunion. There is great comfort in remembering that his wish was fulfilled the summer before his death.

His love of argument was a source of amusement and exasperation. The topic or the side did not matter, just the opportunity to argue. His West Point roommate learned to recognize the symptoms and to prepare to retreat quickly.

His joy in living and curiosity for everything were wonderful gifts. In less than twenty-five years, Willard found and loved laughter, small boy secret joys, and realization of his West Point goal. The last months of his life were the fullest. His graduation, his marriage, and the reunion at home were the memories he took with him overseas.

Following his duty and beliefs Willard met his destiny on a Korean hillside. His legacy is a small daughter born after his death. His mark on history may be minute, but for us who knew and loved him, Willard has left memories and a part of himself to soften the pain of loss.

A portrait of a boy, a man, son, and brother forever young and forever beloved. . . .

- Margaret Coates Moore

Frank Peter Christensen, Jr.

NO. 17560  •  11 October 1927 – 13 February 1951

Killed in Action February 13, 1951 in Korea, aged 23 Years.


Chris was born on 11 October 1927, in Honolulu, Hawaii, and spent the normal abnormal life of an Army brat moving from place to place. The son of a distinguished Army officer, Chris decided to follow in his father’s footsteps. Chris entered West Point in July 1946 to become a member of the Class of 1950. His mature demeanor and steadying influence were soon felt by his Classmates and friends who were not quite so well prepared for the rigors of Plebe year. He was always cheerful and optimistic, and a number of the Class of 1950 owe Chris a debt of gratitude for helping them through those dark days of Beast Barracks when the urge to quit was strong.


Chris was elected honor representative from our company which is tribute enough to his unquestioned integrity. Throughout his four years at the Academy his natural intelligence allowed him to stand high in his class


and at the same time devote most of his time to coaching his friends. Chris was one of the most genuinely liked members of D-2 company by both his classmates and by classes both above and below him. His norm was a friendly nod and grin when you passed him, and always a little personal greeting.

He was uniformly respected throughout the company for his ability to get a job done. The nature of the task was really immaterial, since, he attacked all probIems with confidence and quickly reduced them to their simpIest components. He was similarly respected by the Tactical Department, as was evidenced by his duties and the rank of cadet lieutenant which was awarded him First Class year.

Chris volunteered for jump school when he graduated and once again took things in his stride. But events were taking place that were soon to end his short but dedicated career. After jump school, Chris volunteered for Korea. He was assigned to Company F, 7th Infantry Regiment of the 3d Division near Seoul. In Korea, Chris demonstrated his extreme devotion to duty by displaying conspicuous courage and bravery, On 10 February 1951, his platoon was assigned the mission of rescuing a patrol that was pinned down and unable to move. As his platoon neared the beleaguered patrol, intense small arms and automatic weapons fire halted his unit and wounded one of his men. With complete disregard for his own safety, he crawled across an open area to the wounded man, and although completely exposed to heavy fire, shielded the soldier with his own body while administering first aid. Then, he carried the wounded man 50 yards back through intense automatic fire to the comparative safety of his own platoon. For the above action, Chris was posthumously awarded the Silver Star. This act typified his selfless attitude and regard for his fellow men. Three days later, on 13 February, Chris was instantly killed in action, having sacrificed his life in the defense of his country.

Chris is survived by his father and mother, Colonel and Mrs. Frank P. Christensen of Sunnyvale, Calif.; his brother Robert of Trenton, N.J.; and his sister, Mrs. Lois Roberts of Washington, D.C.

To those who knew Chris, knew of his enthusiasm and intense interest in his work, as well as his love of life and people; it will always be difficult to understand why he should have been taken from us at the beginning of his career. He was laid to rest in the Post Cemetery at West Point. In the brief space of a few combat days the Army lost a fine and talented officer, and all who knew him lost a wonderful friend.

- J.F.B.

Robert M. Chambers

NO. 17888  •  29 May 1926 - 7 June 2003

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Died in San Antonio, TX
Interred in Ft Sam Houston National Cemetery, San Antonio, TX


The Howitzer says Robert Middleton Chambers was proud of his hometown of Middleport, OH, on the widest bend in the Ohio River. It was there, in quiet middle America, that "Bob" was born and grew up as the only child of Marcus and Elsie Chambers. Bob’s father had served in WWI and his grandfather in the Union Army during the Civil War. Their war stories, coupled with Bob’s avid interest in history and the events dealing with WWII, inspired Bob to pursue a military career.

Before he knew it, Bob turned 18 and was drafted into the Army. Subsequently, he received appointments to both the United States Naval and Military Academies. Fortunately for the Army, Bob chose West Point. He never regretted that decision and was extremely proud of being a member of the Long Gray Line.

Ben Lewis, a classmate and cadet roommate, later wrote, "Bob came to West Point already fully prepared to live the motto, 'Duty, Honor, Country' and he demonstrated a mature understanding of what he had to do at West Point to prepare himself for an Army career as a leader."

Throughout his cadet days, Bob worked quietly, meticulously, and diligently. He developed rigorous study habits as he persevered to understand subjects that did not come easily to him. He was a master at focusing on the subject at hand by blocking out voices and ambient noises that could have destroyed his concentration. All who knew Bob could attest to the fact that he kept this desirable ability for the remainder of his life. Lou Genuario, a Plebe and First Class year roommate, said, "Bob had a unique ability to remain unflappable in the midst of confusion. He was a great stabilizing influence, had a wry sense of humor, was a wonderful roommate, and a superb friend."

Bob chose Infantry and quickly became one of the first members of the Class of '50 to fight in the Korean War. After a shortened graduation leave, he reached Japan as the Eighth Army was fighting for its life with its back to the sea near Pusan, Korea. In Japan, he was assigned as a platoon leader in the reorganizing 17th Infantry Regiment, 7th Infantry Division. Due to the shortage of replacement troops, hundreds of Koreans were integrated in the unit. This international integration provided Bob with invaluable experience he later used in Viet Nam.

Bob was fortunate enough to participate in the classic amphibious invasion at Inchon as a rifle platoon leader in the 17th Infantry. After the capture of Seoul, the 17th Infantry, with Bob still one of its junior leaders, raced northward towards the Manchurian border. On 20 Nov 1950, it became the first U.S. unit to reach the Yalu River. Under instructions not to shoot north of the river, they patrolled south of the river. The aggressive and daring attack northward and the highly pressured withdrawal southward provided Bob with more invaluable experiences that he would draw upon in Viet Nam years later.

Following Korea, he was assigned to Camp Roberts, CA, and then to occupation duty with the U.S. Forces in Austria and Germany. There, he met a young lady from Oklahoma, Troy Chancey, working for the Army Service Club. She quickly became the love of his life and, after a whirlwind courtship, they were married in Salzburg, Austria. They traveled as much as they could in their beloved Europe until their union produced two children: son David and daughter Carol. David and Carol are now married and living in Texas, near enough to San Antonio that visits were relatively frequent. Bob particularly delighted in visits with his two teenage grandsons.

Bob was immensely proud of his contributions to the Viet Nam War. He was the province advisor of Phuoc Thanh in 1964. His primary concerns were with pacification and turning most of the defensive duties over to the South Vietnamese. Although he had reservations about the programs themselves and how they were progressing, he later said, "I was happy because I had done some good."

During his 26 years of active duty Bob received numerous medals and awards. His most cherished were four Legions of Merit, one Bronze Star, and the Combat Infantryman Badge.

For Bob, the world was a place of wonder and infinite fascination. He delighted in sharing his interests with others. Thus, many of his military assignments and his pursuits in retirement involved teaching. Teaching related assignments while on active duty included faculty duties at Command and General Staff College and time spent as instructor/commander at four different Army career training centers. After retirement in 1975, Bob taught landscaping at a local community college and marine mammal and introductory computer classes at junior high schools. The results were always successful because his enthusiasm was contagious and he taught with clarity and purpose.

A severe stroke in January 1998 left him mentally alert but physically incapacitated. Nevertheless, he continued occupying his time reading, listening to music, surfing the Internet, and attending classes for senior citizens. He never permitted his disabilities to darken his outlook on life or halt participation in the activities he enjoyed. His humor never diminished. His children said, "He was capable of the most wicked one liners, and what could only be described as groaners. Through the darkest days, he would unnerve the nurses and orderlies with an unexpected joke or pun."

Bob was a kind and gentle man who believed everything was possible. He will be missed by Troy, his loving wife of 48 years; son David and his wife, Rose; daughter Carol and her husband, Steve; grandchildren; relatives; and a host of caring friends worldwide.

Job well done! Be thou at peace.

-Classmate Bill Mastoris, with generous contributions from wife Troy, family, and classmates

Thomas Francis Casserly, III

NO. 17376  •  16 June 1928 – 1 October 1952

Killed in Action October 1, 1952 in Korea, aged 24 Years.


LIEUTENANT THOMAS FRANCIS CASSERLY, III, was born June 16, 1928, in Englewood, New Jersey, the son of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas F. Casserly, Jr.

Tom entered the United States Military Academy In 1946 with many future friends and classmates. His ability to project his sincere understanding to others was felt even in Beast Barracks, where we first had the honor of knowing him. Through four years of diligent work and training, Tom not only bettered himself but also helped to better others. On many occasions he offered his time and assistance to classmates who were having difficulty in various subjects. He wore academic honor stars during his plebe year, but because he was helping so many other cadets, his own standing fell slightly the last three years. He often told us that honor and achievement did not always have to be visible; what mattered most was what one's heart and soul felt. This was Tom, a true, loyal and sincere friend to all, and loved by all. 0n graduation, Tom took a commision in the Air Force and in his training he again excelled.

On August 9, 1951, he married Elizabeth Fissell, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Wm. H. Fissell of Montclair, New Jersey, at Our Lady of Sorrows in South Orange, New Jersey. By January 1952, Tom was off to Korea where he fought his last and greatest battle. The following are extracts from two letters written to Libby after Tom’s death - we know a man by what his friends say:

From a classmate: "There was something magnetic about Tom; I've known many people better than I knew him, but never have I formed such an admiration or affection on actually, a casual acquaintance. He had ability plus - I knew that from the Point. Yet he was so friendly and well-adjusted that to talk to him was pleasant as well as stimulating. I don't think I've ever known a man with more self-respect that came from within. He didn't talk about his ideals, but from his way of living and working they were apparent. On the other hand, his confidence was as far from egotism as black is from white; his conscientiousness was not the eager type by any means. He didn't butter up the right people to get ahead. He just did a better job than anyone and let the record stand quietly".

From his Squadron Commander: "His sheer capacity for work and thoroughness in performance of duty were far beyond that ordinarily found in an officer of his experience. . . I feel that you should know that prior to his accident, he was recommended for the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Air Medal with Oak Leaf Cluster and the Silver Star, the latter for uncommon bravery in action against the enemy while attempting the rescue of another downed pilot. It is the consensus of all of us who have served with Tom that he represented the highest ideals of the service he so genuinely loved".

Tom was killed on October 1, 1952 in Korea, as the result of a plane crash while returning from a combat training mission. He had been indoctrinating a new officer in the type of formation being flown in Korea when his ship developed a mechanical failure.

Tom was a true Christian, whose sole ambition in life was to help others. Towards this end he dedicated his short but full life.

Tom has a daughter Susan, born on June 29, 1952 whom he never saw, and it is she to whom we would like to dedicate this article. Like your father, Susan, may you always be able to place your ideals ahead of personal achievement and consider your greatest reward personal satisfaction from helping others.

- Five Company Classmates

David K. Carlisle

NO. 17405  •  5 February 1927 - 15 January 2000

Died 15 January 2000 in Los Angeles, CA.
Cremated & inurned in Los Angeles National Veterans Cemetery, Los Angeles, CA

 

AS HIS CLASSMATE, Al Fern, said at the funeral, "Dave Carlisle was ahead of his time." It is true. David Kay Carlisle was born in 1927 and attended the Academy during 1946-50, a time when the Academy was not yet ready for a bright, brash African-American. Dave grew up in west Los Angeles, in an accomplished middle class family, and did not know he was supposed to be humble. He was academically gifted and a leader, even as a young man. After a year at the California Institute of Technology, Dave entered West Point and met the realities of the Army of that day.

It will be hard for younger readers to appreciate that the Army, after WWII, was as biased as the society from whence it sprang. During his time at West Point, Dave and the other African - American cadet in the Class of'50, Bob Green, were segregated and made to room together apart from their companies. Despite that treatment, Dave succeeded. He won the acceptance, respect, and affection of his companymates and, despite a few exceptions, the Corps. When Dave graduated from the Academy, he was only the 14th African - American to do so, though none of us knew that, or cared, at the time. Cadet gray turned out to be more important to us than either black or white.

Members of the Class of '50 graduated to find that the Korean War broke out while we were on graduation leave. He was assigned to the 77th Engineer Combat Company, an all African-American unit supporting the 24th Infantry Regiment of the 25th Infantry Division. He served as platoon leader, company executive officer, and, finally, company commander. In September 1951, the Army desegregated its all African-American units in Eighth Army. Dave was in command when the 77th Engineer Combat Company, the Army's last segregated combat unit, was disestablished.

For Dave, like many of the rest of our class, the Korean War was a defining moment. It was from that experience that he found later in life his cause - recognition of the worth and contributions of the African-American soldiers of that war.

After the Korean War, Dave earned a master's of science in civil engineering at MIT and served in Engineer assignments in the U.S. and Germany. While Dave was in charge of the Corps of Engineers Area Office at Loring AFB in Maine, his wife Alma, an architect and engineer, also worked for the Corps. When Dave went to Germany to serve in an Engineer construction battalion, he ran into trouble. His health was poor at the time, but he got no sympathy from his superiors and, reluctantly, left the Army in 1958.

Dave went on, though. He became an assistant to the director of the Jet Propulsion Laboratory. In 1964, he became vice president of Central State University, Wilberforce, OH. In 1968, he became a special consultant on educational technology to the U.S. Department of Labor, NASA, and the White House staffs of Presidents Johnson and Nixon. During 1969-70, Dave was a division manager for Volt Information Systems and, during 1970-73, was CEO of Innovative Sciences.

In 1974, Dave was forced to retire from business due to his poor health. His kidneys failed, and he was dependent on frequent dialysis sessions, restricting his body, but not his spirit. He conducted an incessant campaign to persuade the Army to revise its official history of the Korean War that depicted the African-American troops as cowards who broke and ran at any noise. As a result of his frequent letters and phone calls, in 1996 the Army published a new history of the 24th Infantry Regiment, Black Soldier, White Army. While the new history went a long way to correct the errors of the original official history, it did not satisfy Dave. He insisted, and others agreed, that the African-American soldiers fought as well as the white soldiers. Both responded positively to good leadership. Some "bugged out," but most fought with courage and heroism throughout the war.

Dave also was a family man. His wife Alma continued her career and became Director of the Historic and Cultural Resources Survey of the City of Los Angeles. They raised three attractive and accomplished children with doctorates - a physician, a lawyer, and a computer scientist. Dave was an influential member of his family and his neighborhood and was liked and respected by all. He was a good friend, to all who knew him, throughout his life.

Despite the unfairness of his treatment, Dave remained an idealist. He persisted in his duty until the day he died. He was an honorable man who never gave up his search for truth, nor shirked from an unpopular cause. He served his country well in war and in peace. He epitomizes the spirit of West Point that inspires us to choose the harder right. 

David A. Campbell

NO. 17906  •  14 Feb 1928 - 25 Jun 1978

Died in Indianapolis, IN
Inurned in All Saints Episcopal Church Cemetery, Indianapolis, IN


After graduating from West Point, David Anderson Campbell and I were not likely to cross paths during our careers. He had donned Air Force blue, and I Army green. But our paths did cross, and I am honored to write this memorial. David, a native of San Rafael, CA, was born to Mr. and Mrs. James CampbelL He was appointed to the Military Academy by Representative Clarence F. Lea from the First Congressional District of California, and joined the Class of 1950. Before entering the Academy, Dave had served in the Army from January to June 1946.

As a cadet, he belonged to the Portuguese Club, sang in the Cadet Chapel Choir, and participated in the 100th Nite Show. Assigned to Company M-2, he volunteered to be the company clerk, but in a company of flankers, the duty could not have been too taxing. During summer training as a yearling at Camp Buckner, he was in 9th Company, noted for its collection of class wits. Dave recalled his cadet years as "rather quiet." His company mates described him as an unflappable, agreeable cadet with a sense of humor.

Dave chose the Air Force and, after graduation, entered pilot training at Connally AFB, TX, but did not complete the training because he did not meet the vision requirements. He went on to serve as the supply officer for the 84th Fighter Squadron at Hamilton AFB, CA, from 1951 to 1953, and then he was posted to Korea with the 58th Motor Vehicle Squadron.

In 1951, Dave married Shirley Ross while he was stationed at Hamilton AFB, CA. They had six children: James Ross and Bruce Madsen, born, respectively, at Hamilton AFB in 1952 and 1953; Catherine Anne, born in Austin, TX, in 1955; Karen Jean, adopted in Korea in 1958; Peter Scott, born at Ft. Campbell, KY, in 1960; and Amy Dawn, born in Indianapolis, IN, in 1970.

In 1954, Dave resigned from the Air Force to study at Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, Austin, TX. In 1957, after completing his ministry studies, he re?entered active service as a chaplain in the Army. From 1957 to 1958, he was assigned as a chaplain with the 61st Armor Battalion at Ft. Hood, TX. Later, in 1958, he was assigned to Headquarters, Division Artillery, 7th Infantry Division in Korea as the division artillery chaplain. It was during this assignment that I became closely associated with Dave Campbell. When he was detailed to the 7th Division Artillery, I commanded D Battery, 1st Battalion, 31st Artillery. My battery location was used by the division artillery to house its athletic teams in season, and I was pleasantly surprised to find Dave frequently visiting my battery, which had a large number of nonchurch-going personnel with whom to work. He organized services and a choir, and he was absolutely great in providing pastoral services, particularly to my flock. He initiated three-day religious retreats to Seoul, which were popular with the teams and the battalion. He was particularly helpful to soldiers with personal problems. Anyone who commanded in Korea in those days could attest that those problems abounded.

Dave was patient and perceptive, and he gave far more than he received. I never saw him flustered, but many times he would come into my office frustrated with the many problems he faced with the troops. I had been heavily involved with the kinds of issues with which he was dealing, so we had a mutually supportive friendship. Our paths did not cross again after I returned to the U.S., and he transferred to the Headquarters of the 2nd Battle Group of the 34th Infantry in the 7th Division. After leaving Korea, Dave was assigned to the Headquarters of the 502d Infantry in the 101st Airborne Division at Ft. Campbell, KY. He resigned his commission as a captain in 1960.

He immediately joined the Army National Guard and served with the 47th Division of the Minnesota Army National Guard. During this time, Dave was also the assistant pastor of the Westminster Presbyterian Church in Austin, MN. From 1962 to 1965, he was the pastor of the Woodland Presbyterian Church in Babbitt, MN. From 1965 to 1967, Dave was in training programs, preparing for a position as an institutional pastor. He studied at State Hospital Number One in Fulton, MO, and then at the Indiana University Medical Center in Indianapolis, IN. In 1967, he was named chaplain of the Central State Hospital in Indianapolis.

Dave never lost his interest in, nor his ties to, the military. In 1966, he transferred to the 38th Infantry Division, Indiana Army National Guard. He served as the assistant division chaplain in the grade of major. The Register of Graduates lists him as a lieutenant colonel in the Indiana Army National Guard.

Dave's first marriage ended in divorce; however, on 27 May 1978, he married Mary Lockwood Campbell. Sadly, this marriage was short-lived, as Dave died of heart problems on 25 Jun 1978. His memorial service was held two days later at St. Francis Episcopal Church, Zionsville, IN.

Recalling our days in Korea, I remember Dave as a fascinating conversationalist. It was a different Army in those days, and Dave was extraordinary. He not only met his secular obligations to the Army, but also his religious obligations. I was proud to know him as a friend and a classmate; his classmates should know that he served with great dignity and a true concern for soldiers. His family may be assured that the class remembers Dave as a devoted citizen, soldier, minister, classmate, and friend.

- Classmate Richard G. Trefry

Lynn Holt Camp

NO. 17700  •  27 March 1929 - 25 July 1950

Died July 25, 1950, At Tucson,  Arizona. Aged 21 Years

 

It was a bright sunny morning late in July in a little cowtown of Willcox, Arizona, but everywhere there was sadness and gloom in the air. Today one of Willcox's heroes was to be buried. Lieutenant Lynn Holt Camp came home to be laid to rest. The largest crowd ever assembled at Lynn's home Methodist church was there to tell him good-bye.

There were the West Point graduates, Lt. Frank Borman, Lt. Ross Mayfield, Lt. Jack Magee, Lt. Al Crawford, Lt. Geo. Cannon, Lt. Joe Love, and Lt. John Hurst, to be his active pallbearers. Davis Monthan Air Base had sent its representatives to be the Guard of Honor. There in the family pew sat his parents, Lynn and Edith Camp, and his two sisters, Helen and Janet -- whose grief everyone shared and hoped that their thoughts and prayers would comfort the Camps in their trying hour.

Many people throughout the state were horrified when they read their papers on July fifth to see that Lt. Lynn Camp and his fiancee, Miss Diane Holley, had plunged off the bridge at the ill-famed Cienga Wash in southern Arizona.

Lynn and Diane had left for Tucson early that July morning, to make plans for their impending wedding. There was a slight drizzle of rain and as the car came around the curve it slid over the edge of the bridge and plunged down the canyon for a distance of 200 feet. Rushed to Tucson, Diane and Lynn fought for their lives. They were both given a very slim chance to survive. For twenty days Lynn carried the fight but the Lord called him on July 25th. Diane is presently at the KessIer Institute in West Orange, New Jersey, where she is improving until she can come back to Arizona to make her home.

Lynn was born March 27, 1929 in Superior, Arizona. His early grammar school days were spent in various schools throughout Arizona until his folks made their home in Willcox. Already noted for a very keen mind, Lynn, upon entering high school, began to devote much of his time to music. Blessed with a very fine voice, he was very much in demand for singing engagements in the church and school. Also, at an early age, he choose the trumpet as his musical instrument. He became known as one of the finest trumpeters in the state, appearing in music concerts and festivals. "The Teen-Agers", a high school swing band, was formed and directed by Lynn, and supplied dance music for Willcox and the surrounding communities during war.

Athletics were not slighted by Lynn because of his musical career. In his freshman year he was the first string center on the football team, a position he held until he graduated. Also, he was a three year letterman in basketball. track, and tennis, and a one year letterman in baseball. He holds the distinction of being one of the three men in Willcox's history to win five letters in one year.

His scholarship was unexcelled in high school, and he finished the work in three years instead of four. He led his class throughout those three years and on graduation night, Lynn gave the valedictory address for the class of 1946.

All kids have dreams as to what they want to be when they grow up, but Lynn had only one goal in mind - to attend West Point. He was young when he graduated from high school, being only seventeen years old. He applied for his appointment, took the examinations and was relegated to the position of alternate. The chance came sooner than expected because the boy ahead of him failed his physical examination, and in July 1946, Lynn was West-Point bound.

The surroundings were new for the Arizona boy, but with determination and this inward motto, "To try to surpass one’s seIf should be an occupation as long as life itself', he assumed the task of becoming an Army officer.

First came his nickname, "Bongo", and then his interest in the very fine West Point musical organizations. He sang all four years with the Glee Club and Chapel Choir. In his last two years he was choral director of the "100th Night Show". He also served as Secretary -  Treasurer of the Dialectic Society.

Lynn didn't lose his desire for sports activity at the Academy. There, with the many fine facilities available he became adept in many skills that he had not had the chance to develop while in Willcox. He played on the B squad team in football for two years. His valuable experience in tennis added much to Company D-1's championship team.

In June 1950, Second Lieutenant Lynn H. Camp had reached his first goal - graduation from West Point. Next came his orders to report to the Air Force at Randolph Field, Texas, for flight training. Another ambition had been fulfilled. Then came the trip to Arizona for a vacation before reporting for duty.

Last on the calendar of Lynn's life was the fateful accident while he was home before going to Texas. Looking back over Lynn's past life we will always be able to say he fought the good fight -- his family, his community, his state, and his country gained much by his devotion and his loyalty to them.

- Written by Marvin "Swede" Johnson

Charles L. Butler

NO. 17764  •  3 September 1927 – 21 June 1972

Killed in Action June 21, 1972 in An Loc, Viet Nam, aged 44 Years.


THE DAILY BULLETIN of 3 July 1972: Headquarters, USMA, announced that funeral services for LTC Charles Lewis Butler '50 would be conducted in the Old Cadet Chapel on 5 July. Interment in the Post Cemetery would follow. It came as no surprise to any classmate that West Point would be Chuck’s final resting place - much as he revered the Academy. Yet we realize, too, that when killed in action in Viet Nam on 21 Jun 1972, Chuck was only 44 years old, never destined to grow older, and never to tread on the Plain again. No more seeing the family to which he had grown so devoted.

Chuck was born in 1927, a product of Grand Rapids, MI, where he attended grammar school. Grand Rapids Central High School, and even a junior college. As soon as Chuck entered USMA on 1 Jul 1946 as a member of the Class of '50, it was obvious that he had attained a long-sought goal. Though it would perhaps be an exaggeration to claim Chuck was fond of Beast Barracks, he willingly embraced all that was in store - much to the amazement of his classmates!

On the quiet side as a cadet, Chuck worked diligently and mainly enjoyed swimming and water polo. A member of the camera club for several years, he was active in the production of The Pointer and, in First Class year, was an associate editor.

It is interesting to note that the '50 Howitzer predicted Chuck would truly be an asset to the Army. How time proved the accuracy of that foresight! To be sure, the military career of this private and intense cadet undermines any notion that heroism is the only province of the bombastic.

Upon graduation, Chuck married Joan "Jo" Haskell at West Point on 11 Jun 1950. Commissioned into the Infantry, he initially was assigned to Ft. Devens, MA. Like so many of his classmates, however, Chuck soon found himself in Korea serving as a platoon leader in the 7th Infantry Division. His fledgling days in combat were few; after only a couple of weeks, Chuck was wounded in action and evacuated to Japan. In that brief period of time, however, Chuck distinguished himself with monumental valor. As a combat infantryman, he was awarded the Distinguished Service Cross as well as the Bronze Star. Few can rival that recognition at all, much less in so short a period of time.

Once recovered from his wounds, Chuck returned to the Infantry School at Ft. Benning as a student and then was retained on the school staff and faculty. Later assignments included company command in the 37th Armored Infantry Battalion in Germany and the 3rd Armored Division.

Following a tour at the University of Mississippi, Chuck found his way back to combat duty, this time in Viet Nam. On 21 Jun 1972, Chuck was killed in action while serving with the forward-most regiment seeking to relieve the siege of An Loc, Viet Nam - surely, one small war in the overall history of the human race, but in no way insignificant for this classmate.

If anyone exemplified that "Duty, Honor, Country" has been - and will continue to be - the noblest calling, it was Chuck Butler. Some solace comes from the knowledge that, to the end of time, Chuck will remain at peace where he most wanted to be - at West Point. And in the everlasting annals of the Infantry, this is one officer with an outstanding combat record who deserves special recognition and profound appreciation. He has mine.

Garrett D. Buckner, Jr.

NO. 17907  •  14 September 1927 - 26 August 1985

Died in Lexington, KY
Interred in Lexington, KY

 

ALTHOUGH ONLY distantly related to the "Buckners" of Army fame, Garrett Davis Buckner, Jr. - also known as "Buddy," "Dave," or "Buck' -- entered West Point on 1 July 1946, with the dedication, enthusiasm and character such a lineage would be proud of. Buck's Army career of 28 years was marked by a continuation of such attributes, and still others, such as courage, sincerity, and loyalty.  Buck truly knew that to have friends, you needed first to be a friend.

A product of Kentucky and the son of Dr. and Mrs. G. D. Buckner, Buck was born in Lexington. At University High and Henry Clay High School in Lexington and, later, at Woodberry Forest in Virginia, Buck excelled in all sports. He attended the USMA Preparatory School at Amherst, where he diligently studied to qualify for an appointment to West Point. Determination got Buck into USMA, and his dedication - along with Ding Price's tutoring - kept him there until he was commissioned into the Infantry in 1950.

At West Point, Buck was very active in the Chess, Ski, French, and Skeet Clubs. However, his great love was leadership as a cadet lieutenant and running as a member of the "A" Squad in both cross-country and track & field. Maintaining his focus, however, Buck dropped his athletic endeavors in his First Class year to concentrate on his studies.

On 14 July 1950, 2LT G. D. Buckner, Jr. married Joan Cowen, his First Class OAO. They remained married for 22 years and continued a deep friendship until Buck’s death. Together, they had three children: G. D. Buckner III; Alice C. Buckner; and Claiborne C. Buckner.

Buck's Army career was one of breadth and depth, derived from his leadership and athletic prowess. From an initial assignment with the 4th Infantry in Alaska, and, in 1959. to the Air Force Academy as Chief of Instruction in Physical Education, Buck served around the world in various command positions, culminating as an Infantry battalion commander and deputy brigade commander in Viet Nam. Other stops along the way included Ft. Benning, Ft. Lee, Ft. Campbell, the Pentagon, Korea, and Germany.

Buck earned an MBA from George Washington University in Washington, DC.  Indeed, as a testimony to the totalness of Buck's service, one need look no farther than his many awards, including the four Legions of Merit, two Bronze Stars, nine Air Medals, the Air Force Commendation Medal, the Viet Nam Cross of Gallantry, Master Parachutist Wings, and the Combat Infantryman’s  badge.

Following his tour of duty in Vietnam, Buck spent nine years in Army advisory and planning activities, wherein his contributions to long-term strategy and planning were recognized by the award of two of his four Legions of Merit. Such responsibilities included Chief of the Long Range Division in the Combat Development Command and Chief of the Infantry Team in U. S. Army Readiness Region VI. Buck possessed remarkable analytical and planning abilities.

In 1978, Buck retired and returned to his beloved family home - Rose Hill - in Lexington, that, under his direction, was restored and designated a historical landmark. Lung cancer overtook Buck’s retirement, and he died in Lexington in 1985, just short of his 58th birthday. His survivors include his ex-wife, Joan Buckner; son, Clay Buckner: daughter, Alice Buckner Kennedy; sister and brother-in ­law, Sally and COL (Ret.) R. E. Morrison '44; and three grandchildren. A second son, Garrett Davis Buckner III, predeceased him in 1980 in an automobile accident.

Buck possessed a boyish grin, an enthusiastic smile, red hair, freckles, and prankish tendencies. He appeared as a "Huck Finn in a cadet uniform." However, beneath these loveable and youthful mannerisms was a very strong and genuine man. To many, particularily his West Point "wives," Buck was a sincere friend.

Well done, Buck. We expected no less. We miss you!

- Paul Ache and Ding Price, roommates

Howard Gallaway Brown

NO. 17942  •  12 January 1928 – 22 September 1950

Killed in Action September 22, 1950 in Korea, aged 23 Years.

 

HOWARD GALLAWAY BROWN was born in Tupelo, Mississippi, on the 12th of January 1927, the third of four sons of Dr. and Mrs. George L. Brown. The days of his boyhood and youth were lived in his hometown, where he acquired the qualities of character and personality that made it a pleasure to know him as a man.

His high school days were spent at Tupelo in preparation for entrance to West Point. In High School he was an outstanding guard on the football team and played in the school band.

After high school he attended Mississippi State College for a year prior to entering the Military Academy in 1945.

He entered West Point determined to carry on the military tradition of his family. His grandfather fought with the Confederacy in the "War Between the States". His father fought in the Spanish American War and served as a medical officer in World War I. An uncle and two cousins are graduates of his Alma Mater.

Howard entered the Academy with the Class of 1949. His plebe days were interrupted when he received a knee injury playing football which resulted in his being awarded a large star to wear on his bathrobe. After a few months at home he joined the Class of 1950 as a member of Company L-2 In January 1947.

It was not long after his arrival in the company that Howard was tagged with the nicknames "Tupe" and "Brownie", both of which received equal usage. His sincere unselfness and friendliness, his sense of humor, and his winning smile immediately won the friendship of everyone in the company. Although those were the most apparent of his attributes, close association with him as a roommate for three years revealed his wholehearted application of effort to attain his goal of becoming a thoroughly competent officer.

His attitude was always wholesome, and he possesssed well-rounded capabilities of leadership. These attributes were bolstered by his steady personality and his knack for influencing others with good judgment and common sense. He never aspired to stars on his collar as a cadet, but he never lost sight of his goal of being the best officer possible, which might easily have resulted in his wearing stars on his shoulders as an officer.

The lighter side of his cadet days was devoted to frequent waving of the Confederate flag during discussions of whether or not the South would rise again. He played the harmonica both well and loud. He participated In intramural athletics, and was a sprinter on the Corps swimming team during his First Class year.

When graduation rolled around "Tupe" was commissioned in the Infantry.

His graduation leave was divided between home, a fishing trip to Canada, and a trip to Louisiana, before reporting to Camp Stoneman for shipment to Okinawa.

Instead of a boat to Okinawa, he took a plane to Japan and reached the front lines of Korea on September 3, 1950. He was assigned as 1st platoon leader of Company "A", 27th Infantry Regiment, 25th Division. He joined his unit in the midst of a North Korean break-through during some of the roughest touch-and-go fighting of the Korean War. He weathered the last few days of the Pusan Perimeter, in which the enemy launched numerous attacks. In the allied offensive after the Inchon landing, he was killed by small arms fire on September 22 while attacking a heavily fortified enemy hill. Colonel Michaelis, his regimental commander, wrote his parents:

"As a member of this command your son was liked by all his associates. He was an excellent soldier performing all tasks assigned him in a cheerful and efficient manner, winning the commendation of his immediate superiors and the respect of his comrades. News of his death came as a real shock to all who knew him, and his loss will be felt keenly in the organization".

Details of his death were received in a letter from his Battalion Chaplain:

"You have every reason to be proud of your son. He died a hero's death. As platoon leader of the 1st platoon, Company "A", he gallantly led his men into action on the assigned mission of attacking a heavily fortified enemy hill. By his courageous personal example and the display of qualities of leadership in the finest traditions of the United States Army, the mission was successfully accomplished. Howard was instantly killed by enemy small arms fire. The few men left in Company "A" who were with him at the time still remember Howard as an exceptionally able officer and a very fine person. In the few days that he was a member of the company he succeeded in winning a warm place in the hearts of his comrades.

"Howard's body was brought by litter jeep to the regimental station where it was noted that his face had a reposed and peaceful appearance."

When his personal effects were sent home his class ring was not among his belongings. Months later his ring was found on the person of a dead North Korean and turned over to a classmate who sent it to his parents.

Howard now rests in the Tupelo Memorial Park Cemetery. In dedication to the memory of a gallant soldier, a chapel of the First Presbyterian Church in Tupelo has been named the Howard Gallaway Brown Memorial Chapel. Many of us who knew him may not have an opportunity to visit his memorial, but his friendship, his character, and his ability will be a living memorial in our hearts.

A fitting tribute to his memory is contained in something which Shakespeare wrote about another military leader:

"His life was gentle, and the elements
So mIx'd in him that nature might stand up
And say to all the world, This was a man".

 

- Alfred L. Griebling, First Lieut., C.E.

Albert Gustav Breitwieser, III

NO. 17706  •  18 May 1928 - 19 April 1990

Died 19 April 1990 in Kailua, Oahu, Hawaii, aged 61 years
Interment: Kailua, Oahu, Hawaii

 

ALL ALBERT GUSTAV Breitwieser, III ever wanted was to be an officer in the Army. In his early childhood in Susanville, California ‑  where he was born 18 May 1928, son of Albert II and deForrest ‑ he framed with pride his father's certificate of service in the Tank Corps of World War I, an "Uncle Sam Wants You" poster, and one of West Point. Interest in the military was more fully evidenced when, at about 10 years of age, Al organized his own corps of youthfuI workers to handle his household responsibilities. In this young Army, each job merited points which could lead up to promotion to major. This regimentation prepared him well. While at Lasson Union High School, young Al served as commander of California High School Cadets. He further demonstrated leadership capabilities as president of the student body.

Entering West Point in July 1946. Al was assigned to Company F‑ 1. While at the Academy, he continued his interests in art (serving as club president) and became deeply involved in photography. Whenever possible, Al enjoyed visits to the ski slopes.

Upon his graduation in 1950, he was assigned to the 1st Division Artillery in Germany. This suited Al well in that, besides his work with that fine unit, he was able to engage in outside activities such as skiing, mountain climbing, and the pursuit of the lovely Judy, who eventually became his wife. While on that initial three‑year tour, Al encountered the first of his several bouts with cancer. This resulted in his medical evacuation to the US in 1952 for treatment. Always the fighter, Al licked that setback, brought Judy to the US and was married that year.

The conflict in Korea took Al to the 24th Division in 1953. From there he took an intertheater transfer and brought Judy to Japan. Upon return, Al attended Engineer School at Fort Belvoir and continued his studies at Texas A&M, where he gained a master's degree in engineering and a son. Heading overseas again, Al took his growing family (with adopted daughter Petra and son Albert IV) first to France and then to Holland, where he was able to utilize his engineering degree as an Area Engineer. In 1961, Al was assigned to work with the Ballistic Missile Construction Office in South Dakota. It was there that his second son, David, was bom. A second tour in Germany came in 1963.

When he reported for the first of his tours in Southeast Asia in 1966, Al left his family in his hometown of Susanville. Then, when he was assigned to CINCPAC in 1967, the family reassembled in Hawaii, which he was to call home. Life in the islands was enjoyable; so when Al returned to South Vietnam, Judy and he bought their house in Kailua, where Judy still lives. Completion of his second tour in Southeast Asia brought Al back to Hawaii for duty with the Support Command. After his retirement in 1975, Al immediately began a new career with the state of Hawaii as a nuclear protection planner for civil defense. Here he worked until poor health forced his retirement in 1989. Al fought the cancer attacking him. He had beaten it before, but this time it was too much and took his life in April 1990.

His military awards include the Legion of Merit, Bronze Star, Joint Staff Commendation Medal, and the Commendation Medal.

Never one to be idle, Al enjoyed a wide variety of hobbies and activities. From his childhood days, he was an avid skier and mountain climber. Later, the warm waters of Hawaii led him to acquire a 28‑foot sailboat. This, in turn, brought him to several sailing cruises as well as serving as crew on a TransPacific crossing from Hawaii to California.

With so much clear  water, Al truly enjoyed scuba diving - from the Mediterranean to the Caribbean to the Pacific. He raced go‑carts in Holland, built scale model airplanes and railroads, photographed, cycled. and lived life to the fullest. He was a dedicated family man, giving his wife and children endless love and devotion. To his friends, he gave his unselfish friendship and a continuous smile. Of all of his many achievements. one of his most notable was the donation of two of his aircraft paintings to the US Air Force Historical Arts Society. One of these paintings he determinedly completed and presented during his last illness.

So it was with Al. Always active, doing for others, a friend to all, and well loved. We shall miss him.

- A Classmate

William F. Brandes

NO. 17359  •   15 January 1927 - 8 October 2007

Died in Nashville TN
Interred in Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, VA


William Frederick Brandes was born in the District of Columbia in 1927, the son of Dr. Elmer and Grace Brandes. His father was an internationally recognized expert in sugar plant pathology, the longtime head of the Department of Agriculture's sugar plant division, and an explorer of uncharted areas of the world, particularly New Guinea. Bill grew up in Chevy Chase, MD, and was an enthusiastic tennis player at the Chevy Chase Club.

Bill graduated from Wilson High School in Washington, DC, before enlisting in the Army in 1945. The war ended before he completed basic training, but he competed for and was awarded an appointment to West Point. Bill graduated with the Class of 1950 as a four-year "star man" in academics. During his time at West Point, he was an academic coach for the football team, helping to "pull through" several players on championship Army teams of the period. But the best part of this, Bill said, was the reward of being made statistician of the squad. The perks included drinking coffee and eating hot dogs in the press box while the Corps paraded onto the field in the rain. A momentous occasion for Bill was being selected for the 18-cadet group flown to Germany and Greece during their First Class summer to observe the Occupation in Germany and the Communist armed attempt to take over Greece. He described it as the most fascinating three weeks of his Cadet experience.

Upon graduation, Bill married Clarissa Alvord, vivacious daughter of E.S. and Gladys Alvord of Washington. "Rissa's" family ran Littlefield, Alvord Company, a Washington moving company whose warehouse occupied the site where the Kennedy Center later would be built. They would be married for 30 years and have two sons, Rick and John.

Bill enjoyed many far-flung assignments during his 24 years of commissioned service. His first assignment was to a bridge demolition battalion in Occupied Germany. After serving as a platoon leader and later battalion S-l, he returned to Ft. Belvoir, VA, as a company commander and also attended the Arctic Survival Course in Alaska, where minus 50 degrees F was par for the course. Bill then attended the University of Illinois for a master's degree in Structural Dynamics, with a heavy emphasis on nuclear blast generation. Then, after spending a year as a student at the Engineer Officer Advanced Course, where, ironically, Bill became the lead instructor for the classified nuclear warfare part of the program due to the departure of the instructor, he went to a construction assignment in Thule, Greenland, where the Ballistic Missile Early Warning System was being built.

After a Pentagon assignment, Bill spent two years at the Canadian Army Staff College in Kingston, Ontario. He thought it was interesting to see the differences between the U.S. Army and the British Commonwealth armies. Bill thought they knew better how to live in a peacetime army. The assignment often had the feel of a two-year cocktail party.

Then, after a year's seasoning under classmate Bill DeGraf, Bill became virtually the only staff officer in the War Plans Division, Office of the Deputy Chief of Staff for Operations, to cover Program I (Strategic Offensive Forces) for Joint Chiefs of Staff actions. This proved to be a fascinating experience for a junior officer, with nearly weekly meetings with the Chief, the Vice Chief, and/or the DCSOPS.

Bill left the Pentagon to take command of the 14th Engineer Combat Battalion in Viet Nam, operating at various times through seven provinces within the II Corps tactical zone. His battalion engaged in widespread airfield and road construction from Phan Thiet to Tuy Hoa and from Nha Trang to the Cambodian border.

After a year at the Army War College in 1969, and a year commanding the 1st Advanced Individual Training Brigade at Ft. Leonard Wood, MO, Bill started his last, and best, assignment as Commander of the Nashville District, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, responsible for hydropower generation, river transportation, flood control, and recreation and land management on the major dam projects in the Cumberland River system in Tennessee, Alabama, and Kentucky. He supervised the completion of the Cordell Hull Lock and Dam at Carthage, TN, the Laurel River Dam in eastern Kentucky, land acquisition for the Big South Fork National River Recreation Area, and initiation of actual construction of the Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway after a 30-year delay. Additionally, at Bill's insistence, a policy was implemented limiting the development of shoreline on the Corps impoundments. He felt such a policy would reduce the environmental and esthetic impact of over development.

Bill was a life-long outdoorsman and a dedicated quail hunter who, after retirement from the Army in 1974, returned to college to receive a Ph.D. in Environmental and Water Resources Engineering from Vanderbilt University. He was an associate professor at the University of Tennessee, Knoxville, while also director of the Water Resources Research Center there. Bill was a registered Professional Engineer and a Fellow of the National Society of Civil Engineers. He married Jan Lewis while at UT, Knoxville, and had two more sons, George and Avery. Bill settled in Nashville and was president of an engineering consulting firm there. His final marriage was to Sarah Hunter Green of Nashville. They had planned to live in Naples, FL, but a diagnosis of lung cancer came soon after their marriage in 2007. Bill faced his last months with quiet dignity and grace and died peacefully while in hospice care in Nashville.

Bill loved his family, including his granddaughter Lauren, and lived his life true to the principles of West Point. He told me at the end that if anyone aspires to be a part of something glorious and unfading, let him be part of the Long Gray Line. Sorely missed, be at rest, father.

- Rick Brandes, son

Thomas Wesley Boydston

NO. 17480  •  26 April 1928 – 26 April 1951

Killed in Action April 26, 1951 in Korea, aged 23 Years.

 

THOMAS WESLEY BOYDSTON was born April 26, 1928 at Marquette, Kansas. He was the son of Mr. and Mrs. Ray T. Boydston and moved with his family to McPherson, Kansas at the age of six. He received his elementary education in the McPherson Public Schools, graduating from McPherson High School in May 1946. He received his appointment to West Point in July of that year.

McPherson was proud that July morning when word went around that he had received his appointment. The discussion on Main Street was not of the wheat which was being harvested, but of the honor Tom had brought to his town and himself in receiving the appointment to the United States Military Academy. That evening the local paper carried a front page story of the event. Just four months before, Tom, as captain of his high school basketball team, had led that team to the finals of the State Tournament, where, with practically the entire town witnessing or listening by radio, his team lost by only one point in an overtime game.

As a boy in high school, Tom was everything a parent might dream his boy would be. In Junior High he received the American Legion Honor Award as the outstanding student. In Senior High he earned letters each year in football and basketball, and yet found time to devote to his studies so that he graduated us Valedictorian of his class. In his senior year his classmates elected him "Prince Charming", during the biggest event in the local community, the annual May Day celebration.

In his younger days Scouting was one of Tom's first loves. His Scoutmaster writes: "Tom entered into his scouting in a way that gave the leader a wealth of compensation for his service. He especially enjoyed "the full fellowship and comradeship that a boy finds in a good troop. Tom was the troop's first song leader, and I clearly recall the joy he had in singing the songs learned in camp, always wearing that infectious grin that we cannot, nor ever will forget. On October 4th, 1944, Tom was awarded the Eagle Badge by his wonderful mother who was ever his inspiration. Among his classmates, friends and townspeople it was the unanimous opinion that Eagle Scout Tom Boydston typified the ideal in American boyhood. Tall, handsome, and friendly, with all of the fine qualities in the out-of-doors or on the Athletic Field. He lived a clean, Christian life".

Concerning his life at West Point, Colonel John K. Waters, Commandant of Cadets, wrote Tom's parents: "Tom demonstrated from the early days of his plebe year, 1946 - 47, his ability to be outstanding among the select group of young cadets who were his contemporaries. He was neat and soldierly appearing; he was capable in practical matters such as drill, physical education and administration; he was well equipped intellectually for the academic work; and he was of good moral fiber and character to base a career as a military leader. Tom's approach to cadet life was balanced and mature.He was serious about his studies and he took an active interest in athletics and other extra-curricular activities. His graduation standing of 134 out of 670 speaks well for his academic and military efforts. In sports he won the Academy athletic monogram playing soccer in his third class year. He was an outstanding forward on the Army Basketball team, earning a monogram his third class year and a major "A" award in his second and first class year".

John Mauer, Tom's basketball coach, a man Tom greatly admired, wrote: "In my twenty-five years that I have coached, I have never had a boy who did as much to improve himself or work harder than Tom did while playing for me. He had every characteristic that a coach wants in a boy along with fine morale and warm spirit".

After graduation from West Point, Tom reported to Fort Riley on August 1, 1950 for his first assignment - the 91st Reconnaissance Squadron - where he was stationed until he received his overseas orders. He reported to Fort Lawton, Wash. on October 11th and was flown to Japan on the l4th, arriving in Korea in the latter part of October. Almost immediately he was at the front line, serving for a few weeks in an Infantry Division until he received his permanent assignment with Company A of the 70th Tank Battalion. He was promoted to First Lieutenant early in January 1951. On April 26th, 1951 - just one day after Tom had passed his twenty-third birthday, he was killed in action.

Captain O'Neal, Tom's immediate superior, wrote to his parents: "Tom's death was a blow to all of us here. He was a friend and ideal to the men of his platoon. They would, and have, followed him any place. Tom was one of the most promising young officers I have met in fourteen years of Army service. I have two sons and I hope they will be as good men and soldiers as your son. . . I can tell you a little of the action when Tom was killed. Our company, with the Infantry Regiment we are attached to, was ordered to Kapyong to plug a gap in the lines made by the Chinese in their spring push. On this particular day we had pushed several miles out in front of the Infantry, shooting up the enemy rear areas. We were moving up a valley, tank platoon leading, when we came under fire from about three hundred Chinese at close range. Tom's tank was hit by several bazooka rounds and a fragment hit him in the back of the head, killing him instantly. We withdrew shortly afterward and Tom's body was turned over to the Medics".

The news of Tom's death came as a terrible shock to his family and friends. He leaves his father and mother, Mr. and Mrs. Ray T. Boydston of McPherson, Kansas, and his sister, Mrs. E. B. Sundahl with her husband and two small sons, Thomas and Kevin. We are grateful for the privilege of having known such a fine personality. We know that we are better for having had his fellowship. I sincerely believe he met the ideal of the poet who wrote:

"Four things a man must learn to do if he would make his record true:

To think without confusion clearly;

To love his fellow men sincerely;

To act from honest motives purely;

To trust in God and Heaven securely."

- Rice Brown, Jr.

Warner Turner Bonfoey, Jr.

NO. 17677  •  21 December 1927 – 29 October 1951

Killed in Action October 29, 1951 in Korea, aged 23 Years.

 

The tense, anxious days of waiting for Bud's next letter were over. The dreadful message came twenty four days from the date he had last written, October 17th.

Bud had been so faithful writing to us every week since his arrival in Korea, the first week of June 1951. He had written three or four letters each week. He treated the dangers of his being a forward observer very casually, and stressed the amusing little incidents that occurred among the men, and the beauty of a Korean sunset. . . Our local newspaper carried his picture with an account of his life and activities at school, on Monday, November 12. Then on Thursday, December 13, the following appeared in the newspaper: "Lt. W. T. Bonfoey Rites Tuesday. Memorial services for First Lt. Warner T. Bonfoey, Jr., 23, killed in action in Korea October 29th will be at 3:30 p.m. Tuesday in the House of Hope Presbyterian Church, Summit and Avon.

"Born December 21, 1927 in St. Louis, Lt. Bonfoey came to St. Paul as a child with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Warner T. Bonfoey, 2146 Sargent Avenue. He was the only child. Lt. Bonfoey was graduuted from St. Paul Academy in 1946. He played on the academy football, hockey and baseball teams. He entered West Point, played hockey for four years, received three letters on the varsity squad, and stood above average in scholastic work. He was graduated with a bachelor of science degree. Assigned to Fort Bliss, Texas, he was ordered to Korea in April 1951, and was assigned to the First Cavalry Division, 61st Field Artillery Battalion as forward observer and for patrol work with the Infantry. He also had duty with the Republic of Korea troops and a company of U.S. armored tanks. He was wounded by an enemy grenade while on outpost duty for his own battalion and died before aid could reach him."

Bud's childhood was an unusually happy one. Our home movies show a lively, joyous little golden haired boy with laughing blue eyes. He was so loved - the joy and delight not only of his parents but of his grandparents, who adored him.

Of the many, many letters of tribute to Bud, the following seem to express the overwhelming grief and shock his loss meant. . .

"Of all the boys that I have had in the last forty-five years, Bud was one of the very rarest. His young friends and all of us older people felt just the same way about him - we loved him. It seemed as if when he was around, the sun was shining."

-John de Quedville Briggs, Rtd. Headmaster, St. Paul Academy.

 

"On Monday I announced it to the school as best I could, telling them that the flag would fly at half-mast In Bud's memory. The burden of my brief remarks was that Bud was one of the finest boys ever to graduate from this school - or any school. If there is any comfort to be had, perhaps it comes from our good fortune in havlng known and lived with, however briefly, a boy of Bud’s disposition and calibre. Certainly the Academy is a better school for his having been here."

-Edward M. Read, Headmaster, St. Paul Academy.

 

"My heart is at half-mast, just like the flag at the Academy. You have lost your dearest hope. We have lost the boy of whom we have been most proud for all those qualities that make a charming boy, a young man of true nobility.

Wherever the boys today and tomorrow are trying to do their best in all humility, with an untaltering step in spite of trials and difficulties, the spirit of Bud Bonfoey will be walking right along beside them to cheer them on and lend a helping hand."

-Bob Blampied, Master of French, St. Paul Academy.

 

The following appeared in the December issue of the St. Paul Academy paper, the Now and Then:

"Warner T. Bonfoey, Jr.

'Buddy' Bonfoey came up through the Junior School, graduated with the versatile and talented Class of 1946, and entered West Point. He graduated from the Military Academy in 1950, a Second Lieutenant, and was promoted to First Lieutenant this fall. The shocking news has come to us that he was killed in action in Korea on October 29th.

"In the Academy, Buddy made a fine scholastic record, and played on all three major teams; he played Plebe and Varsity Hockey at West Point. But it was neither his high scholarship nor his athletic prowess that made him one of the best loved boys ever to attend the Academy. When he was in the Prep Form, one of his small classmates was heard to remark that Buddy 'had the best disposition of anyone in the class'. He might truthfully have said 'anyone in the world'. He took everything in stride, unperturbed, with a smile. and did his job, as he must have done it to the end. When I visited him at West Point, on a miserable, cold, dark winter day, most of the cadets there looked strained, unhappy and depressed, When Buddy appeared to have dinner with me at the Hotel Thayer, it was as if the sun had burst through the clouds. Just to know him made the grim world a happier place. That combination of strength with sweetness and gentleness is a rare and precious thing.

"The English poet Henry Newbolt, in a poem 'Clifton Chapel', refers to a memorial tablet on the chapel wall, in that old English school:

"'Qui procul hine' the legend's writ- The frontier grave is far away

"Qui ante diem perlit: Sed miles, sed pro Patria"

'Who died In a far off land, before his time, but as a soldier should, in the service of his Country.' No brass tablet Is needed to keep alive the memory of Buddy Bonfoey. He will live and be loved forever in the hearts of those whose lives he touched."

-John de Quedville Briggs.

 

There has been a scholarship set up at the St. Paul Academy in memory of Bud, and an Inter-city Hockey trophy, called "The Bonfoey Hockey Trophy".

From the boys he had grown up with:

"I cannot express to you how I share your grief. Bud was such a grand friend and such a wonderful boy, and I always admired him to the utmost. His loss is a shock that will stay with me as long as I live."

-Dick Quinn.

 

"It was with a great feeling of shock that I just heard of the loss of Buddy. He had always been one of the best friends that I ever made at school and on all counts was certainly one of the finest and most respected boys that St. Paul Academy ever turned out. You can take great pride In Buddy's entire life, as I and his friends can feel proud that we just knew such an outstanding person."

-Jay Levine.

 

"The news about Bud left me with a feeling I shall never forget. It’s still difficult for me to believe that it's all actually true.

"Bud was one of the finest men I have ever known. We spent some wonderful times together; from guarding the defensive left flank of the Academy (St. Paul) team to double dating on Saturday nights. I shall always consider him among the very best of my friends. He was liked by everyone. Bud was just that kind of a guy. His pleasant personality, his good natured disposition, his conscientious way of accomplishing every task, are just a few of the many qualities about him which appealed to everyone with whom he came in contact. His memory will dwell in all of our hearts forever."

-Arnie Bockstruck.

 

From West Point classmates:

"Most of my contacts with Bud were with the hockey team. I shall never forget them. The assist he made in scoring the winning goal over Yale in 1948-49, the winning goal over Royal Military College in '49. Every now and then he would stop in the room for hockey business or to see Mike. Believe me, it was fun, every minute of it. It was a pleasure to have known Bud. We shall all miss him very much."

-(Lt.) Richard Trefry.

 

"I was very close to Bud from the time we both reported for duty at Ft. Bliss in August 1950 until April 1951 when he left for Korea. We were roommates from the time Tony (Lt.) de Jenuary married until April when Bud left. I realize that nothing I can say will help to ease your grief of losing him. Bud was undoubtedly the most clean-cut boy I've ever known in my life and as devoted a friend as anyone could ask for. His whole outlook on life was so wholesome, and he saw so little evil in both people and environment around him, that I often felt that I and others were cheating ourselves inasmuch as we couldn't appreciate life as completely as he did. So I hope and pray that, despite the fact that his life was cut so short, he gained something from life that I shall never be able to gain as long as I may live.

"If I told you I felt some of your grief, it would probably sound like a meaningless platitude, but I can assure you I feel his death deeply. I only wish I could make you understand how much he was loved by all who came in contact with him."

- (Lt.) Bill Jones. (Lt. Jones (Wm. R. D.) was Bud's Military Escort when Bud was laid to rest at West Point.)

 

"It was a great shock to me to read in the Army-Navy Journal of Bud’s death. Although my association with Bud lasted only a few months, we were very close friends and I was anxiously looking forward to the day when I might be stationed with him again.

"Bud, with his happy outlook on life, was the type who made friends easily and then kept them due to his cheerful spirit, kindness, unselfishness and other desirable traits of character. It is these things and many other attributes that are hard to describe which cause myself and his other associates to feel that we have lost a fine friend.

"While my connections with Bud have always been on an off-duty status, I do know that he established an outstanding record as an officer at Fort Bliss and that, although only a second lieutenant, was highly respected by the other officers and men of his battalion. With Bud's courage and devotion to duty I am confident that his superior record was continued in Korea. He definitely had a promising career ahead of him, and the Army has suffered an irreplaceable loss.

"It seems such a short time ago that I received a letter from Bud saying that he had received his overseas orders that very day. It is hard to believe that he is gone. Knowing how much Bud thought of his parents, I know that his loss is quite a blow to you. Yet I do want you to know that your loss is shared by many people upon whom Bud made a lasting Impression."

-Richard C. Tuck (Capt.), U.S.M.A. '46

 

"I enjoyed so much my last visit with Bud at El Paso. I shall always remember the sparkle in his bright eyes, his winning smile and the feeling I had while I was with him and since, that here was a young man destined for great things if he could be spared the scars of war. I am sure I knew Bud much better than he realized. I was deeply interested in him and his future. I admired his intellect, his courage and his manliness. I have often thought how happy I would have been had I the good fortune to have had a son like your Bud.

I know how proud both of you have been of him, and with such right to have been proud. He has now given his life on the battlefield for us all. May I be so bold to hope that in the knowledge that you have of his devotion to his country in making the supreme sacrifice, will in some measure allay your grief on his passing."

-James E. Kelley.

 

The usual letters of sympathy came from the General, and Bud's Commanding Officer;

"I cannot begin to tell you how deeply sorry I am to hear of Bud's death. It was a shock to me, as well as to my classmates. General Ridgway has asked me to convey to you as much information as I can concerning Bud.

"Here is the exact account of Bud's death extracted from the Adjutant General Casualty Branch here In Tokyo, Japan, as received from Bud's outfit:

"Bud was forward observer on hill of unnown number near Yanjimal, when an incoming rifle grenade landed ten feet from Bud; flying shrapnel hit him in the lower legs, and from loss of blood and shock Bud died.

"I believe Bud was the most congenial, affable person I have ever come in contact with. Never once did Bud pass a disparagIng remark to or of anyone. I know that consolation or sympathy could never bring Bud back, but I do want you to know that I thought a great deal of him."

-Arnold A. Galiffa (1st Lt.)

 

From Walter Reed Hospital, Washington, D. C., came the following:

"I learned a few days ago, of the loss of your son. It came as a terrible shock. Bud and I met that first day of July, 1946, as we were about the same height. We were close friends for the following four years. This past October we met unexpectedly in Korea. Our forward observer had broken down with battlefield fatigue. Bud had volunteered to take his place. He joined us one evening and aided us considerably in saving another company and a part of our company with covering artillery fire. This job was typical of Bud’s fine work while he worked with my company.

"On October l7th I was hit, with our objective in sight. I was happy to think that Bud had come through all right. He had the respect of all of us who worked with him. Then I read the bad news in Assembly.

"I saw your son when the going was tough - and he had in his constitution what you will find in the makings of a fine officer and gentleman. I know I speak for all his classmates when I say we are proud to have known him."

-Joseph T. Griffin, Jr. (Lt.).

 

A letter from young Sgt. Steve Kolstad, who was constantly and closely associated with Bud during June through part of October, on observation duty, states; "I have recelved a letter from Paul Welsh (radio operator on duty near the front the day Bud was killed). As you can see Bud was liked by everyone. I am proud to say that I served with him in Korea".

At the Memorial Service, our minister. Dr. Irving West, spoke simply and factually of Bud's life.

"Bud was one of the first acolytes of this church. He was always the finest example of young Christian manhood in the life of the church and community. Bud graduated from the St. Paul Academy in 1946, then he went into West Point, where he received his commission in 1950. Always his Christian faith shone from his life. This was very evident during his service in the Armed Forces. Words, always so feeble at best, can never convey the grace and strength and beauty of his life. Like Cyrano de Bergerac, he has crossed over with his 'white plume unsullied'.

"'Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."'

A few days after the bright cold day of the Memorial Service, came the following:

"I can think of no surer evidence that no life is incomplete than that great church filled with people who came - both to share your sorrow and to show reverence to the glory of your son's sacrifice. So I shall never again hear 'Glory, Glory, Hallelujiah' that I do not think of that beautiful boy of yours and be grateful to him."

-Elizabeth Kennedy (Mrs. Walter) and Walter Kennedy.

 

On Monday morning, March third, Bud was laid to rest In the cemetery at West Point. Chaplain Pulley read the simple sermon, as cadets from Bud's Company L-2 acted as guards of honor, and Lt. Wm. R. D. Jones was present as Bud's Military Escort. The dark gray day and the sad tones of the muffled drums seemed to reflect the deep grief In our hearts.

We are thankful to have had Bud with us for the twenty-three years, and we shall think of him as just "being away."

- His Parents

Edmund J. Boyle

NO. 17391  •  7 May 1928 – 15 July 2002

Died in Berwin, PA
Interred in Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington, VA

 

A few years ago, Ed was invited to West Point to make the presentation of the award annually given to the outstanding "B" Squad football player. In his remarks at the football team banquet, Ed told the cadets what a great privilege and honor it had been for him to attend West Point and play "B" Squad football. He told them that thefriends they would make as cadets would always remain their closest friends. Ed was right. No one in the Class of '50 had morefriends than Eddie Boyle. 

Edmund James Boyle was born in Providence, RI, to Arthur E. and Olga V. Boyle, the ninth of ten children. With two brothers and a brother-in-law in the Army during WW II, military matters were prominent in home life. Ed was an outstanding athlete and student. At Classical High School, Ed played football on two undefeated teams, competed in track, baseball, and basketball, and graduated magna cum laude. 

In 1945, Ed attended Brown University and played varsity football at age 17, and then worked in his father's foundry until entering West Point in 1946. Ed earned his numerals on "C" Squad football, and played three years as starting halfback on" B " Squad. During those years, the junior varsity only lost once. He also was L-1 cadet company commander. His proudest moment as a cadet came in the winter of 1950, when he played on the L-1 Company basketball team that won the brigade championship - a feat unheard of for a "runt" company! 

In the fall of his First Class year, Ed met Alice Muendell on a blind date after a parade in New York City. They were married in the Catholic Chapel at West Point in 1953 when Ed returned from overseas. 

Commissioned in the Air Force, Ed's early career saw him stationed at Lackland AFB, TX, and Lowry AFB, CO. In 1952, he was assigned to Misawa, Japan, with a fighter-bomber wing. Later, Ed joined the 51st fighter Interceptor Group at Suwon, Korea, where he served as group armament officer. Returning to the States, Ed attended M.I.T and, in 1955, was awarded a masters' degree in instrumentation engineering and elected to the scientific honor society, Sigma Nu. 

In 1955, Ed was assigned to Patrick AFB near Cape Canaveral, FL The ballistic missile and space program was in its initial phase, and Ed was in on the ground floor. He spent the next three years planning and establishing instrumentation sites throughout the Caribbean and the South Atlantic. In 1958, he joined the Thor/Delta launch team, and his expertise was key to the successful deployment of the first satellites for communications, navigation, and meteorology. During those years, Alice and Ed added their three children to the family: George, Susan, and Bob. 

Ed attended the University of Michigan prior to being assigned to the Department of Ordnance Engineering at the Military Academy in 1963. That three-year teaching tour was followed by selection to attend the Air War College. Ed was named a distinguished graduate at the completion of his course in 1967. For the next two years, he was a professor and head of the Avionics Engineering Department at the Pakistan College of Aeronautical Engineering in Karachi. Within a year of his arrival, President Ayub Khan was deposed. Anti-government demonstrations, rioting, and overall instability marked Ed's tour in Pakistan; when his immediate superior was forced to leave the country to save his life, Ed temporarily became head of the college. 

Returning to the States, he joined the Defense Communications Agency staff in Washington, DC, and then completed his military service as the chief of the management systems division on the Air War College Faculty. While there, he earned his master's in business administration from Auburn University. Ed retired from the Air Force with the rank of colonel in 1974. 

In retirement, Ed worked for Amtrak in Philadelphia and then for the Navy, designing computerized information distribution systems. Ed's final civilian position was the director of systems engineering at Analytics, Inc., where he was involved in the design of computers for the Army's Apache helicopter. 

In 1984, Alice died of Leukemia. In 1986, Ed married a family friend of long standing, Jean Galloway; Ed and Alice had been godparents to Jean's son, Michael, in 1963. 

After retirement, Ed continued to give of himself always more than he needed to, because service was a personal obligation. He was active in the local West Point Society and was a catechist for his church. In the last years of his life, Ed spent countless hours tutoring and mentoring inner city children in Philadelphia. 

Will Rogers once said, "I never met a man I didn't like." He must have been talking about Eddie Boyle. Ed had those qualities that we all envy; He was calm, quiet, never ruffled. He was brilliant and a strong leader. He was unassuming and modest, and he could laugh at himseIf. 

While teaching at West Point in the 1960s, Ed volunteered to coach the lightweight football freshman team. Eric "Red" Tipton was the head coach. No games were scheduled for the plebes, but at the end of the season Ed decided to hold an intra-squad game. All season long, he had told Coach Tipton that he had two really outstanding quarterbacks on his plebe team, offensive geniuses who could pass and run. So, Coach Tipton agreed to come to the intra-squad game and see for himself. 

It turned out to be a mortifying afternoon, and while it wasn't funny at the time, 30 years later Ed still laughed about it. While Coach Tipton watched with an increasingly jaundiced eye, the two great plebe quarterbacks battled to a
2-2 tie! Both teams scored one safety, and that was it! 

Ed Boyle truly was blessed. He came from a close-knit and loving family; he was fortunate in marrying two lovey ladies who shared almost 40 years of his life. Ed is survived by Jean; sons George "Butch" and Bob; stepson Mike; daughter Susan; and stepdaughter Sharon; and three grandchildren. 

He was a credit to his alma mater, to his class, and to his country. Throughout his life he was a leader; he volunteered when others couldn't or wouldn't; he was compassionate and caring; he truly was a lovely man. This nation is the poorer for his passing. 

All of us remember the great happiness and pleasure he gave everyone who knew him - as a husband, a brother, father, grandfather, and as a staunch and loyal friend and West Point classmate.

The' 50 Howitzer has the final word: "In short, no matter what the task, Ed Boyle was a man for anyone's team." 

- MJH

Donald L. Bohn

NO. 17813  •  March 1927 - 30 June 1996

Died in Ft. Collins , CO 
Interred in Grandview Cemetery , Ft Collins, CO

 

Donald Lee Bohn was born in Bishop, CA, but grew up in Merced, CA, where he graduated from Merced Union High School. Since childhood, Don aspired to join the Long Gray Line at West Point.

Don graduated from New Mexico Military Institute in Roswell, NM, before receiving his appointment to West Point. Although his NMMI experience helped ease the transition to Academy life, Plebe year still had plenty of unexpected traumas. Academics were not always easy for Don, but through commitment and tenacity, he passed all his subjects. At worst, he was disciplined for studying after "Taps." Don excelled with the Tactical Department, though, and his uniform, rifle, and other equipment always passed inspection.

After Beast Barracks, Don and Bob Shade asked John Vanston to join them as their roommate in M 1 Company. They shared a second floor room facing the South Area. John remembers how opening the window when they went to bed was one of their continuing disagreements. John favored a small opening while Don and Bob favored a complete opening. Since it was two against one, the window stayed wide open, and they often found snow in the room when they got up in the morning.

Although Don was a fine athlete, he faced a great challenge passing the five minute swim test. Many hours during Plebe year were spent as a member of the Special Swimming Squad. Although Don had excellent form and good endurance, he suffered from negative buoyancy as he continually ended up at the pool's bottom. He eventually passed the swimming test and thought it most funny when, the following summer, he reassured reluctant plebes taking the swimming test.

Don was an exceptional softball player. His roommate, John, remembers a particular demonstration of Don's ability. "At the Academy, plebes sat at one end of the tables on the last four inches of their chairs with their eyes focused on their plates. Typically, when an upper classman wanted a drink refill, they would bang their glass on the table and throw the glass to the plebe at the other end of the table. Occasionally as a lark, an upperclassman would throw the glass well over the plebe's head to an upperclassman standing on a chair behind the plebe. The plebe was then admonished for not catching the glass. One time, around the middle of Plebe year, an upperclassman tried this trick on Don. As Don saw the glass flying over his head, he leaped to his feet, tipped the glass, catching it as he returned to his seat. Don then calmly asked, 'Do you care for water or tea, sir?"

Upon graduation, Don was assigned as a platoon leader in the 11th Anti Aircraft Artillery Battalion, Ft. Lewis. In December 1951, after completing radar school at Ft. Bliss, Don was assigned to the 14th Armored Field Artillery Battalion, 2d Armored Division, Germany, as a counter radar mortar officer and battery executive officer. He was reunited in Germany with John Vanston, who remembers Don as smart, funny, honest, friendly, and dedicated.

Upon hearing that the caserne could send one team to a Seventh Army tennis tournament in Garmisch, the pair requested permission to attend. To their surprise, the commander said yes. The tandem’s play, unrefined and unorthodox, confused their opponents as they won the first two games. Then, however, their opponents adjusted to their awkward style and dispatched them without fanfare.

Don was challenged by his work with mortar suppression radar. For many months he toiled to make the system work, with little or no success. After endless attempts, he finally got an accurate reading on a mortar site. It was his greatest triumph since the five minute swim test.

In 1955, CAPT Bohn transferred to Ft. Sill, OK, where he commanded the 2d "Honest John" Battery, and attended the Advanced Course, after which he became a battery commander with the 451st AAA Battalion "Sky Sweepers," March Air Force Base, CA. In 1957, he attended the Guided Missile Staff Officers Course at Ft. Bliss, after which he was assigned as a battery commander with the 4th Missile Battalion, 56th Artillery Regiment, Swansea, MA.

After Don graduated in 1962 with a degree in nuclear physics from the Navy Postgraduate School in California, he went to the Chemical School at Ft. McClellan, AL, as an instructor. The following year, he married Jean Dwenger.
Don attended CGSC in 1964 and then returned to the Chemical School. In 1965, he went to Viet Nam, returning the following year to Washington, DC. In 1969, he was sent to Hawaii, where he served on the CINCPAC staff. With his health fading, LTC Bohn retired in 1971.

After retiring, the family moved to Ft. Collins, CO, where Don spent the rest of his life. There he spent time as a real estate agent, property appraiser, chief deputy assessor for Latimer County and was on the state's Division of Property Taxation staff. In 1986, Don had heart bypass surgery and fully retired.

Don loved books and history and researched and authored several manuscripts. He was a student and frequent traveler of the Oregon, Mormon, and Santa Fe Trails and the route of the Lewis and Clark Expedition. Don also studied and documented his family’s genealogy. He collected clocks, cameras, books, and, later in life, motorcycles. He greeted many days with an early morning ride into the mountains.

Don was an individualist, guided always by his unwavering sense of right and wrong. Above all else, he valued honesty. To the end, Don was a student of life and had great adoration and affection for his children and grandchildren and an unwavering love for his wife of 32 years. He was a role model for all who knew him.

His wife and four children survive him.

William Herbert Bloss, Jr.

NO. 18003  •  18 July 1928 - 12 May 1985

Died 12 May 1985 In San Antonio, Texas, aged 56 years.
Interment: Muncie, Indiana

 

READING "BE THOU AT PEACE" and "The Last Roll Call" in the ASSEMBLY is very hard, because we remember old friends, in the prime of their youth at West Point and later in the service of their country; finding Bill's name on that role of honor was a little different - heart‑breaking but accompanied with a warm feeling. Though many of us received those late night phone calls starting with, "This is your old buddy, Bill" and knew he was not well, it was hard to believe he was gone. Anyone who knew him, knows how hard he tried to do his best, for his family, for his friends, and for "Duty, Honor, and Country." What more can a man do? Yes, he was gone, but it was ‑ and is ‑ impossible not to smile.

Born on 18 July 1928 in Indiana, he was a baby‑faced, very old 17 on 1 July 1946. If anyone of the entering Class of' 1950 looked less like a future general than William Herbert Bloss, who could it have been? He said his nickname was "Slats," back in West Lafayette, Indiana (“Home of Purdue University, sir," he would quickly add to any firstie who asked where he was from.) At 142 pounds and six‑feet‑one, he was certainly not considered intimidating by the opposing football players of A‑I (nor M‑1 either, for that matter) during intramural football.

Nevertheless, he was called "The General" by all the upperclassmen during Beast Barracks and the rest of plebe year as well; our classmates even picked it up. Ed Reidy thinks our classmate, Leroy Shreve, was the first to use the affectionate term. But many of us can probably still remember Bud Vockel collaring Bill every day after lunch and running him back to First Company's piece of old South Area, all the while yelling, "Faster, General, faster; more yetl"

True, he didn't look like what we thought a budding general should look like (Jack Murphy, Bill Todd, Al Crawford, Bill Aman, George Vlisides, or Bill DeGraf maybe, but "Mr. Bloss" ‑ no way!)  But no one could deny his spirit, sense of humor, persistence, or good, old‑fashioned guts. He just would not give up. How many others remember watching, for what seemed an eternity, while he attacked that 10‑foot high wooden wall on the obstacle course? Bill was convinced that the prime ingredient of success was speed. With those long, thin legs and that unconquerable heart, he sailed into the wall; he was all horizontal with no vertical vector. He tried over and over again. Finally, a firstie took him by the shoulder and forcibly led him around and past the wall; the General was not about to quit.

Bad things seemed to happen to Bill in Beast Barracks; four of us (including Bill) couldn't seem to get him to formations on time and in the right uniform. His troubles didn't end with the plebe hike. Someone came racing by to tell him that inspection for guard duty was right now. He had his M‑1 in pieces on the blanket we used for a floor and was dutifully cleaning everything. We all grabbed parts, passed them to him quickly, while he snatched up others, fitted them all together, and took off running ‑ dragging the edge of the blanket, which he tore away from the chamber as he ran. He arrived at the formation late, but was prepared when his turn came to present his piece for inspection. He snapped the M‑1 up smartly, slammed the hammer back, and looked resolutely into the eyes of the inspecting officer ‑ as pieces of the M‑1's innards began to pop up into the air. The rifle fell apart in Bill's hands.

Plebe year was a little more relaxed for "the General," although at best, he was only an adequate scholar. He did collect more than his fair share of demerits, it's true, but walked the appropriate number of tours, insisting ‑  especially when the demerits were awarded for returning late from dates ‑ that the crime had been worth the punishment.

At intramural athletics, whatever the sport, he was in there working. Softball was probably his favorite, because, though he sometimes looked awkward, he was loose and really quite coordinated. He fielded and hit well. Opponents in intramural football smiled, shook their heads in disbelief at his eager, aggressive style, but came by after each game to shake his hand and compliment him for his efforts.

With graduation came marriage to a lovely young woman – Gretchen ‑ an assignment to the Infantry and Korea. Bill was assigned to the 2nd Infantry, and later awarded the Bronze Star. He went to war willingly, probably

enthusiastically, because he always fought for what he believed. One former roommate still bears a scar attesting to the depth of Bill's feelings, because, in yearling year the classmate failed once to show the proper respect for Bill's hero, Ted Williams, and got a split lip to show for it.

Assignments after Korea included Headquarters, 77th Special Forces Group, Fort Bragg, 1954‑56, the Infantry School from 1956-­57, and G‑3, Division Headquarters, Communications Zone (APO NY) in 1957.

In 1960 in San Antonio, Bill was assigned as Assistant Professor, Military Science and Tactics to Texas Military Institute, and he described his Korea combat, particularly the long, late night patrols in the narrow strip of land that separated the United Nations and North Korean forces. He had returned ‑ a 200 pound, no‑nonsense, combat infantry officer­ convinced that he had met the challenge of manhood well. He had volunteered to lead patrols at every opportunity and was confident that lie had "taken care of the troops." Unfortunately, the overseas assignment and separation had been too much for the young marriage. As usual, however, he picked up the pieces, forged ahead with his career, met a fine military nurse, married again and fathered two children‑a boy and a girl ‑ whom he loved very much.

His assignments, thereafter, were probably not unlike those of many of his Army peers. He received the Commendation Medal following a tour with the 1st Special Forces Group (1964), a second award after his 1968‑69 years with I Corps in Korea, and the Legion of Merit while at Headquarters Army Communications Command, Fort Huachuca, AZ 1970‑71.

Bill was retired in 1971 as a lieutenant colonel, with major disabilities, the result of a parachute jump in Vietnam. He had landed in a rice paddy, bordered with a brick wall, and was slammed against the wall when his chute caugh a heavy gust of air, just after he hit the water. His back was damaged severely and Bill's health became a major problem from that point on. For the next several years, he was in and out of hospitals, being near death more than once but always coming back for one more round. While he seemed to be in pain frequently, his greatest regret with the permanent disability was that he was unable to smash a golf ball as far as he could when he was healthy.

After retirement, Bill decided to live in Texas where he returned to school and earned a master of science degree in business administration at Trinity University. He finally settled in San Antonio where he pursued several business ventures, one in the solar energy field. He died at the Veterans Administration Hospital, not able to answer the bell in the last round.

Bill remained as close to his old friends and the Army as his infirmities, the telephone, great distances, and funds would allow. He journeyed to the Washington area frequently and headed west to California to see his old buddies – probably really to see the Dodgers play, because he didn’t miss a game in the 1977 playoffs.

What else can be said? Perhaps that our country and its Armed Forces call on many, that most answer that call with honor and distinction, and only a few reach the top and become generals, the envy of many  who tried and fell short. Bill was one of the many; nevertheless, he spoke often, with pride, of the classmates “who had made it”, of wonderful commanders he had served with and great admiration and respect, and of how much the Army had meant to him. Perhaps, without the dedication and courage of the many unsung heroes like Bill Bloss, “the General”, the path upward would have been much more difficult for those who did succeed.”

Medon Armin Bitzer

NO. 17778  •  5 June 1927 – 8 January 1952

Killed in Action January 8, 1952 in Korea, aged 24 Years.

 

For those of us who knew Don, there is nothing that might be said which could tell us more; and for those who did not know him, these words can never express our sorrow at his passing nor give any measure to the depth of his friendship.

Don was born 5 June 1927, in New York City. His childhood and elementary school days were spent in Johnson City, Tennessee; then for high school, Don first put on a military uniform at Tennessee Military Institute. In 1945 he graduated from Castle Heights Military Academy and became a member of the Army Air Force. When he received his appointment to the Military Academy, Don was transferred to the USMA Preparatory School, then at Amherst College, Amherst, Massachusetts. On 1 July 1946, Don put on his grays and was sworn in at Battle Monument with the Class of 1950.

The military aspects of his life as a cadet were nothing new to Don - and he fast became a friend in need and in deed to those of us who found the rigid beast barracks life difficult. Plebe Russian and the other academic pitfalls gave Don his share of late Iights--but, somehow he managed to find time for trips with the varsity boxing team - as its lightest contender. For four years Don represented West Point in the Eastern Inter-Collegiates only to be out-pointed late in the eliminations on each occasion. In his "cow" year, he was a corporal; and in his First Class year Don carried the Supply Sergeant's saber and shouldered the additional job of being the Duty Committee Representative for Company E-2.

We had a fine company when Don was a First Classman, and it was due in no small measure to Don's hard work, level head, friendly smile, and common sense. Don's exemplary character and devotion to duty left a lasting mark on his classmates, upperclassmen, and underclassmen. In four years of close association at school, during times when nerves were especially on edge, never was there ever anything said of Don which was less than complimentary . . . Don was a standard of fine American manhood.

Upon graduation Don chose the Air Force and was assigned to Goodfellow Air Force Buse, San Angelo, Texas, for basic flying school. Basic was completed in January of 1951, and Don elected to become a conventional engine fighter pilot. For the next six months flying the F-51 Mustang, and hazing our classmates in the multi-engine and jet aircraft were Don's primary considerations. On 4 August 1951, at Craig Air Force Base, Selina, Alabama, Don received his wings and orders to Korea. There was a pleasant leave at home in Johnson City; then a happy three months in Combat Crew Training School at Luke Air Force Base, Phoenix, Arizona. Another visit at home preceded the trip to Camp Stoneman, Hawaii, Wake Island, Tokyo, and Korea.

Once in the Far East Air Force, Don was assigned to the famed 18th Fighter Bomber Group ... the last operational fighter group flying F-51's. He was among friends in Korea, for seventeen of his USMA classmates and most of his flying school classmates were also assigned to the Mustang group at WonJu, Korea. Combat check-out and missions came slowly because of the lack of airplanes and the presence of bad weather.

The 67th Fighter Bomber Squadron, to which Don was assigned, had a streak of heavy losses; and prior to his fifteenth mission Don saw two of his classmates and four of his friends from flying school killed or taken prisoner by the Communists. On 8 January 1952, Don was on his 15th mission, a dual purpose, two target, fighter strike in North Korea. Don dropped his bombs on the railroad deep in enemy territory; then on the return trip to his base, hit an important secondary target of supplies and personnel near the front lines, with his rockets and machine gun fire. As he broke away from the target after firing his first rocket, he and his aircraft were hit by enemy automatic weapons antiaircraft fire. Because he was hit personally and was at a low altitude, he was unable to abandon his burning aircraft and crashed into the target area.

Don, like his older brother, Conrad, who was killed in World War II in Germany, in 1945, found a "soldier's resting place beneath a soldier's blow" . . . part of the heavy price we have paid for our participation in two recent wars. As a soldier, Don would have been the last to expect combat without casualties; and as a Christian, he would be the last to have us mourn his death . No finer soldier has graduated from West Point; and Don was as fine a Christian as a soldier. He was never one to parade his beliefs, but no one was ever more sincere or devout. To know him was to realize that he was a sound Christian with the deepest kind of practical religion.

Medon Armin Bitzer, First Lieutenant, United States Air Force, Purple Heart, Air Medal, is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. M. A. Bitzer of Johnson City, Tennessee; his sister, Edith; and brother, Carl Wilfrid.

No words can express how deep is our sorrow or how great our loss at the death of this young soldier - airman . . . a soldier by even Kipling's rugged standards; but our personal loss cannot compare with the loss to the United States and to the Christian world of so promising a leader and citizen as Don.

- W.H.B and R.W.S.

Aubrey Lee Benson

NO. 17971  •  13 December 1927 - 1 August 1950

Died August 1, 1950, at Colorado City, Texas aged 22 years

 

AUBREY LEE BENSON was born December 13, 1927 in Colorado City,Texas. He was the elder son of Mr. and Mrs. Aubrey C. Benson.

His life followed the usual pattern of a small‑town boy, except that he was unusually serious of purpose and deeply interested in learning. He was one of the honor students when graduated from grammar school, and also when graduated from Colorado City High School in May 1945. Immediately following graduation, he enrolled in the University of Texas and remained there until June 1946.

During his school years he gave much time and attention to Scouting and earned numerous merit badges. He was enthusiastic about all phases of school activities, and was popular with students and teachers because of his dependability, efficiency, and good fellowship. He loved athletic sports so much that he gave them the time they required; then put out of his mind all else and became completely absorbed in his studies as he had been in football, basketball, or tennis. One of his most admirable characteristics was his ability to do whatever task was his in the best possible manner, never being satisfied with anything half done, whether it be study, a game, or wrapping a Christmas package.

Through Congressman George Mahon of the Nineteenth District, Texas, Aubrey Lee was granted the privilege of taking the entrance examinations for West Point and entered the Academy in July 1946. He received the appointment with great humility and wrote his parents saying, "The credit is yours for my having this chance to realize an earnest desire and ambition to attend West Point. I am grateful for the  training I have had through the years. The thought of the responsibility that is mine almost frightens me. I shall give the best that is in me to be worthy of this honor".

Aubrey Lee was serious and conscientious, and adjusted himself to the discipline maintained at the Academy because he knew that every part of it would be helpful in the years ahead. He knew that being a good soldier meant more than drilling, and marching and fighting. It meant living in a man's world as men should live.

Upon graduation on June 6, 1950, Lee was assigned to the 11th Airborne Division at Ft. Campbell. Ky., and was to have reported August 5, 1950 to Ft. Benning, Ga., for parachute jump training, after a sixty day leave with his family in Texas.

During his vacation at home, much of Lee's time was spent with the young men who had been his friends since his first grade in school. They laughed and talked of the fun they had had through the years and speculated on the future. Often their conversation was about the world situation, Army life, and life in general.

It was July 26, 1950 when the fatal automobile accident occurred that took Aubrey Lee from us. His mother and father were with him at the time. They and Don, his brother, were constantly at his bedside in the hospital until his death on the morning of August 1st. The very best medical and nursing care were given him. Captain Pheil, neuro‑surgeon of the General Hospital at Fort Sam Houston, Texas, came by plane and operated within a few hours after the accident, but the injury was so serious that it could not be overcome.

Lee's funeral was in Colorado City, Texas, in the First Baptist Church of which he had been a member since he was fifteen. Rev. R.Y. Bradford officiated. The church was filled with flowers and with the friends he loved so much. Honorary pall‑bearers were the boys from his high school graduating class. With military honors he was laid to rest in the Colorado City Cemetery. His grave is on a little knoll which overlooks the town and from which can be seen the tall poplar trees that grow near his home.

We can hardly believe that Lee is not still with us. We all feel a deep personal loss. His slow smile, his good humor, his kindness, and his seriousness of purpose endeared him to those with whom he came in contact. He was devoted to his family and their happiness was uppermost in his mind. His love for his mother was often expressed in little notes of appreciation which he would write at night after he finished studying. She would read them the next morning as she went about her work. The deep affection Lee and Don had for each other was unusual and beautiful. Lee was vitally interested in Don's every activity, and Don idolized "Buddy". The relationship between Lee and his Dad was more than that of a father and son. They were comrades and friends.

Aubrey Lee's life cannot be measured by the number of years that were allotted to him but by the things which were accomplished in that brief span. As we watched him unfold the pattern of his life, we were never disappointed, because he achieved at every turn what he set out to do.

One of his close friends who is now in the Army wrote this to his mother and dad, "I think about Lee quite a lot. When the going gets rough, I try to think as he did about it. No doubt there were times when he, too, was discouraged, but I know he decided to give it his very best, as he did everything. I would like to be the kind of soldier he was. Maybe he knows how hard I'm trying. I can't hope to do as well as he did. I am probably just an average G.I, but I'm trying..."

Aubrey Lee as a soldier felt that he personally was a guardian of American Freedom and could have sincerely said the words of Frederick S. Wilson: "Let each and everyone of us remember that Liberty is a gift not lightly given: that we within ourselves, must preserve for generations yet unborn, a vision of brotherhood among men, until one day all the world shall be ready to share it."

- Written by N. H. White, Jr. and Lena V. White