Hoyden R.

Oh My DOG! This made me laugh hard enough to scare the poor dog.

NIce!

Wife of a Soldier by Bertholt Brecht What did the wife of the soldier get From the ancient city of Prague? From Prague she got the linen skirt. It matched her shirt did the linen skirt She got from the city of Prague. What did the wife of the soldier get From Brussels, the Belgian town? From Brussels she got the delicate lace. All the charm and grace of the delicate lace She got from the Belgian town. What did the wife of the soldier get From Paris, the City of Light? From Paris she got the silken dress. Born to possess the silken dress She got from the City of Light. What did the wife of the soldier get From Libya's desert sands? From Libya, the little charm. Around and around she wore the charm He brought from the desert sands. What did the wife of the soldier get From Russia's distant steppes? From Russia she got the widow's veil. And the end of the tale is the widow's veil She got from the distant steppes.

An Airman's Hymn by Wallace Llewellyn Berry When the last long flight is over And the happy landings past When my altimeter tells me That the crack-up's come at last. I'll swing her nose for the ceiling And I'll give my crate the gun I'll open her up and let her zoom For the airport of the sun. Then the great God of flying men Will smile on me - sort of slow As I stow my crate in the hangar On the field where flyers go. Then I'll look upon His face The Almighty Flying Boss Whose wing spread fills the heavens From Orion to the Cross.

I like this thread, so I had to go find it so I could resurrect it. A SAILOR'S GRAVE Author: Glen V. Ruff Poppies grow in Flander's Field Over the heads of the brave. But Poppies don't cover a sailor's grave Flowers won't grow on a wave. On land there is usually a marker A cross, a stone, or a tree. How do you mark the resting place of the ones who are buried at sea? They are no less the fallen Than the others interred on the land. Though their graves are unadorned The seamen will understand. They chose to sail the oceans They knew where the danger lies And if tragedy ever happens The sea claims the sailor who dies.

He's buried in the Sylvan Abbey Memorial Park in Clearwater, Florida. Some cemeteries have lists of those interred as well as a directory of where you can locate the grave on their website, so I went to have a look. No luck. So I called the Cemetery at 727-796-1992 and spoke to Karen, who was most helpful. She looked up his grave information and called me back with the following: George Robert Dwyer was buried on 28 March 1960 His Grave is located in Garden West, Lawn B Lot 283, Space 1 Now you need to find someone local to Clearwater, FL to go take a picture of the grave for you. Sometimes members of the American Legion Posts, Veterans of Foreign Wars Posts or local War Veterans groups will take pictures. I've known others to put an add up on Craig's list requesting someone to go take a picture for them. http://www.sylvanabbey.com/location/about/cemetery.html

Better a horses head than a horses ass, yes?

Go to the Find-A-Grave website and check it, there may be a photo. Sometimes people will go take pictures of graves for you from the local grave finder community. I had someone take pictures in ME for me and I in turn took pictures in Cheshire and Hamden, CT for someone else.

Paul HAS a NICE HP Scanner in our bedroom. It's capable of scanning slides even. He just has to learn how to use it or ask me to scan things for him.

Oh my goodness!! My husband showed me the banner and the embroidery, but he didn't show me those fanfare trumpets!!!! Jock, if you would be so kind, what are the makers on those fanfare trumpets? I am a trumpet and bugle player, so I am really really interested in researching them a bit. I just informed Paul R. that I want one!!

So, what Paul hasn't let on is that I am a bit OCD. The thought of shooting this Soviet Officer's Jacket naked, meaning without the proper under clothing, had me giving him dirty looks and grumbling. Me: What kind of shirt goes under this Soviet Naval Officer's great coat? Paul: I don't know. I'll go look it up on line...... White shirt, back neck tie. Me: Do you have a white shirt? Paul: I don't think so. Me: You SHOULD! It's part of your uniform! They are issued in your sea bag! Ugh! (I go look through the closet for a white uniform dress shirt.) Me: Do any of the Nazi's have a black tie? Check in the Collection Closet! Go strip one one off one of them! Paul went spelunking in his Collection Closet to find a uniform in his collection to purloin a tie from so we could put this Soviet Officer's uniform together properly and to shut me up. lol

Hi Honey - you got this back tush-wards. Kirov is the Military Medical Academy on the Military Academy badge you pinned on the Officer's jacket in the other thread. This pin says KTOF, I think it's a Guided Missile Cruiser from the Pacific Fleet. The band on the cover says тихоокеанский флот, tikhookeanskiy flot or Pacific Fleet. I questioned if the white cover would have been worn with this jumper as the covers are typically the same color as the jumper, but as it all came together, Paul wanted me to shoot it together.

Are those his serial numbers stenciled into the jumper? His name is Акижанов or Akizhanov.

Check out this Award booklet and notice that the name in it is crossed out with another written over it in blue ink. There is also a note on the back in the same blue ink. I am trying to make out the handwriting so I can go look it up. I am curious about why this would have been done this way.

I thought it was pretty ironic that Paul has had that Military Academy Badge for so many years without even realizing that it was the Military Medical Academy. It has this on it. ВМА ИМ Кирова, MI Kirov Military Medical Academy

Just spectacular work. You do need to create a gallery for all of your work. The colors in the FJ Eagle just gave me an idea for framing up a Soviet Order of the Red Star that Paul got the other day....

GO = General Orders WD = War Department http://www.history.army.mil/documents/WDGO/WDGO24-1947/WW2campindex.htm Ryekyue GO 40 WD 45 = General Order 45, War Department 1945 - http://www.history.army.mil/documents/WDGO/WDGO24-1947/f06.jpg Bronze Star Metal GO 69 HQ 7th Inf was awarded on General Orders 69, 7th Infantry HQ 4 May 1945 Purple Heart was awarded on General Orders 63, 7th Infantry HQ on 4 June 1945 Both awards look to be awarded for action in Okinawa. Some General Orders that list awards are available on line, however I can not find them for the 7th Infantry Division. I do not know if they are available in the National Archives. If you are looking for the award citation that goes with the medal, I think you will have to have someone with access to those archives pull it for you.

Not too many records in Ancestry.com US Army Records of the 7th Infantry Division in WWII: http://www.history.army.mil/html/forcestruc/cbtchron/cc/007id.htm Activated: 1 July 1940. Overseas: 24 April 1943. Campaigns: Aleutian Islands, Leyte, Eastern Mandates, Ryukyus. Days of combat: 208. Distinguished Unit Citations: 9. Awards: MH-3 ; DSC-26 ; DSM-1; SS982; LM-33; SM-50 ; BSM-3,853 ; AM-178. Commanders: Maj. Gen. Joseph W. Stillwell (1 July 1940-August 1941) Maj. Gen. C. H. White (August 1941-October 1942) Maj. Gen. A. E. Brown (22 October 1942-21 April 1943) Maj. Gen. Eugene M. Landrum (May 1943-June 1943) Brig. Gen. A. V. Arnold (July 1943-September 1943) Maj. Gen. C. H. Corlett (6 September 1943-19 February 1944) Maj. Gen. A. V. Arnold (19 February 1944-8 September 1945) Brig. Gen. J. L. Ready (8 September 1945-January 1946) Brig. Gen. L. J. Stewart (January 1946-March 1946) Maj. Gen. Andrew D. Bruce (March 1946-October 1947) Brig. Gen. Harlan N. Hartness (October 1947-1 May 1948) Maj. Gen. William F. Dean (1 September 1948- ). Combat Chronicle Elements of the 7th Infantry Division first saw combat in the amphibious assault on Attu, western-most Japanese entrenchment in the Aleutian chain. Elements landed, 11 May 1943, and fought a bitter battle over freezing tundra against fanatically resisting Japanese, finally defeating the Japanese at Chichagof Harbor. In August 1943 elements of the Division took part in the assault on Kiska, only to find the island deserted by the Japanese. With the Aleutians secured, 524 the Division moved to Hawaii, where it trained in amphibious landing technique and in jungle warfare. On 31 January 1944 the Division landed on islands in the Kwajalein Atoll in conjunction with the 4th Marine Division, and in a week of heavy fighting, wrested them from the Japanese. Elements took part in the capture of Engebi in the Eniwetok Atoll, 18 February 1944. The Division then moved to Oahu, T. H., remaining there until mid-September when it sailed to join the assault on the Philippines. On 20 October 1944, the Division made an assault landing at Dulag, Leyte, and after heavy fighting secured airstrips at Dulag, San Pablo, and Buri. The troops moved north to take Dagami, 29 October, and then shifted to the west coast of Leyte, 26 November, and attacked north toward Ormoc, securing Valencia, 25 December. An amphibious landing by the 77th Infantry Division effected the capture of Ormoc, 11 December 1944, and the 7th joined in its occupation. Mopping up operations continued until early February 1945. Next D-day for the Division was 1 April 1945, when it made an assault landing on Okinawa. It drove from the west to the east coast on the first day and engaged in a savage 51-day battle in the hills of southern Okinawa.

I found census records for him and the contents of his enlistment records. I am going through the newspapers for any mention of his name now.

More Patton Love. I wish there was a book of all his poems, my lovely husband would get it for me. (It is truly a wonderful thing to be married to another History lover. :-) ABSOLUTE WAR (1944) General George S. Patton, Jr. Now in war we are confronted with conditions which are strange. If we accept them we will never win. Since by being realistic, as in mundane combats fistic, We will get a bloody nose and that's a sin. To avoid such fell disaster, the result of fighting faster, We resort to fighting carefully and slow. We fill up terrestrial spaces with secure expensive bases To keep our tax rate high and death rate low. But with sadness and with sorrow we discover to our horror That while we build, the enemy gets set. So despite our fine intentions to produce extensive pensions We haven't licked the dirty bastard yet. For in war just as in loving, you must always keep on shoving Or you'll never get your just reward. For if you are dilatory in the search for lust and glory You are up ###### creek and that's the truth, Oh! Lord. So let us do real fighting, boring in and gouging, biting. Let's take a chance now that we have the ball. Let's forget those fine firm bases in the dreary shell raked spaces. Let's shoot the works and win! Yes, win it all!

I have a few of Siegfried Sassoon's works in my collection file. I'll have to add this one too.

Another favorite of mine from Patton. (I think we need to add a section in the collection we are displaying in the house for General Patton.) DEAD PALS General George S. Patton, Jr. Dickey, we've trained and fit and died, Yes, drilled and drunk and bled, And shared our chuck and our bunks in life. Why part us now we're dead? Would I rot so nice away from you, Who has been my pal for a year? Will Gabriel's trumpet waken me, If you ain't there to hear? Will a parcel of bones in a wooden box Remind my Ma of me? Or isn't it better for her to think Of the kid I used to be? It's true some preacher will get much class A tellin' what guys we've been, So, the fact that we're not sleeping with pals, Won't cut no ice for him. They'll yell, "Hurrah!" And every spring they'll decorate our tomb, But we'll be absent at the spot We sought, and found, our doom. The flags and flowers won't bother us, Our free souls will be far -- Holdin' the line in sunny France Where we died to win the war. Fact is, we need no flowers and flags For each peasant will tell his son, "Them graves on the hill is the graves of Yanks, Who died to lick the Hun." And instead of comin' every spring To squeeze a languid tear, A friendly people's loving care Will guard us all the year.

A Soldier's Burial (1943) General George S. Patton, Jr. Not midst the chanting of the Requiem Hymn, Nor with the solemn ritual of prayer, Neath misty shadows from the oriel glass, And dreamy perfume of the incensed air Was he interred; But in the subtle stillness after fight, And the half light between the night and the day, We dragged his body all besmeared with mud, And dropped it, clod-like, back into the clay. Yet who shall say that he was not content, Or missed the prayers, or drone of chanting choir, He who had heard all day the Battle Hymn Sung on all sides by a thousand throats of fire. What painted glass can lovelier shadows cast Than those the evening skies shall ever shed, While, mingled with their light, Red Battle's Sun Completes in magic colors o'er our dead The flag for which they died.

THE SILENT ARMY IAN ADANAC IN The Montreal Daily Star NO bugle is blown, no roll of drums, No sound of an army marching. No banners wave high, no battle--cry Comes from the war-worn fields where they lie, The blue sky overarching The call sounds clearer than the bugle call ' From this silent, dreamless army. No cowards were we, when we heard the call, For freedom we grudged not to give our all," Is the call from the silent army. Hushed and quiet and still they lie, This silent, dreamless army, While living comrades spring to their side, And the bugle-call and the battle-cry Are heard as dreamer and dreamless lie Under the stars of the arching sky, The men who have heard from the men who have die The call of the silent army.

Another from Rudyard Kipling "A Song to Mithras" 'Hymn f the XXX Legion: Circa A.D. 350' MITHRAS, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall! ' Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!' Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away, Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day! Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat, Our helmets scorch our foreheads ; our sandals burn our feet. Now in the ungirt hour; now ere we blink and drowse, Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows ! Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main, Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again ! Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn, Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn! Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies, Look on Thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice ! Many roads Thou hast fashioned: all of them lead to the Light, Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!