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I'd like to recall and bring to the Campfire's Attention on this Memorial Day MSgt Jack Traynor.

I met Jack Traynor in 1982 at Brooks Army Medical Center at Ft Sam Houston in San Antonio. At the time, he was getting ready to celebrate his 98th birthday.

Jack Traynor was originally a farm boy from Pennsylvania. At 18 he joined the US Army to serve in what he saw as a last chance scenario, the US Army on the Western Frontier in the Cavalry. At the time, places like Arizona were still a territory, and that was where his first assignment was.

He served under General Pershing " Chasing Poncho Via from one end of Mexico to another" as he put it, while I was shaking him one morning.

World War One came, and even tho he requested to be sent to France, that was denied. He was kept stateside, serving as a Drill Sgt training troops, due to the combat experience he had serving in Mexico under General Pershing.

After WW One, he saw duty in Panama and Guatemala. As the Cavalry was being phased out, he saw an opportunity in the Army Air Corps. He trained to be a pilot.

He finished his career, in 1937 as an Enlisted Pilot on Marin B 10s and B12s, his last two duty stations being the Philippines and Alaska. He served our country from 1903 to 1937.

He retired to Texas as it was his favorite place he had served.

When WW 2 came, he offered his services once again, but was turned down due to having already served. Even attempts to just be a flight instructor were turned down.. always with respect, but turned down.

He ended up in San Antonio, due to wanting to be close to Brooks and Randolph Army Airfields.

MSG Traynor passed at 98 years old in San Antonio at Ft Sam.

Incredible men do incredible things and are incredibly under appreciated.

RIP great warrior.

Black Jack Perishing's home was directly across Arthur Macarthur field (the whole field,, opposite end of the post) from the Brook Army Medical Center you worked in.

The original hospital building was at the opposite end of Ft. Sam Houston just a few blocks from Broadway street that goes to down town San Antonio. (west of New Braunfels St.) I see there is a new BAMC that is much closer to I35 that was not there when I was there in 1973 and 74.

Dwight D. Eisenhower's first BOQ is just a block from the Pershing home. (It might have been a married BOQ when he was there) All within a few feet of the south gate of Ft. Sam Houston on New Braunfels street. It's also just a few feet from the 5th Army HQ also known as the Quadrangle.

To add another layer to this, the Pershing Home was just a couple of blocks away from the Conscientious Objectors barracks used during the Viet Nam war. They were completely isolated from the rest of the Medic training facility.

My guess is they all knew each other at some point and time and probably played cards together. With the exception of the CO's, of course.

You didn't know you were so close to so much history.

I salute Mr. Jack Traynor.

I never did serve my country in that way....I am one of the many that the FEW have kept free.

On this day and every day prior and every day going forward...I am at their service.

I and We owe our very existence to them.

John, Hoping that I'm not out of bounds by adding few other special person's to remember. Please forgive me - LONG reads.

My uncle Capt. James Gibbons. 1921 – 2003.

Uncle Jim Flew over Europe, North Africa and the infamous Ploiești oil fields during WWII. He came home on 3 separate occasions as the only survivor in his aircraft. He flew B17's. A crewman's tour of duty was set at 25 missions. As a measure of the hazards they would encounter, it is estimated that the average crewman had only a one in four chance of actually completing his tour of duty. Uncle completed 3 tours. That's 75 sorties or flights.

A brief history:

The Germans were over-running Europe and had begun to bomb England. The United States being England's Ally, sent men and planes over to England. Jim had to register for the draft. He didn't want to go into the Army so on February 7, 1942, he enlisted in the Army Air Corps, and then applied for training as an Aviation Cadet. His application was accepted and he earned his pilot's wings at Yuma, AZ. He was commissioned a Second Lieutenant.

Jim was assigned to a Heavy Bomber Group in Italy. The 15th Air Force B-17's, and completed missions over German occupied territory. He was among those giving support to the invasion of southern France and saw action over targets in Germany, Austria, Hungary, Italy, Yugoslavia and the Romanian oil fields. His 50th mission was over oil targets in Blechhammer, Germany.

After the war, Uncle Jim also flew in the Berlin Airlift which did not count towards his 3 tours in combat.

Jim received the Air Medal with 3 Oak Leaf Clusters and was recommended for the Distinguished Flying Cross.

When the war was over Jim had the choice of staying in as an instructor or return to civilian life. He chose the latter.

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Another Veteran is a current friend. His name is Walter "Doc" Davidson. He is still living, in Scottsdale, AZ. 93 years young.

He's been the subject of parades, newspaper interviews, TV interviews, TV documentaries and a few other written articles.

He served on Iwo Jima and Peleliu. Both of which saw very extreme and heavy fighting. Here are a few different articles:

5th Marines Company B, 1st Engineer Battalion

Company B, 1st Medical Battalion

Walter L. 'Doc' Davidson, K-3-5
"I spent 26 days on Peleliu from the initial landing wave on 15 Sept 1944 to 10 Oct 1944 The only time I was off the Island during that time was on 28 & 29 Sept when I was once again on the First Wave Landing there with K-3-5.

I was Head Corpsman in Ack Ack's Co K-3-5. Had it not been for Ack Ack I would not be here writing to you today. He was the best and greatest company commander I have ever met in the Marine Corps, before or since, and I have met some good ones.

I was hit by mortar fire, along with a Marine by the name of Mason. He has part of the same mortar in him that I have in my chest. My last words to Ack Ack were "Ack Ack, we shouldn't be in here " and bang--right at Masons and my feet (we were both laying down up against a very thick rock wall). Hill Billy Jones stayed with us -- Mason panicked when he found out I was hit. Hill Billy got a litter for him and even though I had blood running out of my chest and left leg I was able to follow Hill Billy off of that big rock (gun emplacement, I guess that is what it was). Hill Billy was about 10 to 15 feet in front of me and I heard bullets hitting him. He jumped up on a tank and directed fire to where the enemy fire was coming from That is the last time I ever saw him. I made it to a Battalion Aid Station and was sent aboard the Hospital Ship The USS Bountiful."

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Another one- Sorry for the LONG read...

In August of 1942, Walt was digging a gas pipeline out of the ground when he heard that the United States was officially involved in a war with Japan. Walt’s friends urged him to join in the war effort and enlist, but he was initially hesitant; Walt figured he would be drafted within the next eight months anyway. Pretty soon, however, he gave in to his friend’s urgings and was accepted into the Navy.

Walt was stationed at Balboa Park Naval Hospital. He didn’t know it, but fifty-nine years later he would be a guest speaker at the Hospital Corporation Ball’s 103rd Anniversary. In regards to speaking at the distinguished ball, Walt said, “I was forty-four years old and didn’t
even know what I was doing.” Regardless, being back in the hospital brought back a wave of old memories. At the hospital during the war, Walt was doing odd jobs in a new venue. After a nurse decided he was good for more than changing bed pans, she taught Walt how to sharpen,
sterilize, and store syringes.

He was at that hospital for three months before moving on to Parris Island. “I must’ve given ten-thousand shots,” Walt said, recalling his time at Parris Island. Perhaps even more clearly than his time at the hospital, Walt remembers his twelve weeks of training camp. “Those Marines got close to killing me, I’ll tell you,” he said; nonetheless, Walt
admits that he would not have survived combat if it hadn’t been for that training.

After being shuffled around a bit and following several orders which seemed to point inmany different directions, Walt found himself on a ship heading to Manus in the Admiralty Islands. For the five-day trip, Walt was being ship-broken. He became sick as a dog, puking and feeling all-around miserable. Ironically, he never became queasy on the water since that trip.

Once in Manus, Walt spent three days working at the local hospital before finding himself in Guadalcanal. He did not expect to be going to Guadalcanal initially. At the outset, Walt had been told he was going to the Panama Canal. There wasn’t much he could say to change his situation now; he was in Guadalcanal and there was not much he could do about it.

For Walt’s war experience, each new territory was usually a quick stop anyway. After only two weeks, Walt was sent to the Russell Islands, the muddy coconut plantations of Pavuvu. “There were rats everywhere,” Walt remembers. Although futile, men shot at the rats in disgust. It was here that Walt had his twenty-second birthday.

At one point in Pavuvu, Walt stumbled on a group a Marines comparing accuracy with their .45s. Lieutenant Colonel “Silent Lou,” who had just become a two-star Lieutenant General, invited Walt to join.

Hesitant among the group of high-ranked Marines, Walt joined in. In their game of accuracy, Walt beat them three times. “You’re a sorry bunch of Marines. You let a Corpsman beat you!” “Silent Lou” chewed out the men. Twenty-eight years later, “Silent Lou” came to Walt’s hometown. He didn’t immediately recognize Walt, but once Walt refreshed
Lou’s memory, his face lit up as he exclaimed, “This guy’s a troublemaker!” He proceeded to explain how Walt had given his Marines such a hard time all those years ago, grinning the entire time.

Reminiscing, Walt said, “That was another life and another world. I think of the things I’ve done—[such as] going for three-mile runs in the morning—and now it’s even difficult to get out of bed.” Walt has learned how to be satisfied with his present circumstances, making the best out of what he has at any given time. During his time at Pavuvu, each man was given four ten-ounce bottles of Foster’s beer, six bottles of Coke, a carton of cigarettes, a K-bar, and a .45.
Some of these items would prove to be more useful than others. It wasn’t long until Walt’s battalion got notice from Tokyo Rose that they were “going to Peleliu and never coming back.”

He bounced from Australia to Peleliu on September 1st. What he found would require every ounce of basic training along with a whole lot of luck. Peleliu was “an island of fire,” as Walt described it. Fourteen to sixteen-inch shells took flight in a way that they “looked like a Volkswagen flying through the air.” It was an island of chaos. Parts of tanks and bodies floated on the surface of the water. When the Amtrak motors died, Walt, accompanied by the 7th Marines, waded through knee-deep water to shore, among the bodies and rubbage while trying to avoid being shot. No easy task. Walt made it to shore and then ran straight into a tank trap. He
stuck his head up to see whether the coast was clear. American tanks barricaded one side and Japanese tanks occupied the opposing side.

Walt remembers seeing another Marine, “as stupid as [he].” After exchanging expressions of shock and forms of identification, the other Corpsman exclaimed, “You’re in the wrong place!” “I know!” replied Walt. Finally, taking his chances, Walt stuck his head out of the tank trap to ensure the coast was clear—or relatively clear—and managed to make it out. As Walt sprinted back to his respective company, a man ran up to him with a bleeding arm, asking for assistance. The man introduced himself as Yates. Yates had
been shot in the arm. Many years later, Walt would encounter Yates under very unexpected circumstances.

Soon after Walt’s experience at Peleliu, the Japanese launched a full attack. This was a big mistake on their part. Out of the eighteen tanks involved in the attack, three made it out.

Peleliu today has a population of 700. During that attack, there were 10,000 Japanese and 20,000 Marines involved. The second night, the Japanese tried to make it to shore while the Navy “shelled them.” Two hundred and fifty made it ashore, so the fighting continued. In this fighting, the U.S. lost sixteen men. After fighting nonstop, Walt tried to get some rest. He woke up hearing something moving and a strange feeling around his foot. Pulling out his .45, Walt
attempted to threaten the enemy. In better light, he realized the “enemy” was a land crab pinching at his foot.

Walt remembers the ingenuity he and other Marines had to employ. There was one situation where several Japanese were hiding in a cave and his job was to get them out. Walt and
a few others tried launching grenades into the cave but the men inside just threw them right back.

Finally, one of the Marines took a can of bug spray and generated a “bug bomb” out of it. They threw this in and fourteen men ran out of the cave. Being forewarned that these Japanese would kill the Marines before ever surrendering, each of the Japanese was immediately shot.

Walt experienced quite a few nasty realities of war. He saw the treatment between men of opposing sides, soldier to soldier or innocent to soldier that was filled with resentment and bitterness. In one case, a native named Jacob Vuza had been captured by the Japanese, tied to a tree, and used for bayonet practice. Somehow Vuza managed to survive. Leading the Marines on a mission through the jungle, Vuza found the Japanese who had given the order to perform
such a cruel exercise on an innocent man. No forgiveness or room for mercy in the world of war, Vuza shot the man in the face with a .45 and chopped his head off with a machete.
Keeping the head as a trophy—apparently a common practice—he shrunk it. Vuza was later knighted by Queen Elizabeth.

One night Walt experienced a situation that would really shake up his war-time travels. While in the Five Sisters Area, his battalion was spending the night in a Japanese gun
emplacement. “We shouldn’t be in here,” Walt told his Captain. An explosion burst out at his feet and he felt like someone had hit him “across the chest with a baseball bat.” Another man was shot and bleeding profusely. Because there was no rear exit, Walt was left bleeding from his chest while trying to bandage up the other man. Hill Billy Jones, a member of Walt’s battalion, ran up to Walt and insisted he needed to bandage up Walt’s leg. Walt insisted there was nothing wrong with his leg; it was his chest that was bleeding. Finally making it out, Walt realized his leg had been injured. There was a “hole clear through the back of the knee.” Walt needed to make it to a self-aid station to get patched up. After peeling off the bloody clothes he had been wearing for the past twenty-six days, Walt made it to a doctor who gave him the care he desperately needed.

Walt was going to be healing for a while. Entering the war at 150 pounds, he weighed 123 at this point. Getting Walt healed and back into general health was the next order of
business. The next stop was the USS Bonneville, “the slowest ship in the Navy.” Some men joked about how the massive ship would go faster if a sail were hoisted. Carried aboard on a
stretcher and accompanied by two Army medics and a nurse, the sail to Guadalcanal that should have taken three days took six. Once at Guadalcanal, Walt received X-rays from a doctor who told him that the shrapnel he had in his body could be removed, but it would be much easier just
to leave it.

October 10, 2012 will be the 68th anniversary of receiving his “souvenirs.” Although Walt was to keep the shrapnel, he had quite a bit of other healing to go through. He was sent to Balboa Park Hospital in San Diego, where it was decided there was not enough room to tend to him. Shipped off from San Diego, Walt spent two weeks healing at Camp Pendleton. He was then allowed to go home to Wellington, Colorado, in time to see his mother for Christmas Eve.

Just before going back to the Pacific, Walt’s healing was finalized at Great Lakes Hospital in Illinois. Finally, Walt was released at Treasure Island on February 23rd and sent back—to his delight—to Guadalcanal.

Now qualified for independent duty, Walt replaced another Corpsman who was going home. Walt was told he would fit right in. Occupying his new job, Walt ran into one of the
doctors that had helped nurse him back to health. “Just don’t attempt any brain surgery,” the doctor said, shocked that Walt was working in hospitals again. Now at Okinawa, Walt saw planes crash into plumes of water. It seemed there was much more dramatic scenery here. The night the war ended, Walt saw “Washing Machine Charlie” fly overhead. He saw two Betty bombers land with surrender documents. Even though it was the end of the war, Walt’s time in the Pacific would play an active part in the rest of his life.

During the war, Walt bandaged many men. He cleaned, stitched, and protected wounds. While in Peleliu, the man who ran up to Walt with his sleeve turned up and a bullet through his arm had left an impression. His name was Yates.

In 1947, Walt was in Fort Collins, Colorado. He saw a young Marine looking for the dry cleaners. The Marine’s girlfriend was at Colorado State and he was going to see her but he needed his uniform cleaned. Walt offered him a ride.
While making conversation, the Marine offered to show Walt his “neatest wound.” The Marine rolled up his sleeve and showed a wound that had been healed by Walt’s own handiwork. Walt exclaimed, “Yates!” Yates did not immediately remember him, so Walt explained that he had been the doctor that patched him up those many years ago.

Today, Walt is actively involved in the Lions Club along with several other service organizations. He has dedicated his life to people. Although it isn’t as easy to get out into the community anymore, every person with whom Walt comes in contact is easily affected by his kindness and compassion. Regardless of the person—his personality, his social status, or his possessions—Walt appreciates each person individually with infinite understanding. He lives
with his two poodles, Elmo and Zoey, who keep Walt company, greet visitors, and terrorize the mailman. Walt’s world revolves around his granddaughter Paige’s visits, and all the ways he is involved in the community. His dedication to service is undoubtedly a lifelong dedication.

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Walt is homebound now due to complications from diabetes. Most of his contact with the outside world is through HAM radio. His call sign is KC7OMZ. He only operates on 2M/70CM bands.

Jeff,

Thanks for posting... I've got all the time in the world to read posts like that, so they weren't too long at all..

I got to know a zillion guys with stories like that while working in the Hospitals in the Army...