"Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle." - Psalm 144:1
This is the second part of a two-part series on Mike Holder. For the first part of this story click here.
Mike 'Big Daddy' Holder inherited the flying fever from his father, Jim Holder. The elder Holder flew C-119 Boxcars and C-121 Constellations in the Air ...
They arrived with pep in their step via a customized cane, a walker, or marching straight and tall into the American Legion with the vitality ...
The gathering at Oxton Village Assisted Living in Social Circle witnessed a rare ceremony on August 25 honoring a WWII veteran of the Aleutian Islands ...
War, real war, is the end result of botched politics. War is a dirty blood-stained business with the goal of defeating an enemy whose viewpoints ...
The email from Covington resident Joe "Pete" Madding stimulated my curiosity. A handmade trench knife, lost in combat by an 82nd airborne paratrooper during the ...
Born in 1929 in Toledo, Ohio, a short six weeks later Richard Grimes and his family moved to White Plains, Georgia. He recalled, "My dad ...
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Call it divine intervention, luck or just a turn of events – Charles Wyatt had his life saved.
ive branches of the military are officially recognized: Army, Air Force, Coast Guard, Navy, and Marines. This journalist, though, believes that two other factions should be commended: the Merchant Marines and the Home Front.
The B-17 pilot was 21 years old, a farm boy from Weston, W. Va., on his first combat mission over the German heartland. His adversary, a former Bavarian airline pilot from Regensburg, Germany, was now a crack pilot for the Luftwaffe, with 22 kills to his credit. He was one victory away from winning the celebrated Knight's Cross. The date: Dec 20, 1943.
y recent article on Hollywood's participation in World War II created a tidal wave of emails pleading, "What about the athletes who served?" Indeed they did, in great numbers, and this is their partial story.
This is the second of two parts of Gary Freedman's story.
Occasionally, an interview with a veteran challenges my creative abilities. How do I properly relate the story of a military career seemingly beyond normal human aptitudes? This is one of those stories, much too condensed to suitably honor hard-earned accomplishments.
Nov. 14, 1944:
When governments can no longer manage their international responsibilities, soldiers are sent to wage the needed war to restore failed politics.
Cpl. Dexter Harris of the Rockdale Sheriff's Department joined the Army in 1987, just three weeks out of high school.
Many years ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a metropolis called Hollywood hunkered down to stand up and man-up for its native land. Instead of marketing political correctness, Hollywood's residents put their lives on the line for grassroots notions called individualism, capitalism and freedom. A port called Pearl Harbor transformed the make-believers into freedom-fighters.
Hamilton Field near San Francisco on Dec. 6, 1941, at 0900: Thirteen B-17s take off at 15-minute intervals for a 15-hour flight to Pearl Harbor. The crossing was long and boring.
The Greatest Generation lost another great member this week with the passing of Newborn's mayor, Roger Sheridan. He was my friend.
Adopted at age 5 by a couple who owned a nursing home in Mount Vernon, N.Y., Wilsonia "Soni" Browne enjoyed entertaining and singing for the residents. Before her 12th birthday, the family moved to Miami, Fla.
We were on alert, the midnight sky charcoal black, odd noises coming from the distant jungle beyond the perimeter. My vision battled reality vs. apparitions in black pajamas. I was ready to kill, not so much an enemy, but the aggressive mosquitoes attempting to construct a housing project inside my left ear. I dared not slap or even curse my ear tenants for fear of exposing my so-called fighting position.
Confident in dialogue and conduct, James Johnson Jr. echoes his 22-year career in the United States Army.