VFW VA Post 3219 - Phoebus

Old Vets Scorched by the Strain of New Wars

Posted at 11:37 AM on Sunday, November 15, 2009 by post3219

Old Vets Scorched By Strain of New Wars Tom Philpott | November 12, 2009 Even Old Vets Scorched By Strain of Current Wars A small group of U.S. war veterans, the age difference among them as wide as 70 years, gathered last Saturday at American Legion Post 177 in Fairfax, Va., for a special event at the annual Veterans' Day Community Fair. They had agreed to participate in a "living history," co-hosted by VFW Post 8469, and organized by its commander, Floyd Houston, a man committed to ensuring local war heroes, old and young, don't fade away. For two hours they told war stories and stood by to answer questions that never came from local Boy Scouts seeking to earn merit badges for their time there. The public too was welcomed but didn't show. What they missed was more than the usual compelling personal accounts of war. They missed how deeply some veterans of past wars are disturbed by burdens being carried by the current generation of volunteers. Avon Blevins, a retired Navy chief, began his talk by pulling a few mementoes from a paper bag. He was a teenage radioman aboard USS O'Brien when that destroyer escorted 50 landing craft, with 200 infantrymen apiece, toward Omaha Beach on D-Day, June 6, 1944. "We took them in on the first wave. We got them there on target and on time.Patrolled up and down the beach all day and fired when they asked us to fire," Blevins said. O'Brien's guns took out enemy pillboxes and a machine gun nest. It was relieved that evening by its sister ship, USS Meredith. When O'Brien returned at dawn, its crew could see the Meredith on fire and sinking from an explosion later confirmed to have been caused by a German mine. Three weeks later, an eight-inch German shell from a shore battery would rip into O'Brien below its bridge, causing 32 casualties, Blevins said. After repairs, the ship sailed to the Pacific. Blevins was still aboard when Japanese Kamikaze aircraft struck, twice. In the second attack, a plane with 500-pound bomb penetrated to the ship's ammunition magazine. "Almost blew the ship in two. We had a lot of casualties," Blevins said. "We had part of the pilot too. I never will forget he had three or four uniforms on. I had one of his shoes until an officer took it away from me." John Swart was 19, part of 8th Regiment, 4th Infantry Division, which landed at Utah Beach in the second wave ashore at Normandy. "Some troops got out in water over their heads, carrying 30 pounds packs. Where I landed was probably knee high," he said. The first town they liberated was Sainte Marie du Mont. At dusk that evening, Swart recalled, he and other troops watched in horror as Army gliders tried to land in fields the German had planted with telephone poles. "A lot of those boys were butchered up," Swart remembered. Swart's own mortar platoon suffered 60 percent casualties within weeks. He was wounded twice that year, in July and November. For the second set of wounds he spent 10 months in various hospitals before discharge. He let the scouts passed around one of his Purple Heart medals. Lehman Young, a former Navy test pilot, recalled delivering an F4U Corsair fighter to a base in California early in WWII. He had arrived with extra fuel and so, before landing, decided "to do some sightseeing." He was set on flying under the Golden Gate Bridge until he was close to it. Instead he flew up the coastline. Suddenly he saw puffs of black smoke in the air ahead of him, exploding shells from anti-aircraft batteries. "I wasn't supposed to be there," Young said, holding his cane and smiling. "I did a real quick 180, got back over the bay, got down real close to the ground, went up in the mountains and hid for a couple of hours." Young said he had five forced landings while flying naval aircraft, but "that was as close as I came to getting shot down." By the time retired Army Col. George Juskalian, 95, arrived at Legion Post 177 in his wheel chair, the Boy Scouts had moved on. But sharing his experiences through three wars, including capture by the Germans in Tunisia, wasn't his priority this afternoon. Where should we start, I asked him. "It starts with my anger at our present military policies. We have military personnel redeploying to theaters of war five and six times and we're not doing anything about it," said the colonel, his voice rising. "We expand the Army by about 20,000, which is a drop in the bucket. But nobody is mentioning the draft. Nobody! Most of the country doesn't even know we're in a war! After eight, nine years of fighting, when in the hell are we going to level with them? How are we going to continue this all-volunteer business, especially for the Army and Marines taking the losses?" Yes, he said, because of a poor economy the military is meeting recruit requirements. But before civilian jobs grew scarce, the services were lowering standards, Juskalian said. "Who's kidding who?" "I don't hear anybody at the White House, anybody in the Pentagon, any of these generals we have, anyone in the Congress using the word 'draft.' It's become a dirty word! We can't rely on volunteer effort forever!" He said he reads letters in newspapers from military spouses worried that loved ones are going off to war, again and again, perhaps this time never to come back, while they raise their young children alone. "Well it bothers me. Jesus Christ, I could cry," he said, voice growing soft and eyes moist. Eventually he recounts some of his own experiences in WWII and wars in Korea and Vietnam, not mentioning until prompted by Houston his two Silver Stars. Soon Juskalian returned to why he was there. "If it's a war worth fighting for," he said, "the whole country has got to fight for it." Houston, with a son returning to Afghanistan the next day, agreed. 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