Chapter 8
Friday April 30,1946 a directive came down from Army Headquarters that all GIs
that had 2 years of service would shipped back to the states immediately and
separated from the Army. I had over 25 months and was elgible. We were to get
our gear together and be ready to leave on Sunday May 2. Saturday May 1, was a
big Holiday (May Day) in Europe and we were leaving the next day. Bibbs and I
spent Saturday with some Ladies and got ready to leave Landschut on Sunday.
After a final goodbye to our buddies we were taken to the Railroad Station and
expected to get on a coach and ride to Bermerhaven where we would get a boat for
New York. Instead we were loaded into boxcars with hay on the floor to sleep on
just like when we moved up to the front. We didn't complain a lot as we were
going home. The train moved along slowly and we sat in the doorway and looked at
the countryside and the Cities as we went through them. Finally we got to
Bremerhaven and were put in barracks for final processing to the States. We had
seen all across Germany as we were driving the Germans out a small drawing of
Kilroy Was Here. It appeared in almost every city we took. The GIs had picked up
on it and was drawing this little image of a head and shoulders with a long nose
looking over a fence. And under it was the words, "Kilroy Was Here" Now we had
seen it all along the railway to Bremerhaven. Also acres and acres of tanks,
trucks,weapon carriers and jeeps lined up in fields GI fashion neatly parked. We
stayed in Bremerhaven for about a week as there many guys going home and had to
be processed before leaving. They had allowed us to bring one weapon back to the
states as a souviner. I had a European Remington 9mm automatic pistol that was a
replica of the US .45 cal. pistol that was carried by officers. I had a holster
made by a German Leather Smith and it looked just like the .45 I was all set as
I had it verified by an Officer in our outfit so I was fine. Some of the Guys
had two or three nice pistols and when they found out they could only take one
back to the States they smashed the others on the cement pavement and destroyed
them.
Also they had our pay book and if you had over a certain amount you couldn't
change it for American Dollars. They went back on your pay book and allowed you
so much based on how much your monthly pay was. Some of the fellows was playing
in the Black Market and had a fist full of Dollars. They were only allowed to
change so much and the remainder was worthless unless you was staying in Europe.
This was a great way to stifle the Black Market and stop a drain on currency
leaving Europe for the States. Early on some of the guys were taking a lot of
money to the states and now the Army had plugged that hole.
We were told when we would ship out for the states. A small Liberty ship was
waiting in the Harbor and loading troops for N.Y. A buddy and I, Willis J.
McCailias from Cheyenne, Wyoming boarded and got a bunk and stowed our gear. Red
as we called him because of his red hair was our Company Barber and he was a
barber in Cheyenne before he went into the service. We were ready to get under
way and a Merchant seaman asked us if we wanted to buy a pint of whiskey. Red
and I split the cost of a pint. We took a swig as we were leaving the harbor and
not another drink until we reached N.Y. I was sea sick for the 9 days we were at
sea.
We were on a small Liberty Ship called U.S.S. Maritime Victory. there were 1700
GIs on the boat and it twisted and rolled so bad I had to lay in my bunk all the
way across from sea sickness. One morning we came slowly down the Hudson Bay by
the Statue Of Liberty and that was a beautiful sight. We unloaded and got on a
waiting troop train and went to Fort Meade Md. That evening we had steak for
supper as was the custom. All troops returning from Europe to the States was
treated to a steak dinner and we really enjoyed that. We stayed there a few days
and the guys started fanning out all across the country to the closest camp to
their homes for discharge. We finally boarded a troop train for Camp Atterbury,
Ind. Fort Meade was the place where you said so long to your buddies and maybe
never to see them again. We were being processed through and at our exiting
physical examination I had a small boil on the back left hip and they wouldn't
discharge me until I went to the hospital and had that taken care of.
I stayed in the Hospital at Camp Atterbury for a week while they treated the
boil and was taking penicillin shots every three hours. The nurses would wake me
up in the middle of the night jamming that needle in my arm. Finally Saturday
June 8,1946 I received my discharge and final pay.
This ended my career with the United States Army. I would remember back on that
day April 24,1944 when it all started and the ground I had covered and the Guys
I had met. The devistation I had seen and all of the pain and suffering of
people, Death and destruction. It sure made me feel good to be in a Country of
freedom for all.
I left the Army with the rank Technician 5th Grade, 18 months of foregin
service, Unit Citation Badge with two Bronze Oak Leaf Clusters, (Major Campagins)
Combat Infantry Badge, ETO Ribbon, Good Conduct Medal, Two French Citations, and
others. Also Gold Hash Marks half way up the left sleeve of my “IKE” jacket.
I boarded a bus at Camp Atterbury with a change of clothes in my duffle bag and
was headed for Louisville, Ky. I went to the Greyhound Bus Station there and
bought a ticket for Richmond, Ky. This was around 3:00 PM and I had to wait
until 11:00 P.M. for the bus to Lexington and on to Richmond. There I bought a
ticket for Irvine. I met a Guy on the bus coming from Camp Atterbury and when we
got to Louisville and got our tickets we both had a long wait until our bus
left. He was going to Beverly, Ky. His bus left at 10:00 P.M. so we had some
time on our hands.
We hung around the bus station for a while and ate a hamburger at the White
Castle hamburg shop near the bus station. I had eaten there when I had lived
with Galena. It was located near Broadway and Sixth Sts. I loved those
hamburgers and I thought I would treat myself to a couple since it had been a
long time since I had one. We bummed around on Broadway watching all of the
people and Soldiers scurring around as it was Saturday night, There was a lot of
activity going on. We were enjoying the activity and feeling free as a civilian
again. We still had to salute officers as we were still in uniform. We stood out
a bit as we were wearing our Ruptured Duck and a lot of gold colored hash marks
on our left sleeve. Also the Combat Infantry Badge and our ribbons proudly
displayed on our chest. We were feeling pretty good.
We decided to take in a movie and seen The Postman Always Rings Twice. Soon my
buddy left on his bus and I had another hour to kill. Soon I was on my way to
Lexington. I had to stand up in the aisle and had given my seat to a Lady with a
child. I was used to not living with modern conveniences and it didn't matter.
We reached Lexington and I transferred to a bus for Richmond. Things was
starting to look familiar as we got to Clays Ferry where I had worked for Mr.
Hatton. I could see the poles that we had set and the lines we had built and
soon we were in Richmond. From here I would board the Black Bros. bus and go
home with a stop in Irvine. I bought a ticket for Irvine as they didn't have a
place called Millers Creek on their ticket schedule.
My duffle bag hadn't made the bus for Lexington and was still in Louisville, but
I had my hand bag with a change of clothes so it didn't matter much. The Driver
said it would be forwarded to me so I didn't worry. It was early in the morning
and I would get home about 7:00 AM. I got off the bus and walked down the steps
to the house and Etta Clay was on the front porch to greet me. Ma was sitting in
the back of the house and I went back to greet her also.Her arithitis had gotten
worse and she wasn't getting around very well. Etta Clays friend from High
school had come to visit her for the weekend and was there. Her name was Louise
Harris and they were good High School friends.
Dad was over at Bryan Samples store on this early Sunday morning and he had seen
the bus stop and me walk down the steps in my tan Uniform so he set out for
home. I walked up to the road and sure enough he was coming across the fill we
called the Samples crossing. Soon he was at the house and I went out on the
front porch to greet him. Dad was not a very emotional man, But he grabbed me
and hugged me and he started to cry. He said, Son, I never thought I would see
you again. We sat on the front porch and visited.
Later in the day Tom Howell passed by and when he came back he stopped and I
went up to the road to greet him. He had a girl with him and asked me if I
wanted to go for a ride. I declined as I had just gotten home and wanted to be
with my parents and sister. He was driving a Black1934 Ford sedan with the doors
opening toward the front. We would get together the next day Monday.