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The HISTORY CRIER
August 2003 |
Continuing a
Proud Tradition in Reporting Since 1941
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83rd Division - 92nd Division - 106th Division - Wakeman General
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An Old Soldier
Returns to Duty During
both World War II and the Korean War, the two hastily built military
bases of Atterbury Army Air Field and Camp Atterbury did their parts
to secure the Blessings of Freedom for all Americans and the Citizens
of the World.
Atterbury Army Air Field, originally
constructed in 1942 as a base for fighters to protect sprawling Camp
Atterbury from enemy air attack, was instead converted to glider
training, bomber training and troop transport.
Camp Atterbury, also built in 1942,
trained thousands of men and women for duty in units around the world.
Included among the hundreds of units, were the 83rd, 30th, 92nd and
106th Infantry Divisions, all famous in their own rights and each with
a story to tell of bravery and self-sacrifice. During the Korean
War period the 28th and 31st Infantry Divisions trained here.
Also
at Camp Atterbury was Wakeman General Hospital, one of the largest
convalescent hospitals in the nation. Known world-wide for the
innovative plastic surgery procedures devised and performed by Colonel
Truman Blocker.
Closed down at the end of World War
II, the hospital sat idle until the outbreak of the Korean War.
Reopened merely as the U. S. Army Hospital, they began receiving
wounded soldiers from the Korean battlefields.
Flown first to U. S. soil, the
wounded were transferred to C-47 planes and flown into Atterbury Army
Air Field, by then re-named Atterbury Air Force Base.
The 57-building U. S. Army
Hospital at Camp Atterbury. During WW2, known as Wakeman
General Hospital and Wakeman Convalescent. Each two-story
building was connected by two-story heated passageways.
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Off-loading
Korean War wounded from a C-47 at Atterbury AFB, enroute to the
U. S. Army Hospital at Camp Atterbury. |
Colonel Truman Blocker
Chief of Plastic Surgery. The Texas University Medical
Building is named in his honor. |
The patients were unloaded from the
planes and loaded into ambulances and litter carriers for transport up
U. S. 31 to the Camp Atterbury hospital, a distance of about 20 miles.
During this time period the
government experimented with different vehicles trying to find the
most efficient for patient transport.
In
the early 1950's, one thousand Willys Overland Jeep Station Wagons, a popular
civilian family car, and the first true SUV, were purchased, outfitted in olive-drab paint and
distributed to various Army hospitals for testing as litter-carriers.
Willys
Overland Jeep Station Wagon.
The first True SUV and all-metal station wagon. |
Patient and
Nurse arrangement inside the converted Civilian Jeep Station
Wagons. Room for two litters on the right side and a seat
for the Nurse on the left. |
One such Jeep, serial number 36620
ended up at Camp Atterbury. Almost daily, the Jeep, now fitted
with room for two litters and a nurse's seat, made the trip between
the landing apron at Atterbury Air Force Base and the hospital at Camp
Atterbury, faithfully carrying wounded Heroes to treatment.
After the war came to a close, the
hospital, along with Camp Atterbury was closed down for the second
time. Men, women, and equipment were transferred to other bases
and a few items sold to the general public. Included in that
sale in 1954, was the original 1951 Willys Overland Jeep Litter
Carrier.
Bought by a local farmer and used for
farm duties for years, it eventually came to rest behind the barn,
sitting in weeds less than 5 miles from the site of its former glory.
Discovered only when the farmer decided to bush-hog the weeds, the
Jeep finally came back to the light of day.
Sitting with four flat tires, the
roof riddled with rust holes, and remnants of a former raccoon family
living under the hood, the Jeep bore little resemblance to it's former
life. But $250 later, a tow home, new battery and a can of
gasoline poured into the carburetor, 'Willy' came to life once again,
the big straight-six engine coughing but settling down to run just as
it did some fifty-two years ago in service to it's country.
Muscle-aching
sanding, some metal replacement and a can of bondo later, 'Willy'
began the slow climb back to respectability. Painted in the
original Korean War era military colors of Olive-Drab semi-gloss and
flat black and out-fitted with all the appropriate Red Crosses and
markings, 'Willy' is a tribute to the many service men and women
wounded while fighting in a war they never asked for, but fighting to
defend America and the freedom of the world, just the same.
1951 Willys
Overland Jeep Station Wagon converted by the military into a
two-patient Litter Carrier. |
Markings for the 388th Evac Hospital, a WW2
unit stationed at Camp Atterbury. Read more about them at
www.indianamilitary.org |
I choose to mark 'Willy' as belonging
to the 388th Evac Hospital, which was really a WW2 unit at Wakeman.
My reasoning was that I had a lot of information about the 388th and
knew several members of that unit. Information on the hospital
units during the Korean War is much harder to find. In
appreciation, 'Willy' was asked to join the 388th Evac's reunion
earlier this year, but Canada was just a little too far to drive.
Equipped with three-on-the-floor,
four-wheel selector and High/Low range, the floorboard bristles with
gear levers. Outfitted with the original 5.35 running gears, it
is capable of a blazing 40 miles per hour if you can stand the whine.
Called a rock-climber due to the gearing, it can climb up and over
most obstacles.
Attached to the dash are the original
U. S. Government data plates.
Government Data Plates on
'Willy's' glovebox door. |
Odometer shows 52,000 miles |
Taking a well-deserved rest. |
See
'Willy' on display at the Annual Re-dedication of Memorials at Camp
Atterbury, this Saturday, August 2nd |
Tales of an Old Jeep
In
the years after World War II, thousands of ex-military Willys MB's
and Ford GPW's were sold as surplus all over the world. Today, most
of them have been scrapped, but a precious few of them have stayed
with us as a piece of history. This is the story of one of them...
The
old Jeep was tired, and its battered body looked particularly
haggard in the autumn light. Today was its fiftieth birthday, and
more than ever, he felt the weight of a lifetime of service on his
sagging springs. As usual, he took it all in stride, always managing
to do the work demanded of him, but on days like this, when the
weather was cold and his latest owner favored the new Dodge Ram,
leaving the Jeep in the musty, decrepit barn, old memories would
creep up to him, beckoning, reminding him of better days...
He
recalled the bright autumn morning when his crate was sealed and
stowed in the hull of a Liberty ship for the long trip to North
Africa. He remembered being assembled at a makeshift outdoor garage,
the glaring sun of Tunisia warming his new canvas seats. For two
long years, he served proudly with an infantry division, and he had
been hit several times in the course of the war. Sometimes, when the
weather was unusually cold, he felt a dull ache on his quarter
panel, where the many coats of paint had never managed to conceal
the dent left by a ricocheting .50 caliber slug.
Fifty
years of work had dulled, but never erased, the smell of battle from
his body, the lingering mix of sweat, gunpowder, blood and most of
all, fear. Twice he had his driver shot out from over him, leaving
him stranded, helpless, in the midst of a raging battle; but always
another young man would jump on him and drive him to safety. Time
had blurred the faces of most of his comrades in arms, but he could
still hear Jonesy, a young soldier who gripped the wheel too
tightly, talking softly to him, begging him not to give up, to hold
the last drop of water in a ruptured radiator as they made their way
around enemy lines during a German counterattack somewhere in
Belgium.
The
Jeep remembered proudly the day he was driven through the streets of
a liberated Paris, with Old Glory flying triumphantly on his back.
He could still hear the cheers and smell the grateful tears and
flowers that were dropped on him that day. How happy his young
soldiers had been that day, gaping at the Eiffel Tower and stealing
kisses from the French girls who followed them everywhere.
After
the war, he had ended up in Belgium, stripped of his machine gun and
radios and sold to a young farmer who used him to pull a tiller. His
young wife told her husband that the Jeep's olive drab color
reminded her of the war, so he received the first of his many
civilian paint jobs, this one bright red. For many years, he saw the
Flemish soil yield its plentiful harvest and the farmer's sons grow
tall and strong. One of them, the youngest, would drive him often,
and after his father's death he had taken him to the city. From it
the old Jeep remembered the lights, the cacophony of noises that
never stopped, and the dozens of pigeons who would irreverently
cover his hood with droppings.
The
Jeep remained in the city for years, driven infrequently, until the
day he heard the old Englishman's voice for the first time. "That's
exactly what I've been looking for, lad!", he heard, and his starter
motor struggled to fire the engine. "This Jeep and I are going
around the world!". Two weeks later, his engine completely
overhauled and all of his fluids changed, he rumbled happily on
brand new tires. He also sported a brand new paint job, bright blue,
with a small Union Jack where the radio mount used to be.
What
followed was the best six years of his life. The old Englishman, a
country noble with a flair for adventure, drove him across Europe,
to India, to Africa, to Australia, and then to Canada. The passage
of time had inexorably frayed the memories of the trip, but the Jeep
could recall a thousand tanks of gas, set after set of new tires,
and the occasional spare part that kept him in shape. They had fled
from bandits in eastern turkey, driven over bombed train tracks in
the Punjab, crossed the dry plains of the Serengeti and the frozen
tundra of northern Canada, endured scorching heat, monsoon rains,
and storms of sand. Finally, their trip had taken them to Vancouver,
where the old Englishman learned that his brother had passed away
and his estates in Britain had to be settled. With misty eyes, the
old gentleman sold the Jeep to a dealer, and the two traveling
companions parted ways forever.
Twelve
years and three owners later, all of who had purchased the Jeep for
its low price and abused him mercilessly, he was exchanged for
service to his current owner, a carpenter in Montana. Now he was
driven only a few times a year, usually in the summer, and his paint
was so faded that one could barely see the Union Jack on his left
side. The passenger seat was long gone, as was the spare tire and
the glass panels on the windshield, and his only companion was an
ancient Marmon-Herrington pickup truck whose bed had been claimed by
rust and his mood fouled by years of neglect.
"It's
back here, in the barn" the loud voice said, snapping the old Jeep
back from his memories. His owner was walking up to the barn,
talking to a tall, distinguished looking old man with silver hair.
"I have been looking for one of these for quite a while now," the
new voice said, "I want to restore it to its original condition."
There was something soothing about the old gentleman's voice that
made the Jeep hopeful, and he wished it wasn't the pickup truck they
were talking about. "There it is," said his owner, "Behind the old
pickup." The old man placed his hand gingerly on the old jeep's
faded hood, mesmerized. "One of these saved my life once, back in
the war," he said quietly, "...been in love with them ever since,
but I never had the time to restore one until now that I've
retired." There was something oddly familiar about that melancholic
voice, but the old Jeep could not place it. "It's in better shape
than I thought it would be...how much do you want for it?" said the
old man, walking slowly around him and peering curiously underneath.
"Why don't we talk about it inside, over a cup of coffee? It's cold
out here", said his owner, and the two men walked away.
A
half hour later, his owner started him up, and the old engine shook
and backfired its disagreement. Slowly, he was driven up onto a
trailer hitched to a big Suburban. The old man pulled some ratchet
straps out of the back of the truck and began securing him to the
trailer. The old Jeep couldn't believe it when a brand new tarp was
placed over him and tied firmly in place, muffling the sound of the
voices around him. "Grandpa, when you're done fixing it, can I ride
in it with you?" He heard a young girl say; nobody had shown this
excitement about him in decades, and it made the old Jeep feel good.
Just like those young soldiers so many years ago, here was someone
who really appreciated him. "Well, it was a pleasure doing business
with you", his old owner said, "I hope you enjoy your Jeep, Mr.
Jones."
"Just call me Jonesy --- everyone does.........."
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August 1943
Cpl Francis Thomas,
of Headquarters Section, 3561st Service Unit, WAAC, receives a Letter
of Commendation for her efforts in saving a drowning soldier while she
was on furlough in New York.
Post Commander,
Col Modisette shows 1st Officer Elizabeth A. Wilburn, new commander of
the 3561st Service Unit, WAAC, around Camp Atterbury.
Shelbyville Bus
Adds New Saturday "Run". An additional Saturday "run" is
available for soldiers using bus service to Shelbyville. While
the balance of the bus schedule remains the same, the extra trips have
been added in time to provide more transportation to the Shelby County
Fair in Shelbyville, which starts Sunday. The new schedule goes
into effect tomorrow, leaving Camp Atterbury at 1645 and arriving in
Shelbyville at 1745. Other Saturday trips leave camp at 0900,
1200, 2145 and 0100.
Post Guests Include
2-Man Jap Sub and Sailor Who Helped Capture It. This suicide
attack submarine was the first trophy of war with Japan, being
captured at Pearl Harbor during the attack on December 7, 1941. The
submarine stopped at Camp Atterbury for a new paint job at the
Ordnance Shop. The story of the capture is best told by Bernard
Cook, machinist's mate second class on the U. S. Navy destroyer the
USS Phelps, and now a patient in the Atterbury Post Hospital.
Receiving word from the Army Air Force that the sub had been sighted,
the destroyer proceeded to the location and dropped depth charges
while U. S. planes continued bombing runs. The sub was forced to
the surface where one member of the crew was captured by U. S.
Marines. The other crew member is presumed to have drowned.
According to Cook, one side of the conning tower was caved in by the
force of the depth charges and had to be re-built before being sent on
tour. Cook's hometown is Columbus, Indiana and he became ill
while visiting his family. The sub is sixty-one feet long and
six feet in diameter.
As submarines go, this Jap boat is
a small one. But the coning tower was just high enough to
make it impossible to get past the door when the submarine was
brought to the Ordnance Shops here for a re-paint job. |
A Tribute to America
-- The captured sub paid tribute to the United States, in a
back-handed manner. American scrap steel was molded into its
hull. American batteries were used to power it.
American-made valves and switches controlled its navigation and firing
power. American-made two-way radios were among the captured
equipment. American-made piping passed throughout its interior.
American-made brass propellers (two of them) - all were used in the
Jap sub. However, it has been most successful in bringing a
message to the American people. Not only has the sight of the
sub made John Q. Public buy more War Bonds and Stamps, it has made him
realize the treachery of the enemy.
Tower Guards.
Guards are on duty atop the high wooden watch-towers all night to
report any blaze before it can gain ground. The fire prevention
routines have been a success as no fires have occurred to slow down
the construction of the more than 2,000 buildings. (Mystery
Solved. One of these Fire Towers appear in the Panoramic photos on the
web site at www.indianamilitary.org Until this article was
found, their use was unknown.)
New Post Hospital
Operating Room Constructed Under Ground. "What's in a hole
?" Answer - A complete operating room underneath the 231st
Station Hospital's Victory Garden. Built entirely of salvaged
material, nothing has been overlooked in the underground chamber.
Everything necessary for major operation under combat conditions is
here. A camouflaged stairway leads down to a doorway just large
enough to pass two litter-bearers and their load. Once inside
they find themselves in a vestibule to the operating room, which acts
as an air lock for protection against gas. The main chamber is
12 square feet in size, and can accommodate four patients resting on
double-decker litter racks on the walls, another on the operating
table and the surgeon and his nurse. Used as a gas shelter, it
will easily hold 30 men.
PX's
15 phones now available 'round-the-clock'. Long distance
telephone calls now can be made at any hour of the day or night from
PX No. 15 at Division and Noble Streets. This service will also
be available at PX's No. 3, 9 and 13 within two weeks. The
deadline of 2130 for placing long distance calls will no longer apply,
since the specially-built-phone room can be entered from outside the
buildings at any hour.
Shown here, are all the
comforts of the "big city" as provided in the new telephone room that
is open 24 hours a day at PX No. 15. T/4 Silas L. Logsdon (left)
relaxes on one of the large comfortable chairs while looking up a
phone number. T/5 William C. Gallatin (center) takes it easy
waiting for his long distance call to come through, and Pfc Stephen
Norwak steps from the booth, having completed his call. All are
members of Quartermaster Section 1560th Service Unit.
The little vehicle at
the left is the quarter-ton "4 by 4" Command and Reconnaissance Car,
while the big vehicle next to tit is just a 'bus". Many other
vehicles of intermediate sizes are available at the Post Motor Pool.
Pvt Vincent Brazytis wipes the windshield of the small vehicle while
Sgt Vernon L. Wallace watches from the cab of the bus. Both are
from QM Section, 1560th SU. |
August 1943 Cigarette Money
will buy a $10,000 G. I. insurance policy.
Code Experts Foil GIs Sending Secrets.
North Africa (CNS) - Military censors are becoming
expert at detecting and decoding enigmatic codes, ciphers and amateur
"secret" messages which soldiers write in their letters to let the
folks back home know where they are stationed. Disclosure of
locations of military units here is strictly taboo but soldiers
writing home have tried ways of informing their families of their
whereabouts. One man tried to spell out "Tunis" by writing five
consecutive letters to his mother and giving her five different middle
initials. Unfortunately the five letters arrives out of
sequence, the initials spelled "Nuts" and the bewildered parents wrote
back taht they could find no such name on their map of North Africa.
Payoff letter was from a soldier who wanted his folks to know he was
stationed in Casablanca. He wrote that for months he had been
singing "As Time Goes By". His mother didn't get it. She
wrote back that she was sending her son some new phonograph records so
that he could find another song to sing for a while.
V-Mail Gets there first - Use it when writing
overseas.
Night flying began this week for
the upper classmen of 43-H. This makes them feel that graduation
is just around the corner. All classes are glad that the Cadet
Area will soon have honest-to-goodness sidewalks instead of puddles of
mud to jump.
Wanta Swim - Play Ball - Go to Freeman's own Beach-on-a-Creek. For
a hot weather haven deluxe we recommend the beach-on-the-creek,
favorite rendezvous of enlisted personnel at the post. Formal
opening of the beach, located about five miles northwest of Seymour on
the White River was held Sunday, with a large crowd on hand to give
the hideaway its initiation of the season. Facilities which the
area offers include picnic groounds, complete with tables and benches,
softball diamond, bathing in a roped-off area with a lifeguard in
attendance and beach chairs. Free transportation to and from the
grounds in Freeman's new busses has been arranged. Those who
plan to return directly to the field following a swim will be
permitted to wear fatigue uniforms. If a stop in Seymour is
contemplated, soldiers must wear the class "A" uniform. Busses
will leave the bus station on the post daily at 0930, 1330 and 1820,
returning at 1130, 1600 and 2030. Present plans call for
enlarging the baseball diamond and construction of bathhouses adjacent
to the bathing area.
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Not at No.1 -- It's the Army, Air Force Curtiss P-40F 'Warhawk",
a low-wing, single-seat fighter powered by an in-line engine.
It has a pointed nose and long fuselage. Leading edges are
straight - trailing edges sweep forward. The tailplane tapers to
rounded tips and is has a single fin and rudder. |
Fire at No. 2 -- It's the Nazi Heinkel He 113, a low-wing,
single-seat fighter powered by an in-line engine. The
fuselage is rounded with a pointed nose. The outer panels
of the wings taper to rounded tips. Both edges of the
large tailplane are tapered and it has a single fin and rudder. |
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August 1953
Division To Get New
Assistant Commander. Brig. General John G. VanHouten will
become assistant division commander of the 28th Infantry Division.
General VanHouten has been commandant of the Rangers Training Center
at Fort Benning, Ga.
New Civilian Mess
Opens August 13. The new civilian mess, located at the
corner of 31st and Milton will open August 13. Free doughnuts
and coffee in the morning, free pie at lunch and gratis cupcakes in
the afternoon will feature the first day in the new location.
Mrs. Cecilia Wood, concessionaire, said this week. Hours of the
new mess will be from 0615 to 1930. The mess is pen to civilian
employees, guests and enlisted personnel.
"Look what my Daddy won," exclaims
three-year-old David Forties as he points to ribbons worn by SFC
Robert Forties, Camp Atterbury's most decorated soldier.
Wings on left were won as a member of the British Airborne
Brigade. |
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content has been previously published during WW2 and the Korean
War.
Editor—James D. West, Veteran, Sgt, Co. B 138th Armor, Co. C
151st Mechanized Infantry, INARNG and MSgt, 71st Special
Operations Squadron, USAFRes.
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