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Not sure if 30th soldier but Jan. 12th the 30th was
still in the area.
I think there is a strong possibility that the soldiers
in this photo are of the 2nd Battalion, 119th Inf. Reg. that was working with
the 2nd Armor Division east of Ubach at this time.
The "Golden Rat" on the bridge over the Weser River at Hameln, Germany....of
Pied Piper fame. This rabbit was added in 2005. As story has
it....does it replace one that 'disappeared' on April 7th, 1944?
Crossing of the Roer River, February, 1945.
Yellow arrow on map points to crossing in photo above, I believe. 119th
IR crossing site.
Pillbox near Palenberg.
Possibly 30th men...but great photo of terrain.
Again most probably 30th men.
Brown B. Lynch, 120th, Co. C. Hometown Greensboro, NC. Wounded Aug.
7th, 1944 at Mortain.
Please email if you can identify any of these men.
Pfc. William H. Uhl
Names with the picture:
From left to right:
Frank Towers (120th)
Harold B. Fry (131 AAA gun Btn.)
and Richard Lacey (120th)
OH veterans in Valkenburg 2004
Henry J. (Bud) Gilliam from Hunnewell, KY, commanded a mortar squad.
Wounded in Belgium and rejoined in time for the Battle of the Bulge.
Donald Tucker, 120th Co. K veteran of Mortain, Ardennes and much more.
"Belgium 8/1/45--Engineers of the 30th Infantry Division
remove booby trap from snow covered, abandoned German tank, which was knocked
out beyond Geromont, Belgium. Germans painted white stars on tank to make it
resemble American armor. Left to right: Cpl. Peter A. Piar, Philadelphia, PA;
Lt. John D. Perkins, Alliance, Ohio; and Pfc. Calvin J. Dupre, Houma, LA"
60th Anniversary of the
Liberation of Noorbeek on Sept. 11th, 2004. Photos by John P. O'Hare of
Co. E, 117th.
Dick Jespen with Gerry Gerard and Vincent Heggen.
Dick belonged to 120th IR, Co. D. Dick is standing near a 30 cal water
cooled machine gun like he used. They are visiting Mr. Heggen's museum in
German leaflet picked up by Ray Sturm sometime in late 44 or early 45.
St.Giles, France on July 31st. The 30th and 2nd AD had gone through on
Purple Heart of Pfc. John J. Flaherty, KIA Dec. 24th, 1944, 117th IR from
Suffolk City, MA.
Updated Every Thursday Evening
|“I’m One Of The
Memorial Day Brings Back
Memories For WWII Veteran
By Sherrie Norris
Eighty-seven year old James Shull says Memorial
Day holds a special place in his heart and he
knows that he’s “one of the lucky ones” who made
it back home during World War II, though not
without injury. “I came back in one piece and
that’s more than I can say for a lot of those
Mr. Shull proudly displays his box
of medals that contains his Bronze
Star, The Purple Heart, a Good
Conduct Award and various other
citations and memorabilia from WWII.
Photo by Sherrie Norris
Sgt. James Shull
receives the Bronze Star medal for
heroism in March 1945, presented by
Brigadier General W.K. Harrison.
Memories and medals help piece together
Shull’s experiences in the mid-‘40’s, when as a
young man, he served his country with pride,
though was just 1/16 of an inch from becoming a
statistic who never came home alive. “That’s how
close it was when I was hit in the neck – just
that much more and my main artery would have got
it. The way it was, I was hospitalized for two
months after I got hurt.”
James was one of three local brothers serving in
the military at the same time, leaving behind
their parents on the family farm in Sugar Grove
to grieve for their sons on foreign soil. The
trio eventually came home, but in the meantime,
the Shull family received word of James’
near-fatal injury, and feared for the worst.
His story unfolds from the comfort of his living
room, where his childhood sweetheart and wife of
60 years helps us better understand what he went
through – as he was thousands of miles away, and
she waited patiently, but fearfully, back home
with his parents for his safe return.
Young “Jim” Shull, at the age of twenty-one
volunteered for the Army in 1941 for what he
thought would only be one year of service.
However, just six weeks away from discharge, the
war was heating up and all releases were
“froze,” he recalls.
His journey started out as he left the family
farm for a new experience to honor the country
he loved as well. His parents and future bride
thought little of a one-year absence and
imagined the time would fly by without delay.
Shull was inducted into the army at Ft. Bragg
and finished thirteen weeks of basic training at
Ft. Jackson, SC. He remembers “maneuvers” in
Tennessee, various parts of North and South
Carolina, attending Officer’s Training School,
where he became a MI Rifle Instructor; he was at
Camp Blanding, Fla, and trained in Indiana
before being sent to a staging area in New York
to prepare for over-seas service. “We left New
York on boats and sailed north and across to
England and that’s where we were when they
declared war. We knew the invasion was coming,
but just didn’t know when. On June 6th of ’44,
we knew something was about to happen when
planes just filled the air over us. They took us
to the barbershop to get our hair cut off and
the next thing I knew, we were loaded onto boats
in South Hampton, England and headed for France.
We left one night and got there the next
morning. We landed on Omaha Beach, which was not
where we were supposed to land . . . we should
have gone on farther down where not so much
fighting was goin’ on, but ended up in the worst
place.” Omaha Beach, France was a place Mr.
Shull will never forget . . . “A lot of boys
from our division got killed the very first
morning we were there.”
Twelve days into the battle, Jim Shull himself
was seriously wounded . . . “when a sniper got
me in the neck.” After he was hit, Shull got up
and walked back to the field hospital, “the same
trail I had walked up earlier that morning, but
this time, I didn’t know if I was going to make
it or not. I was losing a lot of blood as I
walked, and my buddies kept trying to bandage me
up as I went . . . other boys were laying dead
all around me.”
Shull was sent back to the 83rd General Hospital
in England for treatment and a two month
recovery; afterward, he returned to his
“outfit,” which by that time, had gone back to
Life as an American soldier returned to normal,
be that as it was. His next combat involvement
was in Belgium at The Battle of the Bulge, where
he fought for three months in weather “25-30
degrees below zero.” There were no barracks, and
no tents to keep the soldiers warm. “We just had
to huddle up together to keep from freezing to
When that battle was over, Shull’s division
“came down from the mountains” and returned to
Germany, where he “played a part” in The Rhyne
Crossing. “We fought our way up to Berlin, but
they stopped us in Magdeburg, Germany and held
us while the Russians came in to take Berlin.”
“It wasn’t long,’ Mr. Shull reflects, ‘until
President Truman decided he didn’t want that war
to go on any longer and had bombs dropped on
Japan . . . the war was practically over by
In the meantime, however, Sgt. Shull received
numerous commendations, including the Bronze
Star with a certificate for heroism. The
citation reads: “Sgt. James D. Shull, Infantry
Regiment, U.S. Army – for heroic achievement in
action on 25 March, 1945 in Germany. While
moving his squad across an open field to attack
enemy dug in positions, Sgt. Shull displayed
outstanding courage by moving under a hail of
enemy fire to encourage and advise his men. He
did not permit the attack to hesitate, but moved
on until the enemy was overrun and fifteen were
taken captive along with two machine guns.” It
was signed by W.K. Harrison, Brigadier General,
U.S. Army Commanding, who personally presented
the award to Shull. Additionally, Shull received
The Purple Heart, a Good Conduct Award, American
Defense Medal, The European Campaign 5-major
battle stars, Combat Infantry Badge, and
currently has those displayed in a special box,
along with one of his dog tags, his Old Hickory
Division Patch, and a WWII pin his daughter
brought him from a visit to Washington, DC.
Shull returned to his homeland in October, 1945.
“I was already in love with Carrie (Edmisten)
and we got married.” The couple moved to
Maryland where Jim worked in an airplane
factory, but began missing home again, so they
headed back to life on the farm. He loved
farming and gardening and also worked at
Trailway Laundry, “for a long time.” They had
one daughter, Betty Dishman, now a retired
educator, who has brought to them much joy
through the years, and two “precious
grandchildren,” Macie and Preston, “who have
kept us young.” Mr. Shull enjoys sports, “I used
to play right much baseball . . . .” and looks
forward each year to gardening. His wife “puts
up” what they raise, in addition to being an
excellent seamstress and quilter who has taught
classes offered at Caldwell Community College.
The couple attends Faith Baptist Church and has
enjoyed the comfort and peacefulness of their
home in the Deerfield community for thirty
With Memorial Day just days away, Mr. Shull, who
recently turned eighty-seven, says he does have
a lot of memories . . . . and compares the war
in which he fought with the one currently in
progress. “I had a reason to go into my war . .
. had it not been for the World War II boys,
this country wouldn’t be what it is today. We
would’ve been under someone else’s rule if we
hadn’t done what we did. I lost a lot of buddies
in my day, but they died for a reason. This Iraq
war should never have been - it’s cost three
trillion dollars, and a lot of soldiers have
been killed for no reason. I didn’t see no need
for it, myself. But, that’s what Memorial Day is
all about - to remember those who died for their
country . . . and that’s what we’ve got to do.”
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