Museum of the American Military Family To Publish Korean War Novel
At its March Open House, The Museum of The American Military Family announced the acquisition of the novel, Battle Songs: A Story of the Korean War in Four Movements. Written by Author in Residence Paul Zolbrod, a retired Allegheny College English Professor now living in New Mexico, it will be published by the newly established MAMF Press this spring. It follows four draftees inducted from mining and farming communities in rural Western Pennsylvania to fight in Korea in the early nineteen fifties. There each must each must confront the absurdity of combat within the framework of hisown identity to understand a war that remains unresolved to this day.
Copies are expected to go on sale by early April, with all proceeds slated to help underwrite routine Museum operating expenses. This book comes on the heels of an earlier Museum publication, From the Frontlines to the Home Front, an anthology of reflections of deployment edited by Zolbrod and written by veterans themselves, as well as family members of those who served over a period covering World War II through the campaigns in Afghanistan and Iraq. Copies are being distributed without charge by way of a series of open discussions sponsored by the Museum thanks to a New Mexico Humanities Council grant. Or they will be available directly from the Museum in exchange for a donation.
Plans are underway for another Museum anthology, War Child: Lessons Learned from Growing Up in War, again, with a family perspective in keeping with the Museum’s mission. Those wishing to contribute a story of their own are invited to do so. It should express a child’s point of view but from all perspectives–service members who were still teen-agers when deployed; adults who as children grew up in a war zone; or children who had a parent or sibling serving in war. Submissions can be about the recent campaigns, Vietnam, the Korean War era, World War II, and all conflicts in between. All pieces should be from a child’s perspective and, if applicable, include a reflection or lesson learned from the experience.
The Museum would especially like to include stories from children and young adults whose parents are currently serving. A story can be as long or as short as the writer chooses. Just make it heartfelt, honest, and interesting. We are looking for stories of trial and triumph and loss–stories that illustrate the variety of events that impact on day-to-day family life in war times. Potential writers do not have to consider themselves accomplished writers to participate. Editorial services will be available to sharpen contributions when needed. Stories can be submitted online to email@example.com
The Museum of the American Military family is a non-profit organization with a national outreach headquartered in Tijeras, New Mexico.
Mary Anna (‘Marty’) Martin Wyall – WASP
One benefit of interviewing World War II veterans is the opportunity to develop friendships. My husband and I consider Marty Wyall a friend. Below is a shortened version of her story from my book, WWII Legacies: Stories of Northeast IN Veterans. You can hear Marty speak about her World War II experiences here. She’s still a spunky gal!
Mary Anna (‘Marty’) Martin Wyall of Fort Wayne learned about the WASP program from a magazine ad while studying bacteriology at DePauw University in 1942. The idea of flying intrigued her. “There was a war on and I wanted to help my country,” she said.
Her family was not keen on the idea. “Mother thought it was morally wrong for me to join the WASP,” she said. “She came from the Victorian era. I told her she would have to accept it…
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Battle of Bataan
75th Anniversary Commemoration
at the World War II Memorial
Saturday, January 7, 2017 at 11:30 a.m.
This Saturday, January 7th, the Friends of the National World War II Memorial will host a brief ceremony and wreath presentation at the World War II Memorial’s Pacific Arch in honor of the 120,000 U.S. and Filipino troops who served during the Battle of Bataan and in remembrance of the 10,000 killed and 75,000 imprisoned.
Nearly 75 years ago, forces of the Imperial Japanese Army and Navy invaded Luzon, Philippines along with several islands in the Philippine Archipelago following their surprise military attack on United States military installations on the island of Oahu in Hawaii. General Douglas MacArthur, Commander-in-Chief of all American and Filipino forces in the Philippines, consolidated all Luzon-based units on the Bataan Peninsula to fight against the Japanese invaders as the Bataan peninsula and the island of Corregidor were the only remaining Allied strongholds in the region. Despite a lack of supplies, American and Filipino – many of whom were U.S. Nationals – forces managed to fight the Japanese for three months. As the combined American and Filipino forces made a last stand, the delay cost the Japanese valuable time and prevented immediate victory across the Pacific. On April 9, 1942, the American and Filipino defenders of Bataan surrendered. Soon afterwards, more than 60,000 Filipino and 15,000 American prisoners of war were forced into the infamous Bataan Death March.
If you are a World War II veteran, or know of one, who would like to participate in the Battle of Bataan 75th Anniversary Commemoration at the Memorial, please
EMAIL – Holly Rotondi, Executive Director, Friends of the National World War II Memorial, Inc.
TO RSVP AND FOR MORE INFO SEE
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by Bill Archer
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by Allen D. Olson
When Anthony Rizzo caught the ball that ended the game that gave the Cubs their first National League Championship in 71 years, my thoughts reached back to the evening of October 7, 1945, when my kid brother and I took a bus from rural Indiana to Gary to board a South Shore commuter train to Chicago followed by an “Elevated” train ride to Wrigley Field. I had recently turned fifteen; a day earlier he had reached age thirteen. We were going to watch the Cubs play the Tigers in Game 6 of the World Series, the first World Series after World War II.
We carried a lunch our mother had packed and wallets holding enough cash for train fare, bleacher tickets, and snacks. We were going to spend all night in line for next day’s game at 1:20 p.m. About 7:00 that evening., we found ourselves in the second concentric line around the ball park, amazed to find that not only had the people in the first line been there since the end of that afternoon’s game, some had been hanging around for a couple of days. Nearly everyone was equipped with blankets, pillows, umbrellas, and radios. We were only in street clothes and a light jacket.
Some of the more seasoned fans were kind to us, lending us a blanket to lie on and sharing some of their snacks. A number of them were veterans just back from the War, eager to see some baseball and to tell us that these cement sidewalks beat fox holes for sleeping. We did sleep off and on, at first taking great pains to secure our wallets but gradually came to see that the Cub fans around us were as trustworthy as family. Food and souvenir vendors were on duty all night, but their numbers greatly increased at daybreak.
People in line began to stir around 9:30 a.m. because the box office would open at 10:00.
Somewhat after 10:00 the line began to move. But just before noon, the line dispersed; word was coming along that the seats and standing room were all sold. There would be no more fans admitted, not even two disappointed rural Indiana teenagers.
We had come too far, however, to retreat home. Besides, there was a lot of excitement all around us, so we decided to walk clear around Wrigley Field. On Waveland Avenue, paralleling left field, we saw some tall trees across the street from the wall which was low enough that we thought we could probably see the playing field from the upper branches of one of those trees, not an unrealistic belief to a naïve country boy used to climbing trees. (more…)