I am alone it
is November 8th 10 P.M. 1978
I got home Christmas Eve 1945. Christmas Day Edmund Byrd, Melvin
Crosby, and some more boys went hunting. When the guns went to
popping it brought back to my mind my friends that was gone on
during the war. I gave my gun to Crosby and brought his 22 rifle
home. We was at the Fox Shack.
November 14, 1942 was
the date that I went into the Army. It was Christmas Eve 1945
when I got out and came home.
Today, November 14, 1978
I went to my ole stomping
grounds, up in Sweetwater Community and Crackers Neck but there
wasn't anything that looked the same anymore. Everet Boleware
and I went.
I am alone it
is November 25, 1978
I went into the Masonite
Woods near Clide and Sumrall on the 23rd where the boys were deer
hunting. It was Thanksgiving Day. I went over near Moselle, where
we used to Fox hunt but it ain't the same place any more.
Wednesday November 29th , 1978
I am by myself
and just thinking of my ole combat days. It is raining and cold
tonight. On July 15, 1944 that night William S. White from Florida
was killed in the hole with me and William B. Carter from Collins
Mississippi. I got my helmet shot off my head but wasn't hurt
all that much. I remember the moon was bright as day. I had
never been so scared in all my life. The next day John Billington
and I took over as Head Scouts. John and I had some rough days
ahead of us. We were now in the lead of our Company.
On the morning of July 22 they hit us early and my buddy (John)
was crippled. John was held back. I'm by myself to lead in
the jungles. Robinson from Laurel Mississippi, Carl Brewer from
Richton Mississippi, and Carl Allen from North Mississippi was
all wounded. I was lucky I wasn't killed myself. But I worked
my way through but with John out it's just like my right arm
I found out John Billington
was killed June 2, 1945. John Billington was my right hand man
and best friend during the war and combat. He was killed just
before the war was over. I was crippled and in the hospital. He
was killed the last time they went out on the front lines. We
made a pledge that me or him would die before we left the other
one wounded in the jungles but if one of us was killed the other
one would get out if possible. John B. was killed June 2, 1945
just before the war was over.
Raining and cold December
2, 1978 Saturday night 10 PM
I went into the hospital
seven weeks. Then I went back to my old outfit Company I. I got
out of the hospital the day John was killed. The next day I started
back on the front lines. We got about 4 miles up in the jungle
to a Field Hospital and met Lt. Black. He told me, We lost
your Buddy. So the next morning they sent me back to the
Co. I got out to ACO in the jungles at 4 P.M. The boys said they
had pork chops for supper. I dried my clothes and ate supper.
At 8 P.M. I still had 2 miles to go to my Co. So I judged my way
through the jungles. At 11 P.M. I reached my Co. The next morning
I went back in the hospital. When I got out the war was about
November 30th. 1978
Me and Edward Bullock
went to the Byrd Cemetery.
December 2, 1978
We went to Columbia Mississippi
and bought a tombstone for my brother Sim Bullock. It reminded
of my dad. February 1944 when dad died, I was at the POE at Camp
Patrick Henry Virginia ready to go overseas. They let me go home
for the funeral. Thursday Night, February 10, 1944 at 10 P.M.
I caught the train at Southern Depot. When I got back to Virginia,
where I left my Company, I could see the boys footprints in the
snow. They had departed the day I left home. I was transferred
to M Company. I was supposed to be with them three weeks and go
overseas with M Company. I got to Camp at 4 P.M. Saturday. I found
out that K Company was leaving at 4 A.M. the next morning. I took
the place of a sick man. He stayed with M Company and I left with
K Company. We left Newport News Virginia Sunday the 13th. of February.
We got in New Guinea around April 15th. When we got there that
night, I ate supper with the boys and started finding my way to
my Company. I came upon a bunch of Filipino Shacks, there were
4 oxen in a lot. One was yellow and one
Actual picture of his daddy, him and his brother with
those oxen pulling a cart loaded with bales of cotton.
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was red just like my
dad had when I was a kid boy. I looked at them and you'll never
know how I felt and where my mind was. I was shaking and set off
in a different way and moved on to my company.
Raining and Cold tonight
Monday December 4, 1978
We made a beach head
at Mindanao in the Philippines. The boat failed to get us to the
beach. Me and my pal hit the water before we got to the beach
it got over our heads and he couldn't swim. I dragged him out.
We were going to take Malbla a small town. Before we got there
me and John was crossing a river bridge. When we got over the
water the Japs blew up the bridge on their side. You talk about
moving on, we got back. When we got into town they had all moved
out. And we sure was lucky they were all gone.
If these notes are kept
and handed down some day it'll be good to read, for it is a true
story wrote by a man who has been there and been in it.
Me and my pal (John Billington),
had been led in the very worst of places lots of times not knowing
who???? us or them? It really is bad either way. John, me or the
Japs but as a general rule some one would lose his life and gone
for good. When we overtook the Japs we was out there and we stayed
until it was over. We were like a strike dog in a Fox Race when
we got the battle going. We would be under fire from both sides
until the battle was over.
I was just remembering
about the river bridge blowing up with us. When we all got across
the river, before we got to the little town, they told me and
John, Try not to hurt any Filipino and don't let any
Jap women or kids get near you for they will hug you up and blow
you and them up. Before me and John got into town upon
on the hill off the road there was a large group of Filipino coming
running to us. We didn't know for sure whether they are Japs or
Filipino, but one old man was saying, Glory, Glory. He was old
and gray but he could still run. So they got to where John and
I were and I've never been hugged so in my life before. They was
glad to see the GI's come to take over and move the Japs out.
I can't see how any man came out of there alive.
December 8th 10 P.M.
Turning Cold 1978
Me and my pal, John was
going through the New Guinea Jungle. When we came to a branch
(creek) with steep banks. I was to keep John covered until he
got on the other side. So when he got in the branch the Japs got
to shooting him and I couldn't see them. He crawled down the branch
(creek) and got out on my side off from me. He threw mud balls
at them and they shot at John but he was in a low place and I
saw them. There was a machine gun and a bunch of riffles right
in our face on the other side of the branch. It was a sad time
but we got through and moved on our way. Before we got out there
was one rifle shooting at us from a tree on the trail. The shooter
was up on a slant from us. We got the other boys to put a helmet
on a stick and put it across the trail so he shot the helmet thinking
it was a man. They kept the shooters mind on them. I went one
way, John the other way. So the first thing the little man knew
we had our guns in his back. He'd put a hole in the root of a
large tree, and was shooting at us through the hole. Before I
got to him I saw 2 more asleep in a hole. We got the one from
behind the tree. We got the others too. They was funny looking
Me and John Billington
put our lives up lots of times. How any of us got out of combat
alive I'll never know. We went July 12, 1944. They killed John
June 2nd 1945.
John was a good man.
I think he was as good of a soldier that's ever been.
note: This is not an easy read! Emphasis mine