Tuesday, November 11, 2008

A Veteran's Day Tribute

My Dad, James William Taylor, Jr., was a man of few words. When you’d ask him a direct question you’d rarely get a full answer. Towards the end of his life he spent a day mentioning 1943. I don't know why. He really didn’t want to talk about it. Like so many of his generation, Dad enlisted in the United States Army during World War II. From October 22, 1942 to February 5, 1946 he served his country as a member of Company D of the 389th Infantry regiment as a Heavy Machine Gunner. He spent 18 months in Hawaii and several more in Japan. As kids we heard about the geishas of Japan and the pineapples of Hawaii, but never anything about his military service. He died on September 21, 2007. I've inherited several photos of men in military uniform and a few of some Japanese citizens he befriended. It's an ironic twist to my work as The Photo Detective. All the pictures are unidentified. I didn't know they existed until after he died. Now I'm trying to piece together the life he didn't want to discuss. In a very personal Veteran's Day column I thought I'd feature two of the images of these men in uniform. If you know who the unidentified fellows are please email me at mtaylor@taylorandstrong.com. My Dad is in the center of this image. On the left is "Uncle Teddy" Hunt who lived in New Bedford after the war. He was no relation, just my Dad's best friend from the service. I don't know the name of the man on the right or where this was taken. Teddy Hunt died when I was just a kid. I'm not sure of his exact first name. Just another mystery to solve! These three men are unidentified. Anyone want to comment on the significance of the animal heads!

6 comments:

Holly Timm said...

Those definitely look like goats. My dad was a Marine on various islands in the Pacific during WWII and told stories about the goats nearly over running the place, jumping on tents and other annoyances.

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Jim said...

Maureen, I'm sorry that you lost your dad last year. I just saw your note on my blog tonight.

I'll copy these photos to show my dad next time I go visit, and will let you know if he can add anything. He was in Co. L.

Bill Roney said...

Maureen,

In doing research on my Grandfather (2nd Bn 389th), my Uncle relayed this story as it relates to goats heads:

I recall one of the few stories Dad told about his Saipan experience related to goats heads. Dug in, with the threat of Japanese infiltrators, they had wire and cans strung. They had orders stay quite, no talking, no nothing. It was pitch black and Dad sees this object stick its head into his trench. For some reason Dad keep a machete, which we had for years with the US Army sheath, but I don't know where it is today. When this object stuck its head into the trench he just chopped it off, and yes it belong to a goat. The goat's body proceed to fall into the trench and remaind there all night.

(please snip: wroney@roneymis.com)

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