Many World War II exploits took place away from the spotlight. Raymond Miller brings his gift to the story of Service and Duty. How he chose to leave Purdue University, ROTC, a basketball team and parents behind to help bring a dictator to heel as co-pilot of a B-17G Flying Fortress Bomber. On Raymonds second combat mission he nearly lost his life from a piece of shrapnel to the throat and shattered breast bone. After surgery and rehab he resumed to co-pilot twenty more combat missions encountering the best the Germans could throw against them. Theyd leave out to fly a mission over hostile territory not knowing when they might be hit or knowing if they would return. There were flights where the crews gulp to alleviate fear, for they felt there were no havens of security in an Allied victory that at times seemed importable. Raymond Miller feels honored to have been able to serve his country. Raymonds story gives a compelling glimpse of three brothers value that characterized their early years and their United States Army Air Corps years of dedication. Raymond says, I feel blessed for God has been good to me.
The war memories for each were not easy to tell or write, for some had repressed them long ago. We have been able to live the American Dream through dedicated soldiers as the 250th Field Artillerymen. They spent many nights together away from home with ties that would bind them together that has never loosened over the years. Their stories are inspiring ones of faith, courage, patriotism and some told with humor, which helped to put their experience into perspective - somewhat! During this time, our people here at home were doing their part in everyway they could. Everyone listened to the radio for further news. The good news finally came - from "Day of Infamy" to "VE-VJ Day!" As a light weight 105mm howitzer battalion they would become known for their firing power. They made history and are leaving a legacy to be most proud. They proved they still can answer to the call of duty. I am proud to say, never once did I not enjoy my work with each of these men. Let's just say - we have a deeper friendship than when we began this project together. I became their ears and wrote the word for many of them. I scribbled making notes as they talked and then, when hunched over my keyboard to translate from them working into the early morning hours. I pray I conveyed each story as each of them would have. As I wrote, I got the sense what the American flag meant to each - it symbolized a Tradition of Caring. I wrote with a lump in my throat and a tear in my eyes and, yes, a little snicker.
Even now, nineteen years after my son's injury, I feel my praying for a miracle was answered. Dan's faith in believing has been astounding. The insight of his spiritual belief, I realize, was based from his youth. Dan was a happy child. He sets goals early on; his bravery has been so inspiring, for he had many crosses to bear when his life was changed dramatically. Instead of his family assuring him, it was him who assured us that God had a purpose. He transformed what he believed by proving his confidence in doing and by a living faith. It easily could have been farewell to farming, but he proved to himself and to others he could fulfill his long-time dream of farming. He looked to the bright side with "I can" instead of "I can't," by staying true to his vision and keeping focus on tomorrow and moving toward larger visions. I, myself, had to learn all over to what one would say, letting go. There was not an hour in twenty-four I didn't worry. By mere osmosis, I absorb the craft of letting Dan have an open road just as I did in his young youth. He proved paralysis is a choice and that what ifs are a waste of time.
Colonel Harry G. Canham made unfathomable sacrifices, spending over three decades away from the comfort of home on dangerous missions to protect and defend America. He knows about military preparedness, global strategy, and combined operations in the coalition war against fascism waged in air over several diverse theaters of operations. He displayed physical courage, flying top secret weapon and combat missions, aiding in paving the way for peace. Colonel Canham served during World War II, Korea, Resrves, NATO Operations, and Vietnam as pilot, director, and commander and flew twenty-two thousand hours night missions. During Colonel Canhams thirty-two years of service, he earned numerous medals and decorations, but his main objective was all about victory. He didnt court attention and never flinched from an assignment. The chronological air force tree branches he had built were records that represented the spirit and ideals of the heart of a young Illinois boy making a decision in 1942. For Colonel Canham, he made it home, but not unscratched. After he recovered from a serious Vietnam injury, it never entered his mind to quit and continued to fly eighty-six more missions. Harrys military journey is unique of a modest pilot who wished not to tell of his accomplishments but just a pilot doing his duty.
Irvins story captures a penetrating and epic look at a young Texas boy, whose young years were spent on a small farm near Bradshaw, Texas. In a defining decision, he struck out for California in search of a better life. The unsettled abusive home environment seems to have guided Walter away from home. Walter was gifted with an inspiring minda person with potential to be. His mother, knowing his difficult stormy life, wanted better for her son and signed for him to enlist in the military. Walters diary helps to put a face on the World War I Battle at Sea and life of a Pharmacist Mate. He served six years and nine months in the navy, sailing with the fair winds of the sea aboard the USS Saranac. During World War I, Walter served on the Saranac during a dangerous mission that kept all ship crew alert on the United States Mine-Squadron One, North Sea, in fog and bad weather, a task never before done in the world. Walters enlistment and subsquent struggle will fill one with awe of a young man with a passion of proficiency with a deep love of sports.
Cove Harbor was a hotbed of all that Granny lamented. Even the locals defined their little enclave as a small town heat wave. Cove Harbor was at least as hot as Miss. Lillians description of Jamie. All the fans in Georgia could not cool Cove Harbor off - not the fans, not the housewives, not the whores, not the saints, not the whites, not the Blacks: Cove Harbor was hot! Bowmans Quarters was a laboratory for Granny Cauldron. She stood up and pulled back the hand made curtains. Peeking through the window out over the circular porch that provided a panoramic view of Bowmans Quarters, she felt the pulling and tugging of her emotions as she assessed the plight of her people in Bowmans Quarters against the tales of a people out of Africa, as told by her father. It was clear that Mr. Bowman had no claim on the Whelan family, but he seemed to have his way with some of the females on his place Mr. Bowman darted from the house trying desperately to fasten his pants. Mr. Hoos entered the house just as his wife emerged from the bedroom, clothes awry. In my own house, he muttered in a stupor. Is there nothing sacred for us colored? Passing Hazel Maes bedroom window while paying a visit to her friend Joan one evening, Mamie heard a noise. She took the noises emanating from inside the window for distress signals. As Mamie nervously approached the window and peeked in, there was Hazel Mae, buck naked, writhing as if she was in pain. She was involved in some serious lovemaking with someone whose identity Mamie could not discern at the moment. Peering out into the ocean from the infamous Door of no Return the twins wept as they held each other close.
Irvins story captures a penetrating and epic look at a young Texas boy, whose young years were spent on a small farm near Bradshaw, Texas. In a defining decision, he struck out for California in search of a better life. The unsettled abusive home environment seems to have guided Walter away from home. Walter was gifted with an inspiring minda person with potential to be. His mother, knowing his difficult stormy life, wanted better for her son and signed for him to enlist in the military. Walters diary helps to put a face on the World War I Battle at Sea and life of a Pharmacist Mate. He served six years and nine months in the navy, sailing with the fair winds of the sea aboard the USS Saranac. During World War I, Walter served on the Saranac during a dangerous mission that kept all ship crew alert on the United States Mine-Squadron One, North Sea, in fog and bad weather, a task never before done in the world. Walters enlistment and subsquent struggle will fill one with awe of a young man with a passion of proficiency with a deep love of sports.
The war memories for each were not easy to tell or write, for some had repressed them long ago. We have been able to live the American Dream through dedicated soldiers as the 250th Field Artillerymen. They spent many nights together away from home with ties that would bind them together that has never loosened over the years. Their stories are inspiring ones of faith, courage, patriotism and some told with humor, which helped to put their experience into perspective - somewhat! During this time, our people here at home were doing their part in everyway they could. Everyone listened to the radio for further news. The good news finally came - from "Day of Infamy" to "VE-VJ Day!" As a light weight 105mm howitzer battalion they would become known for their firing power. They made history and are leaving a legacy to be most proud. They proved they still can answer to the call of duty. I am proud to say, never once did I not enjoy my work with each of these men. Let's just say - we have a deeper friendship than when we began this project together. I became their ears and wrote the word for many of them. I scribbled making notes as they talked and then, when hunched over my keyboard to translate from them working into the early morning hours. I pray I conveyed each story as each of them would have. As I wrote, I got the sense what the American flag meant to each - it symbolized a Tradition of Caring. I wrote with a lump in my throat and a tear in my eyes and, yes, a little snicker.
Colonel Harry G. Canham made unfathomable sacrifices, spending over three decades away from the comfort of home on dangerous missions to protect and defend America. He knows about military preparedness, global strategy, and combined operations in the coalition war against fascism waged in air over several diverse theaters of operations. He displayed physical courage, flying top secret weapon and combat missions, aiding in paving the way for peace. Colonel Canham served during World War II, Korea, Resrves, NATO Operations, and Vietnam as pilot, director, and commander and flew twenty-two thousand hours night missions. During Colonel Canhams thirty-two years of service, he earned numerous medals and decorations, but his main objective was all about victory. He didnt court attention and never flinched from an assignment. The chronological air force tree branches he had built were records that represented the spirit and ideals of the heart of a young Illinois boy making a decision in 1942. For Colonel Canham, he made it home, but not unscratched. After he recovered from a serious Vietnam injury, it never entered his mind to quit and continued to fly eighty-six more missions. Harrys military journey is unique of a modest pilot who wished not to tell of his accomplishments but just a pilot doing his duty.
Many World War II exploits took place away from the spotlight. Raymond Miller brings his gift to the story of Service and Duty. How he chose to leave Purdue University, ROTC, a basketball team and parents behind to help bring a dictator to heel as co-pilot of a B-17G Flying Fortress Bomber. On Raymonds second combat mission he nearly lost his life from a piece of shrapnel to the throat and shattered breast bone. After surgery and rehab he resumed to co-pilot twenty more combat missions encountering the best the Germans could throw against them. Theyd leave out to fly a mission over hostile territory not knowing when they might be hit or knowing if they would return. There were flights where the crews gulp to alleviate fear, for they felt there were no havens of security in an Allied victory that at times seemed importable. Raymond Miller feels honored to have been able to serve his country. Raymonds story gives a compelling glimpse of three brothers value that characterized their early years and their United States Army Air Corps years of dedication. Raymond says, I feel blessed for God has been good to me.
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