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Memorial Day events planned

By David Hotle | May 22, 2014
The American legion Post 29 honor guard displays several flags during Memorial Day 2013 at Crooked Creek on Old Highway 92. The ceremony is to honor Navy and Marine members who lost their lives in the service of the country. A similar event will be held again this Memorial Day at 8:30 a.m.

In 1868, the first establishment of Decoration Day was approved to honor people who died in defense of their country. In 1971, Congress changed Decoration Day to Memorial Day and declared it would be the last Monday of May. In 2014, veterans groups and citizens in Washington will continue the tradition of honoring the fallen.
American Legion Post 29 commander Wayne Brock said today that all are welcome at the Memorial Day events. He also said that there will be plenty of activity going on during the days leading up to Monday. Again this year, he said, veterans will be selling poppies outside area businesses.
“They are to honor the soldiers who have given their lives in defense of the country,” Brock said. “The sale will benefit veterans causes.”
Residents of the veterans home in Marshalltown make the poppies.
On Friday, he said, members of the American Legion will give a presentation at Halcyon House at 9:30 a.m. and at the U.P. Home at 2:15 p.m. He also said that members would give presentations at the schools.
To set up for Monday’s events, volunteers will place flags on the graves of veterans beginning at 4 p.m. Friday.
The Salute to Memorial Day kicks off Monday at 8 a.m. with a flag raising at the Washington Post Office in the 100 block of North Marion Avenue in Washington. Members of the Boy Scouts of America Troop 242 and American Legion Post No. 29 will conduct the service. The flag will be raised to half-mast.
At 8:30 a.m. the service will continue at the Crooked Creek Bridge on Old Highway 92. A tribute will be held for Navy and Marine soldiers who died in the line of duty. Navy veteran Dale Torpey will give the keynote address during the service. There will also be a firing squad and Taps will be played. Families are welcome to drop flowers into the creek to honor the fallen.
The Memorial service begins at 10 a.m. in Elm Grove Cemetery. Cheyenne (Cuddeback) Miller, author of the book “We Lucky Few” which tells the story of many Washington County veterans, will be the speaker.

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Posted by: Glen Peiffer | May 26, 2014 11:51

Paul  Kengor

Paul Kengor

Every Memorial Day I attend a parade in the little town of Mercer, Pennsylvania. It’s pure Americana: flags, kids, the snow-cone stand, marching bands, local clubs and rotaries, and veterans of wars past processing down the street.
Every year, one exhibit always strikes me: a car with a placard announcing the “Five Bailey Brothers.” The mere name always gives me a good feeling: Bailey. It reminds me of “George Bailey,” played by Jimmy Stewart in “It’s a Wonderful Life.” That movie, of course, has a happy ending—and so does the story of the Bailey brothers.
After years of watching the Bailey car coast by, I finally took the time to track down the last surviving Bailey brother: Richard, or “Dick.” I was pleasantly surprised to learn he happens to live in my town.
Born on Christmas Eve 1922, Dick Bailey was one of five brothers who served in World War II. That’s right, five. You’ve heard of the Ryan brothers in “Saving Private Ryan” and perhaps the Sullivan brothers in the old black-and-white “The Fighting Sullivans.” And you know from these movies that the U.S. military resolved to never again have so many brothers serve in one war. The loss of one is hard enough for a mom and dad. To lose two, three, four, or, incredibly, five … would be staggering, seemingly un-survivable for a parent.
Nonetheless, there they were, all five Bailey boys: Dick, Jim, Fonnie, John, and Fred. Surely, some were protected with a desk job on the home-front? No, all five were dispatched into enemy territory.
“All had combat,” says Dick.
All volunteered for combat after Pearl Harbor, and all faced it—Europe, the Pacific, Northern Africa; by land, by air, by sea.
One of them, Fred, was shot and taken prisoner by the Nazis. “The Germans didn’t treat him well,” said Dick. “Fred said it was horrible…. He was only 110 pounds when he came home.”
Dick was in the Army Air Corps. He and his brother John were in the war the longest. He served on six islands in the Pacific, including the Philippines. In the Schouten Islands, the Japanese bombed almost every night, late at night, typically two hours at a time, throughout Dick’s eight-month stay. “You didn’t sleep very much,” says Dick in his typical understated way.
In all, Dick served continuously from December 1942 until January 1946. And it was truly continuous. “I was never home the whole time until January 1946.”
No time off whatsoever.
I asked Dick about the moment he finally got home. He said it was the winter of 1946, a blustery January day. For weeks, he had travelled from the other side of the earth only to encounter a terrific snow-storm as he neared Western Pennsylvania.
He took the train from Pittsburgh to Grove City. Unbeknownst to Dick, his parents had moved to the nearby little town of Harrisville, just down the road. Because of the weather and other obstacles, Dick arrived very late and ended up consigned to a 24-hour diner, held captive by no transportation and a foot-and-a-half of snow. His parents had no idea he was en route home. Amazingly, they hadn’t heard from him in years, and he hadn’t heard from them—such were the dreadful lines of communication and secrecy. In fact, Dick hadn’t been in touch with his brothers either. For all he knew, they might all be dead.
Dick had no idea of his parents’ address. At the diner, he saw an old buddy, who told him where his parents were living. With this useful new information, Dick made his way home. He showed up at his parents’ house at 5:00 A.M. and knocked. His half-asleep mother scurried to the door and saw her son for the first time in four years. She cried. He cried.
Dick’s parents then informed him of something he was yearning to know: All of his brothers had survived the war. Yes, all five. He was the last one they were waiting to hear from.
“Pretty lucky,” Dick says.
Unfortunately, all of Dick’s brothers now lived elsewhere, two of them newlyweds. His two sisters had also gotten married. In 1942, he had left a happy home of nine people. The war had emptied the Bailey household.
But now, all Bailey boys were “home” regardless; they were alive.
The war had been “quite an experience,” Dick says today. Asked if he would do it over again, he smiles and says, “as long as I came back alive.”
Dick and all his brothers did just that.
How can we honor them today? We can honor them by not destroying the America they were willing to sacrifice everything for.

Posted by: Glen Peiffer | May 22, 2014 18:36
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