Thursday, November 21, 2013

WWII Hero Jerome Gerald “Gummy” Robinson His Story by his daughterKathleen Robinson-Nikiforov


Jerome Gerald “Gummy” Robinson
My Father, Jerome Gerald “Gummy” Robinson was born in Baltimore, Maryland on May 25, 1917 to Russian immigrant parents. His much older brother was sent to medical school so it was up to Dad to make a living and support the family. THIS IS HIS STORY.
 
13136466 was the number given to my Father, Jerome Gerald Robinson. It was too late for Officer's Training School, so he enlisted as a Private and was attached to the US Army's 40th Finance Dispersing Section. He was activated to go to Africa in the winter of 1942, but they were ready to invade Europe. 7,000 soldiers were sent to Europe on a ship called "Orion" originally out of Australia. They landed in Ireland, went to Scotland and then on to Great Britain.
 
The 40th Army Division that Dad was attached to was never created so they gave him an assignment that was most unusual. He was, along with 17 enlisted men and 3 officers, to pay the thousands of soldiers their salaries, and to compensate the innocent victims of war.
He was stationed 80 miles from London on the East Anglia Coast facing the Northern Sea. His Camp was called Stowmarket, named after the town. They slept in overcoats during the entire winter of 1943.
 
Dad said that the Air Force was stationed nearby and that the ground soldiers would watch the planes take off at 5 AM, rally into formation and fly over the English Channel into Germany. If a red light was flashing at the base, it would mean that a soldier was killed.
 
He said they all smoked cigarettes, talked all night long and would watch an occasional dog fight in the air against a very dark sky.
  They went into the town of Stowmarket for drinks at an English Pub and occasionally into Ipswich, for a USO Dance. He would not elaborate further on this subject.
 
Every three months they would have one weekend off. They would go to London, sleep in cheap hotels where they could bathe and sleep on beds with sheets.
 
During the blitz, they would run to the London Subways until the bombing stopped. Dad and his Division stayed at Camp Stowmarket from September 1943 until the June Invasion of 1944.

 
They crossed the English Channel in Navy Boats. They landed on Utah Beach under fire. Utah Beach was the code name for the right flank of the Allied Landing beaches during the D-Day Invasion of Normandy as part of Operation Overload, June 6, 1944. They slept in fox holes standing up, dug by soldiers the day before.
The next morning, the team jumped into trucks and drove towards Cherbourg France. They set up the officer’s quarters in the then empty Spanish Embassy. Upon arriving, they called the bomb squad who found several bombs hidden inside the toilets. They were there for 30 days.
 
They then traveled down the Cotentin Peninsula to Saint Lo following General Patton on the way to Paris. They arrived in Paris on trucks loaded with technical equipment, found rooms and settled into the "Main Bank" of Paris.
 
As Dad recalled, the bank building had 5 cellars filled with money. The US Government had printed German Marks used for the Invasion. Headquarters called it "Operation Tiger".  Their department handled all of the French/American money transfers. No one was permitted to carry American Dollars in France because of the underground "Black Market" in US Currency. The US Army's 40th Dispersing Division was in charge of ALL the Invasion Money.
In December 1944, they left Paris stopping at Charles Le Roy to celebrate Christmas is freezing weather.
 
The Battle of the Bulge was Germany's last stand. For the Americans, with about 600,000 men committed and some 81,000 casualties, including 19,000 killed, the Battle of the Bulge was the single largest and bloodiest battle that America forces fought in World War II.
 
My Father won 5 Bronze Stars for The Battle of Great Britain, The Battle of Normandy, The Freeing of Paris, The Invasion of Germany, and The Battle of The Bulge. He was my hero.
 
During the winter of 1945, the troops forced their way into Germany and it was the first time Dad was on German Land in Bodden Nichter Breisen on The Rhein. Soon after, the Army drove Dad back to Paris as he was awarded a few days leave. He caught a train to The Riviera and two days later received a wire requesting him to return to his outfit for shipment back to the US.
He caught a plane in Nice with the idea that he was flying back to his outfit first. Because of the violent weather over the Alps, the plane landed in Paris.
He was in contact with his outfit and was told to report ASAP to Chesterfield Port (all of the Ports were named after cigarettes by the men) to return to the US.

Dad had requested a temporary leave of absence six months prior because his Father was dying. The pass finally came through. The ship from Chesterfield Port landed somewhere on the East Coast and he was taken to Fort Meade in Maryland. My Grandfather drove my Mother Edith to Fort Meade to be reunited with my Father. They were married before the war. Dad was discharged and allowed to return to Baltimore. The year was 1945.
 
As an aside, the Army was getting close to liberating the concentration camps. The Army originally had one's religion embossed on copper colored dog tags.  They soon replaced the copper tags with silver tags after they realized their mistake.
Many celebrities came through the offices on the way to entertaining the troops. Dad mentioned seeing Bob Hope, Bing Crosby, Jack Benny and all the beautiful female stars of the day!
 
We did not discuss the carnage that he saw as it was too painful to remember. The names of close friends that he could recall were Francis Benechek, Jim Richardson, Tom Kelly and Major Major. Major Major was a Major.
 
PS: We won the war! PPS: Dad passed away on April 29, 2013. He would have been 96 on May 25, 2013. This story also honors the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who fight for our freedom. May they all be blessed and may my Dad rest in peace.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Live Taps...



National Coordinator, Larry Wiseman, performs with National Spokesperson, Susan D. Wiseman, AKA The Tribute Lady


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Sunday, May 19, 2013

Elmer's Tune

Elmer Browning passed away about a year ago in Georgia...his wife has shared his story through his book Elmer's Tune
Bugle's Across America was honored to provide a live bugler for Elmer's service!

Thursday, May 16, 2013








41st Engineer Batallion
PV2 Michael Roger Meyer 1984-2003



MICHAEL ROGER MEYER WAS BORN NOVEMBER 5, 1984 – ON HIS GRAND PARENTS WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. HE GREW UP IN BROKEN ARROW, OK AND ENLISTED IN THE ARMY DURING HIS SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. HIS ENLISTMENT OCCURRED FOLLOWING THE INVASION INTO IRAQ BUT HE HAD STARTED THE PROCESS AHEAD OF THAT EVENT.



MIKE WENT THROUGH BASIC AND AIT TRAINING AT FORT LEONARD WOOD, MO., IN ORDER TO BECOME A COMBAT ENGINEER. FOLLOWING AIT HE WAS SELECTED AS ONE OF ONLY 6 SOLDIERS FROM THAT SESSION OF TRAINING TO LEARN TO DRIVE THE ARMY'S HEAVY EQUIPMENT – PORTABLE BRIDGE TRANSPORTS, TANKS, AND LAND MINE CLEARING RIGS. MICHAEL WAS SELECTED FOR THIS DUTY DESPITE THAT FACT THAT THE ENGINEER BATTALION THAT HE WAS PART OF WAS CONSIDERED LIGHT INFANTRY AND THEREFORE WOULD NOT MAKE USE OF THAT EQUIPMENT
Mike's Dad,Roger Meyer sounds Taps at the 2005 EchoTaps,
part of a world record echo, of 680 buglers,
in New York State



PRIVATE MICHAEL MEYER WAS ASSIGNED TO THE 41ST ENGINEER BATTALION, 10TH MOUNTAIN DIVISION (LIGHT INFANTRY) – FORT DRUM NY. THERE HE WAS ASSIGNED A HUMVEE WHICH WAS TO GO TO AFGHANISTAN WITH HIM. MIKE HAD PLANS TO JOIN THE AIR BORNE OR AIR ASSAULT COMBAT GROUPS. HE WAS ALSO RECOMMENDED FOR SAPPER TRAINING BY ONE OF HIS TRAINING SERGEANTS – WHO WAS A SAPPER HIMSELF. HE NEVER MADE IT TO ANY OF THAT. TWO WEEKS SHORT OF DEPLOYING TO A COMBAT ZONE IN AFGHANISTAN MIKE WAS KILLED IN A STATESIDE AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT – AT THE AGE OF 19 YEARS, 1 MONTH, AND 22 DAYS – ON DECEMBER 27, 2003.


MIKE WAS AWARDED THE ARMY GOOD CONDUCT MEDAL, THE ARMY COMMENDATION MEDAL FOR MERITORIOUS SERVICE, AND THE NATIONAL DEFENSE MEDAL FOR THE WAR ON TERRORISM. HE WAS HONORED IN A MEMORIAL SERVICE AT FORT DRUM BEFORE HIS BODY WAS RETURNED TO BROKEN ARROW FOR BURIAL IN THE VETERANS AREA OF A LOCAL CEMETERY – WHERE HE RECEIVED MILITARY HONORS. THE CAPTAIN TO WHOM MIKE WOULD HAVE REPORTED IN AFGHANISTAN SHIPPED A FLAG TO HIS PARENTS – ONE THAT HAD FLOWN OVER THE BASE IN KANDAHAR.
Mike and His Nephew T.J.


MIKE'S ENTIRE LIFE WAS SPENT TRYING TO HELP OTHER PEOPLE. AS A YOUNG CHILD HE PRAYED FOR RAIN TO HELP THE FARMERS WHEN OKLAHOMA WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A DROUGHT – AND IT RAINED THE NEXT DAY. MIKE WAS THE PRESIDENT OF THE CHURCH YOUTH GROUP AT JOY LUTHERAN CHURCH IN TULSA, OK AND SPENT A YEAR ON THE CHURCH COUNCIL AS WELL. HE JOINED THE ARMY OUT OF A DESIRE TO HELP PEOPLE IN OTHER LANDS WHO WERE FORCED TO LIVE UNDER THE IRON RULE OF A TYRANT, TO HAVE A CHANCE AT A LIFE CLOSER TO OUR OWN. A LIFE OF FREEDOMS AND RIGHTS – NOT OF FEAR AND LOATHING. MIKE ALSO WANTED TO HELP TO DEFEND OUR OWN FREEDOMS AGAINST TERRORISM, SO THAT HIS YOUNG NEPHEW T.J. HELM WOULD BE ABLE TO GROW UP IN A WORLD LESS GIVEN TO ACTS OF VIOLENCE.


From BAA articles
Mike's Dad is a volunteer
bugler for BuglesAcrossAmerica;
shown here,rendering Taps, at
Mike's graveside, on Memorial
Day,2008...Moment of Remembrance



MIKE WAS A NATURAL ATHLETE AND LETTERED IN CROSS COUNTRY RUNNING WHILE IN HIGH SCHOOL. HE ALSO PLAYED BASEBALL, FOOTBALL, AND BASKETBALL, AND RAN TRACK. HE NEVER GAVE UP AT ANYTHING HE ATTEMPTED. JUST TO GET INTO THE ARMY HE HAD TO GAIN 10 POUNDS. EVERY TIME HE REACHED THE MINIMUM WEIGHT FOR HIS HEIGHT HE WOULD GROW ANOTHER INCH AND THE MINIMUM WEIGHT WOULD GO UP AGAIN. HIS FINAL ARMY PT TEST WHILE IN BASIC WAS COMPLETED WITH A STRESS FRACTURE IN HIS ANKLE – AND HE DID SO IN HIS BEST TIME OF THE ENTIRE BASIC TRAINING PERIOD.





Contributed by Roger Meyer, Mike's dad 





Editor's note:


As I read this story about Mike, my heart breaks for Roger and his wife Shelley, but it also brings back some vivid memories of a time in I my life almost 24 years ago. On a Sunday night in early May of 1985, I was driving the “handicap” bus for our church, and I had everyone on board, ready to go home after the evening service. As I was about to pull away, I was overcome with a sudden compulsion, to stop what I was doing. I pulled up the brake on the bus, shut down the engine, and went inside the church, where I saw my 19 year old nephew, Randy Wiseman, standing there, holding his 6 week old son. I hugged them both, and said, “I, love you Randy”, and he answered, ”I love you, too, Uncle Larry.”
The next night, at around 7PM, Randy was killed instantly in a head-on collision, on his way home from work. He left behind a wife and a young son.
Randy’s life verse was “For me to live is Christ, to die is gain”, which is engraved on his head stone. My brother Ralph, and his wife Rita, have prayed for God’s Grace every day since, and Randy’s passing was probably the most devastating event in my life.
This also reminds me of my step-son SPC David Dale, US Army, only one month older than Mike Meyer. David made that same commitment to serve his country, very soon after 9/11. He joined the Army Reserves while he was still in high school, and after graduation, joined the regular Army; after his basic at Fort Knox, he was assigned to Fort Hood, Texas, where he was trained as an M1a Abrams tanker. He deployed to Iraq in October, 2006. His best friend, CPL John Barta, was KIA in December 2006. David was emotionally crushed; I played Taps at John’s funeral. On May 22nd 2007, David’s tank ran over a huge bomb, which slammed his head into the turret lid, rendering him unconscious, He received a traumatic brain injury, a broken eye orbit, and torn ACL, and a back injury. He is now out of the Army, and returned to private life.
I don’t know why God takes some, and leaves others. I do know that God has a reason for everything, much of which, He chooses not to reveal to us, this side of Heaven. I do live with the eternal peace that there really is a Heaven, and one day, we shall be with all of our loved ones again. Our prayers and love go out to all of those families left behind, who miss their loved ones SO badly, and we will be their friends, to listen to them, and to comfort them.
Larry Wiseman

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Raymond P. Livingston

As Told by Raymond's son Greg




My Dad,Raymond P. Livingston, was born in Brooklyn on Christmas Day, 1921. His parents had recently emigrated from Scotland. Dad graduated from Dumont High School, Dumont, New Jersey, in 1939. He enlisted in the U.S.Army shortly after Pearl Harbor and completed his boot camp at Fort Dix, New Jersey..

He was assigned to the 17th Signal Operations Battalion and landed on Omaha Beach, four days after D-Day. The beach and the surrounding area was still filled with minefields and snipers. He was promoted to First Lieutenant. I have his helmet, my proudest possession.

Dad returned home in 1946, graduated from Bucknell on the GI Bill, married Mom in 1949, and I came along in 1951. Dad and Mom settled in New CIty, NY, and Dad became an insurance agent. He led our Boy Scout troop and was active in our church.

Dad organized many reunions of his unit over the years, and was very proud of his service. He and I always got along, and we never had harsh words. I listened to every word he said and held him in the highest respect.

Dad passed on October 8, 2006, in the same room where their wedding photos were taken, with Mom, my sister, and my brothers at his side. I proudly sounded TAPS at his funeral. He always said that if a German bullet never got him, nothing would...but cancer did.

Greg Livingston is currently a volunteer bugler for Bugles Across America, shown here sounding Taps at the grave side of his father, Raymond Livingston.





Saturday, November 7, 2009

Jack Teuller's Story

I am hoping to contact his great hero one day, and to meet him face to face; maybe play some old tunes with him. What a great story, and I want to preserve it here, as long as possible.