Thomas F. Joyce
3 March 2005
brother sent to me your organization's website address a few weeks back.
Unfortunately, our father, Thomas F. Joyce, Jr., 87, a Sergeant in the 2nd
Platoon, "D" Company, 503d PRCT, passed away suddenly this past Thursday,
March 3. I had hoped to have had more time to explore your
organization's information, and discuss it with him, but, death never
happens at a convenient time, it seems.
Born to an Irish
immigrant and Marine Captain in Quantico, VA, Tom Joyce had been living in
Pequannock, NJ, where he settled shortly after the War. Married to a
WAVE, Josephine (Kiechle) Joyce, for 54 years, who survives him, as well as
five loving children (Marilina Joyce, Thomas III, Kathleen (Joyce) Concord,
Frederick and Dennis), 5 grandchildren, and 2 great-grandchildren. He
had taken care of himself up until the end;
Dad had a sudden
illness about 10 days ago that required surgery, his heart never recovered
from the surgery, and he passed away peacefully with family members at
It seems to me
there are two types of Veterans who came out of WWII: those who
constantly talk about their experience, and, those who never talk about it.
Our Dad was in the latter camp; it was only very late in his life that we
began to get any of the details of his military experience out of him.
To our knowledge, he never kept in touch with any of his old Platoon mates.
Please pass this
message along to the members of this terrific and proud organization.
Our family would be delighted to hear from anyone who has any memories of
our father, (we'll take the bad with the good!) and, if anyone happens to
have any photographs of him that you could email to us, that would be
every member of this organization for your efforts in keeping the
proud history of the 503d alive. Thank you all for your fine work then
3101 Little Creek Lane
Alexandria, VA 22309
George B. Clay
26 February 2005
My name is Kay
Eisenbise, niece of George B. Clay. My uncle
was a very proud man and very proud of his service in the 503d. It was
his passion in life to be with all his pals and their widows whenever he
could attend an event. He unfortunately passed away on Feb. 26th in a
hospice facility in Tempe, Arizona after suffering a fall and lapsing into a
coma from which he never recovered. He was last doing what he
enjoyed the best. He had fallen after he came out of a Restaurant at a
Golf Course in Mesa, Arizona following a luncheon he attended with his 503rd
Some of the group
already know his fate as I had talk with a few of the folks from the group.
I just want to let you all know that the funeral home will let me know as
soon as we can get a date set up for his memorial service that will be help,
hopefully sometime in April, 2005, preferably the first week.
We as a family hope that
some of you who knew and loved my Uncle George as we did, would come to his
memorial veteran's service at the National Memorial Cemetery in Phoenix,
Arizona on Cave Creek Road and Pinnacle Peak Roads when I inform you of his
service. We will all miss my Uncle's stories of the 503d and how much
he enjoyed being with everyone whenever you all could meet. He meant
the world to me and my family and will be sorely missed. We live in
Pennsylvania so we will be traveling back to Phoenix for his service.
He's survived by his sister, Elizabeth Eisenhower, who is my Mother.
She is 87 years old and is not in good health physically to travel there and
prefers to remember him as he was anyway. My cousin Tom Clay and I
will be there and hopefully some of our extended family. Thanks to all
who cared about him and if you want to contact me my email address is:
Thank you folks and keep up your meetings, he will always be with you all in
spirit and he had that spirit right up to the end even though he wasn't
aware of it. He is resting in God's arms now and we are so glad he was
very active up to the end. What more could he have hoped for and for
us to hope for. We will never forget my Uncle George, he was very dear
Thank you again!
Fondly, Kay Eisenbise
Dear Mrs. Kay Eisenbise,
I am so sorry to learn that your Uncle
George passed away. This would have been a great opportunity to go to
Pinnacle Peak and pay my respects to a fellow paratrooper, but I live in
Manila. Sometimes I visit my married daughter who lives in Scottsdale, AZ, a
few blocks from the cemetery at Pinnacle Peak-Cave Creek area - but
unfortunately, not this year. It would have been a great honor for me to
represent the Philippines, a country that is grateful for the heroic service
of the officers and men of the 503rd PRCT.
When I was still an active paratrooper with the Philippine Army, my unit had
the honor of welcoming several 503rd veterans in 1978, when they made a
nostalgia visit to Corregidor. In their farewell party, we gave each of them
official orders of the Philippine Army awarding them the Philippine Army
Parachutist Badge. I am not sure if your Uncle George was among the group.
Since then, I have been in close contact with the many people who have
manifested a continued interest in Corregidor and its history, like your
friend Paul Whitman of Australia. It is from him that I received the tragic
news about your Uncle George.
My best wishes to you and your family. Please accept my condolences and
Brigadier General Ramon M. Ong (Ret)
Armed Forces of the Philippines
Wilburn E. "Bitsy" Grant
18 September 2004
Wilburn "Bitsy" Grant died last Saturday.
I know no details except he suffered from dementia. He always attended our
SW Chapter reunions, the Corregidor Dinner which lasts 4 days. He has missed
the last two even though he signed-up to come.
Bitsy was a 501st PB officer, but he was
liked by all of we "Johns" who came later. In fact when he was president of
501st PB association, he made me an honorary member so I thought a lot of
him and tried to take care of him when he was able to come. Bitsy, Ben
Luscomb (another great friend who passed away a few years ago), and Jerry
Riseley were in the 158th Inf. They went to Jones' jump school in Panama and
became 501st members.
courtesy Bill Calhoun
My father Colonel (ret.) Wilburn E. "Bitsy"
Grant passed away at his home in North Little Rock, Arkansas, on September
18, 2004, after several years of declining health. He will be buried
with full military honors at Arlington National Cemetery on Wednesday,
October 27, following a service to be held in the Fort Myers Chapel at 9:00
AM. Many of you who knew Daddy also knew Mother, who was
interred there following her death in 1997.
My father had many fond memories of his
days as part of this organization, and my sister Katherine and I grew up
hearing about his friends and his experiences. Even in his last
months, he was able to recall those and to discuss the reunions he had
attended and how much they had meant to him. He was greatly
disappointed that he was not able to continue being present in the past few
In 1984, when my own daughter did a school report on World
War II, she sent a questionnaire to a number of men who had served during
that time. One of the questions was "What do you remember most about
your participation in World War II?" Daddy's reply to this was,
"I remember a 42-day boat ride and 31 months of overseas service in a
hostile and dangerous environment, mostly in the jungle. I never knew
when I was coming home nor whether I was coming home. But I also
remember sharing experiences and dangers with interesting and courageous
comrades, some of whom did not make it home. The healthy mind rejects
traumatic, horrid experiences and retains impressions of pleasant and
rewarding ones. I am happy that the memories that I most frequently
recall are pleasant and satisfying." Many of you who will read
this played a part in this portion of his life, and I want you to know that
he always remembered you and cherished his friendships from those years.
Elizabeth Jane Grant Fisher
Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Plans and Training People make a big thing about engaging in intellectual
activity of a mysterious type. It is their stock in trade.
Wilburn E. "Bitsy" Grant studied under Padgett and in time became
his assistant. Bitsy did just fine until there came a time when he
was pushed to the wall by Joe S. Lawrie. Lawrie was Regimental
Executive Officer under Colonel Kinsler. Every man and officer in
the regiment knew that even though Lt. Col. George M. Jones was
commander of the 2nd Bn, and was not Regimental Officer, that Colonel
Jones in fact did rank Joe S. Lawrie, who was also a Lt. Colonel.
There came a time in the tour, when the regiment needed masking tape to
tape up the jump planes. Lawrie called Bitsy before him and
demanded to know why Grant had not been able to obtain masking tape.
“I’ve looked everywhere for masking tape,“ is the legendary Grant reply,
“and I haven’t been able to find any. I even drank a barrel of
glue, ate a barrel of sawdust and tried to get some that way, but it
Grant came back to join my club of Mess Officers, Ex mess Officers, and
Assistant Platoon Leaders. In other words Lawrie got him fired.
courtesy Gerry Riseley
memorial service will be held for Jesse Sunday, March 21 at the Todd
Memorial Chapel, 325 North Indian Hill, Claremont from 5 to 8PM. Graveside
services will be conducted at site 3, Riverside National Cemetery Monday,
March 22 at 9.30 AM. The family requests, in lieu of flowers donations be
made to the Optimist Youth Home and Family Service, 6957 North Figueroa
Street, Los Angeles, CA 90042. [Source Los Angeles Times via John
Lt. Thomas R. Marshall
G Company, 503d PRCT
16 September 2003
Clarence Center, NY.
Lt. Marshall is pictured on the far left, holding the
courtesy Chet Nycum
14 February 2004
I've got some sad news for you. My father, Eugene Bowers, passed away at
Firelands Hospital in Sandusky, Ohio on Feb 14th. He had been battling
heart and kidney failure for some time. It finally got the best of him.
Both my sister and I got to be with dad on his final day.
John and Carol Haprian
9186 Mennonite Rd.
Wadsworth, Ohio 44281
Barto J. Mariscalco
23 February 2003
Barto J. Mariscalco passed away peacefully on February 23, 2003
(3/27/23- 2/23/03), preceded in death by his wife, Joan Ann, on 5/14/96.
He didn’t often speak about his time in the 503rd, and the
Philippines, but he did so enough that I immediately recognized many of
the descriptions on your website.
13 November 2002
of James "Jungle Jim" Mullaney (Captain, "H" Co) of Louisville
died Wednesday, November 13, 2002 at their home.
She was the
former Lois Catherine Penn born on July 21, 1924 in Frankfort, KY She
was the Founder and President of Kentuckiana Surveys, which she successfully
owned and managed for over twenty years (presently known as Marketing
Research of Kentuckiana.)
She was also
a member of St. Lawrence Catholic Church and a member of the American Legion
Ladies Auxiliary Post 220.
She is survived by her husband of 60 years James Martin Mullaney;
four sons John; Marty (Gloria); Kevin (Debbie); Steve (Laura); three
daughters Connie Pearl (Jim); Mary Lea Quick (Kerry); Sally Sanders (Mark);
14 grandchildren; Brenda Schulz, Barbara Pearl Kehoe, Pat Mullaney, Marty
Pearl, Kelly Ewing, Colleen Pearl Pittman, Kathy Marcum, Amanda Mullaney,
Kaitlin Mullaney Sanders, Megan Mullaney, Jimmy Mullaney, Audrey Mullaney
Sanders, Ryan Mullaney, Jeff Mullaney; 7 great-grandchildren and a brother;
Cecil Penn of Georgetown, Kentucky; several nieces and nephews.
11 October 2002
I am writing to tell
you of Bill Cheek. He passed away this morning October 11, 2002, at
about 1:00 am. He found out about 3 weeks ago that he had mesothelioma
(cancer) of the lung . He also had congestive heart failure-- both
illnesses were just too much. He will be at Adams-Brown Funeral
Home ,Highway 431 , Albertville Alabama , 5:00-9:00p.m. Sat. Oct.
12 and funeral will be at the funeral home at 2:00 pm. Sunday Oct. 13.
Thanks for forwarding this , he did get some cards from you all
during his hospital stay. He enjoyed hearing from his old buddies, he
read them all. He will be greatly missed... The phone for his is
wife-256-840-9752. I appreciate all your efforts. Thank you
God Bless em all!!
Jo Ann Cheek
Archie C. Davidson
16 SEPTEMBER 2002
Archie C. Davidson, a former New City postmaster and longtime
community activist, died yesterday in Good Samaritan Hospital in Suffern.
Davidson, 81, was appointed New City postmaster in 1953 by
President Dwight Eisenhower. As postmaster, he participated in congressional
hearings to improve the U.S. Postal Service that were held in the 1970s at
Bear Mountain. He remained postmaster until 1980, and in retirement took a
job as a bus driver for the Clarkstown Central School District and drove
He was considered something of an unofficial historian of
Clarkstown and was often quoted in newspaper articles about the town and its
history from farm country to a suburban community.
Davidson was a decorated World War II Army veteran who
enlisted shortly after the attack on Pearl Harbor. An airborne combat
veteran, he saw action as a sergeant in numerous assaults in the Pacific,
including New Guinea, the Solomon Islands and the Philippines. He was a
member of the 503rd Regimental Combat Team and participated in the airborne
invasion of Corregidor in 1945.
After the war, Davidson worked at Rockland Farms and became
active in the Republican Party in Clarkstown.
An outdoorsman, he enjoyed fishing and hunting with his
family and friends around Lake Lucille in New City and upstate. He was a
former member of the semipro Rockland Farmers baseball team. He also coached
Clarkstown Little League baseball before it became the New City Little
Davidson also was
a past president and life member of the New City Volunteer Fire Department.
Courtesy Doug Davidson
Caffery J. Dugas
17 APRIL 2002
Caffery J. Dugas of
Opelousas, LA. died at about 10:45PM
April 17, 2002. His health had been declining, especially over the
prior six months. He did not suffer and passed peacefully with his wife,
Elmae, at his side.
He had served in the 503rd as a Tech/4
with Service Co. from Sept. 1942 till Oct. 1945, jumping at Nadzab and
Noemfoor. He visited "The Rock" by boat.
We would like to thank the 503rd
Association for welcoming us into the fold. Our only regret is that we had
not found you earlier.
25 JUNE 2002
Ben Guthrie informed me that Col. Don Ziler died earlier
Don was buried at Arlington Friday Sept. 6, 2002
The last time I talked to him he intended to go to Branson even though
his health has been bad for a number of years.
Col. Ziler served in "H" Company for most of the war. His home was
El Paso, Texas.
May he rest in peace
HONORARY 503d PRCT
25 JUNE 2002
I am sorry to pass on that
has left us. Marjean and I spent Monday afternoon with Bob at his
home. He appeared to be feeling somewhat bad, complaining of his legs, etc.
His sister, Bow, called me and said she hadn't heard from him Tuesday or
Wednesday and she had a fellow go to his house to check on him. He found Bob
lying in bed where he had been reading. He was dead. Sorry to be the bearer
of this news.
Defender & Honorary 503d
What a shock to wake up on Sunday Morning to the word
has left our fold of
lovers. Somehow I never gave a thought to the possibility he might precede
me and other old time 503rd veterans. Bob was much younger than the
rest of us. He would always be there for us. Now who is going to fill us in
on what the bad guys are doing to us today?
So long Bob. Pave the way for us.
What a shock! I'm lost for words. Bob was a stirrer, and I shall miss
his constant stream of invective & comments on the military, guns, & (above
all) the man v. women
thing. A little while ago he sent me a photo of a nude, big breasted
blonde in sunglasses holding up two large bass, and with it the comment
"If you don't hear from me for a while, you'll know I've gone fishing.
I may never return! (Sgd) Happy
I'm numb and in a state of shock. Bob was truly a very good friend and
lovable character. He was gruff, but had a heart of gold. He
loved to shock people with his e-mails, trying to get a reaction out of
them. Then he would get upset when someone returned the favor. He gave
the appearance that he was tight and miserly with his money, but was always
helping someone in need. He lived a full, exciting, adventurous life.
He was a great patriot, clearly understanding the problems that confronted
our county. I felt sad for him because he had an all consuming love
for a woman who wanted nothing to do with him. She sought happiness,
never realizing that it was on her door step, ringing her door bell, and
asking to come in. Now he is is gone and I will miss him greatly.
I was never too fond of school teachers but I too will miss him in some
crazy sort of way.
20 MARCH 2002
father died on 20 March 02, Donald Wilson was his name he always talked
about the 503rd He was in Austraila and new Guinea during WW2 I have his
jump wings and a few other things related to that time. Did anyone know him?
He was from Cumberland Maryland. Thanks a lot for your service and any
16 February 2002
Once again it is my
sad responsibility to let you know another of our stalwarts passed away.
Charlie Christian, long time "D" company soldier passed away several days
ago. Margie notified us at the Texas Corregidor event. She could give no
more details. As you know he suffered for years with a breathing problem. On
two occasions we had to help him along late one night when he could hardly
take in a breath. As you know he served his entire life in the service and
was very proud of it. I have written a letter to Mildred and hope you do
Tony Sierra D Company
My dad passed away on February 16. I believe that was the anniversary date of
the Corregidor jump, how ironic.
Albert L. Tait
10 JAN 2002
father was Albert L. Tait, a Field Artillery officer with the 462d PFA
Battalion. I think he was a Major at war's end, but I am not sure of his
rank when the jump was made on Corregidor. Anyway, I just wanted to let the
503rd Association know that he passed away on January 10, 2002, in Sun City,
Arizona. He would have been 90 on April 17. My dad stayed in the Army after
the war, retiring as a Colonel in 1966. He was a fine man and an excellent
officer, and will be missed. Thanks.
A. J. Tony Knizel
30 NOVEMBER 2001
2nd platoon 1st sqd. co E 503pir/rct
to inform you that another paratrooper has passed away. Tony died on
November 30, 2001 at a Birmingham, Al. hospital. He had a minor operation (corpal
tunnel surgery) and developed a staff infection. He was in ICU for 30 days
and he fought very hard to his last breath.
My father did not talk about the war very
much until his latter years. A old military buddy ( Parke Lessig) visited my
father in his latter years and this is when I learned about his war
experiences. My father was proud of the 503 and his U.S. citizenship. My
father was born in Pittsburgh ,PA. in 1918 to Lithuanian immigrant parents.
The family returned to Lithuania in 1920 and my father grew up in that
country. He attended the Lithuanian Military Academy and was a cadet when
WWII began in Europe. He was able to return to the U.S. and was drafted into
the army prior to Pearl Harbor. He volunteered for the airborne after boot
camp. He could not speak English when he was drafted and had to learn during
basic training. I know that my dad made the Nadzab jump and was in the
Philippines. If any one that served with my dad could assist me with info
about his military service I would appreciate the help.
Mike A. Knizel
John F. Fox
27 JULY 2000
From Son of John F.
John died July 27,
2001. He is my Father and recently best friend. I am sorry to see him go but
like all fallen in battle I am proud to have been his oldest son. He had six
children and will be interned at Ft. Sam Houston, Texas. I am sorry but I
cry for my Dad as you cried for your fallen as you jumped on Corregidor and
Noemfoor and Mindoro.
Dad jumped all 3.
He will be place to
rest with all the vets at the Sam Houston National Cemetery Friday August 3
at approx 13:00 Hours. I could compose an eulogy for my Dad but I am sure
all his comrades can do much better as you were at his side in WWII. His
wife and my Mother remain along with 3 additional brothers and 2 sisters. If
any of his comrades are in the San Antonio Area please join us for his final
resting place. He retired as a Lt. Col. in the MC and there are not may in
that group with 3 bronze stars on the jump wings. I can be reached at email@example.com
Our family can be reached at (512) 249-0951
My Dad left a
Jacket with many jump badges with a museum and his family does not know
where it was placed. We do not want it back but do have other pictures and
memorabilia that may deserve a place in history.
John F. Fox, Jr.
Born Nov. 4, 1946
Dear John and
Our most sincere
condolences are sent to you and your family on the death of your father John
F. Fox. I receive e-mail for my father, Raymond M. Basham who was with the
503rd during WWII and jumped on Corregidor along with your Dad and all the
503rd. I will sadly pass along this message to Dad. Thank you for making
this announcement. You and your family should be very proud of your father
and his contributions to our great country and I am sure that you are. God
bless you all and may you find comfort in knowing that all of the 503rd and
their families share in your loss. I am among the people who strongly feel
that your father and mine where "The Greatest Generation."
Lin Basham for:
Raymond M. Basham, SSgt. 503rd PRCT
I am one of the
fellows from the 503rd parachute group. I received your letter about your
Dad's passing. I did not know your father on a one to one basis but the
death of any of our troopers is a loss for all of us. I take particular
saddness with each fading. :Your father was a second Lt. in Headquarters,
Third Battalion and as such I can calculate he was one of the first to jump
on Corregidor. Possibly on the second or third plane. The only remaining
troopers I can come up with at the moment who might have served with him on
a day to day basis are Nelson Gatewood from Arkansas and George Funk from
Phoenix, Arizona. I looked up this info in our memorial book from Corregidor
and I believe it is correct. I am sure you will be hearing from others who
might have known your Dad on a more intimate basis. It is ironic but I am
typing this at the very moment of his buriel. You are rightfully proud of
your Dad, he had to be a great patriot and I am certain he was a loving
9 MARCH 2000
A Tribute to a Great Paratrooper
The message Lois
and I expected anytime was on the phone recorder but that didn’t diminish
the shock and sorrow of its’ content. Edna’s voice came on and stated that
Joe had died after a week of intense suffering and many years of illness.
Yes Joe was gone to a better place:
Yes, gone away from the oxygen tubes – the doctors – the hospitals – the
horrible days of discomforts and the occasional “good day”. Quite often on
the “good days” Joe would call and it was hard to tell he was ill. Unless
questioned directly the suffering would not be mentioned. Just the news of
the others troopers and how fate was treating them – not Joe.
Let’s digress somewhat:
I first met Joe Conway in April 1942
We were fellow members of the Fort Benning’s Parachute Jump School Class
18A. It was here I first noticed how Joe had an unusual ability to deflate
the pompous and readily see through the rhetoric of our instructors and
He was an officer’s officer and an enlisted man’s officer all combined in
one. He possessed a sense of humor that I’ve found unmatched to this day.
After leaving the school at Benning we went to Fort Bragg for assignment to
the 503. It was being formed
into a Regiment – the first in the Airborne. Joe went to Company “A” and I
went to the Third Bn. Company “H”. We still saw each other often and drank
many a beer in Fayetteville and on the Post.
Eventually – October 10, 1942 - the regiment left the Carolinas and headed
for the South West Pacific area. Joe stayed in the First Bn. for our first
mission to the Islands. Upon our return to Australia after the Nadzab
–Markham Valley mission there was a great shake-up of officers with-in the
regiment. Joe called one day to tell me the good news that he had been
assigned to Company “H”. We celebrated and he was almost un-assigned before
he was assigned. Col. Jones wisely overlooked this and the historical days
of “H” were to begin.
The rest of the story is well known by nearly all 503 troopers.
Joe served as company commander – battalion executive officer and
battalion commander as the conflict progressed. He was decorated for bravery
but not nearly as often as he should have been. I never once saw him flinch
– never loose his cool – and never unjustly accuse anyone else of loosing
their cool. His actions in each ensuing battle made me wonder just what he
was made of. How did the small town of Duquesne, Pa. produce such a man.
The battles ended – we went home to forget the wars but that was not to be.
I arrived in Kentucky in December 1945 and a few days later my friend and
ex-commander showed up at my door. That is when Lois first met Joe. She has
loved him since. We again, of course, celebrated the war’s end for a few
days before he headed to his home near Pittsburgh.
After a short stay at home he returned to the service and participated in
the Korean “Police Action”. Not in the rear area but in the forefront of
that cruel war. Joe had to be where the action was taking place - be it a
crap game or a major battle. After a distinguished career he retired to
Estill Springs, Tenn with his wonderful Edna and family. They came to visit
us on many occasions. He loved to work in his garden as well as spending
untold hours performing charitable deeds for the less fortunate. Numerous
days were spent working the Tennessee soil with the oxygen pack strapped to
his back ( a la musette bag).
Once again – let me ask – where does this great country get soldiers like
Joseph M. Conway? Soldiers like Joe were not only superb themselves but
persuaded others to perform deeds of courage that would not have occurred
under a different commander.
Requiescat in Pace - Joe Conway. You’ll never be forgotten by your fellow
troopers of the 503d Parachute Regimental Combat Team
Requiescat in Pace.
FAYETTEVILLE, SEPT 2001
write with heavy heart to advise you that on the morning that we were
packing to come home from what was a great reunion in Fayetteville, Andy
Amaty (HQ Coy, 1st Bn) collapsed whilst loading his car. He could not
be revived. Several hours before, he was telling me a story and ended, "
Well, that was a hell of a way to die, but then, there's no good way to die."
I think that with his regiment nearby, and after a brilliant reunion
more than half a century afterwards, he almost challenged his own
statement. I still hear his voice.
I had only known Andy for a few days,
and saw in him the indomitable spirit of what he described to me as 'the
Civilian in Uniform'. I'm not qualified to write his epitaph, but
invite all of you to remember him in your prayers, and perhaps one of
you who know him better can write his epitaph. I, for one, thank God
he was around long enough for me to get to know him.
Paul F. Whitman
Andy Amaty lived for several years in Burbank and naturally was involved
with the chapter here. He was the treasurer and being a promoter of the KISS
[keep it simple stupid] principle he, as far as I could tell, kept the
finances of the chapter on a cash basis. He took in cash and paid the bills
with greenbacks. During his tenure we hosted the 503 reunion in Buena Park,
he reluctantly agreed to open a checking account since we were dealing with
big bucks. He held membership card number four; George Jones had number one.
A dedicated activist in the association; it was he and people like him who
nourished the idea to form a club where the 503rd paratroopers could meet
now and then to keep the comradeships they had formed and the hardships they
all shared as very young men, alive. We should all be grateful to him and if
there is a word to describe this unique man it would be enthusiastic with a
Andrew J. Amaty entered the military service on 6 October 1941 per request
of "Greetings" from Uncle Sam. He completed basic training at
Camp Wheeler, Georgia on 7 December 1941 and volunteered for parachute
training two days later. He was a member of Jump Class #9 which graduated
from Fort Benning in February 1942. Assigned after graduation to the 503rd
Parachute Battalion, which later became the 503rd Parachute Infantry
Regiment, the first US parachute regiment activated. He was assigned to
Headquarters Company, 1st Battalion. With the 503rd, he participated
in the combat jumps in Nadzab, Noemfoor and Corregidor, and the landings on
Mindoro and Negros. During the Corregidor mission he served as 1st Battalion
communications Chief with the rank of Staff Sergeant, and performed the same
duties on the Negros Island mission, which lasted from April until
mid-August 1945. He was discharged honorably from the service on 31 October
John D. Reynolds
Emery B. Graham
29 JUNE 2000
Emery B. Graham, former S2 scout, RHQ, died last night, 29 June 2000. His
daughter advised me he passed away between 11:00pm and 3:45 am. Boy, was
he a great guy.
He hung on from day to
day for over two weeks. My sweetie and I went to see him a few weeks ago and I
did not think he would last but a day or two, but he has. With him gone,
my mind needs to turn to his happy memories.
Emery B. Graham is
pictured (above) from left to right as an S2 scout assigned to RHQ. 503rd
paratroopers in Noemfoor; at the end of Negros campaign on R & R; In Japan
attached as (Sgt/mg) to 187th Paratroopers in Korea (with his wife) and
finally at Fort Huachuca for Military Intelligence ceremony in 1996.
Graham was one of
two scouts who walked ahead of the M-7 (commanded by Bill Hartman) bringing
water and medical supplies from South Beach to Topside on Corregidor,
clearing roads of mines. [SEE
ARTICLE] He is typical of paratroopers who served as 'lifers' and
retired unceremoniously after 23 years. He's a real hero.
8 JUNE 2000
Williams passed away 8 June, 2000. He was in "H" Company and was wounded and
sent home from Corregidor. Mass was celebrated in Santa Monica and he was
buried in his home town, Dubuque, Iowa. The Williams brothers were warriors;
one was killed in WWII. Arnie was proud of their patriotism, and gifted the
"THIEVES" banner to the Association. By what has now become tradition, the
Thieves Banner is draped at reunions from the highest point. He was the most
loyal member of the association, never missing a single muster. He loved the
503d, and we are again diminished because another trooper is gone.
Dr. Charles H. Bradford
17 MAY 2000
Charlie died 17 May
2000 in Marshfield, MA., at the age of 95. The cause of death was a heart attack
and according to his sister Elizabeth Bradford the end came peacefully and
A graduate of Harvard
University (1926 magna cum laude) and Harvard Medical School (1931), he was a
highly respected skilled orthopaedic surgeon who practiced at Mount Auburn
Hospital in Cambridge MA.. During WWII Doc Bradford [he preferred to be
called Charlie] was the 2nd Battalion 503rd's Surgeon respected by all for being
a fine soldier, and for his compassionate treatment of the men in the battalion.
He was awarded the Silver Star for his bravery; he was the first to reach D
Company, bravely advancing under enemy fire to attend to a large number of the
company's paratroopers wounded in a bloody night battle and who were desperately
needing medical attention. For many years he was the oldest living member of the
association. He has told many of his 503rd comrades that his years of wartime
service as a paratrooper in the Pacific were the most rewarding of his long
full, distinguished life.
Afternoon With Charlie Bradford" by John Lindgren
Read Larry Browne's recollections about Charlie Bradford
24 DECEMBER 1999
again it is my sad task to let you fellows know that another mighty trooper has
left us. Ray Mitchell, D company, 2nd platoon, died on Christmas Eve, 1999. As
those of you who had the pleasure to know him, recall he suffered greatly the
last four to five years and showed up at the reunions hooked up to his oxygen
tanks but participating in all the activities nonetheless. Ray was a brave
man not only in combat where his second platoon often used him as a way ahead
scout, but also in his battle against awfully painful and exerting health
problems. He often said to me," As long as I have a breath left in my body I
will attend the reunions." The last time he joined us was at Valley Forge. His
son, Joe drove him, prone in the family RV. I visited him in the unit
where I had a drink of "Shine"... I felt I was in a hospital room, nevertheless
he ventured to parts of the reunion, appearing jovial and happy, although some
of us knew he was hurtin', as he used to say. Ray Mitchell was buried at Andrew
Johnson National cemetary, Greenville, Tennessee. Hs daughter Sheila asked that
I notify his fellow troopers. He really cared for all of us.
14 DECEMBER 1999
Press, Pfc, 503 RCT, Battery A - served with bravery and distinction all over
the Pacific Theatre - Born: 3/12/20 - Died of natural causes: 12/14/99 - At:
Randolph, NJ. Leaving two children, four grandchildren, a wife of 57 years, and
35 years of serving the City of New York with valor as a much decorated police
detective. Walter always was extremely proud to be a fighting member of
the 503rd and was so very proud of all of you. I am so very proud of him and all
of you too. I miss him, and I know he missed you! I know, since I am his son.
Bless You All.
Richard L. Press
4 MARCH 1999
My father, Roger,
jumped on Corregidor, I believe on 16 Feb 1945. He passed away on 4 Mar 1999 and
will be/has been interred in Arlington National Cemetery as a recipient of
a Purple Heart during his tour on Corregidor. As he has told me, he was carrying
a satchel of bazooka rockets and a sniper fired, missed him, but hit the
satchel. I understand that several other men were killed during the subsequent
explosion of the rockets, but my father survived holding only the handles of the
satchel with quite a bit of leg injury. He wore a leg brace for years afterwards
and would astound me and my brothers and friends with "clinking" the metal
shrapnel into ashtrays for many years, not to mention the airport security
problems. I have tried to find out if and when my dad was to be placed at
Arlington but have not yet been successful. They were supposed to let us know,
but over a year after his death, I have not yet heard. I want to thank you for
your web page and share this quick story with you.
Dad was ornery for most
of his life and pretty controlling. He told a story of acquiring a jeep on the
island and drove it about for a time. For a Pfc this is some feat. Evidently,
some brass was coming and dad was informed that he must relinquish the jeep. Dad
being the kind of guy he was, did not want to give it up and so decided that if
he couldn't have it, no one would and promptly drove it to the edge of the
cliffs and jumped out... sending the jeep careening down the cliffs into the
ocean. What a guy. I believe he was a corporal before that incident.
29 NOVEMBER 1996
for Charles R. McLemore, 76, will be held Monday at 2 p.m. at Rehoboth United
Methodist Church with burial in Greenlawn Memorial Park. Mr. McLemore will
be placed in the church at 1 p.m. Memorials may be made to the church
building fund. Dunbar Funeral Home, Devine Street Chapel, is in charge.
Friday, Nov. 29, 1996. Born 15 Aug. 1920 in Englewood, N.J., he was the
son of the late Charles and Florence Peck McLemore. He served with the
503rd Parachute Division in the Pacific during World War II. He worked
for Seaman Electric Co. for 15 years and for Noland Co. for 27. Mr.
McLemore was a member of Rehoboth United Methodist Church.
his wife, Virgie Munn McLemore of Columbia; daughters, Sharon M. Ard of
Puerto Rico and Gail D. McLemore of Columbia; and two grandchildren.
Gail D. McLemore
David H. Reid
22 SEPTEMBER 1994
My Father, David H. Reid Ser#32886245 served in the 503d
PIR 3d Bat HQ Coy from April 1943 to December 1945. He received
a PurpleHeart. He passed
away in September 22, 1994. He is survived by his wife Ann, and five (5)
children (David, Richard, Kathryn, Robert, and Patricia, and seven (7)
grandchildren (Sean, Elizabeth, Melissa, Sophia, David, Margaret, and Annie).
He joined the NYC Police Department in 1956 and retired in 1977 after being shot
in the line of duty in April 1976 as he thwarted an armed burglary and robbery.
His interment is at Pinelawn Memorial Park, Farmingdale, Suffolk County, NY.
Thank you for preserving the memories of
such important men who served our country! Thanks to your association’s
website I was able to find information about his WWII service history and find
others who served with him.
Robert J. Reid
My dad passed away on March 18, 1994 at the age of 73. Way too young
for me.....he was a good man. Interestingly enough, after the war,
it would be 20 years before he set foot on an airplane again, and
that was to return to Australia and the Philippines to revisit
Corregidor. I believe he traveled there with a small group of other
vets of the 503rd. I recall seeing in his papers one or two
newsletters from a 503rd veterans organization, so he did keep in
touch with his fellow troopers over the years.
Notified by Susan Stoger
George Lohin, of Brookhaven, a retired Boeing employee, died Feb. 29 at
Born in Courtneys Heckchersville Valley, Pa, Mr. Lohin lived in
Brookhaven for 40 years.
Mr. Lohin worked at the Ford Motor Company's former Chester location for
10 years. After that, he was a sealer for 25 years at Boeing, retiring
six years ago.
He was a veteran of the U.S. Army, serving as a
paratrooper in World War II. He made combat jumps
at Lae, Numfoor and the Philippines. He was a member of the Brookhaven
American Legion Post No. 94 and the 503rd Parachute RCT World War II
He was a decorated veteran, having been awarded three Battle Stars and a
Bronze Star with Combat Infantry Badge.
Mr. Lohin was the son of the late George Lohin and Mary S. Lohin and
brother of the late Irene Tkachyk, who died in 1990. He is survived by
his wife, Jean Smith Lohin; a son, George E. Lohin of Downingtown; a
daughter Lynn Crowell of Wilmington, Del.; six brothers, Mike Lohin of
Coal Castle, Pa, John Lohin of Parkside, Joseph Lohin and Paul Lohin,
both of Minersville, Pa; Steve Lohin of California and Emil Lohin of
Seltzer City, Pa.; three sisters, Verna Kostura and Helen Ann Kessler,
both of Minersville, and Mary Panchicon of St. Clair, PA; and a
Funeral Services will be Wednesday at 2 p.m. at the William S. Bleyler
Funeral Home, 500 W. 22nd S., Upland. Burial will be in Edgewood
Memorial Park, Concordville.
Notified by Chet Nycum
Arthur O. Smithback
15 September 1992
My elder brother remembers Arthur
as a "tough kid." I guess he certainly was. He
was my cousin.
John J. Tolson III
2 DECEMBER 1991
Gen. John J. Tolson III, retired, who as
commander of an Army division in Vietnam helped
pioneer the use of helicopters as a leading
instrument of modern warfare, died Monday at Rex
Hospital in Raleigh, N.C. He was 76 years old
and lived in Raleigh.
The cause of death was a
heart attack, his family said.
It was as commander of the
First Cavalry Division (Airmobile) in 1967 and
1968 that General Tolson used the helicopter as
a shuttle to quickly move soliders and supplies
to the scene of battles against elusive Vietcong
guerrillas and their North Vietnamese allies.
More than 400 helicopters and
15,000 troops were under his command, and he
deployed them in such major encounters as the
relief of Khe Sanh and the counterthrust to the
Communists' Tet offensive of 1968.
"Basically, through his skill
as an aviator and his insight as a military
thinker, he saw the value of the machine at his
disposal," said R. Steven Maxham, director of
the United States Army Aviation Museum at Fort
Mr. Tolson, a native of New
Bern, N.C., studied at the University of North
Carolina and graduated from West Point in 1937.
In World War II, he helped to organize the 503d
Parachute Infantry Regiment and served on all
its jumps, including the recapture of
After the war, he trained as
an airplane and helicopter pilot, was appointed
the Army's chief of doctrine and combat
development and later was commander of aviation
training at Fort Rucker. He wrote a manual on
the helicopter's value in air transport,
although at the time many officers remained
dubious of its value.
When he put theory into
practice in Vietnam, he was at the front line
himself. He logged more than 1,000 hours of
combat flying and barely escaped death when
enemy bullets tore through the door and
windshield of the helicopter he was flying.
After his Vietnam tour, he
was promoted from major general to lieutenant
general and given command of Fort Bragg, N.C.
There he continued to be an innovator. Publicly
acknowledging illict drugs as a growing problem,
he granted amnesty and provided treatment for
soldiers who came forward, a departure from the
usual practice of discharging offenders. He also
assigned soldiers to help impoverished towns
near the base with medical care, school repairs
and other aid.
General Tolson retired in
1973 as deputy commander of the Continental Army
and for the next four years was secretary of
North Carolina's Military and Veterans Affairs
Department. His decorations included the
Distinguished Service Cross and the
Distinguished Flying Cross. He was a past
president of the Association of the United
His survivors are his wife,
the former Margaret Jordan Young; two sons,
David C. Tolson of Atlanta and John J. Tolson of
Arlington, Va., and a daughter, Harriet B.
Tolson of East Haddam, Conn.
Charles J. Hartis
3 JULY 1991
– Staff Sgt. 3rd
Battalion, Co. I of the 503rd - passed away on July 3rd,
1991. He was very proud
in the Army, especially the 503rd. He was only 68 when he
died as a result of Lung Cancer.
diagnosed when he was 61. He started out in Monroe, NC
to Fort Jackson
– Fort Bragg