Last night I returned home from the Ninth Air Force Association reunion in Columbia, South Carolina. It was a bitter-sweet experience. The association was founded by, and its membership consists mainly of, veterans from World War II. These hardy and intrepid souls are nearly all in the 90+ age group and they have been reuniting for 67 years. They come from all parts of the country and relive the times that were so important in their lives. Although my own service in the 9th AF was 20 years after WWII ended, I have very much appreciated the camaraderie of their reunions. Simply being a part of their group made me feel more closely connected to the days when I was just an infant and they were locked in mortal combat with a fierce enemy of Democracy. The bitter part of this reunion is that it was to be the last of a long and memorable tradition. The years have finally taken their toll and like many other veteran groups, this one can no longer defy the transition that eventually comes to all of us. Helping to make this final reunion memorable, the current IXth AF Commander, Major General Larry Wells and his wife Kathy hosted the group for an exciting tour of the facilities and aircraft at Shaw Air Force Base. Their personal attention and hospitality was extraordinary. General Wells was also the keynote speaker at the reunion banquet and shared his vision of the Air Force of the future—never losing sight of the fact that it rests on the foundation built by the veterans of WWII.
My personal thoughts on Memorial Day will of course include Bill Cramsie, who might as well have been kin to me. I wish that I could report on this occasion that the plane flown by Bill has been found, but that was not to be. The wreckage that might have been his turned out to be an unrecorded German aircraft shot down during WWII. The search for 43-9699 continues. Also in my thoughts will be my maternal grandmother's brother Melvin Roberts who died in a Japanese POW Camp in Formosa only a few months before the end of the war.
Melvin Roberts
7 Jun 1908 - 29 May 1945
Melvin was a robust French Canadian from the north woods of Wisconsin. He worked for a time in the maritime industry on the Great Lakes and joined the Army in 1938 at the age of 30. He served as a private in Company C, 1st Battalion, 31st Infantry Division and was stationed in the Philippines at the time of the Pearl Harbor attack and America's entry into WWII.
Hokusen Maru - 1945
After
surviving the Bataan Death March, the horrendous conditions at
Cabanatuan, the wretched hell-ship Hokusen Maru, and the constant
forced labor, Melvin could not conquer the beriberi that years of
malnutrition had vested upon him. He died on May 29, 1945. In 1949, as
part of the effort of the American Graves Registration Service, his
remains were recovered from the grave at Shirakawa in Formosa and
transferred to the National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific at Honolulu
where they remain today. As a youngster, I heard many loving tales
about Melvin and even then realized how much his loss was felt by those
who loved him.
2 comments:
It is with much pride that I compliment you on a job well done as you memorialized William Cramsie and your great Uncle Melvin and many of their comrades who have fallen during war times while protecting our freedom. Wayne you do these fallen soldiers a well deserved honor by your caring words. I am so happy to be a part of your life and get to share your feelings first hand.
I very well remember and loved my uncle Melvin Roberts. As a young girl, I received a telegram from him sent through the Red Cross. It was the only word that our family ever received from him while he was a prisoner of war.
Betty J. Sayles
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