Monthly Archives: September 2014

Dorothy Davis, 57th Field Hospital

In the dead of winter with snow and sub-zero temperatures at times, U.S. soldiers, with the help of allied forces, fought brutally during World War II against Hitler’s army at the Battle of the Bulge between Dec. 6, 1944 and Jan. 28, 1945.

Dorothy S. Davis
Dorothy S. Davis

Not far from the frontlines, Dorothy Steinbis-Davis, RN, served the wounded—many of whom suffered from frostbite and other cold-related injuries—and saw many more casualties as they were brought to her small detachment, part of the 57th Field Hospital.

Working in the mobile unit, made up of four physicians, a dentist, a medical administrative officer, five nurses, several enlistees and a small surgical team, proved to be a demanding and exhausting task for Davis.

“Our patients were those who were critically wounded and needed extensive nursing care,” said Davis, a 2nd lieutenant with the U.S. Army Medical Corps. “The mortality rate was high—at times, over 20 percent. This was emotionally difficult. A patient you had over the past 12 to 15 hours, and whom you thought would survive, may have died when you returned to work after a few hours of sleep.”

With gun fire ringing out just a short distance away, Davis shared that there were many times when she and her crew didn’t know if they were going to be able to evacuate before the area was overrun by Germans.

“Transportation in these situations was always a grave problem,” she said.

She added, “You are afraid but on the other hand, you really had to stay focused on what you were doing.”

Though Davis’ detachment wasn’t officially assigned to the Battle of the Bulge, they were on the “French rim,” just close enough to treat any wounded in the area. At one point, the small detachment supported 24 battalions of troops, including a number of civilians who required emergency medical care before they could be transported to civilian hospitals.

“I can distinctly remember crawling into my bedroll after one exhausting day and thinking, ‘My God, what if we should lose the war?’”

During the Battle of the Bulge, Davis recalled how the hospitals often suffered from mass confusion particularly with the continuous need for blood and not knowing the state of the combat situation. Between October 1944, when Davis’ detachment first joined the Theater of Operations, and April 1945, the hospital moved 40 times.

Davis explained that many of the moves took place at night in blackout conditions so that the roads would be available during the day for use by the tanks, infantry and the Red Ball Express, a fleet of over 6,000 trucks and trailers that delivered over 400,000 tons of ammunition, food, and fuel to the Allied armies.

When possible, a schoolhouse or large building was selected for a makeshift hospital. On several occasions, Davis said that her crew would move into a building still occupied by a German hospital.

Because most of the buildings were so war-ravaged, Davis said that oftentimes patients on litters would be waiting for medical service to arrive. Nurses and doctors would immediately have to begin preparing the patients for surgery while the enlistees set to work cleaning the area, setting up a generator for electricity and assembling an X-ray unit, operating room and post-op ward.

By mid-March, as the war was nearing the end, the entire 57th Field Hospital was assigned to Toul, France, to care for 355 Allied national patients, most of whom were Russian, as well as Yugoslavian, Serbian and Polish nationals, who had been liberated from the Germans.

The prisoners, who had been forced by the Germans to work in the lime mines near Metz, France, suffered from tuberculosis, osteomyelitis (infection of the bone caused by the seeding of the bacteria within the bone from a remote source), mine injuries and various nutritional diseases.

“[The prisoners’] state had been reduced to one of animals in their struggle for existence,” said Davis, who helped improve their health status so they could withstand their return trip to Russia.

Davis said the devastation and destruction around her could scarcely be imagined—roads littered for miles with debris and cities destroyed to almost non-existence. But her job in Europe was not over yet.

When her unit reached Germany, they worked at several air strips to serve as air holding hospitals before the wounded were air evacuated back to the United States once physically able. Some days, Davis and her crew saw up to 1,000 patients come through.

For three or four hours before a flight, the medical staff would feed, medicate and change the patients’ bandages.

“Many of them had never been on an airplane before so we really tried to make them feel comfortable and tried to control their worries,” said Davis. She learned many years later that the planes, used to bring food, gasoline and equipment to Europe, were soaked in gasoline. Not a good mix when there were several oxygen tanks set up for patients to withstand the long flight home.

After the war, Davis married a member of the 57th Field Hospital, Col. William V. Davis, an Adjutant from Illinois who had served in the U.S. Army since 1938 and who survived the bombing at Pearl Harbor.

Though Davis retired from the U.S. Army after serving two years, she continued to use her nursing skills volunteering with the American Red Cross, an organization she still dedicates her time to—as a registered nurse—60 years later. Over the years, she helped run school health programs, provided immunizations and eye checks, and has volunteered for numerous other activities.

Davis, who originally wanted to be an “airline stewardess”—a profession that required a nursing background—soon realized that nursing was her love. Several years before graduating from nursing school at the University of Minnesota, she not only signed up for the American Red Cross when representatives came to her hospital to recruit nurses, but she also enlisted in the U.S. Army, which would recruit her as soon as she graduated, passed her boards and turned age 21.

“I fell in love with nursing and then when the war came along there was no thought of becoming an airline stewardess,” said Davis. “The Nurse Corps changed my whole life.”

 

 

Kansas Chapter to dedicate bench at Eisenhower Museum

The Kansas Chapter of the Veterans of the Battle of the Bulge’s annual reunion is held toward the end of January to commemorate the end of the battle. This year we are partnering with the Dwight D. Eisenhower Museum in Abilene, Kansas. We want to plan a two-day event on Saturday, January 24, 2015 and Sunday, January 25, 2015. We also want to dedicate a granite bench at the Eisenhower Museum on behalf of the Veterans of the battle.

vbob bench

Because of the age of our Veterans (92 is the average of our group), we are in need of transportation, lodging, food, and other items that obviously we don’t have the funding for to reach as many of the Veterans (current and new) that we possibly can. The logistics of getting Veterans from all over the state of Kansas is not an easy one and we don’t want any of them to miss this event honoring them.

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Report and photos submitted by Mark Collins, Chapter President

Heart warming story from an Airline Captain

My lead flight attendant came to me and said, “We  have an H.R. on this flight.” (H.R. stands for human remains.)

“Are they military?” I asked.

‘Yes’, she said.

‘Is there an escort?’ I asked.

‘Yes, I’ve already assigned him a seat’.

‘Would you please tell him to come to the Flight Deck. You can board him early,” I said…

A short while later a young army sergeant entered the flight deck.  He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier.  He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier.

The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us.  ‘My soldier is on his way back to Virginia ,’ he said.  He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.

I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no.  I told him that he had the toughest job in the military, and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers.  The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand.  He left the Flight Deck to find his seat.

We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure.  About 30 minutes into our flight, I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin.

‘I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is also on board’, she said.  She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home.  The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left.

We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia .  The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear.  He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival.  The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane.

I could hear the desperation in the flight attendant’s voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. ‘I’m on it’, I said.  I told her that I would get back to her.

Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages.  I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio.  There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher.  I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted.  He said he understood and that he would get back to me.

Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher.  We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family.  I sent a text message asking for an update.  I saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:

‘Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you.  There is policy on this now, and I had to check on a few things.  Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft.  The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side.  A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family.

The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal, where the remains can be seen on the ramp.  It is a private area for the family only.  When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home.

Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans.  Please pass our condolences on to the family.  Thanks.

I sent a message back, telling flight control thanks for a good job.  I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father.  The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, ‘You have no idea how much this will mean to them.’

Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing.   After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area.  The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway.  It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit.  When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.

‘There is a team in place to meet the aircraft’, we were told.  It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane.  As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller, we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers.  He did that and the ramp controller said, ‘Take your time.’

I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake.  I pushed the public address button and said:  ‘Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking: I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement.  We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect.  His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life.  Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold.  Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX.  Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter.  Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first.  Thank you.’

We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures.  A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door.  I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see.  I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit  the aircraft.

When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands.  Moments later, more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping.  Words of ‘God Bless You’, I’m sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane.  They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.

Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made.  They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.

I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA.

Foot note:

I know everyone who reads this will have tears in their eyes, including me.  Prayer chain for our Military… Don’t break it!  Please send this on after a short prayer for our service men and women.

They die for me and mine and you and yours and deserve our honor and respect.

‘Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands.  Protect them as they protect us.  Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need…  In Jesus Name, Amen.’

When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our troops around the world… There is nothing attached.  Just send this to people in your address book.  Do not let it stop with you.  Of all the gifts you could give a Marine, Soldier, Sailor, Airman, and others deployed in harm’s way, prayer is the very best one.

GOD BLESS YOU!!!

Thank you all who have served, or are serving.  We will not forget!!!!

 

 

A request to NBC news by Randy Varuso, Associate

Dear NBC News,

I was unable to locate where I could submit a story request on the NBC Web Site for the Nightly News, so if the person who receives this could possibly forward it to Brian Williams or Tom Brokaw, or the right person who can get it to them for consideration I would greatly appreciate it.

I think this would be a heartwarming 2014 Christmas Story for the Nightly News and would like Brian or Tom to consider airing it. In watching them over the years tell stories of our veterans, I feel they can deliver the heart felt emotion of our recent find, to celebrate and honor the life of my Uncle Jack Varuso, an American World War II Army Soldier from New Orleans, Louisiana, and tell the story of how my dad, his only brother who never truly got over his death 70 years ago, has finally gotten another bit of peace and closure recently discovered in a second and a half of old World War II film footage.

My Uncle Jack like all of the family was born in New Orleans. At just 18 years old he boarded a train, just blocks from where the National World War II Museum sits today, never to be seen again by his only brother and family until now. With this winter and Christmas in particular marking the 70th Anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge, I have located in all probability the last film footage of my uncle Jack alive, taken December 26, 1944 in Bastogne Belgium, after a fierce battle with the German’s on Christmas the day before.

What makes our story interesting, is since the loss of his only brother, my father Frank Varuso has watched hours and hours of and countless World War II film footage over the past 70 years looking for his brother. Over the years and on many occasions watching the old footage with him, my father would say his brother was out there somewhere. For years he stared at the faces of soldiers hoping for just a glimpse of his brother.

Recently as a gift to my father, my older brother “Jack” (named after my Uncle Jack), and recently retired from the Air Force sent him “THE WAR”, a Ken Burns directed and produced DVD set about World War II aired on PBS. On an afternoon visit with my father, I noticed the DVD set and inquired as to where he had gotten them from. My dad, who served in the Navy during World War II, and always eager to talk about the war and military told me about the DVD’s, and mentioned one DVD in particular (Episode Six – The Ghost Front) highlighted some of the Battle of the Bulge battles fought under horrific cold and snow conditions in the Ardennes Forest and on Christmas Day in 1944 in the Town of Bastogne Belgium.

My dad knew it would interest me, because like my dad in recent years I had become increasingly interested in my uncle’s whereabouts in the war and often wondered how he died. At my Dad’s insistence I took the DVD’s home, where they sat on my counter for a month, with my dad inquiring every other day if I watched them. One afternoon he again inquired and I told him I would look it that night, so around 9 PM I put Episode Six – The Ghost Front in the DVD Player. As I viewed the footage, my initial thoughts were the documentary was done very well, the background music, film footage and narrative kept my interest as the story moved closer to the documented date of my Uncle Jack’s death, which was January 26th 1945.

As I continued to watched, there was this sadness I felt viewing the horrific conditions the young soldiers fought in, but it was the footage of soldiers getting a break from the harsh weather and fighting, and taking a moment to erect a small Christmas tree on December 26, 1944 in Bastogne Belgium that really captured my interest. The soldiers seemed to be relaxed and it appeared moral was good that day after breaking through the German Army that had surrounded them in the Town of Bastogne the day before on Christmas. With that, the camera panned over to several soldiers standing together, and for a second one of the faces, the last solider in the clip caught my eye. It seemed to have happened so quickly, I had to re-play it numerous times to finally pause it in the right spot to get a clear picture of that last solider on the end. In staring at the soldier for the first few seconds nothing registered, and then in a confused moment it hit me, it was my uncle Jack. My God, after all these years there he was.  As I sat there in the state of disbelief and amazement as to how I found him in this second and a half film clip, my thoughts and imagination could only wonder if it was a sign from him.

jack varusoBeing my Uncle Jack’s only family member to ever travel to his gravesite at the Henri Chapelle America Cemetery in Belgium a few years ago, my visit was an emotional honor and privilege, and something I will always cherish. Standing at the foot of his grave site I sensed this connection and felt I could see him and feel his presence, and now again for a moment the same emotions of this young man’s face frozen in time has a message 70 years later. Although tempted to call my dad that night and tell him, it had gotten late, so rather than have him up all night thinking about it, I waited until morning.

The next morning I went to my Dad’s home and without telling him why I was there, I placed the DVD in the player and called him over to watch. As he watched the DVD and at the precise moment I paused it, his emotions took over as he realized what he was seeing. Like me the night before, my Dad was in the state of disbelief realizing we found his brother. In looking at the paused still footage of my Uncle Jack with my Dad, we were struck by his expression. My Uncle Jack was smiling, a message and gift for my Dad written on his face. It was his smile that told us he was at peace.
Uncle Jack in Bastogne 1944

At 87 years old and in failing health, this gift to my Dad was like no other I could have ever imagined, and something else he and I will carry with us always. As to the other men in the footage with my Uncle, it will be interesting to see if any of them are still alive, and can further tell the story of that day in particular. With this year being the 70th Anniversary of the Battle of the Bulge, there is a planned Tour by a group, Veterans of the Battle of the Bulge, to Honor the Battle this December 2014.  Historians have documented the Battle of the Bulge as a turning point in in World War II that help bring it to a rapid end.

Military and Veteran Discounts for Cell Phone Service

Cell phone companies are doing everything in their power to keep customers, and sometimes, it works out in the consumer’s favor, especially when it comes to discounts. Almost all of the major cell phone carriers offer military discounts on cell phone service to current, and former service members. It’s not often that veterans are eligible for military discounts, but this is one time when you may just qualify. Let’s take a look at some of the cell phone discounts available to military members and veterans, and some of the common rules to keep in mind.

http://themilitarywallet.com/military-discounts-for-cell-phones/

Moselle River 1944 to host festivities in November 2014

logo-moselle-riverMoselle River 1944 will host its final commemorations to celebrate the 70th anniversary of the liberation of the Moselle region. The festivities will occur from November 8 – 16, 2014 in Thionville, France.

The invited divisions include the following:
3rd Cavalry Group (mechanized):  “Brave Rifles”
5th Infantry:      “Red Diamond”
80th Infantry:    “Blue Ridge”
90th Infantry:    “Tough ‘Ombres”
95th Infantry:    “Iron Men of Metz”
7th Armored:     “Lucky Seventh”
10th Armored:   “Tigers”
8th Air Force
351st Bomb Group

Additional information can be found on the following web sites:
http://10tharmored.com/moselle-river-1944.html

http://www.moselleriver1944.org/fr/invitation.html

http://www.moselleriver1944.org/fr/online-form-reply-coupon.html

Dan Santagata, 5th ID honored in Connecticut

David R. Martin, Mayor of Stamford, CT proclaimed August 23, 2014 to be Dominick Daniel Santagata Day – read proclamation

Dannel P. Malloy, Governor of Connecticut offers congratulations on August 23, 2014 the 90th birthday of Dominick “Danny” Santagata – read official statement

Richard Blumenthal, US Senator, CT wishes a happy birthday on August 23, 2014 to Dominick Daniel Santagata – read letter – read certificate

Connecticut General Assembly extends best wishes on August 23, 2014 to Dominick Daniel Santagata – read citation

Now and then
Now and then

Commemoration Ceremony in Bedford, VA-June 2014

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Jesse Bowman, 87th Infantry Division, visited the National D-Day Memorial in Bedford, VA on June 6, 2014, to commemorate the 70th Anniversary of D-Day. There were over 100 WW II Veterans from North Carolina and Florida in attendance. The Ashville NC Rotary Club sponsored the trip. The veterans were in a parade through the town of Bedford and were given a hearty welcome by the people who lined the streets and waved to them as they passed by on the way to the Memorial.

Bedford, VA was the community that had the most per capita D-Day losses in the nation. The Memorial is a tribute to the valor, fidelity and sacrifice of D-Day participants. The Memorial is encompassed by the names of the 4,413 Allied soldiers who died in the D-Day invasion.

Jessie is standing under the left corner of the sign that reads WW II Veterans Memorial Highway.
Jessie is standing under the left corner of the sign that reads WW II Veterans Memorial Highway.

Pictures courtesy of Jessie Bowman, article written by Doris Davis, Associate & President of VBOB Golden Gate Chapter.

 

2014 Reunion in SC, read all about it.

Joy, sadness at Battle of the Bulge reunion
By Henry Howard, The American Legion website – September 3, 2014

About 40 Battle of the Bulge veterans gathered in Columbia, S.C., on Labor Day weekend to share stories, interact with the public and honor the 19,000 Americans who made the ultimate sacrifice during the battle.

On Christmas Day 1944, soldiers battled not only the subzero temperatures, a blazing snowstorm and waist-deep snow, but ducked for cover from German warplanes overhead, said retired Col. Douglas Dillard, president of the Veterans of the Battle of the Bulge Ardennes.

Click here to read the full article American Legion article