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Showing posts with label D-Day Fallen. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 5, 2016

Identifying D-Day Fallen: John E. Anderson

D-Day was almost 72 years ago, but the memories are still vibrant, the pain of the losses hasn’t faded, and many mysteries remain unsolved. We’re pleased to report, however, that this month one of the heroes of D-Day will come home and receive the long-overdue recognition which circumstances until now have denied him. It’s a compelling story.

John E. Anderson
John Emanuel Anderson of Willmar, Minnesota, was a Motor Machinist Mate 1st Class in the US Navy on June 6, 1944. He served as part of the crew of LCT-30 (Landing Craft Tank), delivering part of an anti-aircraft battalion to Omaha Beach in the thick of the fight. That noble vessel entered the field of D-Day legend with a “damn-the-torpedoes” charge against the beach obstacles, many of which had been submerged by rising tide by the time LCT-30 arrived.

Although the ship completed its mission safely, in withdrawing from the beach it was hit by a German shell and the engine room where Anderson was stationed flooded. He was the only fatality reported in official records for that craft; however for reasons never fully explained his body was listed as not recovered.

(The rest of the crew abandoned ship and hit the beach, where several were wounded by enemy fire or shrapnel. They were eventually able to evacuate, but their beached vessel, now without a working engine, remained for days afterwards and is seen in the background of many post-D-day photos).
Some assumed Anderson had been buried at sea by his shipmates later. Others that his body washed out into the channel, never to be seen again. What didn’t occur to anyone was that his remains and his identity might have simply become separated.

Back in Willmar, Anderson’s parents and family mourned. They no doubt relived their grief, mixed with a twinge of pride, when John’s name went onto the “Tablets of the Missing” at the Normandy-American cemetery. And they went to their own graves never knowing where the mortal remains of their son were.

Now fast forward to 2009. A researcher (who has made it his mission to help give a name to the unidentified remains of American military personnel) contacted John Anderson’s family. An elderly sister survived; plus many of the next generation who felt immense pride in their kinsman’s service. The researcher claimed to have evidence that John’s body had not, in fact, been lost at sea, but had been recovered from LCT-30 and had been listed as unidentified burial X-91, lying in an anonymous grave in Normandy.

The only way to be sure, however, was to do DNA testing on surviving relatives and on the remains in X-91. The family was more than willing, but the military took much more convincing. What they hoped would be a matter of months turned into more than six years.
However, patience and persistence paid off, and last fall the remains were disinterred and brought to the US for DNA testing. The results were conclusive. The body in X-91 could only be that of John E. Anderson. Later this month, he will be laid to rest next to his parents in Wilmar in a special ceremony.

It’s been six dozen years since 2,499 American men laid down their lives in a valiant effort to complete their mission in Normandy. One of those men now has come home. A 72-year-old mystery has been solved; a grieving family now has closure to a painful memory of loss. We as a nation can take the opportunity to honor John Anderson and the other men who died alongside him. They completed their mission to, in Ike’s words on that fateful day, “bring about the destruction of the German war machine, the elimination of Nazi tyranny over oppressed peoples of Europe, and security for ourselves in a free world.”


Welcome home, Petty Officer Anderson, and may you rest in peace beneath the brilliant blue skies of Minnesota. The National D-Day Memorial will be sure your legacy of valor, fidelity and sacrifice never fades.  


-John

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Our D-Day Fallen: Captain Ettore V. Zappacosta

As we come into the beginning of the holiday season, we are reminded of the sacrifices made by our service men and women every day.  For soldiers of today and yesterday, the holidays were a reminder of their loved ones back home and the traditions they have here on the Homefront.  It is also during this season that we remember all the men and women who have paid the ultimate sacrifice to protect our country.  On December 11, 2015 at 6pm we will open the gates of the National D-Day Memorial for free admission to begin our weekend luminary event.  Like every year, we are lighting 4,413 luminaries – one to represent each of the soldiers who were killed in action on June 6, 1944.

Captain Ettore V. Zappacosta
These luminaries will be lit in honor of servicemen, like Captain Ettore V. Zappacosta. He was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania in 1915. Although there is not much about his early years, it seems as if he moved to Washington D.C. to live with the Rabil family in 1940, just before the U.S. became involved in the war.

He was the Captain of Company B of the 116th Regiment of the 29th Division of the U.S. Army during World War II. His company loaded from Weymouth-Portland to head towards Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944 on his transport, the Empire Javelin.

“When we left the Empire Javelin and boarded the landing craft, Captain Zappacosta was the first man at the front. I was behind him, being his radio operator. He was very quiet going in. He was not a talkative man anyways, but he was very, very quiet on the trip in…. “ – Pvt. Bob Sales, Zappacosta’s Radio Operator, in an interview in 1999

“When the ramp dropped, Zappacosta was first off. He was immediately hit. Medic Thomas Kenser saw him bleeding from the hip and shoulder. Kenser, still on the ramp, shouted, "Try to make it in! I'm coming." But the captain was already dead. Before Kenser could jump off the boat he was shot dead. Every man on the boat save one (Pvt. Robert Sales) was either killed or wounded before reaching the beach.” -Stephen Ambrose, in his book, D-Day June 6, 1944: The Climatic Battle of World War II


Not only did Zappacosta valiantly lead his men into battle in the wake of the devastation on Omaha Beach with Company A, his ultimate sacrifice led to freedom for France, Europe, and the rest of the world. Zappacosta is buried in Yeadon, Pennsylvania at Holy Cross Cemetery. 

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Our D-Day Fallen: PFC Lawrence A. Roberts



Hello everyone,

Saturday is quickly approaching as we prepare to commemorate the 71st Anniversary of D-Day.  As we gather together today to pay homage to the brave soldiers, sailors, and airmen who participated in the largest amphibious invasion in history, let us not forget those who gave their lives in service to their countries, the Allied nations, and the idea of liberty.  Throughout this week we will be sharing with you stories of those men who were killed-in-action on 6 June 1944.  We hope you join us on Saturday at 11AM for a special ceremony in remembrance of the valor, fidelity, and sacrifice shown by the soldiers, sailors, and airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force.  For more information about the events this Saturday, please visit our website at www.dday.org. 


Roberts before the war
One of the great delights that I have working at the Memorial is spending time with D-Day veterans and getting to speak with family members of D-Day servicemen.  The following account of PFC Lawrence Roberts was sent to me just this last week from his nephew. A special thank you goes to Alan Roberts for sharing this information.



Private First Class Lawrence A. Roberts

Born on 7 February 1924 in Inman, New York (Franklin County), Roberts was one of twelve children.  In the early 1940s, he decided to move to Auburn, NY where many of his older siblings had relocating after marriage.  It was here that he attended Port Byron High School and worked in the defense industry.  Auburn was home to the American Locomotive Company and in 1942 they were in a great expansion of the commercial plant facilities to accommodate wartime production needs of diesel engines and turbo chargers. 

Roberts was inducted into the service February 1943 in Auburn and was placed in the 299th Combat Engineer Battalion with many other men from the Auburn/Buffalo region.  In March 1943, men began arriving at Camp White in Oregon for training in the 299th Combat Battalion.  Training included close order drill, extended order drill, practice rifle marksmanship, use and types of engineer tools, rigging, bridge construction, and basic demolition.  In April 1944 it was time for the battalion to move to England aboard the S.S. Exchequer – a cargo ship converted to troop transport ship.  Roberts, like majority of the men in the 299th, was from NY and watched that familiar skyline fade from view knowing that it would be a long time, if ever, before they would set eyes on their homeland again.

A Company, 1944 - Roberts is pictured 5th row, 9th from left
More training and preparations ensued after reaching England.  Then the day arrived.  On 1 June 1944, men gathered in the embarkation areas at the Port of Weymouth.  Explosives were loaded aboard LCM’s and the men in LCA’s transported out into the harbor where they were loaded and embarked onto the HMS Princess Maud and LST’s.   For the next few days, men spent their time receiving regulations, briefing, practicing battle stations, preparing explosives, practice debarkation, and briefing on the latest intelligence reports concerning the beaches. 

At 0030 on 6 June 1944 the men were awakened, breakfast was served and by 0200 men and equipment were made ready for the operation.  Roberts would be among some of the first men to hit the Easy Red sector of Omaha Beach at 0633 with Company A of the 299th Combat Engineer Battalion.  Eight assault teams of the 299th Engineer Combat Battalion landed in three sectors with the mission of clearing eight 50-yard gaps in the underwater obstacles.  This Battalion was the only Engineer unit to land on both American beachheads on D-Day.  By 0715 support boats were landing; however, Infantry was pinned down by heavy, deadly mortar and artillery fire.  Five of the eight gaps the 299th had been assigned were blown. 

In a letter received from Michael Accordino, fellow Engineer and member of his assault boat team, it is believed that Roberts was killed in action (the first causality of the invasion for his hometown) along with several other members of the assault boat team when explosives they had placed went off prematurely.   Roberts was interred in Normandy with so many other servicemen who were killed in action on D-Day and throughout the Overlord Campaign. Until the day she died, Roberts' mother flew his service flag every summer day - reminding everyone of the sacrifices their family, their community, and this country made on that fateful June day.  







Until next time, 

Felicia 



B Company Guidon from 6 June 1944; National D-Day Memorial Foundation Collection




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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Flames of Memory/ Our D-Day Fallen: Private First Class Jack G. Powers


Hello Everyone!

D-Day Luminaries. Picture provided by Mark East Photography
Three days from now the entire Memorial (and road leading up to the site) will be lined with luminaries for our "Flames of Memory" and "Christmas in Wartime" Events. Each light in honor of a D-Day fallen soldier, all 4,413 of them. Also, there will be luminaries dedicated by loving family members of their own fallen soldiers through various conflicts. It is a beautiful and moving reminder of the sacrifice and bravery of our Allied soldiers on one of the bloodiest invasions of World War II, as well as the brave men and women who have given their lives in service of their country. It would be a privilege for you all to come out to the site and support us and our heroes. December 12 through the 14th, 6 pm to 9pm, and the site will be open (free admission) to all those who want to pay their respects.

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I would also like to take the opportunity to introduce you all to another of our D-Day Fallen, Private First Class Jack G. Powers. A loving and caring member of the Bedford Boys and community.

PFC Jack Powers

Jack Powers was an extremely lovable and caring man, recalled his sister Eloise. He and two of his brothers enlisted into the National Guard and were eager to set off on an adventure. At twenty-one years old, Jack and his brother, Clyde, stood on the train platform, while the band played, awaiting the train to New York.

Jack was a skilled musician and dancer. He practiced guitar daily and could jitterbug better than any man in town. Jack’s uncle Harold Wilkes was also in formation on the platform. You could say it was a family affair. In fact, the Powers brothers’ were one part of thirty-three sets of brothers who stormed the beaches on D-Day.

While in England, Powers received the rare honor of being chosen for the 29th Division’s Rangers, an elite combat unit, essentially the American version of the British Commandos. Company A was improving by leaps and bounds in England. Many of the men gained at least seven to ten pounds of muscle over the course of their training and many other talented soldiers were selected for advancement. 

Since Power’s was promoted to the Rangers unit, that meant being separated from his friends and family. Even though he was excited and honored to be part of the elite group of men, he still missed his Company A family. When his Rangers unit was disbanded, Powers was upset that he had spent so much time training apart from them, but was eager to return. So eager in fact that he was considered AWOL for a bit and was stripped of his sergeant’s stripes by Captain Fellers.

PFC Powers grave in Normandy.
When it came time to launch the invasion, Powers was very nervous and seemed distressed, which surprised some of the men because Jack always came across as level headed and calm. The ex-ranger was just as nervous as the rest of the men.

Powers did not make it through the invasion but his brother Clyde had. Like so many other sets of brothers, many lost one, if not all, of their family that day. Clyde was overcome with sadness at the loss of his brother but he had to continue on with his mission, just like so many others, including fellow Bedford Boy Roy Stevens, who lost his brother Ray. Each man dealt with his grief differently. Some took it out in their fighting, killing as much as possible, while others suffered in silence, frozen by sorrow. Clyde, in particular, suffered survivor’s guilt at the loss of his dear brother.



I hope you all will be able to join us and I recommend bringing some tissues because you will be moved to tears.

Take care and keep warm,
Elizabeth

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Our D-Day Fallen: Sergeant Weldon A. Rosazza


Hello All,

Thanksgiving is just around the corner. It is a time to give thanks, appreciate family, and care for those in need. The Bedford Boys spent many months in England and, for many of them, missed the holidays with their families for the first time. It was hard on all of them, not only were they not with their families, but they were practically worlds apart. They also knew there was a chance they would never see their loved ones again, but they could count on each other for support. Today I want to remember one of our D-Day Fallen, Sergeant Weldon Rosazza.
Sergeant Weldon A. Rosazza
 Weldon Rosazza was considered a buck private when he joined the National Guard in 1939 at the age of nineteen. Named after an Italian town, Rosazza was an extremely handsome man who had all the luck with the ladies. By D-Day, Rosazza had earned his Sergeant stripes. He was considered the most sophisticated of the Bedford Boys, partially due to his short time in Washington D.C. as a child and his constantly neat appearance. He and John Clifton ran around southern England winning the hearts of many English ladies.
Rosazza grave in Normandy

 Ivybridge was a particular town the GI’s favored. Almost every weekend you could find the boys in town drinking and carrying on. As time wore on and the soldiers became comfortable and disgruntled at times, testosterone was high and the entertainment low. Ivybridge was a place the soldier’s could relax and feel normal for once. 

They ate ‘good’ pub food, played darts, read the local news, listened to American jazz on the radio, and gossiped with each other and the townsfolk. It was a regular home away from home. It was also a chance for the GI’s to hear the BBC radio reports of what was happening in Europe. Every night, just before 9 pm, the town would silence, awaiting the reports through the wireless. They would hear reports from all over, from the Russian front, to the fighting in Africa, even the slow progress through Italy. By 10 pm, the bar would close and the boys hiked back to their barracks where they had some personal time to write letters or read.
British "War Brides" coming to America after the war.

The Bedford Boys were also attending many dances and entertainment at the American Red Cross’s Tidworth House, a mansion that adjoined the 29th headquarters. There the men could meet English ladies, some for the first time, at weekly dances. Many of the women were part of the Land Army in charge of agricultural production for Britain. These women were used to wartime rations and bombings so American soldiers were the perfect companions for them. Quite a number of American’s became engaged or married to English girls they met while training. They were known as “War Brides”.

I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday and remember your loved ones. 

Take care,
Elizabeth