As I mentioned last week, I've been writing this column for
27 years, and in that time I've had the pleasure of meeting more wonderful
people than I can count and the honor of telling their stories.
But if you were to ask me which story is my favorite, it's
easy: the men of the 442nd Regimental Combat team, the Japanese American
World War II unit that was awarded more medals, man for man, than any other military
unit in American history.
Put yourself in their position on Dec. 7, 1941. You're a
typical 18-year-old American boy, focused on baseball, cars and girls (not
necessarily in that order).
You hear the news about Pearl Harbor and immediately march
down to the recruiting office to volunteer.
But they turn you down. Suddenly, you're not an American
citizen anymore, even though you were born right here. Overnight, you've been reclassified
as 4-C – "enemy alien."
The next thing you know, you and your family have been
arrested and shipped off to a Godforsaken hellhole, euphemistically called a
"relocation camp," leaving your home, your business and all your
possessions behind, never to see them again.
But you still want to defend your country, even though it
has treated you so shabbily. You keep volunteering, and you keep getting turned
down.
Finally, by 1943, the Army is so desperate for manpower it
creates a segregated all-Japanese American unit called the 442nd
Regimental Team. All the officers are white, of course.
A few of them are decent human beings. But most, especially
the general in charge, think of you as nothing better than cannon fodder. So
they throw you into the most dangerous battles rather than risk white soldiers'
lives.
That's partly how you and your buddies got so many medals. A
lot of them were purple hearts.
After the war, you come back, get your parents and your
little brothers and sisters out of the camps, and begin the process of
rebuilding your life. And for the rest of that life, you live in a way that
brings honor to the memory of your dead comrades.
Twenty-five
years ago, the veterans of E Company of the 442nd RCT planted a
redwood sapling in Oakland's Roberts Park and placed a memorial plaque next to
it to honor their buddies who never came back.
And every year on the third Saturday in May – Armed Forces
Day - they come back to Roberts Park for a memorial service. Over the years,
that service has been broadened to include all the heroes of World War II.
This year's service will be held May 19. And, as they do
every year, the men of Easy Company invite you to join them.
Roberts Park is easy to find. Take Skyline Boulevard and
follow the signs for the Chabot Space & Science Center. About a mile before
you get to the Center, you'll see a turnoff to Roberts Park on your right.
Go though the first parking lot to the second lot beyond it,
and you'll spot me and a bunch of other people. We'll gather there at 11:45
a.m., then walk about a hundred yards into the park to the memorial sapling, which by now has grown
into a towering tree.
The service
begins at Noon. I'm looking forward to seeing you there.
3 comments:
Great piece, and great reminder. It strikes me that World War II offered more than one critical example of the maxim "Never Forget"
Vicki
There's a wonderful book titled Stubborn Twig that was recommended by librarians across Oregon. It tells the story of a Japanese American family in Hood River, OR, and includes the issues of internment camps and discrimination.
One family member came to speak at my local library and shared some fascinating stories. Sue Cowan
Thanks for keeping that important piece of history alive. Sorry I couldn't make the event. I did play a medley in tribute to our Armed Forces on Saturday at one of my nursing home shows. Wish I head read your story first so I could have included it. See you in a couple of weeks.
Barnacle Bob
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