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"Tribute To A
True
Hero"
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This
is
the eulogy
I delivered at the presentation of having my uncle's name
added to the Madison County,
Arkansas,
recognition
memorial on the court house lawn. They have a large granite, headstone
shaped
memorial with all the names on it. I found
that his name was missing and with the help of the county and the
VFW
and American Legion and they had his
name cut in the stone. They asked me to be the
principal
speaker and I accepted, though it was tough.
They
had all
these white haired Legionaires with their M1s and Flags, all in
the American Legion uniform. The
third
grade
was
there to sing America the Beautiful and God Bless America, several speakers spoke, and my
emotions
were rampant.
But the hardest
thing
for
me to do, which God layed upon me was the poem I read at the end of the program. I have
added it
at the end of this printing, Bill, your brother
in arms and in Christ. Lest we forget.
Bill
McDonald, CW3
USA Ret., Korea and VN
Nephew of Joseph
Paul, Thank you so
much
for
your kindness and thoughtfulness. Bill.
.
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"Hell Ships"
Japanese prisoner of
war
transports.
.
You are in hell!!
You are on board a
Japanese
prisoner of war ship
during
World War II.
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JOSEPH
D. NELSON
PFC U.S. ARMY
8 OCT 1916~24 OCT 1944
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A
Defender
Of
The Philippine
Islands
7 DEC 1941~6 MAY 1942
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Purple Heart
Medal
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Prisoner
Of War
Medal
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Combat Action
Ribbon
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American Defense
Medal
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American
Campaign
Medal
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Asisatic-Pacific
Campaign Medal
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World War II
Victory Medal
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Philippine
Presidential
UnitCitation
Ribbon
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Philippine
Defense Medal
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Philippine
Independence
Medal
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Joseph
D.
Nelson
was born on a "rock" farm in Combs, Madison County, Arkansas, October 8, 1916. His father was Joseph
E.
Nelson and his mother was the
former Ethel Jamison, of Oklahoma. She was a small woman, part
Cherokee, and there were two
sisters ages 2 and
4.
He grew up to be
5' 5
1/2
inches tall, 6 inches taller than his mother and two
sisters, and he weighed 121 pounds. His mother
and
sisters weighed less than 100 pounds
when
they
were adults. His oldest sister was my mother. Clara Elizabeth (Nelson) McDonald. She met my father at John Brown
School,
where they fell in love and left
school
and
went to Tulsa and were married there. Ethel and Joseph were divorced prior to 1920 and she went off to
Tahlequah
and married a man named Davis and
had
one son named Jack. The family migrated to the San Diego area in California and they found work in the ship
building
there.
When
WW
II
came along, Joseph answered the call to duty and joined the Army,
from all I can find, on Jan 6, 1940.
Odd
that
January 6 is his dads birthday and mine. The next place we find him is
the Southwest
Pacific Area, in a Beleaguered status
from
December 8, 1941, to and including May 6, 1942, and a missing in action status on and subsequent to
February
10, 1942 when the international Red Cross
informed
the Department of Army that he was a Prisoner of War, and that status was terminated on 16
June 1945
when evidence concidered to be sufficient to
establishe the fact of death on October 14, 1944 was recieved by the
Secretary of War.
Who
just happened
to be my cousin, Frank Pace, Jr, on my father's side. Now, I have said all that to say this.
My uncle Joseph
Nelson,
a
Madison County son, went through hell on earth. And his family did as well. If you can imagine what they
went
through from December 1941 to after
June
16,
1945, not knowing anything about their son and brother? The Army notified his younger sister Velma, as he had
listed
her as next of kin,
and my mother was
there
when the phone call came in. It devistated them, as you
can imagine. The younger sister went into shock and
never
fully recovered. My mother fell
into a
trauma
of hatred for the Army and the Japanese Army to such an extent that she was discharged from the army and
joined
the Red Cross as a uniformed
participant.
Her
husband at the time was one of General Chenaults Flying Tigers. It was so distressing that no one in
the
family ever brought up the subject.
Joseph was an
Infantry
man,
wounded, and serving as a clerk in the 2nd General Hospital when he was captured. He was a POW in various
camps
in the Philipines, the last one
being in
Manila,
I believe. He was in the infamous Bataan Death March. The last Prison Camp he was in, the prisoners
were
dieing from malnutrition.They had
to bury
their
own dead. One prisoner relates that they had
to carry the litters on their shoulders as their arms were not strong
enough to hold them. They did not
even
have strength enough to dig holes and cover them and soon simply
scraped dirt over them and the next rain would uncover them.. The
count was up to as many as 80
per day at the end.
There
was a staff of Chaplains there who
had
better
treatment as they were useful to the Japanese in that they could keep peace amongst the prisoners. These
Chaplains
took over the duty of burying the
dead.
They
are to be commended. There were three aboard the Arisan Maru, the ship that our own submarine sank, which my
uncle
was on.
The International
Red
Cross
had extablished rules of war which required all nations to show the red flag on any transport vehicle of
prisoners,
but the Japanese merchant ships
refused
to comply
with that rule. The ship was hit slightly aft of
mid ships and folded
slightly. The prisoners
were
in the front of the ship and it
took 2 to
3
hours to sink. When the Crew abandoned ship, they cast off all
life boats, and cut the ropes that
were the only way for
the
prisoners to climb out of
the hold or get
back
into it. But some prisoners that were atop managed to get most out, but many could not swim.
There were about 8
US
prisoners atop doing cleanup duty and a couple of civilians and one or two Australians. Out of 1805
prisoners,
7 Americans escaped alive and 2
managed to
make
it to Formosa and freedom. the rest were recaptured. 5 managed to reach China in a boat. These figures
vary
from one report to another, so it is
not
cut
in stone.
There were other
Japanese
ships in the area and they refused to rescue any of the prisoners that swam up to their ships. a few
were
picked up by Japanese Navy
and sent to
Formosa.
(There was one ship that took on a few, but I am not aware of it being more than 5 men.)
I would be
terribly
negligent
if I didn't mention the inspirational dedication of
Father Tom, a Catholic Chaplain, who is a hero in the
archives
of history. He had time to go
around to
every prisoner offering absolution, or seeking the prayer of salvation, from every prisoner there. It gives me a
great
peace of mind knowing this, as a
dying
man will
very quickly call on God, as we all know. I shall read this final story with Joseph in mind.
Rest in peace
Private
Joseph
Nelson, United States Army, Prisoner of War, Killed in Action, World War II, Purple Heart.
I PRAY FOR HEALING
AND
CLOSURE
FOR MANY PEOPLE.
MAY OUR GOD BLESS YOU
ALL.
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http://harrisonheritage.com/adbc/arisan.htm
To view the roster of
the
1,800 prisoners of war.
Bill McDonald, CW3
USA
RET,
Korea and VN
Retired County
Chaplain,
Andrew County Missouri
.
The
Final
Inspection
.
The soldier stood and
faced
God
Which must always
come to
pass.
He hoped his shoes
were
shining
Just as brightly as
his
brass.
"Step forward now,
you
soldier,
How shall I deal with
you?
Have you always
turned the
other cheek?
To my church have you
been
true?"
The soldier
squared his
shoulders
and said, "No Lord, I
guess
I
ain't
Because those of us
who
carry
guns
Can't always be a
saint.
I've had to work
most
Sundays
And at times my talk
was
tough,
And sometimes I've
been
violent
Because the world is
awfully
rough.
But, I never took
a penny
That wasn't mine to
keep
Though I worked a lot
of
overtime
When the bills got
too
steep.
And I never passed
a cry
for
help,
Though at times I
shook
with
fear,
And sometimes, God
forgive
me,
I've wept unmanly
tears.
I know I don't
deserve a
place
Among the people here,
They never wanted me
around
Except to calm their
fears.
If you've a place
for me
here,
Lord,
It needn't be so
grand,
I never expected or
had too
much,
But if you don't,
I'll
understand."
There was a
silence all
around
the throne,
Where the saints had
often
trod,
As the soldier waited
quietly,
For the judgement of
his
God.
"Step forward now,
you
soldier,
You've borne your
burdens
well,
Walk peacefully on
Heaven's
streets,
You've served your
time in
Hell."
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