Dad's name was Alpha Omega Hawkins. I'd like to rmember him and his brother, my uncle Eual Lee Hawkins. When WW2 started, Dad was stationed at Schofield Barracks on the Island of Oahu, Hawaii. He was in the artillery and said he was a "radio man" he used to tel me. He joined the Artillery so he could get stationed close to home, and Fort Sill, Oklahoma is where the Artillery school was then, and is still located. He was raised just 20 miles from the fort.
He said when the Japanese Planes flew over the middle of the island on their way to Pearl Harbor, they passed over him and others in chow line waiting for their breakfast. He said some in the chow line fell, and at first noone knew what to make of it. He and others he said ran to the supply room, broke the door in, got weapons and shot at the Japanese planes. After that he came back stateside as cadre training others as a drill instructor, and in ealy/mid 1944 he went to Europe and was in Patton's 3rd Army. He was in England, France, Luxenurg, Belgiun, Holland, and Germany. He talked about the Battle of the Bulge, the Black Forest, Hurtgen Forest, and another river -- I don't know if it was Roer or Ruhr. I think he said Ruhr. Afterwards when I looked it up it seems there were battles at both places. At the end of the war he was back in England where he spent several months in a hospital. He always said he liked the English and that they treated him like a king, like he was special. He was a very humble man, and frankly, I could never picture him being a drill sargeant -- he wasn't like my memories of what a DI was like. As I recall, they were mean, angry, and yelled all the time -- especially at me. Although dad didn't have a lot of medals, he had some, and to me he was very special. He died in 1992.
Also wanted to mention one of Dad's brothers, Uncle Eual Lee Hawkins. He joined the Army when he was very young, I believe just 17. He was in the infantry, and was killed just before the breakout from Normandy on Julu 19, 1944. Dad used to say he was saddened because his brother was buried in France, and he said no one wanted t be buried there. Everyone wanted to come home. No one from the family has ever visited my Uncle's grave as he is so far away, and that saddens me.
Dad had another brother, Uncle Joe, who was on several Pacific Islands. I remember Palau being mentioned, but I forget the others.
Vance Hawkins