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To: rdb3
Thanks for this great article. During my Civil War research, I had the opportunity to meet, interview and correspond with a fine gentleman from Concord, Mass., who at one time had been a member of the Triple Nickel. For privacy purposes, I will keep his name simple and call him George. George afterword transferred to the 372nd, and eventually retired from the service holding the rank of Colonel.

His grandfather was one of the first to enlist in Company A of the famous 54th Massachusetts. He was also the last survivor of that same unit. George's grandfather was with the unit all through the war, having run away from school the day he enlisted. He was wounded twice during the Civil War...once at the attack on Battery Wagner (July 18, 1863), and again at the Battle of Honey Hill (November 30, 1864).

Here are some excerpts from that interview (done in October 1990) pertaining to the 555th:

"When I went into the Airborne, we were segregated from the 82nd Airborne. We had our own special unit there - 555 - we call it the "Triple Nickel." As a matter of fact, they just dedicated a bridge in Virginia to that organization - that outfit, and we were overtrained, just preened all the time. Our guys got so good at jumping from airplanes, we could exit from an airplane and put a chalk mark on the plane - that's not easy to do. We jumped out - we could exit from an airplane in about 10 seconds; other troops would take 15-20 seconds. We were good - you could look up and see these guys come out as close to each other as possible. It was nothing inherent, it was just that repetition, repetition. What happened with us is that we volunteered to go overseas. And that's the dumbest thing in American History, to get people to volunteer to be killed. But, we volunteered to go in on D-Day. The "Triple Nickel" got all set to go - I had left the unit and joined the 372nd and what was the 92nd. And they got all ready to go and got all packed - said goodbye to their families - were put in planes and flown to Oregon to fight a forest fire.

General Gavin, the Commanding General of the 82nd...he was a really good guy, great, great General, youngest General, age 34. He wanted to correct that and even went to Washington and asked them to integrate us into the 82nd. I think he made 3 or 4 trips and finally it was accomplished, but not before he had a battle with the white troops. Black troops were segregated right up until the 24th was in Hawaii. They really gave the United States the first victory in the Korean War. So, Truman integrated from that point on. I think I was one of the first group of company commanders to command integrated groups in Korea.

I didn't mind it too much in World War II. It was a big thril for me. I was 18 when I got commissioned. Of course it was everything I thought it was going to be, a lot of shooting - house to house, things like that. In Europe, you could hole up in a house, get comfortable for a few minutes. Korea was altogether different. We were on Heartbreak Ridge."

Here are a couple of excerpts from that same interview pertaining to his grandfather:

"I remember that on Memorial Day, there'd be a ceremony at the monument and the National Guard would participate in that. My grandfather always took me along. They used to dress me up in a sailor suit of all things. We would march up Beacon Street and when we'd get to the reviewing stand, he'd always tell me to "stick out your chest." Then, I remember getting passed around to these G.A.R. women and they'd grab me and squeeze the life out of me...I used to hate that. They'd kiss me and I'd hate that. Every year they would do that, all the G.A.R. veterans and he turned out to be the very last one. He was at the unveiling of the monument (Shaw Memorial in Boston).

Then, he went to Gettysburg. That was the 75th Anniversary. President Roosevelt selected my grandfather to go and they lined up in the field - rebels on one side and Union on the other. He said he was lined up in front of what he thought was an officer and then he found out that somebody else was supposed to go to the officer. He was supposed to go to this soldier and he said the soldier had a real mean look on his face...he had a look like he was looking way out in space. And so, my grandfather said, "I'm wondering if he's going to offer his doesn't matter to me one way or another, if he does or doesn't." They both decided to extend the hand at the same time. I guess this poor old rebel guy was thinking the same thing. The rebel said to him: "75 years ago, I was shooting at you, and you were shooting at me, and thank God we both missed."

It's been at least a couple of years since I corresponded with George. The last time I believe was when someone was trying to get approval to develop Morris Island, S.C. (where Battery Wagner once stood). Sometime in the mid-90's, he began the "Glory Brigade," that would actually become a reenactment unit of the 54th Massachusetts.

George, if you're out there, I want you to know how grateful I am that you took the time to share the memories of your grandfather's service with me. It was a great pleasure having met you and your family, being welcomed into your home, and allowed to dig into your childhood memories. I only wish that I had spent more time getting you to tell me about your service years. I'm sure you had alot of stories to tell and I hope that someone will put it all down in writing one day. It would be a best seller. Thanks for being such a good and gracious man and may God Bless you and yours.

2 posted on 05/26/2003 6:52:31 AM PDT by mass55th
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To: mass55th; mhking
That's cool. Where can I get the rest of that interview?

Doing bad things to bad people.

3 posted on 05/26/2003 4:39:48 PM PDT by rdb3 (Nerve-racking since 0413hrs on XII-XXII-MCMLXXI)
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