Happy Veterans Day!
To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with lots of pride in the heroism of those who died in the country's service and with gratitude for the victory, both because of the thing from which it has freed us and because of the opportunity it has given America to show her sympathy with peace and justice in the councils of the nations.
With those words, Woodrow Wilson proclaimed the first Armistice Day on November 11, 1919, one year following the signing of the armistice that ended the First World War. Congress called for Calvin Coolidge to issue a similar proclamation by concurrent resolution in 1926, and the day was made a legal holiday in 1938. In 1954, Armistice Day was changed to Veterans Day, to honor all the aviators, sailors, and soldiers who served their country in uniform.
My grandfather, who fought in the First World War, never liked the change; he regarded Armistice Day as the special province of veterans of the Great War, and preferred to honor other American combat veterans separately. William Allen King was inducted into the service in Abbeville in September 1917, served with the Allied Expeditionary Force in France, and was honorably discharged from the U.S. Army as a private first class at Camp Gordon in July 1919, at least according to the framed copies of his discharge papers and enlistment record I have in my home.
Also in my home are the framed medals of Will King’s brother-in-law, Ernest Wilton Cook, who was inducted into the service in April 1941 and served as a private first class in the U.S. Army’s 43rd Infantry Division, which came to be known as the "Winged Victory Division" after Albany native John H. Hester was replaced as commanding general by Leonard F. Wing. For his service in places like Guadalcanal and Luzon in the Second World War, Ernest Cook was awarded the American Defense Service Medal, the Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal (with one bronze arrowhead and three bronze service stars), the Bronze Star, the Combat Infantryman Badge, the National Defense Service Medal, the Philippine Liberation Ribbon (with one bronze service star), and the Purple Heart. My father, Wilton King, was named for his uncle.
Ernest Cook’s grandfather, Isom Nathaniel Underwood Cook, served in the 10th Infantry Battalion of the Army of the Confederate States of America, spending time as a prisoner of war in Maryland before returning to South Georgia after the War Between the States. Because his home was in Andersonville, which served as a constant reminder of the War, he moved to Wilcox County, where my family resides to this day. I.N.U. Cook is buried in a private family cemetery near Pineview.
In short, I, like many Americans, have much family history bound up in Veterans Day, and, by whatever name the holiday is known, it has been a big day for our country, as well as for college football fans. On Friday, November 11, 1932, for instance, the Georgia Bulldogs played the Clemson Tigers at Fort Hill for the first time since 1906, and the Greenville News reported that it was to be "the greatest celebration to be staged on the Clemson campus since 1922 when Coach Charlie Moran brought the famous Centre eleven here to draw a record attendance."
Although that Armistice Day kickoff was set for 2:00 in the afternoon, the festivities were scheduled to get underway at 10:30 that morning, complete with exhibition drills and honor guards. Booths were constructed to register the attendance of the many alumni who were expected to be present for homecoming, and box seats were built to accommodate the up to 5,000 spectators who would be in attendance at Riggs Field.
The governors of the Palmetto and Peach States were at the game, and such visiting coaches as Auburn's Sam McAllister, Furman's Dizzy McLeod, and Georgia Tech's Bill Alexander and Bobby Dodd were spotted in the press box, from which they were scouting one or the other of the combatants. The halftime celebration featured foot races, mule races, and drills by the cadet corps Senior Platoon. A tea dance was slated to begin in the field house immediately following the football game.
Judging by the comments and fanposts frequently appearing here, I would estimate that the four most common career paths pursued by regular Dawg Sports readers who have completed their formal classroom education are (in alphabetical order) accounting, law, the military, and teaching. Accountants don’t get a federal holiday because they make the rest of us suffer through April 15; teachers don’t get a federal holiday because they get July; lawyers don’t get a federal holiday because . . . hey, wait a minute; why don’t lawyers get a federal holiday?
Anyway, getting back to the topic at hand: several of the veterans who post here regularly have made it very clear just how much their connection to the day-to-day folkways of civilian existence, including but not limited to the emotional ties athletics inspire, matters to them when they are far from home and in harm’s way. Those of us whose professions do not call upon us to risk life and limb in defense of venerable ideals and millions of our countrymen whom we will never meet have responded with tiny yet heartfelt expressions of gratitude, such as the tip of the cap offered to McSlugger as a regular part of our game day comment threads.
Brave men and women of every background, ideology, and, yes, even team affiliation voluntarily wear the uniform of our country and sacrifice their comfort, their safety, and even their lives, paradoxically surrendering many of their own freedoms for the preservation of the rest of ours. Whether you have the day off in commemoration of the occasion or are going in to work today, whether you know this as Armistice Day or as Veterans Day, be sure to express your gratitude to the many veterans whose service has made it possible for us to enjoy the luxury of being concerned with such ephemeral matters as intercollegiate athletics, and take a moment to send up a prayer for the safe return home of the aviators, sailors, and soldiers whose service we too frequently take for granted.
Happy Veterans Day. God bless America.
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Nice article TK.
My great-grandfather fought with Phillips Legion, Robert E. Lee’s Army of Northern Virgina all the way from Fredricksburg to Getttysburg and surrendered with Lee at Appomattox Court House. My dad and his twin brother were in the US Navy WWII.
I did my own version of ’South versus North" with two tours in Vietnam, serving with the 1st Infantry Division and the 11th Armored Calvary.
Missed a lot of Georgia games during that period but still kept up them via the service newspaper ‘Stars and Stripes’ (which actually had a great sport section). Never forget sitting at Fire Base El Paso near Cambodia and reading that the undefeated ’68 team (8-0-2) had lost the Sugar Bowl to Arkansas 16-2.
Thanks to all veterans everywhere for your service
Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the Dawgs of war; - Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 1
big salute to you - 1st ID and 11th Cav.
"One thing I will never do as long as I’m at Georgia is lose to Florida." - Herschel Walker
Huge salute for your service.
I think Erk Russell could have kicked Clint Eastwood and John Wayne's butts with a corn cob and one hand tied behind his back. GATA!
Thank you
for your service.
"If we score, we may win. If they never score, we'll never lose."
-Erk Russell
Amen, Kyle
My grandfather, the late Thomas Watson Dalton rode a Harley Davidson motorcycle all over France during the Great War, spotting for the artillery. My other grandfather, the late George Washington Lyle, who was born to late for WWI and too early for WWII, was a civilian aircraft electrician at Robins AFB in the 1950’s and 1960’s, mainly keeping B-52’s airworthy. My father was a radioman in the Air Force in 1950-52 in Europe and North Africa.
To all those who serve, have served and are planning to serve our great country, I thank you.
"...maybe a couple bottle rockets/light the fuse/point it out the window and watch it/ okay, maybe not, nevermind/ let's be responsible/where's the moonshine?
Pearl Harbor occured 3 days after my Dad turned 16.
He was a freshman at UNC and to hear him tell it was about to flunk out anyway so joining the Navy sounded like a good plan. He joined up with his mother’s permission that week and served in the Pacific, ending his duty with the post war occupation of Okinawa. Then back to Chapel Hill.
I was always skeptical about the flunking out part —-my Dad was the smartest person I have ever known.
But now when I think about what 16 looks like now. . . . . . . . . . .
The greatest generation.
Neat history, Kyle.....
My own beloved late father who passed away nine months ago was in the Army Air Force of WW2, shot down about 50 miles north of Berlin on 6/21/1944, spent the rest of the war in the German Luftwaffe’s POW camp in Sagan (formerly eastern Germany, now Poland). He and his fellow prisoners were pulled out of there in January 1945 in the face of the advancing Red Army, and marched on foot all the way down to Bavaria where there were liberated in the spring. My own 3 year Army service of 1974-77 was MUCH less eventful.
It is great to read about your grandfather’s WW1 service, our Armistice Day veterans are now almost all gone. Only surviving WW1 veteran is Frank Buckle up in Charlestown WV. Local paper here in the Bay Area carried an article within the past year or so about a local HS history teacher who had assigned projects for his class. Several of the kids got together and decided that they wanted to interview the oldest veteran who was able & willing to do so. Their teacher located Frank Buckle, talked with his relatives who spoke with him, he was glad to have them come back east to visit and talk. He drove a horse-drawn ambulance, evacuated wounded from the front. Only other WW1 veterans left are one British and one Canadian, I think. Last five years saw the passing of the last German, French, Russian, Austrian, Oyalian and Turkish veterans from that war, the seminal conflict of the very troubled 20th century.
Last surviving veterans from our nations wars:
1. Three Revolutionary War veterans loved into the 1860s, long enough to be photographed, awarded pensions by the Federal govt.
2. Last War of 1812 veteran, Hiram Vonk, died in 1905; his funeral was captured on film (I believe youtube has it).
3. Last Mexican War veteran passed away in 1930.
4. Last Civil War veterans lived well into the 20th century, long enough to be captured in sound films as all who saw Ken Burns’ 1990 documentary are aware. Last Union vet died in 1956; some dispute over who was the last Confederate: maybe Pleasant Crump of Alabama on 1951 or possibly later.
5. Last veteran of the Indian Wars on the plains died in 1973.
5. Last Spanish-American War veteran – some time in the 1980s I think. This was the first war in our nation’s history to be filmed in real time, so to speak.
Heartfelt respect and tribute to veterans of all our nation’s wars.
wow - thank you for that info.
"One thing I will never do as long as I’m at Georgia is lose to Florida." - Herschel Walker
You're welcome...sorry about typos
“ITALIAN” veterans, not “Oyalian”;
Revolutionary war veterans LIVED well into the 1860s, no doubt with the love & respect of their families, friends and the Nation;
Last surviving War of 1812 veteran was Hiram CRONK, not Vonk, and his 1905 funeral is available for viewing on youtube.
Don't worry about the typos.
They happen, and comments can’t be edited after the fact, due to the conversational nature of comment threads.
I agree with tankertoad; that was some very cool information.
What is the nature of the dispute over the last surviving Confederate veteran? I would think that was one of those things (like the relative ages of the Georgia-Auburn and North Carolina-Virginia rivalries) that was verifiable by using public records (or, at least, family Bibles).
Go 'Dawgs!
Many though not all Confederate military records...
…went up on smoke as Richmond caught fire during the last days of the war. So a large number of Confederate veterans did not have CSA records of their service although there were lots of other contemporaneous records: letters, newspapers, dispatches, etc. The Federal Govt established pensions for Union Army vets as the 19th century ended. The individual Southern States established pensions for their Confederate vets.
The last Confederate veteran for whom there was undisputed documentary verification of service was Pleasant Crump of Alabama was with the Army of Northern Virginia when it laid down its arms at Appomattox. He died in 1951 but at that time there were several others then living who did not have any kind of CSA military documentation, but had varying degrees of less conclusive proof. Georgia’s William Bush who died a couple years later was I believe, a long-standing member of the Confederrate Veterans organization and had also been receiving a pension from the State. After the last Union Army vet, Albert Wiilson, died in 1956, two men claimed to be surviving Confederate veterans. Both were receiving pensions, John Salling from VA and Walter Williams in TX. However, neither had any other kind of documentation or contemporaneous association over the previous decades. Salling died in 1958, and I remember well the headlines I saw as a 10-year old in December 1959 that Walter Williams, supposedly the last veteran of the War, had died at the claimed age of 118 y/o. President Eisenhower issued a proclamation in memory.
Salling and Williams are now widely considered to have not been genuine Confederate veterans, through research of census and other records and documents, this was written & dscussed at length in an article of the magazine Blue and Gray in 1991, I think. The author surmised that they applied for CSA pensions during the hardscrabble Depression era of the 1930s, when even $25 or $30 a month could keep a person alive – State employees could easily mistake a man in his 80s for a man in his 100s. So that is the ambiguous and I guess inconclusive history of the last Confederate veteran, to this point at least.
Last Union Army vet....
Albert WOOLSON, not Wilson. The historian Bruce Catton mentioned having met him in the earlier 20th century, I think.
Thanks indeed
How can I ever adequately thank those to whom I owe my very freedom to be grateful? My namesake fought in Germany and Korea, rising to be Lt. Col. in the artillery. I have visited graves of kinsmen from both sides of my family who fought on both sides of the Civil War.
Outstanding post as usual...
Here is to everyone that has had any affiliation with the United States Armed Forces. I’m truly grateful for your service and sacrifices.
Freedom is not free!
I Forgot That It Is Veteran's Day
Happy Veterans Day. I guess I needn’t bother checking my flipping mailbox. No real worries. It probably would only have been some of those crap magazines I didn’t want but those two overbearing and persistent girls from Lee Scott refused to leave here until I purchased subscriptions.
Stephen1980, I think I'm pretty tolerant regarding your sometimes quirky comments.
This, however, may not be the comment thread in which to go off-topic glibly.
Thanks for your understanding.
Go 'Dawgs!
Thanks
to all our Veterans out there. Always a great site to see a Georgia “G” flag being held by our boys in Baghdad on ESPN this morning. Best fanbase ever. Thanks again.
by InternationalDawg on Nov 11, 2010 4:26 PM EST via mobile reply actions
I'd like to take a moment to honor the memory of
my uncle, SSgt. C.D. Griner, Jr.
He landed at Normandy (after the June 6 invasion) on June 11, 1944 as part of the 30th Infantry division, 119th Infantry Regiment. He fought at the bloody Battle of Mortain which was essential to the eventual breakout across France. Fighting his way through France and into Belgium, he was captured on October 6, 1944 as part of a recon patrol near the Siegfried line just inside of Germany. He endured much hardship, having been shot during his capture, and was eventually liberated by the Russians as they invaded eastern Germany. His treatment by the Communists might have surpassed the cruelty endured at the hands of the Germans as he was not repatriated immediately upon his “liberation.” He passed in 1994. He rarely spoke of what he experienced, but told me a few stories that, to this day, keep me proud of him and his comrades as well as a cause to pause and thank God that I never had to endure what he and so many others did.
I would like to also remember a great Georgian, Henry T. “Hammerin’ Hank” Elrod. He was a medal of honor winner and attended Georgia and Yale University prior to his enlistment in the Marines. If you are not familiar with his story, do yourself a favor and read a little bit about this American Hero.
Lastly…a shoutout to my cousin: Lt. Fritz Little just back from Iraq FOR GOOD! Welcome home.
"If we score, we may win. If they never score, we'll never lose."
-Erk Russell
Nice article TKK
Just adding my two cents and saying Thanks to ALL the veterans who put their lives on the line so that we have the freedoms we so enjoy.
And, to the Dawg fans, here’s hoping for a good game on the Plains Saturday.
DWWD -- WDE!
Thanks, ATL_AU_FAN.
You’re good people. Here’s hoping we have a good game.
I would say “may the better team win,” but I think we both know I don’t want that to happen! :)
Go 'Dawgs!
Nice post
Your uncle, John James King, served in the U. S. Air Force during the Korean War era – although he never went to Korea. He was stationed in England, Morocco, and several places in the good ole USA.
The cemetary you mentioned is less than 1 mile from my house. Hope to see ya soon.
It's a gas, gas, gas.
My bad.
I knew he was a Korean War-era veteran—-some of his Air Force regalia hung in the closet just to the left of the front door of our grandparents’ house—-but it slipped my mind.
Thanks for setting me straight. I certainly didn’t mean to exclude him.
Go 'Dawgs!
by T Kyle King on Nov 12, 2010 11:56 AM EST up reply actions
Come on down when ya get a chance.
Hope to see ya over the holidays.
It's a gas, gas, gas.
by Keith Richards on Nov 12, 2010 12:56 PM EST reply actions

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