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JAG HUNTER here: remembering my father 79 years later: 8 November 1942 World War II: OPERATIONTORCH!! Monday, 8 November 2021The JAG HUNTER Website: https://thejaghunter.wordpress.com
Walter Francis Fitzpatrick, JR., Captain, Medical Corps, United States Navy
THE SECRETARY OF THE NAVYWASHINGTON The President of the United States takes pleasure in presenting the PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION to theUNITED STATES SHIP COLEfor service as set forth in the following CITATION: “For outstanding performance as guide for the first wave of landing boats in the attack on Safi, French Morocco, November 8, 1942. Under crossfire from enemy coast defense batteries and machine gun emplacements, the COLE, proceeding through a narrow harbor entrance in total darkness, effectively countered hostile opposition, disembarked a company of U. S. Army assault troops, and supported their attack by accurate fire from her main battery. Her distinctive fulfillment of a difficult and hazardous mission contributed materially to the victorious achievement of the Southern Attack Group.” For the President /s/ Frank Knox
Secretary of the Navy FROM THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANKMonday, 9 November 1942The biggest surprise came from Mr. Van Daan when at one o’clock, he announced that the British had landed in Tunis, Algiers, Casablanca, and Oran. “This is the beginning of the end,” everyone was saying, but Churchill the British Prime Minister, who had probably heard the same thing in England, said: this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps the end of the beginning.”Only eighteen days following the start of OPERATION TORCH, whereupon my dadNavy Doctor, Lieutenant Walter Francis Fitzpatrick, Jr. and his shipmates in USS COLE (DD 155) survived a suicide amphibious assault into the French Moroccan city of Safi, the movie CASABLANCA splashed on to the silver screen for the first time.CASABLANCA, which was rushed out several months before its originally planned 1943 release, premiered in New York City on Thanksgiving Day, 1942. The Hollywood reporter raved: Here is a drama that lifts you right out of your seat. The New York Times called it highly entertaining and inspiringa picture which makes the spine tingle and the heart leap.As near and dear to the heart as CASABLANCA is today, audiences in 42 had an especially unique perspective. The world was embroiled in desperate conflict as the Nazi regime spread its savage poison across Europe, and the events on the screen mirrored events on the global stage. As Variety noted: By curious quirk of fortune, history-making caught up to this picture set against a background of French Morocco, and its timeliness assures big box-office reception. Only a few days ago, world interest rested in the town of Casablanca, with the landing of Allied forces there and bare mention of the name still excites the imagination. (Courtesy of MGM and Turner Entertainment)
(Assigned to OPERATION TORCH with USS COLE and USS BERNADOU)
MENU
One sailor in USS COLE was shot through the lungs during the assault. My dad stitched up and treated his wounded shipmate who survived to enjoy his 1942 Thanksgiving dinner. The man reported to full shipboard duty a month later.Cream of Tomato Soup a la CasablancaFruit Cocktail SaltinesChicken and Turkey en Casserole a la HewittBaked Spiced Spam a la Capitaine de VaisseauGiblet Gravy Cherry DressingButtered Asparagus Tips a la FedalaChantilly Potatoes a la PattonButtered June Peas de Safi Scalloped TomatoesCranberry SauceHot Parker Rolls du LyauteyButter JamApple Pie a la Michelier Strawberry Ice CreamMixed Nuts du Jean BartSweet Pickles Ripe OlivesCigars CigarettesCafe Noir
Commander Greg Palmer, my dads skipper, was awarded the Navy Cross for his performance of duty during OPERATION TORCH.
Captain Palmers citation reads:
The President of the United States of America takes pleasure in presenting the Navy Cross to Lieutenant Commander George Goldston Palmer (NSN: 0-63369), United States Navy, for extraordinary heroism and distinguished service in the line of his profession as Commanding Officer of the Destroyer U.S.S. COLE (DD-155), during the occupation of the harbor Safi, French Morocco, 8 November 1942. Before daylight on 8 November 1942, Lieutenant Commander Palmer in the COLE led the first wave of assault boats to the assigned over beaches off Safi and then entered the harbor in support of the U.S.S. BERNADOU. With gallantry and intrepidity at grave risk to his own life, the lives of his crew and the embarked assault troops, he navigated his ship successfully through the unknown waters and the narrow entrance in the face of heavy gunfire from three shore batteries and several machine gun emplacements. While thus engaged he laid his ship alongside a dock and landed the assault troops. Lieutenant Commander Palmer thereafter greatly assisted the successful action of the assault troops by the accurate support fire of the COLEs main battery. The fact that this exceptional feat was accomplished in almost total darkness without loss of life and disabling damage to the COLE are testimonials to the valor, intelligence and seamanship of this gallant officer, and reflect great credit upon the United States Naval Service.
My dad was awarded the Bronze Star with with a Combat V for valor. This is the highest combination for valor awarded to medical officers performing as doctors under fire while engaged with an enemy force.MEN OF U.S. DESTROYER COLE (DD 155NORTH ATLANTIC PATROL CONVOY DUTY 1941 1942AFRICA, WE TOOK IT AND WE LIKED ITBy ROBERT WALLACE, ENSIGN, U.S.N.R.In Collaboration With PARKER MORELL(Reprinted from THE SATURDAY EVENING POST January 23, 1943, pgs. 16, 17, 76 78Editors note—This is the second of two articles by Ensign Wallace and Mr. Morrell)One of our African Invasion force describes the perfection of American planning—tells how out boys learned to outbargain the natives, frustrate cheerful Arabs bent on larceny.
Even after we had landed a good many thousand American troops on the beaches at Safi, French Morocco, the city was not yet ours. That landing, successful as it was, still had to be converted into a full-scale invasion. The surrounding countryside had to be brought under our control, protecting airfields had to be captured and large-scale reinforcements kept from joining the defenders. It was a job calling for tremendous skill and organization, and it was here that all the long months of scheming and planning for this attack began to bear fruit.
Photo credit: Volume II of Samuel Eliot Morisons History of United States Naval Operations in World War II : OPERATIONS IN NORTH AFRICAN WATERS October 1942 June 1943
The big guns from the battleships offshore had silenced the coast defenses; our infantry, with hand grenades, rifles and mortar fire, had knocked out the machine-gun nests around the harbor, but Safi’s narrow, winding streets were still bitterly dominated by a garrison of French Foreign Legion troops. Confronted by superior numbers and fire power, they retreated slowly, fighting doggedly for every inch of ground.Our troops had spent months training for just this kind of fighting, and they loved it. That was another thing about the invasion which gave us so much confidence—almost everything that happened seemed to have been anticipated by the high command and preparations made to take care of it.For instance, just before we first went over the side of the transport, they told us that we were already thoroughly familiar with this landing. The commanding officer mentioned a certain maneuver we’d practiced a lot at our training school back in America. Then we remembered. At the time, we’d thought of it as just a peculiar type of night landing problem. Now that we recognized it for exactly the job we were to do in Africa, it didn’t seem nearly so difficult.The infantry reacted the same way. Our troops, having been thoroughly trained in the art of street fighting, went about the job with coolness and precision. By noon, they had the Foreign Legionnaires holed up in a stone barracks in the middle of the city. From then on, it was just a question of wearing them down and smashing them up. When enough heavy tanks had been landed from the tank carriers we’d brought with us, the job was quickly finished. Shells from the tanks’ big guns smashed those stone walls as if they’d been paper. Naturally, the Legionnaires surrendered.But even after this, there were still a lot of Legionnaires and native troops who hadn’t taken refuge in that barracks building and who, consequently hadn’t surrendered. They hid out in houses and buildings all over town and, by continual sniping made things very uncomfortable, particularly on the beaches.This action of the snipers was not so foolhardy as it seems. At Marrakeech, a city about 100 miles inland, there was another large garrison of Legionnaires. These, it was believed, were still loyal to Vichy and would arrive in time to be able to keep the Americans from entering permanently. Until those forces arrived, the snipers were resolved to do everything possible to keep us from settling down.I suppose that inland branch of the Foreign Legion was loyal, but it never had much chance to prove it. A strong force left Marrakech the day after we landed at Safi [November 9th, 1942], but didn’t get very far. Dive bombers from our carriers met and strafed them heavily. Then our light tanks and antitank units caught up with them and finished the job.Perhaps the story might have been a little different if they’d had air support. But here again, the adage of a house divided proved itself. The commandant of the airfield at Marrakech, when told the Americans were in Safi, had looked up into a cloudless sky and announced it unthinkable for his planes to take off in such a blinding storm. For three days he continued to find excuses until, finally, one bomber—either with or without his permission—came over and dripped a few incendiaries.We got the plane, of course. I sat the action out on the water. A thousand machine guns seemed to be firing at it. Line of tracer bullets converged into its fuselage from every angle. It bounced around on top of them for a moment like a ball bouncing on top of a fountain of water. Then it burst into flames and fell into the sea.There was little trouble from the natives themselves. The loyal French greeted us with open arms, the Jews were cautious but hopeful, and the Arabs, who made up by far the largest part of the city’s population, accepted everything quite impassively.There may have been a good reason for this Arab attitude. We landed on November eighth, and two days later a new Moslem month began during which it was illegal for true believers to start a war or to engage in fighting. On the other hand, they had only recently finished observing a month during which it was forbidden to eat food throughout the daylight hours. Consequently, when we arrived they were still in a rather weakened condition and, [pg. 17] even if inclined to fight, couldn’t have offered much resistance.Ashore, we told everyone that we had no interest in internal politics. We intended to leave the native government strictly alone. Our only purpose, President Roosevelt had made clear in his broadcast, was to get at the Germans. When we had finished this job, we were going to get out. The Arabs mulled this over for a while. Coming in from the transports, we could see hundreds of them sitting motionless on the cliffs, presumably making up their minds. At first, they looked like a row of tree stumps.There was something awfully grim and ominous about that scene. While those Arabs sat debating on the cliffs, buzzards soared and wheeled overhead. Now and then, one would suddenly swoop down, and you knew it had spotted another nest of knocked-out French machine gunners. It wasn’t pleasant to imagine what happened after that. Finally, the Arabs decided we didn’t plan to conquer them; that we meant what we said about wanting only to drive the Germans and Vichy French out of Africa. From then on, hostilities were over, so far as they were concerned.One by one they, they started coming down to the beaches and, before long, most of them were helping load our boats.This brought up another delicate point. The Army was anxious to avoid offending the natives. Every soldier carried a booklet of African do’s and don’ts.On shipboard, an Army intelligence man who had traveled extensively in North Africa had spent hours lecturing the troops.“Never speak to or look at a native woman on the streets,” he told them. “If you don’t do anything else, for God’s sake, observe this rule. Your life and the life of every American in Morocco depends upon it.”Other vital, though amusing, advice was:“Never approach an Arab mosque. Respect the other fellow’s religion and he’ll respect yours.“If Arabs offer you coffee, drink it. If an Arab engages you in conversation for any length of time and offers you three glasses of coffee, get out! That third glass is his polite way of telling you the interview is ended.“Ninety-five per cent of the natives are Moslems. Bread is holy to Moslems. Never cut it with a knife. Always eat it with your right hand. Never drop it on the ground.”But the pay-off was this little gem:“If invited out to dinner with a native family, always leave something on your plate. This goes to the women and children who eat after you are finished.”Nothing had been said, however, about what to do when the Arabs started to steal our supplies and equipment. And that was what they were doing. Apparently, when they decided to accept us, they also decided to accept all our belongings they could lay their hands on.I saw one Arab eating powdered coffee from an Army breakfast ration that he’d broken into. He seemed to like it.The children were worse than the grownups. Of course, since they all looked alike, it was futile to try to pursue them. [page 76]All our landing-boat men were equipped with foul-weather gear—yellow oilskin coats and pants large enough to be worn over a regular uniform.These were lying in the bottom of our boats during the day, and the Arabs started to steal them. One Arab from whom a full set was taken by soldiers wailed loudly. He thought those oilskins were American pajamas and he was planning to cut a fine figure before his wives that evening.The unloading of food and equipment continued throughout most of the first week. Because only a few big boats could be docked in Safi harbor at one time, the rest had to be emptied by landing boats and whatever craft we could commandeer.
Photo credit: Volume II of Samuel Eliot Morisons History of United States Naval Operations in World War II : OPERATIONS IN NORTH AFRICAN WATERS October 1942 June 1943
The Navy had brought along a lot of highly trained machinist’s mates for this purpose. As soon as Safi surrendered, these fellows were put aboard the various boats in the harbor, with orders to get them started. The job sounds easier than it was. Some of those old tubs must have been launched shortly after the Ark. None was in good condition. Yet, somehow, those machinist’s mates got the engines going. Being French-made, all nuts and bolts were cut to the metric scale and none of our equipment would fit them. Where the men got tools to do the job, I don’t know. But within a day they had nearly everything working and, though breakdowns were frequent, they always manage to patch things up.For five days and nights we hardly got out of our boats. The endurance of the enlisted men was amazing. At night, when too tired to go any longer, we’d tie up alongside a transport and lie down in the bottom of the cockpit for forty winks. We never tried to sleep in our landing boats on the beach. There was always danger of an air raid. Out on the water, if one came, we had a chance to disperse. Lined up on the beach—particularly if the tide was out and we were some distance up on the sand—we’d have been setups for a strafing party.When we arrived, everyone saw the end of rationing in sight. The Americans were bringing their own food; officers had announced that we had no intention of living off the country, and our conquest of Africa automatically precluded further export of agricultural products to France and Germany. One week after we took over North Africa—although most natives didn’t know it at the time—American Lend-Lease had purchased more than $5,000,000 [five million] worth of supplies and equipment for these French colonies.Vichy had bled the country dry. For more than two years the Fascists had commandeered everything in sight. Morocco, normally a fertile agricultural country, was like a land upon which a blight had fallen. The Germans had been taking 80 per cent of all the vegetables, meat, wine, ore, leather, fruit, and eggs. Gasoline was an almost forgotten commodity and the few trucks we did see ran on charcoal gas. There hadn’t been any cloth shipped into Morocco in more than two years. Nearly everyone was ragged and dirty. Even the so-called white-collar class wore shirts which were considerably darker than tattletale gray. That the people were hungry goes without saying, for the only staple they’d had to exist on since the fall of France was fish, which the natives caught in the ocean and bootlegged.The tobacco situation was even worse. Cigarettes were rationed at thirty packages a year, and it is doubtful how much real tobacco even these contained. The Arabs, of course, are inveterate smokers, and nearly went crazy with joy when they found that America had not got around to rationing cigarettes. They’d work all day for a package of our smokes, and the only English phrase they picked up was “Packie schmook?”To offer them a cigarette from a package was fatal. Instead of taking one, they’d snatch the lot and run off without tossing so much as a hurried thank you over their shoulder. Even children from five on up were old habitués and I was amused to see husky Americans, who had killed Morroccans in the morning without turning a hair, register shock and amazement when they saw the soldiers’ orphans happily smoking in the afternoon.One touching example of native faith in America was displayed by a Safi innkeeper. The only liquor in the city was a weak domestic red wine that had been strictly rationed. Only the biggest café in Safe sold it. In two days this place completely exhausted its month’s supply. Then the proprietor began to work on the next month’s stock, saying that if he couldn’t sell it, at least there was nothing in the regulations to prevent his giving it away. He actually did give it away—to the officers, at least. But, we discovered, he’d made so much profit on what he’d already sold us that he was far ahead of the game anyhow.The sniping continued for three days. During this time a number of our men were wounded or killed. Those snipers were good, make no mistake about that. We all went pretty carefully when they were about, and our troops had their hands full trying to eliminate them.Casualties would have been a lot heavier without sulpha drugs which all our men carry. Of course, the complete story of the wonders of sulphanilamide can’t be told until the war is over. But the things we all saw there in Safi convinced us that in this war a lot fewer wounded men will die than in any other war.Every American soldier carries a package of sulphanilamide powder to pour into his would when he is hit. If he can’t do it, a buddy will take care of the matter for him. Besides this, certain picked men in each platoon are also given little tubes of morphine which they can inject into the most seriously wounded.I saw one man hit by a sniper’s bullet. It struck his cartridge belt, which exploded, tearing a tremendous hole in his stomach. No sooner had the man gone down than two other soldiers were at his side, with their own packages of sulpha powder torn open and ready to be poured into him. After doing this, they rushed him down to the beach, where there were special first-aid stations. Here [Doctor and Navy Lieutenant Walter Francis Fitzpatrick, Jr., Medical Corps, ship’s medical officer assigned to USS COLE (DD – 155)] took two handfuls of sulpha powder and threw it into the wound, made some hasty emergency repairs and rushed the wounded man into a landing boat out to our transport, where here was an operating room.Dr. Walter Francis Fitzpatrick, Jr., Medical Corps, USN wearing the Bronze Star with V for valor for his performance of duty during OPERATION TORCH, 8 November 1942
Coming back to America a few days later, not even the doctors who had operated gave that man much of a chance to live. In fact, they even ordered the ship’s carpenter to make a coffin for him. But the soldier and the sulpha drugs fooled everyone. By the time we had sighted land, he was well enough to be demanding his coffin to keep for a souvenir.During all the days of sniping, the Arabs would disappear like a flash just before each new wave broke out. When it died down again, they’d come straggling back. They always knew when some action was going to take place. When there were few Arabs around, or when those present looked worried, you knew a sniper was setting his sights somewhere. In the end, we figured out their system. They had wives and children strung out all around the beach to act as sniper spotters. Thereafter, when the Arabs started to fade away, so did we.This Fascist resistance inconvenienced the loyal French as well as ourselves. One day, on the beach, I noticed a man who seemed to be tearing his hair out by the handful. He was a Frenchman who owned a big white house up on a cliff. It had been taken over by snipers. A destroyer in the harbor [USS COLE (DD – 155)] was trying to drive them out. It hit a corner of the house with a 3-inch (page 78) shell and the little Frenchman jumped up and down, howling with rage. The snipers refused to surrender, so the [USS COLE] let fly with another shell, which tool off the roof. At this, the Frenchman moaned and started to tear his hat to pieces. When the snipers still refused to give up, a light tank rolled over to finish off the house at close range. I left before Frenchman died of apoplexy.Another time, about fourteen snipers were rounded up in a building and just as our infantry was about to blow them up with mortar shells, they waved a white flag. When they were brought down to the detention pen, it was discovered that two of the snipers were Vichy-French civilians. Instead of shooting them, the Army commander pardoned them and gave them the status of prisoners of war. This made our men very mad, but when the word of the action got to the right quarters, the sniping decreased noticeably.As a matter of fact, we were pretty surprised to find even two Vichy-Frenchmen among the snipers. The death rate for Fascists was running high those days. People who, prior to our arrival, had been known Axis sympathizers, or who had swanked around as Vichy officials, seem to have been taken care of pretty quickly by the loyal French. I don’t know how true it is, but I heard later that during our landing operations—as soon as it could be seen that the Americans were entering the harbor in force enough to decide the issue—the French themselves beat or killed all the Fascists they could find. None of the prisoners showed any hatred for us. All said they had fought because they were loyal to their officers, and the officers had told them to fight. No one regarded the affair as an international incident at all. It did seem to me—and a lot of other fellows as well—that during the height of the fighting many machine guns and coast-defense cannon could have been aimed to do much more damage than they did.One prisoner—a communications man who had been in charge of a field telephone and at a coast-defense battery—said his instrument never seemed to work. Of course, he smiled, the fact that he didn’t bother to plug it in most of the time may have had something to do with this.Debunking HollywoodOur Foreign Legion captives didn’t look anything like the Hollywood version. There were no comedy characters, no handsome officers, and definitely no dancing girls. They were Belgians, Frenchmen, Spaniards and Italians. There had been a lot of German noncoms too. But when they discovered the Americans had landed, the stole an auto truck and fled inland. I asked one prisoner about those Germans’ deserting, and he shrugged his shoulders expressively. “Monsieur,” he answered, “what would you?” It was no more than we expected. They were pigs anyway!” He spat as he ground out the word cochons.The Legionnaires’ uniforms were patched and ragged. The Germans hadn’t allowed Vichy to send them any decent military equipment since the fall of France. It was pretty obvious the Germans were planning to go into Africa themselves before long, and didn’t want much opposition. A great many of these men, particularly the natives, had no shoes. Those who did have shoes had worn and patched ones. A Legionnaire told me that the soles of his boots were so thin he could step on a piece of chewing gum and tell its flavor. The native troops were puttees and walked in bare feet so dirty that, at first glance, it looked as if they were wearing shoes.A lot of our men were quite impressed, at first, by having fought and beaten the Legion. They’d seen so many movies they thought it was invincible, I guess. In the flesh, though, these soldiers weren’t so formidable. They were much smaller than I thought they were going to be. I guess you’d call them short and wiry. They were very tanned; their skin was like leather. Mostly, they were quite young—from twenty-three to thirty, I’d say. Some of the noncoms were veterans of about forty-five. But not many.They wore khaki uniforms, but it was a much different color khaki from ours. There seemed to be more green and brown in it. I saw only two with kepis—those flat-topped hats with a towel down the back of the neck. The others had steel helmet with a ridge down the middle. These had a shield with the initials RF—République Français—on it. If they’d been new issue, those shields would have read EF—for Vichy’s Êtat Français.The men carried long thin bayonets on World-War-I-vintage rifles. The noncoms had their ratings indicated by slanting stripes, like our Navy hash marks. The officers’ ranks were indicated by horizontal stripes and elaborate gold-braided hats.The Legionnaires’ teeth were brown and discolored. Toothbrushes seem to be nonexistent all over Africa. Even if there were any, there still wouldn’t be any tooth powder or paste. In fact, the only cleansing agent we ever saw was a dirty, black greaseless soap that left its user dirtier than ever. Our soldiers soon found that the way to a Frenchman’s heart was to give him a bar of soap for his wife. Even strong laundry soap was gratefully accepted.The prisoners’ big stock in trade was their uniform buttons. Every American tried to get some for his girl back home. The words stamped on them—Légion Êtrangère—were irresistible. When I left Africa, the current rate of exchange was two packages of American cigarettes for one Legion button.Because I could speak French, I was made an interpreter for the prisoners working on the docks during the last day or two. I talked to a goon many of these men, trying to discover why, if they hated the Germans so much as they said they did, they had not tried to join General De Gaulle and the Fighting French. They told me that some of their comrades had deserted to the De Gaullists in Libya, but that most of them preferred to remain in Morocco, where up to the time we came, it had been safe. I saw only one captured officer, a captain. All he said was that his glad it was over and was sorry there had ever been any fighting.I talked to a civilian who had been a lieutenant in General Corap’s army at Sedan, in 1940. He was a French Jew who had managed to escape to North Africa during the armistice negotiations. He was wildly excited about the coming of the Americans and was all steamed up about the prospect of being able to fight the Germans again. He was leaving to join General Giraud’s new African army that same afternoon.This seemed to be the general attitude of all the Jews in Morocco. A number of them had settled here after the fall of France, and life under Vichy domination had not been too easy for them. When we first arrived, they were worried that we’d treat them the same way the Fascists had. Everywhere we went we were asked, “What are you going to do about the Jews?” Finally, one American private with a long hooked nose was asked this question once too often.“I’ll tell yuh, bid,” he said. “It ain’t the Jews we hate, it’s everybody with green hair. Whenever we find a guy with green hair, we got orders to shoot him immediately.”When the shooting was over and the troops started to roam around the city, there were constant squabbles between the Arabs and Americans over money changing. In less than a week, the franc rose from eighty-five to the dollar to less than thirty. When an American officer was called to settle a financial argument, he always gave the Arab the best of the deal. Once our men caught on to this fact, they stopped calling on their officers for assistance.The Arabs were great bargainers whenever they ran into an old horse trader from the Midwest, they took to him like a long-lost brother. The Arabs wanted cloth, chocolate and cigarettes. The Americans wanted gold-embroidered slippers and belts for their girls, pottery for their folks, and silver rings and cigarette boxes for themselves. Everywhere you went in the bazaars, you’d see Arabs and Americans sitting on the ground and haggling by the hour. They used sign language and high-school French, and seemed to do all right.The French, including those who were political and racial refugees from Vichy, having been saved from a fate worse than death, still were not averse to making dishonest dollar or two. In their ships, price tickets were pasted on all articles for sale. After the first day of landing operations, prices jumped about 500 per cent. We quickly learned to pull off half a dozen or price tags and pay only the amount called for on the bottom one. The French expected to dicker with us even on this, but there were so many souvenir-hunting doughboys that there wasn’t enough stock in any of the stores to go around. Some of the more progressive merchants, having disposed of everything on their shelves, presently took to selling old French newspapers brought up from their cellars.One Frenchman was even smarter, and skinned the pants off almost the entire expeditionary force. The only bank in town was closed until the occupation had been completed. We didn’t know this, however, so it gave the Frenchman his chance. He set up a kitchen table and chair in the doorway of the bank and proceeded to change American greenbacks into francs from dawn until dusk. His rate of exchange seemed to be any old figure that came into his head. Greenbacks were falling out of his pockets; I actually saw some stuffed into his shoes. For a couple of days even the officers were taken in by this fellow. Then somebody caught on to what was happening and that Frenchman went out of business very suddenly. It was the one phase of the expedition where Army Intelligence seemed to have slipped up.The Test of WarThe Arabs, in their own way, had a similar racket. They changed money by weight. It took us quite a while to realize that two handfuls of heavy copper coins still didn’t equal one American dime.But in spite of all our difficulties with the money-changers, we didn’t make out too badly. We landing-boat men were the only Navy representatives who could go ashore. On the ships, there were still hundreds of officers and sailors anxious for souvenirs from Safi. Coming back from a bout in the bazaars, we’d figure out how badly the French and Arabs has gypped us, and then we’d pass on our losses—with a slight added profit—to the men on the boat. They, in their turn, probably gypped someone else. In the Navy, everything seems to even up sooner or later.Since I’ve been back in America, the one question people have asked more than any other concerns the quality and quantity of the troops’ equipment. It’s a pleasure to answer that, and I’d like to repeat here what I’ve told them.Everyone—our own men as well as the Europeans—was amazed at the way our supplies and equipment stood up. I’ve heard a lot of stories about the poor materials American soldiers have had to use in other wars, but this time, I can assure you, it’s different.Our motors ran at top speed for days on end with never a breakdown. We dropped tons of material into the water and sand at one time or another, and when they were recovered and put to use, everything from ammunitions to packaged field rations was still in prime condition. I heard many soldiers comment amazedly on the fact that the bullets in their machine-gun belts had been so carefully inspected and sorted that they never had to stop to clear a bad cartridge out of the gun. We lived and thrived for days on field rations and, though it is true that they weren’t always as desirable as hot food, no one ever complained about either the taste or their ability to satisfy our hunger.Having superior equipment to us in action gives a fellow an awfully grateful feeling toward the folks back home. Soldiers like grousing better than anything else except eating, and when you hear not one but hundreds of men praise the quality of their weapons and their grub, the winning of this war doesn’t seem uncertain at all.PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION (click here)“U.S.S. COLE (155)
“SPECIAL ARTICLE FROM AFRICAN FRONT DESCRIBING AMERICAN ASSAULT LAST SUNDAY. EDITORS NOTE: WRITTEN BY WALTER LOGAN WITH U.S. TASK FORCES IN SAFI, FRENCH MOROCCO. NOVEMBER 9TH (DELAYED).
“A squadron of destroyers on a suicide mission paved the way for capture of this strategic port 140 miles down the coast from the French port of Casablanca. They raced into the harbor in the predawn yesterday [Sunday, 8 November 1942] and took over the docks before the French knew what hit them. Then they held off counterattacks until wave of our assault troops established beachheads; “I watched action from the signal bridge of a transport anchored a few miles offshore with my heavily armed bodyguard Lieut John H Wheldon of the army public relations. Our men crowded the starboard rail waiting for gunfire or the vertical searchlight signals indicating the docks were captured. The suicide ships [USS BERNADOU (DD 153) and USS COLE (DD 155)] began moving at four am and through the dark and calm sea. The first destroyer [ USS BERNADOU] began moving at fullspeed and went through Minefields without detection. It rounded the Safi breakwater before the shore batteries detected it.
“Searchlights flashed and tracer bullets began arching toward the destroyers. They fired back with all guns blazing as it headed directly for the beach. Huddled below decks were 150 assault troops. The Captain maneuvered the first destroyer [USS BERNADOU] full astern as they closed to shore where it struck some rocks. Assault troops began climbing down the nets. Other destroyers followed close behind the lead ship. French fire was heavy but American troops drove forward silencing nearby batteries on the cliffs overlooking the tiny harbor. I could see flashes lighting up the sky and red tracer floating toward us. Another destroyer meanwhile [USS COLE] wheeled into the docks and the men climbed ashore and began pushing inland.”
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USS COLE (DD -155) was named for Edward Ball Cole was born 23 September 1879 in Boston, Mass. One of the countrys leading experts on machineguns, he received a direct commission in the Marine Corps in World War I.
Major Cole received the Navy Cross and Army Distinguished Service Cross for heroism during the Battle of Belleau Wood (10 June 1918) in which he was mortally wounded. He died 18 June 1918 and is buried at Mouroux Cemetery, France. His decorations included the Navy Cross, the Distinguished Service Cross; as well as the French Légion dHonneur and the Croix de Guerre. Coles Navy Cross citation reads: In the Bois de Belleau, France, in June 10, 1918, his unusual heroism in leading his company under heavy fire enabled it to fight with exceptional effectiveness. He personally worked fearlessly until he was mortally wounded. His Distinguished Service Cross citation reads: In the Bois de Belleau, on June 10th 1918, displayed extraordinary heroism in organizing positions, rallying his men and disposing of his guns, continuing to expose himself fearlessly until he fell. He suffered the loss of his right hand and received wounds in upper arm and both thighs.”
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JAG HUNTER here remembering my Dad 78 years later: 8 November 1942 World War IIWalter Francis Fitzpatrick, JR., Captain, Medical Corps, United States Navy
THE SECRETARY OF THE NAVYWASHINGTON The President of the United States takes pleasure in presenting the PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION to theUNITED STATES SHIP COLEfor service as set forth in the following CITATION: “For outstanding performance as guide for the first wave of landing boats in the attack on Safi, French Morocco, November 8, 1942. Under crossfire from enemy coast defense batteries and machine gun emplacements, the COLE, proceeding through a narrow harbor entrance in total darkness, effectively countered hostile opposition, disembarked a company of U. S. Army assault troops, and supported their attack by accurate fire from her main battery. Her distinctive fulfillment of a difficult and hazardous mission contributed materially to the victorious achievement of the Southern Attack Group.” For the President /s/ Frank Knox
Secretary of the NavyFROM THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANKMonday, 9 November 1942The biggest surprise came from Mr. Van Daan when at one o’clock, he announced that the British had landed in Tunis, Algiers, Casablanca, and Oran. “This is the beginning of the end,” everyone was saying, but Churchill the British Prime Minister, who had probably heard the same thing in England, said: this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps the end of the beginning.”Only eighteen days following the start of OPERATION TORCH, whereupon my dadNavy Doctor, Lieutenant Walter Francis Fitzpatrick, Jr. and his shipmates in USS COLE (DD 155) survived a suicide amphibious assault into the French Moroccan city of Safi, the movie CASABLANCA splashed on to the silver screen for the first time.CASABLANCA, which was rushed out several months before its originally planned 1943 release, premiered in New York City on Thanksgiving Day, 1942. The Hollywood reporter raved: Here is a drama that lifts you right out of your seat. The New York Times called it highly entertaining and inspiringa picture which makes the spine tingle and the heart leap.As near and dear to the heart as CASABLANCA is today, audiences in 42 had an especially unique perspective. The world was embroiled in desperate conflict as the Nazi regime spread its savage poison across Europe, and the events on the screen mirrored events on the global stage. As Variety noted: By curious quirk of fortune, history-making caught up to this picture set against a background of French Morocco, and its timeliness assures big box-office reception. Only a few days ago, world interest rested in the town of Casablanca, with the landing of Allied forces there and bare mention of the name still excites the imagination. (Courtesy of MGM and Turner Entertainment)
(Assigned to OPERATION TORCH with USS COLE and USS BERNADOU)
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One sailor in USS COLE was shot through the lungs during the assault. My dad stitched up and treated his wounded shipmate who survived to enjoy his 1942 Thanksgiving dinner. The man reported to full shipboard duty a month later.Cream of Tomato Soup a la CasablancaFruit Cocktail SaltinesChicken and Turkey en Casserole a la HewittBaked Spiced Spam a la Capitaine de VaisseauGiblet Gravy Cherry DressingButtered Asparagus Tips a la FedalaChantilly Potatoes a la PattonButtered June Peas de Safi Scalloped TomatoesCranberry SauceHot Parker Rolls du LyauteyButter JamApple Pie a la Michelier Strawberry Ice CreamMixed Nuts du Jean BartSweet Pickles Ripe OlivesCigars CigarettesCafe Noir
Commander Greg Palmer, my dads skipper, was awarded the Navy Cross for his performance of duty during OPERATION TORCH.
Captain Palmers citation reads:
The President of the United States of America takes pleasure in presenting the Navy Cross to Lieutenant Commander George Goldston Palmer (NSN: 0-63369), United States Navy, for extraordinary heroism and distinguished service in the line of his profession as Commanding Officer of the Destroyer U.S.S. COLE (DD-155), during the occupation of the harbor Safi, French Morocco, 8 November 1942. Before daylight on 8 November 1942, Lieutenant Commander Palmer in the COLE led the first wave of assault boats to the assigned over beaches off Safi and then entered the harbor in support of the U.S.S. BERNADOU. With gallantry and intrepidity at grave risk to his own life, the lives of his crew and the embarked assault troops, he navigated his ship successfully through the unknown waters and the narrow entrance in the face of heavy gunfire from three shore batteries and several machine gun emplacements. While thus engaged he laid his ship alongside a dock and landed the assault troops. Lieutenant Commander Palmer thereafter greatly assisted the successful action of the assault troops by the accurate support fire of the COLEs main battery. The fact that this exceptional feat was accomplished in almost total darkness without loss of life and disabling damage to the COLE are testimonials to the valor, intelligence and seamanship of this gallant officer, and reflect great credit upon the United States Naval Service.
My dad was awarded the Bronze Star with with a Combat V for valor. This is the highest combination for valor awarded to medical officers performing as doctors under fire while engaged with an enemy force.MEN OF U.S. DESTROYER COLE (DD 155NORTH ATLANTIC PATROL CONVOY DUTY 1941 1942AFRICA, WE TOOK IT AND WE LIKED ITBy ROBERT WALLACE, ENSIGN, U.S.N.R.In Collaboration With PARKER MORELL(Reprinted from THE SATURDAY EVENING POST January 23, 1943, pgs. 16, 17, 76 78Editors note—This is the second of two articles by Ensign Wallace and Mr. Morrell)One of our African Invasion force describes the perfection of American planning—tells how out boys learned to outbargain the natives, frustrate cheerful Arabs bent on larceny.
Even after we had landed a good many thousand American troops on the beaches at Safi, French Morocco, the city was not yet ours. That landing, successful as it was, still had to be converted into a full-scale invasion. The surrounding countryside had to be brought under our control, protecting airfields had to be captured and large-scale reinforcements kept from joining the defenders. It was a job calling for tremendous skill and organization, and it was here that all the long months of scheming and planning for this attack began to bear fruit.
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The big guns from the battleships offshore had silenced the coast defenses; our infantry, with hand grenades, rifles and mortar fire, had knocked out the machine-gun nests around the harbor, but Safi’s narrow, winding streets were still bitterly dominated by a garrison of French Foreign Legion troops. Confronted by superior numbers and fire power, they retreated slowly, fighting doggedly for every inch of ground.Our troops had spent months training for just this kind of fighting, and they loved it. That was another thing about the invasion which gave us so much confidence—almost everything that happened seemed to have been anticipated by the high command and preparations made to take care of it.For instance, just before we first went over the side of the transport, they told us that we were already thoroughly familiar with this landing. The commanding officer mentioned a certain maneuver we’d practiced a lot at our training school back in America. Then we remembered. At the time, we’d thought of it as just a peculiar type of night landing problem. Now that we recognized it for exactly the job we were to do in Africa, it didn’t seem nearly so difficult.The infantry reacted the same way. Our troops, having been thoroughly trained in the art of street fighting, went about the job with coolness and precision. By noon, they had the Foreign Legionnaires holed up in a stone barracks in the middle of the city. From then on, it was just a question of wearing them down and smashing them up. When enough heavy tanks had been landed from the tank carriers we’d brought with us, the job was quickly finished. Shells from the tanks’ big guns smashed those stone walls as if they’d been paper. Naturally, the Legionnaires surrendered.But even after this, there were still a lot of Legionnaires and native troops who hadn’t taken refuge in that barracks building and who, consequently hadn’t surrendered. They hid out in houses and buildings all over town and, by continual sniping made things very uncomfortable, particularly on the beaches.This action of the snipers was not so foolhardy as it seems. At Marrakeech, a city about 100 miles inland, there was another large garrison of Legionnaires. These, it was believed, were still loyal to Vichy and would arrive in time to be able to keep the Americans from entering permanently. Until those forces arrived, the snipers were resolved to do everything possible to keep us from settling down.I suppose that inland branch of the Foreign Legion was loyal, but it never had much chance to prove it. A strong force left Marrakech the day after we landed at Safi [November 9th, 1942], but didn’t get very far. Dive bombers from our carriers met and strafed them heavily. Then our light tanks and antitank units caught up with them and finished the job.Perhaps the story might have been a little different if they’d had air support. But here again, the adage of a house divided proved itself. The commandant of the airfield at Marrakech, when told the Americans were in Safi, had looked up into a cloudless sky and announced it unthinkable for his planes to take off in such a blinding storm. For three days he continued to find excuses until, finally, one bomber—either with or without his permission—came over and dripped a few incendiaries.We got the plane, of course. I sat the action out on the water. A thousand machine guns seemed to be firing at it. Line of tracer bullets converged into its fuselage from every angle. It bounced around on top of them for a moment like a ball bouncing on top of a fountain of water. Then it burst into flames and fell into the sea.There was little trouble from the natives themselves. The loyal French greeted us with open arms, the Jews were cautious but hopeful, and the Arabs, who made up by far the largest part of the city’s population, accepted everything quite impassively.There may have been a good reason for this Arab attitude. We landed on November eighth, and two days later a new Moslem month began during which it was illegal for true believers to start a war or to engage in fighting. On the other hand, they had only recently finished observing a month during which it was forbidden to eat food throughout the daylight hours. Consequently, when we arrived they were still in a rather weakened condition and, [pg. 17] even if inclined to fight, couldn’t have offered much resistance.Ashore, we told everyone that we had no interest in internal politics. We intended to leave the native government strictly alone. Our only purpose, President Roosevelt had made clear in his broadcast, was to get at the Germans. When we had finished this job, we were going to get out. The Arabs mulled this over for a while. Coming in from the transports, we could see hundreds of them sitting motionless on the cliffs, presumably making up their minds. At first, they looked like a row of tree stumps.There was something awfully grim and ominous about that scene. While those Arabs sat debating on the cliffs, buzzards soared and wheeled overhead. Now and then, one would suddenly swoop down, and you knew it had spotted another nest of knocked-out French machine gunners. It wasn’t pleasant to imagine what happened after that. Finally, the Arabs decided we didn’t plan to conquer them; that we meant what we said about wanting only to drive the Germans and Vichy French out of Africa. From then on, hostilities were over, so far as they were concerned.One by one they, they started coming down to the beaches and, before long, most of them were helping load our boats.This brought up another delicate point. The Army was anxious to avoid offending the natives. Every soldier carried a booklet of African do’s and don’ts.On shipboard, an Army intelligence man who had traveled extensively in North Africa had spent hours lecturing the troops.“Never speak to or look at a native woman on the streets,” he told them. “If you don’t do anything else, for God’s sake, observe this rule. Your life and the life of every American in Morocco depends upon it.”Other vital, though amusing, advice was:“Never approach an Arab mosque. Respect the other fellow’s religion and he’ll respect yours.“If Arabs offer you coffee, drink it. If an Arab engages you in conversation for any length of time and offers you three glasses of coffee, get out! That third glass is his polite way of telling you the interview is ended.“Ninety-five per cent of the natives are Moslems. Bread is holy to Moslems. Never cut it with a knife. Always eat it with your right hand. Never drop it on the ground.”But the pay-off was this little gem:“If invited out to dinner with a native family, always leave something on your plate. This goes to the women and children who eat after you are finished.”Nothing had been said, however, about what to do when the Arabs started to steal our supplies and equipment. And that was what they were doing. Apparently, when they decided to accept us, they also decided to accept all our belongings they could lay their hands on.I saw one Arab eating powdered coffee from an Army breakfast ration that he’d broken into. He seemed to like it.The children were worse than the grownups. Of course, since they all looked alike, it was futile to try to pursue them. [page 76]All our landing-boat men were equipped with foul-weather gear—yellow oilskin coats and pants large enough to be worn over a regular uniform.These were lying in the bottom of our boats during the day, and the Arabs started to steal them. One Arab from whom a full set was taken by soldiers wailed loudly. He thought those oilskins were American pajamas and he was planning to cut a fine figure before his wives that evening.The unloading of food and equipment continued throughout most of the first week. Because only a few big boats could be docked in Safi harbor at one time, the rest had to be emptied by landing boats and whatever craft we could commandeer.
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The Navy had brought along a lot of highly trained machinist’s mates for this purpose. As soon as Safi surrendered, these fellows were put aboard the various boats in the harbor, with orders to get them started. The job sounds easier than it was. Some of those old tubs must have been launched shortly after the Ark. None was in good condition. Yet, somehow, those machinist’s mates got the engines going. Being French-made, all nuts and bolts were cut to the metric scale and none of our equipment would fit them. Where the men got tools to do the job, I don’t know. But within a day they had nearly everything working and, though breakdowns were frequent, they always manage to patch things up.For five days and nights we hardly got out of our boats. The endurance of the enlisted men was amazing. At night, when too tired to go any longer, we’d tie up alongside a transport and lie down in the bottom of the cockpit for forty winks. We never tried to sleep in our landing boats on the beach. There was always danger of an air raid. Out on the water, if one came, we had a chance to disperse. Lined up on the beach—particularly if the tide was out and we were some distance up on the sand—we’d have been setups for a strafing party.When we arrived, everyone saw the end of rationing in sight. The Americans were bringing their own food; officers had announced that we had no intention of living off the country, and our conquest of Africa automatically precluded further export of agricultural products to France and Germany. One week after we took over North Africa—although most natives didn’t know it at the time—American Lend-Lease had purchased more than $5,000,000 [five million] worth of supplies and equipment for these French colonies.Vichy had bled the country dry. For more than two years the Fascists had commandeered everything in sight. Morocco, normally a fertile agricultural country, was like a land upon which a blight had fallen. The Germans had been taking 80 per cent of all the vegetables, meat, wine, ore, leather, fruit, and eggs. Gasoline was an almost forgotten commodity and the few trucks we did see ran on charcoal gas. There hadn’t been any cloth shipped into Morocco in more than two years. Nearly everyone was ragged and dirty. Even the so-called white-collar class wore shirts which were considerably darker than tattletale gray. That the people were hungry goes without saying, for the only staple they’d had to exist on since the fall of France was fish, which the natives caught in the ocean and bootlegged.The tobacco situation was even worse. Cigarettes were rationed at thirty packages a year, and it is doubtful how much real tobacco even these contained. The Arabs, of course, are inveterate smokers, and nearly went crazy with joy when they found that America had not got around to rationing cigarettes. They’d work all day for a package of our smokes, and the only English phrase they picked up was “Packie schmook?”To offer them a cigarette from a package was fatal. Instead of taking one, they’d snatch the lot and run off without tossing so much as a hurried thank you over their shoulder. Even children from five on up were old habitués and I was amused to see husky Americans, who had killed Morroccans in the morning without turning a hair, register shock and amazement when they saw the soldiers’ orphans happily smoking in the afternoon.One touching example of native faith in America was displayed by a Safi innkeeper. The only liquor in the city was a weak domestic red wine that had been strictly rationed. Only the biggest café in Safe sold it. In two days this place completely exhausted its month’s supply. Then the proprietor began to work on the next month’s stock, saying that if he couldn’t sell it, at least there was nothing in the regulations to prevent his giving it away. He actually did give it away—to the officers, at least. But, we discovered, he’d made so much profit on what he’d already sold us that he was far ahead of the game anyhow.The sniping continued for three days. During this time a number of our men were wounded or killed. Those snipers were good, make no mistake about that. We all went pretty carefully when they were about, and our troops had their hands full trying to eliminate them.Casualties would have been a lot heavier without sulpha drugs which all our men carry. Of course, the complete story of the wonders of sulphanilamide can’t be told until the war is over. But the things we all saw there in Safi convinced us that in this war a lot fewer wounded men will die than in any other war.Every American soldier carries a package of sulphanilamide powder to pour into his would when he is hit. If he can’t do it, a buddy will take care of the matter for him. Besides this, certain picked men in each platoon are also given little tubes of morphine which they can inject into the most seriously wounded.I saw one man hit by a sniper’s bullet. It struck his cartridge belt, which exploded, tearing a tremendous hole in his stomach. No sooner had the man gone down than two other soldiers were at his side, with their own packages of sulpha powder torn open and ready to be poured into him. After doing this, they rushed him down to the beach, where there were special first-aid stations. Here [Doctor and Navy Lieutenant Walter Francis Fitzpatrick, Jr., Medical Corps, ship’s medical officer assigned to USS COLE (DD – 155)] took two handfuls of sulpha powder and threw it into the wound, made some hasty emergency repairs and rushed the wounded man into a landing boat out to our transport, where here was an operating room.Dr. Walter Francis Fitzpatrick, Jr., Medical Corps, USN wearing the Bronze Star with V for valor for his performance of duty during OPERATION TORCH, 8 November 1942
Coming back to America a few days later, not even the doctors who had operated gave that man much of a chance to live. In fact, they even ordered the ship’s carpenter to make a coffin for him. But the soldier and the sulpha drugs fooled everyone. By the time we had sighted land, he was well enough to be demanding his coffin to keep for a souvenir.During all the days of sniping, the Arabs would disappear like a flash just before each new wave broke out. When it died down again, they’d come straggling back. They always knew when some action was going to take place. When there were few Arabs around, or when those present looked worried, you knew a sniper was setting his sights somewhere. In the end, we figured out their system. They had wives and children strung out all around the beach to act as sniper spotters. Thereafter, when the Arabs started to fade away, so did we.This Fascist resistance inconvenienced the loyal French as well as ourselves. One day, on the beach, I noticed a man who seemed to be tearing his hair out by the handful. He was a Frenchman who owned a big white house up on a cliff. It had been taken over by snipers. A destroyer in the harbor [USS COLE (DD – 155)] was trying to drive them out. It hit a corner of the house with a 3-inch (page 78) shell and the little Frenchman jumped up and down, howling with rage. The snipers refused to surrender, so the [USS COLE] let fly with another shell, which tool off the roof. At this, the Frenchman moaned and started to tear his hat to pieces. When the snipers still refused to give up, a light tank rolled over to finish off the house at close range. I left before Frenchman died of apoplexy.Another time, about fourteen snipers were rounded up in a building and just as our infantry was about to blow them up with mortar shells, they waved a white flag. When they were brought down to the detention pen, it was discovered that two of the snipers were Vichy-French civilians. Instead of shooting them, the Army commander pardoned them and gave them the status of prisoners of war. This made our men very mad, but when the word of the action got to the right quarters, the sniping decreased noticeably.As a matter of fact, we were pretty surprised to find even two Vichy-Frenchmen among the snipers. The death rate for Fascists was running high those days. People who, prior to our arrival, had been known Axis sympathizers, or who had swanked around as Vichy officials, seem to have been taken care of pretty quickly by the loyal French. I don’t know how true it is, but I heard later that during our landing operations—as soon as it could be seen that the Americans were entering the harbor in force enough to decide the issue—the French themselves beat or killed all the Fascists they could find. None of the prisoners showed any hatred for us. All said they had fought because they were loyal to their officers, and the officers had told them to fight. No one regarded the affair as an international incident at all. It did seem to me—and a lot of other fellows as well—that during the height of the fighting many machine guns and coast-defense cannon could have been aimed to do much more damage than they did.One prisoner—a communications man who had been in charge of a field telephone and at a coast-defense battery—said his instrument never seemed to work. Of course, he smiled, the fact that he didn’t bother to plug it in most of the time may have had something to do with this.Debunking HollywoodOur Foreign Legion captives didn’t look anything like the Hollywood version. There were no comedy characters, no handsome officers, and definitely no dancing girls. They were Belgians, Frenchmen, Spaniards and Italians. There had been a lot of German noncoms too. But when they discovered the Americans had landed, the stole an auto truck and fled inland. I asked one prisoner about those Germans’ deserting, and he shrugged his shoulders expressively. “Monsieur,” he answered, “what would you?” It was no more than we expected. They were pigs anyway!” He spat as he ground out the word cochons.The Legionnaires’ uniforms were patched and ragged. The Germans hadn’t allowed Vichy to send them any decent military equipment since the fall of France. It was pretty obvious the Germans were planning to go into Africa themselves before long, and didn’t want much opposition. A great many of these men, particularly the natives, had no shoes. Those who did have shoes had worn and patched ones. A Legionnaire told me that the soles of his boots were so thin he could step on a piece of chewing gum and tell its flavor. The native troops were puttees and walked in bare feet so dirty that, at first glance, it looked as if they were wearing shoes.A lot of our men were quite impressed, at first, by having fought and beaten the Legion. They’d seen so many movies they thought it was invincible, I guess. In the flesh, though, these soldiers weren’t so formidable. They were much smaller than I thought they were going to be. I guess you’d call them short and wiry. They were very tanned; their skin was like leather. Mostly, they were quite young—from twenty-three to thirty, I’d say. Some of the noncoms were veterans of about forty-five. But not many.They wore khaki uniforms, but it was a much different color khaki from ours. There seemed to be more green and brown in it. I saw only two with kepis—those flat-topped hats with a towel down the back of the neck. The others had steel helmet with a ridge down the middle. These had a shield with the initials RF—République Français—on it. If they’d been new issue, those shields would have read EF—for Vichy’s Êtat Français.The men carried long thin bayonets on World-War-I-vintage rifles. The noncoms had their ratings indicated by slanting stripes, like our Navy hash marks. The officers’ ranks were indicated by horizontal stripes and elaborate gold-braided hats.The Legionnaires’ teeth were brown and discolored. Toothbrushes seem to be nonexistent all over Africa. Even if there were any, there still wouldn’t be any tooth powder or paste. In fact, the only cleansing agent we ever saw was a dirty, black greaseless soap that left its user dirtier than ever. Our soldiers soon found that the way to a Frenchman’s heart was to give him a bar of soap for his wife. Even strong laundry soap was gratefully accepted.The prisoners’ big stock in trade was their uniform buttons. Every American tried to get some for his girl back home. The words stamped on them—Légion Êtrangère—were irresistible. When I left Africa, the current rate of exchange was two packages of American cigarettes for one Legion button.Because I could speak French, I was made an interpreter for the prisoners working on the docks during the last day or two. I talked to a goon many of these men, trying to discover why, if they hated the Germans so much as they said they did, they had not tried to join General De Gaulle and the Fighting French. They told me that some of their comrades had deserted to the De Gaullists in Libya, but that most of them preferred to remain in Morocco, where up to the time we came, it had been safe. I saw only one captured officer, a captain. All he said was that his glad it was over and was sorry there had ever been any fighting.I talked to a civilian who had been a lieutenant in General Corap’s army at Sedan, in 1940. He was a French Jew who had managed to escape to North Africa during the armistice negotiations. He was wildly excited about the coming of the Americans and was all steamed up about the prospect of being able to fight the Germans again. He was leaving to join General Giraud’s new African army that same afternoon.This seemed to be the general attitude of all the Jews in Morocco. A number of them had settled here after the fall of France, and life under Vichy domination had not been too easy for them. When we first arrived, they were worried that we’d treat them the same way the Fascists had. Everywhere we went we were asked, “What are you going to do about the Jews?” Finally, one American private with a long hooked nose was asked this question once too often.“I’ll tell yuh, bid,” he said. “It ain’t the Jews we hate, it’s everybody with green hair. Whenever we find a guy with green hair, we got orders to shoot him immediately.”When the shooting was over and the troops started to roam around the city, there were constant squabbles between the Arabs and Americans over money changing. In less than a week, the franc rose from eighty-five to the dollar to less than thirty. When an American officer was called to settle a financial argument, he always gave the Arab the best of the deal. Once our men caught on to this fact, they stopped calling on their officers for assistance.The Arabs were great bargainers whenever they ran into an old horse trader from the Midwest, they took to him like a long-lost brother. The Arabs wanted cloth, chocolate and cigarettes. The Americans wanted gold-embroidered slippers and belts for their girls, pottery for their folks, and silver rings and cigarette boxes for themselves. Everywhere you went in the bazaars, you’d see Arabs and Americans sitting on the ground and haggling by the hour. They used sign language and high-school French, and seemed to do all right.The French, including those who were political and racial refugees from Vichy, having been saved from a fate worse than death, still were not averse to making dishonest dollar or two. In their ships, price tickets were pasted on all articles for sale. After the first day of landing operations, prices jumped about 500 per cent. We quickly learned to pull off half a dozen or price tags and pay only the amount called for on the bottom one. The French expected to dicker with us even on this, but there were so many souvenir-hunting doughboys that there wasn’t enough stock in any of the stores to go around. Some of the more progressive merchants, having disposed of everything on their shelves, presently took to selling old French newspapers brought up from their cellars.One Frenchman was even smarter, and skinned the pants off almost the entire expeditionary force. The only bank in town was closed until the occupation had been completed. We didn’t know this, however, so it gave the Frenchman his chance. He set up a kitchen table and chair in the doorway of the bank and proceeded to change American greenbacks into francs from dawn until dusk. His rate of exchange seemed to be any old figure that came into his head. Greenbacks were falling out of his pockets; I actually saw some stuffed into his shoes. For a couple of days even the officers were taken in by this fellow. Then somebody caught on to what was happening and that Frenchman went out of business very suddenly. It was the one phase of the expedition where Army Intelligence seemed to have slipped up.The Test of WarThe Arabs, in their own way, had a similar racket. They changed money by weight. It took us quite a while to realize that two handfuls of heavy copper coins still didn’t equal one American dime.But in spite of all our difficulties with the money-changers, we didn’t make out too badly. We landing-boat men were the only Navy representatives who could go ashore. On the ships, there were still hundreds of officers and sailors anxious for souvenirs from Safi. Coming back from a bout in the bazaars, we’d figure out how badly the French and Arabs has gypped us, and then we’d pass on our losses—with a slight added profit—to the men on the boat. They, in their turn, probably gypped someone else. In the Navy, everything seems to even up sooner or later.Since I’ve been back in America, the one question people have asked more than any other concerns the quality and quantity of the troops’ equipment. It’s a pleasure to answer that, and I’d like to repeat here what I’ve told them.Everyone—our own men as well as the Europeans—was amazed at the way our supplies and equipment stood up. I’ve heard a lot of stories about the poor materials American soldiers have had to use in other wars, but this time, I can assure you, it’s different.Our motors ran at top speed for days on end with never a breakdown. We dropped tons of material into the water and sand at one time or another, and when they were recovered and put to use, everything from ammunitions to packaged field rations was still in prime condition. I heard many soldiers comment amazedly on the fact that the bullets in their machine-gun belts had been so carefully inspected and sorted that they never had to stop to clear a bad cartridge out of the gun. We lived and thrived for days on field rations and, though it is true that they weren’t always as desirable as hot food, no one ever complained about either the taste or their ability to satisfy our hunger.Having superior equipment to us in action gives a fellow an awfully grateful feeling toward the folks back home. Soldiers like grousing better than anything else except eating, and when you hear not one but hundreds of men praise the quality of their weapons and their grub, the winning of this war doesn’t seem uncertain at all.PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION (click here)“U.S.S. COLE (155)
“SPECIAL ARTICLE FROM AFRICAN FRONT DESCRIBING AMERICAN ASSAULT LAST SUNDAY. EDITORS NOTE: WRITTEN BY WALTER LOGAN WITH U.S. TASK FORCES IN SAFI, FRENCH MOROCCO. NOVEMBER 9TH (DELAYED).
“A squadron of destroyers on a suicide mission paved the way for capture of this strategic port 140 miles down the coast from the French port of Casablanca. They raced into the harbor in the predawn yesterday [Sunday, 8 November 1942] and took over the docks before the French knew what hit them. Then they held off counterattacks until wave of our assault troops established beachheads; “I watched action from the signal bridge of a transport anchored a few miles offshore with my heavily armed bodyguard Lieut John H Wheldon of the army public relations. Our men crowded the starboard rail waiting for gunfire or the vertical searchlight signals indicating the docks were captured. The suicide ships [USS BERNADOU (DD 153) and USS COLE (DD 155)] began moving at four am and through the dark and calm sea. The first destroyer [ USS BERNADOU] began moving at fullspeed and went through Minefields without detection. It rounded the Safi breakwater before the shore batteries detected it.
“Searchlights flashed and tracer bullets began arching toward the destroyers. They fired back with all guns blazing as it headed directly for the beach. Huddled below decks were 150 assault troops. The Captain maneuvered the first destroyer [USS BERNADOU] full astern as they closed to shore where it struck some rocks. Assault troops began climbing down the nets. Other destroyers followed close behind the lead ship. French fire was heavy but American troops drove forward silencing nearby batteries on the cliffs overlooking the tiny harbor. I could see flashes lighting up the sky and red tracer floating toward us. Another destroyer meanwhile [USS COLE] wheeled into the docks and the men climbed ashore and began pushing inland.”
Chart credit: Volume II of Samuel Eliot Morisons History of United States Naval Operations in World War II : OPERATIONS IN NORTH AFRICAN WATERS October 1942 June 1943
USS COLE (DD -155) was named for Edward Ball Cole was born 23 September 1879 in Boston, Mass. One of the countrys leading experts on machineguns, he received a direct commission in the Marine Corps in World War I.
Major Cole received the Navy Cross and Army Distinguished Service Cross for heroism during the Battle of Belleau Wood (10 June 1918) in which he was mortally wounded. He died 18 June 1918 and is buried at Mouroux Cemetery, France. His decorations included the Navy Cross, the Distinguished Service Cross; as well as the French Légion dHonneur and the Croix de Guerre. Coles Navy Cross citation reads: In the Bois de Belleau, France, in June 10, 1918, his unusual heroism in leading his company under heavy fire enabled it to fight with exceptional effectiveness. He personally worked fearlessly until he was mortally wounded. His Distinguished Service Cross citation reads: In the Bois de Belleau, on June 10th 1918, displayed extraordinary heroism in organizing positions, rallying his men and disposing of his guns, continuing to expose himself fearlessly until he fell. He suffered the loss of his right hand and received wounds in upper arm and both thighs.”
Share this:FacebookPrintLinkedInRedditTwitterEmailLike this: Loading... Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment NAVY CAPTAIN WILLIAM EDWARD NORDEEN: REMEMBERED HONORED! N-17 ASSASSINATION 33 years ago thisday! Tuesday, 29 June 2021 In Memoriam Captain William Edward Nordeen, United States NavyBRAVE, FAITHFUL, HEROIC!On June 28, 1988, U.S. Navy Captain William Nordeen, 51, who lived in the suburb of Kefalari, kissed his wife good-bye and walked out to his car. As he drove past a Toyota sedan parked down the street from his house, a bomb in the Toyota exploded, setting his car on fire and hurling his body into the yard of a deserted villa 45 feet away.
Partof the federal case against Mr. Reffitt is built on quicksand!
The federal grand jury indictment in the cause against Mr. Reffitt is based, at least in part (countsONEandFOURby my reading), onU.S. v. Darren Wesley Huffaccording to this Washington Post rendering:guy-reffitt-indictment-Downloadhttps://www.washingtonpost.com/local/legal-issues/rare-weapons-charge-capitol-riot/2021/06/17/9abef4ec-cf94-11eb-8cd2-4e95230cfac2_story.htmlThe federal case against Mr. Huff was based on whats been identifiedas The Madisonville Hoax. An FBI manufactured domestic terrorist charade headed by former FBI Director Robert Mueller. The Madisonville Hoax is widelyreported.
Mueller set Mr. Huff up. The FBI made up everything.
Everything!
Many criminal complaints filed with the Justice Department naming Mueller in his outlawed Tennessee adventure are in place and being ignored.
Alerts were sent out earlier this week.With Revolvers reports regarding FBI criminal adventures setting up American citizens on 6 Jan 2021 in DC, renewed scrutiny of The Madisonville Hoax is warranted:https://www.thepostemail.com/2018/04/09/robert-muellers-fbi-manufactured-madisonville-terrorism/26-april-2010-mark-a.-van-balen-sworn-affidavit-with-interlineations-1Download
Related articles:https://www.revolver.news/2021/06/federal-foreknowledge-jan-6-unindicted-co-conspirators-raise-disturbing-questions/https://therightscoop.com/watch-tucker-carlson-suggests-fbi-helped-plan-and-participate-in-capitol-riot/
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All the proof necessary regarding The Madisonville Hoax is available on request, and from several sources.THE MADISONVILLE HOAX!Share this:FacebookPrintLinkedInRedditTwitterEmailLike this: Loading... Posted in FBI MANUFACTURED TERRORISM!, GUY WESLEY REFFITT, THE FOGBOW, THE MADISONVILLE HOAX!, WILLIAM LITTELL BRYAN | THE FOGBOW’s “FOGGY, WILLIAM LITTELL BRYAN | THE FOGBOW’S “FOGGY" | 1 Comment WILD BILL FOR AMERICA: THE PERSECUTIONBEGINS! Thursday, 17 June 2021In the invasion of France on D-Day, Nine Thousand Young Americans died on just one beach Normandy. The totalnumber of deaths of U.S. and Allied forces, as well as German defenders, in those first few days and weeks of theinvasion is astounding. Yet today, tens of millions of uninformed, self-centered, spoiled, mentally lazy Americans primarily those born after 1950, are ignorant of who initially created the great American Republic; what ideals andprinciples were established as our nations foundation; what price has been paid over the decades in the preservationof our country and our freedom; and in WWII who defeated the tyranny that was engulfing the entire world, and howmany of our fellow Americans made the ultimate sacrifice. Not only do most of our two younger generations knowlittle or nothing about this subject, but they really dont care. The problem is not that young Americans are bad people.The cause, the neglect and the deficiency is that our colleges and universities have become Liberal-Left breedingrounds. It is time, indeed it is urgent, that every citizen is required to have a reasonable knowledge of this essentialinformation if the United States is to endure. Dr. John Grady
Normandy BeachA large percentage of our country doesnt know of or care about Normandy. British artist Jamie, accompanied by numerous volunteers took to the beaches of Normandy with rakes and stencils in hand to etch into the sand 9,000 silhouettes representing fallen soldiers. Titled The Fallen 9000, the piece is meant as a stark visual reminder of those who died during the D-Day beach landings at Arromanches on June 6th, 1944 during WWII. The original team consisted of 60 volunteers, but as word spread nearly 500 additional local residents arrived to help with the temporary installation that lasted only a few hours before being washed away by the tide.
9,000 Fallen Soldiers Etched into the Sand on Normandy Beach to Commemorate Peace Day.What is surprising is that nothing about this was seen here in the US. (Because our national media is essentially Leftist.) Someone from overseas had a friend that sent it with a note of gratitude for what the US started there.
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By Capt Joseph R. John, June 6, 2019 Op Ed # 436
77th Anniversary of the Normandy Landing is commemorated today, June 6, 2021, to honor the sacrifices of a generation of allies that made up the invasion force, of over 150,000 military personnel from the United States, Britain, Canada, and Free France.
In the weeks following the invasion Polish forces, and contingents from Belgium, Czechoslovakia, Greece, and the Netherland participated in the ground campaign; most also provided air and naval support alongside elements of the Royal Australian Air Force, the Royal New Zealand Air Force, and the Royal Norwegian Navy. (From Wikipedia Invasion of Normandy)
The Western Allies of World War II launched the largest amphibious invasion in history when they assaulted the beaches at Normandy, located on the northern coast of France, on 6 June 1944. The invaders were able to establish a beachhead as part of Operation Overlord after a successful “D-Day,” the first day of the invasion. (From Wikipedia Invasion of Normandy)
The Normandy invasion began with overnight parachute drops and glider landings, massive air attacks, and naval bombardments. In the early morning, amphibious landings commenced on five beaches code named Sword, Juno, Gold, Omaha, and Utah, with troops from the United States landing on Omaha and Utah, Britain landing on Gold and Sword, and Canada landing on Juno. During the evening the remaining elements of the airborne divisions landed. Land forces involved on D-Day sailed from bases along the south coast of England, the most important of those being Portsmouth. (From Wikipedia Invasion of Normandy)
Millions of Americans in the Greatest Generation came together at home to support the World War II effort, and American young men trained a home, then went into combat on foreign fields of fire, in order to secure freedom for millions of suppressed and interned people under Hitler’s oppressive National Socialist Government; 6,388 of American military personnel were lost on the beaches of Normandy, and 407,300 American military personnel were lost in WWII.
We Honor the memory of the American military personnel who gave their all, were lost in the flower of their youth, and the free world is forever grateful for their heroic effort, that led to the vanquish Nazi tyranny. God Bless their noble souls.
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Then I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for Us?” Then I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
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“The soldier, above all other men, is required to practice the greatest act of religious training...SACRIFICE!"-Five star General Douglas MacArthur told West Point cadets in May 1962
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“The raising of that flag on Suribachi meansa Marine Corps forthe next 500 years!"-James ForrestalSecretary of the Navy 1944-1947
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NATIONAL MEMORIAL DAY CONCERT 2013: HOST JOE MONTEGNA -IN THE VIDEO ABOVE REMEMBERING THE LONGEST DAY CHARLES DURNING (28 February 1923 24 December 2012)! WE MUST, ALL OF US, REMEMBER!!
The Bronze Star with “V” for Valor is the highest award combination presented to medical personal performing medical duties under fire, before an enemy force. It’s the Medal of Honor for combat medics!
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May you find old friends waiting to greet you, there on the outside track.
Were gathered together old times to remember, tis but for ourselves we would grieve,
So well sing you a chorus and bid you farewell fair winds and a following sea.Well sing of The Leaf and The Parting Glass, well raise up our voices in song,
No sadness today for those who have passed, we celebrate with a voices glad and strong.
A catch in the throat, a tear in the eye, but no funeral dirge will this be,
Well roar Auld Lang Syne as a victory song fair winds and a following sea.And those of us left here will miss a true friend, who shared with us good times and bad, Raising a glass to your memory well say: “Weve known you – why should we be sad?”
We honor a life that was lived to the full, we honor a spirit, now free.
Youll long be remembered, whenever we say: “Fair winds and a following sea!”
This holidaywas originally called DecorationDayand honored soldiers who had died during the Civil War. Immediately after the war, various towns in the North and South began to set asidedays to decorate soldiers’ graves with flowers and flags. Those earliestmemorialobservances occurred in Waterloo, New York; Columbus, Mississippi; Richmond, Virginia; Carbondale, Illinois; Boalsburg, Pennsylvania, and several other places.
The first widespread observance of DecorationDaycame on May 30, 1868, which Maj. Gen. John A. Logan proclaimed as adayto honor the dead. General James Garfield (later the twentieth U.S. president) gave a speech at Arlington National Cemetery in remembrance of fallen soldiers, saying that “for love of country they accepted death, and thus resolved all doubts, and made immortal their patriotism and their virtue.” Afterward, 5,000 people helped decorate the graves of more than 20,000 Union and Confederate soldiers.
Over the years thedaybecame an occasion to remember the dead in all American wars, and came to be known asMemorialDay.
On the ThursdaybeforeMemorialDay, in a tradition known as “Flags-in,” the soldiers of the 3rd U.S. Infantry place small flags before more than a quarter million gravestones at Arlington National Cemetery. They then patrol twenty-four hours adayto make sure each flag remains standing throughout the weekend. OnMemorialDaythe president or vice president lays a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in the cemetery.
USS Stark (FFG-31): Was anOliver Hazard Perryclass of guided-missile frigatenamed for Admiral Harold Rainsford Stark (1880–1972). In 1987, an Iraqi jet fired two missiles at Stark, killing 37 U.S. sailors on board. USS STARK was decommissioned on 7 May 1999. Stark was scrapped in 2006.
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So, we ask again: Were they heroes? Heroes are not supermen, Herman Wouk once reminded us, theyre good men, and embodied by the cast of destiny, the virtue of a whole people in a great hour. And writing of the thousands of such heroes in our nation, men and women who wear our countrys uniform in this troubled peace of ours, he asked us to never forget to reassure them that their hard, long training is needed, that love of country is noble, that self-sacrifice is rewarding, that to be ready to fight for freedom fills a man with a sense of worth like nothing else. And he said, If America is still the great beacon in dense gloom, the promise to hundreds of millions of the oppressed that liberty exists, that it is the shining future, that they can throw off their tyrants, and learn freedom and cease learning war, then we still need heroes to stand guard in the night. MEN OF USS STARK (FFG- 31) 17 May 1987USS STARK (FFG-31) CASUALTIES:Seaman Doran H. Bolduc, Lacey, WashingtonFirst Class Petty Officer Boatswain Mate Braddi O. Brown, Calera, AlabamaThird Class Petty Officer Fire Controlman Jeffrey L. Calkins, Richfield Springs, New YorkSeaman Apprentice Radioman (Striker) Dexter D. Grissett, Macon, GeorgiaThird Class Petty Officer Fire Controlman William R. Hansen, Reading, MassachusettsThird Class Petty Officer Gunners Mate (Guns) Daniel Homicki, Elizabeth, New JerseySenior Chief Petty Officer Fire Controlman Robert L. Shippee, Adams Center New YorkSeaman Apprentice Signalman (Striker) Jeffrey C. Sibley, Metairie, LouisianaThird Class Petty Officer Operations Specialist Lee Stephens, Pemberton, OhioSeaman Mark R. Caouette, Fitchhburg, MassachusettsSeaman John A. Ciletta, Jr., Brigantine, New JerseySeaman Recruit Brian M. Clinefelter, San Bernardino, CaliforniaThird Class Petty Officer Operations Specialist Antonio A. Daniels, Greeleyville, South CarolinaSeaman Operations Specialist Striker Kenneth D. Janusik, Jr., Clearwater, FloridaPetty Officer First Class Operations Specialist Steven E. Kendall, Honolulu, HawaiiSenior Chief Petty Officer Electricians Mate Stephen Kiser, Elkhart, New JerseyFirst Class Petty Officer Signalman Ronnie G. Lockett, Bessemer, AlabamaSecond Class Petty Officer Boatswain Mate James R. Stevens, Visalia, CaliforniaThird Class Petty Officer Martin J. Supple, Jacksonville, FloridaFirst Class Petty Officer Fire Controlman Gregory L. Tweady, Champaign, IllinoisThird Class Petty Officer Electricians Mate Kelly R. Quick, Linden, MichiganThird Class Petty Officer Christopher DeAngelis, Dumont, New JerseyThird Class Petty Officer Interior Communications Electrician James S. Dunlap, Osceola Mills, PennsylvaniaSeaman Sonar Technician Surface (Striker) Steven T. Erwin, Troy MichiganSecond Class Petty Officer Radioman Jerry Boyd, Charleston, South CarolinaFirst Class Petty Officer Gunners Mate (Missiles) Thomas J. MacMullen, Darby, PennsylvaniaThird Class Petty Officer Electronic Warfare Technician Charles T. Moller, Columbus, GeorgiaFirst Class Petty Officer Data Systems Technician Randy E. Pierce, Choctaw, OklahomaSeaman Apprentice Jeffrei L. Phelps, Locust Grove, VirginiaSeaman Vincent L. Ulmer, Bay Minette, AlabamaThird Class Petty Officer Jospeh P. Watson, Ferndale, MichiganThird Class Petty Officer Electronics Technician Wayne R. Weaver, New Bethlehem, PennsylvaniaSeaman Operations Specialist (Striker) Terrance Weldon, Coram, New YorkSenior Chief Quartermaster [Navigator] Vernon T. Foster, Jacksonville, FloridaThird Class Gunners Mate James Plonsky, Van Nuys, CaliforniaSeaman Signalman (Striker) Earl P. Ryals, Boca Raton, FloridaSecond Class Petty Officer Interior Communications Electrician Lloyd A. Wilson, Summerville, South CarolinaMore here on the Navys Rating/Rank structure courtesy: BLUEJACKET.COM
Send legions of angels to protect him, Father.
Guard guide his heart mind.
Ease his cares give him good rest.
Give him your peace wisdom.
Cause his enemies to stumble fall into confusion panic.
Give him energy clarity.
In Jesus name,
Amen!
Sunday, 14 February 2021:
Under our United States Constitution, power is vested in the people. WE THE PEOPLE can remove Biden and hiscriminal confederates from publicoffice with the speed of summer lightning. And we must!! It’s OUR Job!!ITS UP TO US!! It’s OUR Job!!
PASS THE WORD!!
I aggressively suggestany state or federal grand jurycan advance our cause regarding sought after remedy and reliefin the Biden crime family, and communist socialist takeover of our country, and voter nullification (vote rigging).
Any state or federal grand jury availableto us will do. Only takes one. But more is better! People in their various communities mustFORM SWARM!!
The grand jury is the most powerful law enforcement agency known in human history most especially in those instances when thegrand jury acts on its own initiative, dismissing the presence of a government prosecutor.
In 1902, a Minneapolis grand jury on its own initiative hired private detectives and collected enough evidence to indict the mayor and force the police chief to resign. This same grand jury virtually governed the city until a new administration could be hired. Similar events occurred in San Francisco five years later [1907], when a grand jury indicted the mayor and replaced him.
the Founders forbade government prosecutors from venturing into grand jury proceedings at all unless a grand jury desired to speak to one.(Citation: Roots, Roger.The Conviction Factory: The Collapse of Americas Criminal Courts.Lysander Spooner University Press, 2014, pg. 21). (Note: I am unable to cite a single Quo Warranto cause that achievedsimilarresults).
Ongoing efforts in Georgia:
Incidentally: I am blocked from advancing criminal complaints to federaland Tennessee state grand juries onmy own initiative.
Pray Psalm 91 often.
ITS UP TO US!! It’s OUR Job!!More here on grand juries!
Biden, Harris, Pelosi first followed by many more.
I have a sense a FISA court has been engaged for a time and has, or will shortly vitiate, that is destroy the legal validity of the Biden/Harris installment into office. All of todays proceedings are constitutionally void. A FISA court judge could have ruled todays inauguration unconstitutional beforehand.
With Biden / Harris / Pelosi handcuffed, Mike Pompeo becomes president (as determined by continuity of government chain of command.
Pompeo can install DJT as vice-president.
This was President Trumps telegraph when he said hed be back soon in another form.
With DJTs return to federal office, Pompeo relinquishes his VP spot to return to his SECSTATE role.
President Trump back and inaugurated to a second term within hours. Or maybe a day or two.
Its too much to speculate who will do the arresting and under what jurisdictions. Charges will be all over a massive spectrum of outlawed conduct.
Its too soon to guess what role the military plays. Much of the proof condemning the communist democrats is in military custody and control.
More later on what this move accomplishes if successful. DJT is the Sun Tzu of our day.
Its not over yet. Keep a weather eye.
Pray Psalm 91 often.
Unwavering, from the bleacher seats!
The Blithering Idiots in DC have utterly REJECTED President Trumps call for calm a restoration of peace following the HIJACKING of his Event on the 6th of January.
12 Days to GLORY!!
8 JANUARY 2021: Thread: YOU ARE ABOUT TO WITNESS A PRESIDENT OF THE UNITES STATES **REASSERT** HIS AUTHORITY.
The Blithering Idiots in DC have utterly REJECTED President Trumps call for calm a restoration of peace following the HIJACKING of his Event on the 6th of January.
12 Days to GLORY (click here).
MORNING OF THURSDAY, 7 JANUARY 2021:
20 January 2021 is the only date that matters.
Lightyears away.
President Trumps timingis remarkable.
There are powerful options left.
Wait for it.
Biden wont become president!
Methinks subtle arrangements are underway in preparationfor Bidens federal arrest, and other arrests of the Biden crime family.
https://www.stltoday.com/news/secret-service-making-changes-to-presidential-detail-amid-concerns-agents-are-loyal-to-trump/article_5ee61d55-2e64-54a5-840f-04f5b813d62f.htmlNo USSS agent detailed to VP Bidens protection ever liked Biden. Ill feelings run deep. Wouldnt surpriseme if the new agents arriving on the scene are mostly females. Just thinkin out loud:
(1)https://pjmedia.com/news-and-politics/matt-margolis/2020/09/04/joe-biden-accused-of-groping-breast-of-secret-service-agents-girlfriend-during-2009-photo-op-n890257
(2)https://www.breitbart.com/politics/2019/04/02/nolte-dont-forget-joe-biden-exposed-himself-female-secret-service-agents/
(3)https://en-volve.com/2020/09/08/former-secret-service-agent-reveals-massive-biden-cover-up-says-women-had-to-be-protected-from-bidens-weinstein-level-stuff/
Also note President Trumps return to the White House earlier today, skipping New Years Mar-a-Lago festivities:
Me from the bleacher seats again.
Wait for it!
Pray Psalm 91 often.
MESSAGE FROM JENNA ELLIS:
[On Monday, 14 December 2020], the electoral college votes [were] sealed and sent by special carrier to Washington where they will remain sealed until January 6th when the House and Senate will come into a joint session to open the votes. The media is going to make you believe that its all over and Joe Biden is now officially president
On [Wednesday, 6 January 2021], Nancy Pelosi will sit down with the rest of the House members as she has no special power or authority over the hearing Vice President Mike Pence will have all the authority as president of the Senate for that day and will accept or reject motions to decide the next steps by the assembly.
Remember Mike Pence is in full authority that day as written in the Constitution. The ballots [were certified on Monday, 14 December 2020] but that means nothing
The votes will be opened [on Wednesday, 6 January 2021] and at that point one House member could, and most likely will, raise their hand to object to the Vice President on the state of electors votes. That objection could cover fraud or any other reason, and with the seconding of that objection everything changes. Everything!!
The House and Senate will divide for two hours (at least) to debate, then vote. The vote will be per Senator with the Vice President being the deciding vote if needed in the Senate, while the vote in the House will be only be ONE vote per delegation, per state, not per House member!!! The Republicans have 30 delegation votes compared to the Democrats 20 delegation votes.
If this scenario runs true, President Trump gets re-elected.
The Democrats, the media, social networks and globalists around the world will come unhinged and chaos will erupt. Bigly.
President Trump is trying to do the right thing and go through the courts first, expose all the fraud, but we all knew that none of the courts, even the Supreme Court wanted to touch this issue with a 10-ft pole!
This is why our forefathers were so brilliant because they knew something like this could happen someday. So, dont listen to the media and all their deception and lies. All you have to do is read the Constitution and you know that the law, policies and procedures in the end are on our side.
Tic Toc Tic Toc
DAY 45 IS THURSDAY, 17 DECEMBER 2020!! BEWARE FRIDAY, 18 DECEMBER!!
READ ABOUT THE CONSTITUTIONAL PROCESS HERE!Situation Update, Dec. 3rd – Trump invokes foreign interference provision of his 2018 executive order, authorizing military response to cyber warfare, see NSPM 13 (read here: https://www.naturalnews.com/2020-12-03-situation-update-dec-3rd-trump-invokes-foreign-interference.html1
Me from the bleacher seats:
President Trump is going to prevail. The attempt to rig America’s presidential election is an act of War. We are at War! Biden could very well end up in a federal, possibly a military prison (with friends and family). Biden confessed to his crimes for goodness sakes. Biden is toast:
voterig.com/bidenvotefraud.mp4
There are two paths forward:
1) The Congress will decide the presidential contest:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6zlBy7XlN0
and
2) The election is voided as a matter of national security:
Both of the above will act in synergy.
Whatever happens in the U.S. Supreme Court, or in lower courts is of little consequence.
Court rulings will merely influence congressional action. That is, court rulings will supply representatives and senators with information so as to justify rejection of state submissions certifying their process and results. Put another way, state legislatures and the courts will variously rule that the election was rigged and is fatally compromised, requiring the Congress to act on its own.
Meanwhile, there is the military component which will act.
Well find out together with how the government machinery is going to proceed and on what timeline to address TREASON, sedition and the mortal threat to America’s national security.
My suspicion is that military personnel will act before the Congress forcing the Congress to maintain President Trump in the White House. One government component informing the other continuously. Foreign interference in U.S. elections and with critical American infrastructure is an Act of War against America.
Military authorities could wait, briefing Congress behind the scenes in secret meetings, forcing the Congress to act to persevere President Trumps win, and afterwards (after 6 January 2021) take national security action against the bad guys.
DOJ, FBI and Homeland Security: Useless: They may weigh in at some point, embarrassed and forced to do their job, but dont put any money on it. These three federal agencies are completely corrupt and require scuttling after President Trumps 20 January 2021 inauguration. This will happen.
Blessed and prayerful Thanksgiving.
Pray Psalm 91 often
The FBI was investigating Hunter Bidens overseas business deals in December 2019 while Donald Trump was being impeached for simply questioning those same deals.
JAMES BOND (@Charles28973069) October 30, 2020
Why are we just learning about their investigation now? pic.twitter.com/Q5rzjrnNZx
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