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And by the way, if you have someone like Jay Moore in your neck of the woods, send him our way. Send them to ouramericanstories.com and send her our way as well. Today, Jay brings us the story of a friendship forged After the first time he saw, one of the most powerful war films ever made. a friendship that would be even more powerful than the movie itself. Take it away, Jay.
Well, back in the summer of nineteen ninety eight, One Friday night my wife lined up a babysitter for our two young daughters, and we met some friends at the Mall Theatre, We wanted to go see the newly released Steven Spielberg movie Saving Private Ryan. It had rave reviews and I was looking forward to seeing it. But I'll have to say. I was not ready for that movie. I was certainly not prepared for the intensity of that long opening scene.
The depiction of the D-Day landing was unlike any movie scene I had ever watched. It was as though the cameraman himself was one of the soldiers. and in those jumpy, staccato movements, puts you right in the middle of that jarring reality. The camera was in the turmoil. It wasn't filming like some removed onlooker.
and you felt it. It was hypnotically gripping. Starting with those young guys who found themselves on board landing craft. I was churning and lurching forward. And it would deliver them.
to what's going to either be a life-changing or a life ending appointment. You could feel their breathing. Their nerves That cold trepidation. You saw their trembling hands, their vomiting. That look of a dreadful surrender, that was mixed with the determined hope that they might somehow passed through that onshore crucible that was drawing ever closer.
And then They reached the beach. and the bow ramp drops. And some don't live to make it three feet. The reenactment of the storming of Omaha Beach was raw. The realism was mesmerizing and even terrifying.
It certainly felt as if I was in the middle of the chaos. and that helter skelter every which way disorder. Bullets buzzing and pinging. That flying sea end. blood-soaked waves.
the gore, men destroyed by mortars and just cut down. The psychological toll was so well portrayed, that look. that determined stare Knowing that if you wanted to live, you had no choice but to make your legs run straight at the death. You had to move, you had to move, move. Like most everyone.
I found the opening scene to be not just jarring, but spellbinding and draining. And later I read that men who had actually been there and others in similar fights, said that Spielberg got it right.
So on the way home, I told my wife, Well now that I know what to expect, I think I'd like to see that movie again. And she said no, it was too intense for her. once was plenty. But I couldn't shake it.
So on Sunday afternoon I went back alone. I bought my ticket. that there was about thirty or forty minutes before the show started.
So, to kill the time, I walked down the mall and into one of the bookstores where I went over to the history section. That's where I always gravitate to in a bookstore. There was a man standing in the aisle. He was older. I took him to be about eighty.
He was intently Looking through an oversized book. and I could see it was about World War Two. Since he looked like he was old enough to have been in the war, and friendly looking enough to be interrupted.
Well, I pointed to the book and asked him Were you there? He looked at the cover and said, Oh yeah, I was there.
So I asked. Did they send you to Europe or the Pacific? He said Pacific. I asked him what branch he served in. He told me he had been a marine.
I remember being surprised. I think my mental image of a marine, even an older one, was different. He was shorter than me. Maybe 5'8, but not any more. He had silver hair, and it was thinning, but very neatly combed.
He had a friendly face and an easy smile. There was a ready kindness that came through. He had blue eyes that glistened. To me he looked like a grandfather straight out of central casting. a nice, approachable, soft hearted kind of guy.
The kind of granddad who might give his grandson twenty bucks because he knew it would help. Just by appearance, he was not at all what I thought of when I heard the word Marie. But he said he had been in the 2nd Battalion, 8th Marines. 2nd Marine Division. I asked where he was in the Pacific.
He smiled and said Oh, I got the full tour. Guadalcanal. Tarawa, Saipan, ended up on Tinian. That's where I got my ticket home. As a history teacher, I knew a bit about what those names meant.
Mostly I knew that they just weren't cake walks. Each one had been a serious fight, It costs lots of Americans their lives. Even more Japanese. Omaha Beach four times over. And he told me with a hint of pride He and his platoon had been part of a group.
that cleared the area for the airstrip. that would later provide a spot for the Enola Gay to lift off from, and bring an end to that war. The Battle of Guadalcanal was the first serious land offensive by the United States in World War II. Over twelve hundred Marines were killed. Over 2,800 wounded.
More than a thousand died at Tarawa. At Saipan, 3,400 more. and on the island of Tinian, there would be nearly four hundred marine deaths. and many of those were victims of fierce Suicidal Japanese forces screaming bonsai. Long live the Emperor.
Looking at him in the bookstore, it was just hard to imagine. To such a pleasant older gentleman, just a guy in my West Texas hometown. had been there for all of that. for the bombings and the shootings and the destroyed lives. It seemed oddly incongruent that he and I would be standing together, in the comfort of a bookstore on a pleasant Sunday afternoon.
Then he surprised me. He asked me if I wanted to see his ticket home from the war. I said, sure. But I didn't really understand exactly what he meant. And as he put the book back on the shelf, I thought maybe he was going to take out his wallet and unfold some piece of paper or maybe a military discharge that he had kept all these years.
But instead he unbuttoned the cuff on his left sleeve, and he pushed it up past his elbow. When he turned his arm over, I saw his ticket home. It was a scar running from his wrist to the crook of his elbow. He said that scar had saved him from the bloodiest Pacific battle of them all. Okinawa.
Now we were both looking at his arm, and I asked the obvious question. How'd you get that? He said I got it one night on Tinian. He then went on to tell me this, We cleared that airstrip the last week of July of 'forty four. and then my platoon moved on up the island.
By August 1st, we had pushed the Japanese back to a pretty small area. They couldn't get out.
So at night they would come at us in these desperate bonsai attacks. Every so often the big U. S. Navy ships offshore Would fire star shells and light up the sky so we could see what was happening around us and try to pick them off. I was in a foxhole with another guy, he was a lieutenant, named Stacy Davis.
He manned the machine gun. I only had a carbine and it kept misfiring. After a while the rest of the platoon had fallen back. It was just the two of us out there. As I listened to his story, I just shook my head.
I said it all sounded pretty terrifying. He assured me it was. How old were you? He told me he was twenty six. He went on and said, Lieutenant Davis and I were in a foxhole.
both on our knees. we were peering into the dark and listening with our senses. On high alert. And suddenly, out of nowhere, A Japanese soldier ran right towards me. screaming with a wild look.
His bayonet was coming straight at my chest.
So I put up my arm. and that thing went in here at my wrist. and followed the bone all the way here. to my elbow. And you're listening to Jay Moore from Abilene, Texas, telling the story.
of his encounter with a World War II vet at a bookstore. on his way to seeing Saving Private Ryan a second time. I think I've seen that movie 50 times. and any time it comes on.
Well, I'm gone. And I won't come back until it's over, because it's that good. And I learned just a little bit more about life watching it each time. I'm changed. And the movie seems to change.
When we come back. Moore with J. Moore. This remarkable story. Here.
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with a World War Two hero, Joe Brown. He stopped talking, and again we were both looking at his arm.
So I asked, Well, what happened after that? And he said, well. We fought. He told me that a lot of folks don't realize that very often the fighting in World War II. Came down to a fight between two guys.
With a bit of astonishment, I said, Well, I take it you won your fight. He smiled. and as he rebuttoned his shirt cuff he said, Yeah, I won. He then said, you know, I have that bayonet. It was a real ticket home for me.
And in the fighting, with that dead gum thing stuck in my arm, I managed to bend that metal bayonet. I've got it at the house. Dang, I'd like to see that, I said. He told me to come by. told me to call.
and I could tell he meant it.
So about a week later I did call. and over the phone he said, How about to morrow? Yeah. I rang the door bell, and he and his wife invited me in. He said he had been born in 1918 in Wichita Falls.
He was raised there with two brothers and two sisters. He told me that after the war He took a job with an oil field service company. They had lived in Abilene since nineteen fifty nine. raised a daughter and two sons. He told me that he and his older brother Marcus had been together for much of the war, including on Sipan and Tinian, They both spent thirty two months overseas.
He told me that he made it home from the war on a Friday. And he looked at his wife and said, and we got married on Monday. After a while he asked, Well, you wanna see my ticket home? He and I walked down a short hall to a back bedroom. and there, on top of a dresser, He had already laid out the things he wanted to show me.
There was a telegram that had been sent to his mother in 1944 telling her. that her son had been wounded. There were medals and citations. one for a bronze star. and two for silver stars.
Citing Heroic service. devotion to duty, conspicuous gallantry. Although wounded, he continued to lead his men, inspired them by his example. And there were newspaper clippings. One was from the Wichita Daily News, dated october, nineteen forty four.
It was written after he and his brother Marcus had returned home. It told about the experiences of these two home town boys. Lieutenant Stacy Davis had recounted for the reporter The details of that night on Tinian. Davis said, We were in the same foxhole. It was pitch dark.
One of the Japanese charged our hold. I fired, but he kept coming. he leapt down, bayonet first, and the fight was on. The article went on to tell how this kindly grandfather, who was now standing in front of me as I read. how in the dark with a bayonet stuck in his arm.
and that had severed an artery and sliced a tendon. how he grabbed the barrel of that rifle. and fought his attacker. fighting with such strength and adrenaline, that the steel bayonet lodged in his arm was bent at the shank. It told how he managed to get the upper hand.
and how despite his wound he was able to pull the bayonet out of his arm. and wrestle the weapon away from the Japanese soldier. After I read the article he filled in more of the blanks. Telling me that when the sun finally rose, He led the other walking wounded down the hill to battalion headquarters. His brother happened to be there.
and he told Marcus about the fight.
So Marcus went back to the area. Found the bit bayonet laying on the ground. He brought it back so his little brother could bring it home. I asked about Marcus. He told me that in one battle a bullet struck the front of Marcus's helmet, it whizzed right across the top of his head, exited the back.
He smiled and said, It parted his hair. doesn't get much closer than that. He said Marcus took his GI Bill, enrolled at Texas AM, to become a veterinarian. Then in 1949, Five days before he was to turn 33. and having survived some of the worst battles of World War two, He lost his life in a motorcycle accident.
He told me they named one of their sons for him. In that back room. I was hearing and seeing some of the most personal stories and meaningful trophies from the life of a man that I didn't really know. Just a nice guy I had met in the bookstore at the mall. and struck up a conversation.
And there. laying on the dresser. Was the bayonet? the one Marcus retrieved and brought to him. One just like it was issued to every Japanese soldier in World War II, designed to be held in a scabbard attached to a belt.
So the soldier could either pull it out. use it as a handheld weapon. or attach it to the end of his rifle and just run right at you. Of course, that's how this would have been used. clipped to the end of a Japanese rifle.
And that bayonet had traveled from Japan. Titanian. across the Pacific, and finally to the back bedroom. of a home in Abilene, Texas. nineteen forty four.
to 1998. I asked if I could pick it up. and he handed it to me. It was heavy. Heavier than I thought it was going to be.
It was about fifteen inches long. had a single edged blade. had a very menacing point. The metal tapered and was thick as near the handle. And right up next to the handle, the blade was bent.
It was canted over at about a forty five degree angle. And staring at it, I asked, So with this in your arm. You grabbed hold of the rifle barrel. And you fought hard enough. You created enough torque.
to bend this. He said. I did. And I finally got that out of my arm. I managed to turn the rifle around.
I tried to stab that guy but it would glance off because I didn't know I had bent the thing over. But I managed to use the butt of the gun. And it turned out alright.
So you killed him with his own rifle? He nodded yes. It seemed surreal. A husband whose wife was now in the kitchen. A proud father.
a grandfather who put photos of the grandkids on the wall, A guy who mowed his grass and kept his cars clean, and went to church. and who a lifetime earlier. for his country, had killed a man. in a bare handed fight. had won a victory in a world war.
He handed me the bayonet's metal scabbard. On it was a white sticker that he had put there. and on the sticker he had written in black ink. My ticket home it was the ticket to the rest of his life. That day at the bookstore, He pushed up his sleeve and showed me his scar.
a scar he had looked at every day for fifty four years. a tactile reminder of a defining day. of a victory. of a ticket home. Looking at him in the bookstore that day, I just couldn't get over.
How ordinary he was. and had he not been reliving his past. thumbing through a book. It piqued my curiosity. Had I not asked, Were you there?
While I never would have stood in his back room, and held a bent bayonet in my hand. At the bookstore, he and I visited, right up until I needed to head to the theater. I told him I was going to see Saving Private Ryan. I asked him if he had seen it. He smiled and said, No, I don't guess I need to.
But I put out my hand and said, Well, I've enjoyed visiting with you. It's been an honor. My name is Jay Moore. He shook my hand. He shook it firmly.
just like you would expect from a marine. He said, I've enjoyed visiting. Come see me. My name is Joe. Joe Brown.
Sitting in the darkened theater. I saw Tom Hanks and the others moving toward the beach. But all of it was fake. There was no real blood. No real injuries, no gore?
There was no live ammunition, and there was no actual dying. and no two guys really fighting. rolling in the sand, sweating and swearing, kicking and clawing, clinching, Yelling and squeezing, squeezing so hard, hard. Hard enough to bend steel. The movie remained powerful.
but nowhere near as much. For I had just met Joe Brown. And my goodness, what a story, different than watching a movie. Joe Brown's story, in a way, Jay Moore's story too. Here.
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