Clouds of War Over Fort Benning

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The Kindle version of my book A Salute to Patriotism: The Life and Work of Major General Howard L. Peckham is free on Oct. 3, 4, and 5, 2018.
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I grew up as an “army brat.”  My parents (Howard and Marion Peckham),  brother (Howard L. Peckham Jr.), and I (Jean Peckham Kavale) lived at Fort Benning, Georgia, when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. That’s why I picked Benning7 as my user name. That attack, which precipitated  the entry of the United States into World War II, was a turning point for all families, but I think especially for military families such as ours.  The head of the family’s call to duty came quickly after President Franklin Roosevelt’s speech to the nation on December 8, 1941:

As commander in chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for our defense. . . .With confidence in our armed forces, with the unbounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph–so help us God.

References to World War II will appear frequently on this blog, primarily because I wrote a 402-page biography of my father. Its title is A Salute to Patriotism: The Life and Work of Major General Howard L. Peckham.   The book was published by Cypress Publishing in 2008.

A second edition was published in May 2011, and it’s on Amazon.com. Here’s the updated cover:

To read several pages in the book or buy it, just click this link:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/0966585550/

I am eager to share with you what I learned after perusing U. S. Government documents and other sources (such as my father’s diaries and letters and  my own diaries) during my many years of research.  Much of the information I intend to provide, in the form of excerpts from the book, will be new to you readers. I’ll also include a few of my own personal experiences.

A sense of patriotism came early in the mind of Howard L. Peckham, for several reasons. First of all, his family’s roots were deeply embedded in the rich soil of colonial New England; additionally, he was a descendant of Revolutionary War heroes. His dad, Frank E. Peckham, never failed to raise the American flag in front of their house on patriotic holidays.

My father was born in 1897 in Norwich, Connecticut, a beautiful harbor city located in the southeastern part of the state, adjacent to the confluence of the Yantic, Thames, and Shetucket Rivers. He lived in Norwich with his parents and siblings (a brother and two sisters) until he completed high school at renowned Norwich Free Academy.

A graduate of West Point (class of 1918), my father had an admirable career in the U.S. Army, eventually rising to the rank of two-star general.  As Adlai Stevenson once wisely said,

Patriotism is not short, frenzied outbursts of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime.

Those words certainly apply to my father, whose devotion to duty and country stayed with him all his life.

 About Me:

I’ve had more than fifteen years of experience as an editor in Silicon Valley, including Senior Editor with PDR Information Services and Contract Editor for Fortune 500 companies. I hold a bachelor’s degree in English from the University of Maryland, a teaching credential from San Jose State University, and a master’s degree in pastoral theology from the University of San Francisco. (I’m also the author of  two other books: Faith and Philosophy and From the Potomac to the Seine.)

Again, the link to A Salute to Patriotism: The Life and Work of Major General Howard L. Peckham on Amazon is: 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/0966585550/

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75th Anniversary of D-Day

On a windy day in September 1947, the following officials walked to a speaker’s stand at St. Laurent, one of 37 temporary American cemeteries located throughout Europe: Jefferson Caffery, U.S. Ambassador to France; Lt. Gen. Clarence Huebner, deputy EUCOM commander; and my father, Howard L. Peckham, a then-brigadier general who headed the American Graves Registration Command (AGRC) in Europe. A photograph of the event appeared shortly afterwards in The Stars and Stripes, an Army newspaper.

The officials were there to pay homage to U.S. military personnel buried at the cemetery in Normandy, overlooking Omaha Beach. The fallen Americans were to be unearthed that fall. “Many will be returned to the United States, per the request of their next of kin,” Dad explained to the crowd of spectators, which included several veterans’ groups. Other deceased personnel would be reinterred at St. Laurent, which would be reopened as a permanent resting place. It would become one of the ten permanent U.S. cemeteries in Europe to be graded and constructed under Dad’s command.

St. Laurent, overlooking Omaha Beach, came into existence only twenty-four hours after that first D-Day assault on June 6, 1944. (“Omaha” was the code name for the six-thousand-yard beach between Vierville and Colleville, the main landing area for the American forces). The soldiers who were mercilessly gunned down by enemy gunfire that day were buried as soon as possible on the beach. They were later interred at St. Laurent, as were those fallen heroes who perished in airborne assaults. Many others buried at St. Laurent died in operations that occurred after D-Day.

I had a chance to see that landing area for myself. Near the end of March, 1948, Mother and I joined Dad on a car trip to Normandy, where he was scheduled to meet with Colonel Stevenson, the officer in charge of AGRC activities in that location. I was a young teenager then who liked to write lengthy entries in my diaries. Fortunately, I wrote voraciously about my impressions of Normandy. (I still had my diaries when I wrote Dad’s biography, “A Salute to Patriotism: The Life and Work of Major General Howard L. Peckham.”)

We eventually arrived at a small town west of Le Havre, where the colonel’s seaside villa was located. My diary notes that we ate a delicious lunch with him and his wife, after which he took Mother and me down to see Omaha Beach. (Because of his AGRC work, Dad had been there several times.) Barges and military vehicles, we noticed, were strewn on the broad beach in various angles.

Foxholes on the sandy banks were as empty as air, and machine-gun nests that once rattled with German gunfire sat quietly. That night, while I was asleep in one of the guest rooms at the villa, the sound of a dog’s plaintive barking suddenly awakened me. It was an eerie bark, and it seemed to come from far away. I wondered whether the dog sensed what had happened in that area of Normandy during World War II, or if he had even been a witness to it. I finally got back to sleep, but that sound stayed with me for a long time.

AGRC personnel would soon start the grading work and construction at St. Laurent, a subject that both my father and the colonel had discussed at length. Because of its proximity to the English Channel, construction work was difficult. “AGRC engineers often had to trudge through thick mud, and workmen frequently had to move their heavy equipment along in clay-like soil,” my father explained to us later. Dad had spent twenty years in the Army Corps of Engineers before transferring to the Quartermaster Corps, so he sympathized with the workers.

On June 6, 2019, the 75th anniversary of D-Day will be held at Normandy American Cemetery, formerly known as St. Laurent Cemetery (St. Laurent sur Mer, to be precise). As noted by Ohio Governor John Bricker, D-Day was “the beginning of the end of the forces of evil and destruction.” It was also the pivotal event that preceded the liberation of war-weary Europe.

 

D-Day and Its Aftermath (Part 2)

Commemorations of D-Day, such as the one recently held on June 6, 2017, are important for many reasons, but especially this one: They remind us of the bravery and sacrifice of our Greatest Generation. For me personally, they also remind us of the huge responsibilities of the generals and admirals who were their leaders, such as George Patton, Omar Bradley, Dwight Eisenhower, and Chester Nimitz.

My dad, then-Brigadier General Howard L. Peckham (promoted to major general in 1952) was one of those World War II leaders, albeit a lesser-known one. During the war, he headed the U.S. Army’s Fuels and Lubricants Division and was thus responsible for procuring fuels (oil and gasoline) and allocating them to American forces worldwide. Sometimes he testified before Congress to let our politicians know about the U.S. Army’s increasing need for these products. Right after the war, he was awarded a Distinguished Service Medal for his meritorious work.

The following excerpt from my book, A Salute to Patriotism: The Life and Work of Major General Howard L. Peckham, describes just one aspect of the Fuels and Lubricants Division’s work. It concerns the vehicles, transported by boats, that rolled onto the shore the day after D-Day:

As noted in Fuels for Global Conflict, before any vehicle was transported to Omaha and Utah Beaches, it was filled with a  tank of gas and carried an extra supply of gas in five-gallon cans. For example, jeeps carried two full five-gallon cans. The proper amount of fuel for tanks and half-tracks also was determined in advance, to ensure that there was enough to last approximately six days. Also as planned, gasoline reserves were on hand at the end of the the invasion.

Good fuel planning obviously played a big role in the success of D-Day and its aftermath.

In postwar Paris, Dad headed the American Graves Registration Command in Paris and returned more than 80,000 American war dead of the European Theater to the United States. Approximately 60,000 others were interred in ten permanent American cemeteries in Europe, graded and constructed under his command.

After his return to the United States, he served in highly responsible positions until his army retirement in 1956. As a civilian, his patriotic service continued when he worked for the Free Europe Committee, secretly funded by the CIA, and traveled abroad to meet with Western European diplomats. His goal was to get them more involved in the Committee’s work. Nations behind the Iron Curtain peacefully freed from Communist domination, Howard Peckham believed, would ensure more security for the United States.Duty, country, and patriotism would continue to dominate his life to the end.

Here’s a link to the book: http://www.amazon.com/dp/0966585550/

 

D-Day and Its Aftermath (Part 1)

Who among us can forget seeing row after row of marble headstones at Normandy Cemetery, overlooking Omaha Beach? We saw them in the opening scenes of the popular D-Day movie, Saving Private Ryan, which starred the gifted actor Tom Hanks.

We also saw them on TV when President Obama of the United States came to France to commemorate the 65th anniversary of D-Day and to give an inspiring speech. President Sarkozy of France, Prince Charles of Great Britain, World War II veterans, and many other guests (including Tom Hanks) were also there. Many people reading this post have probably visited that cemetery.

The ground on which the cemetery is situated was once a temporary site, one of the 37 temporary American WWII cemeteries that were scattered throughout Europe until 1947. In that year, the U.S.Army ordered my dad, Brigadier General Howard L. Peckham (later Major General) to head the American Graves Registration Command (AGRC), with headquarters in Paris.

My father and the AGRC had the enormous task of returning home the American World War II dead of the European Theater. Under him, more than 80,000 of those fallen military personnel were returned to the United States, in accordance with the wishes of the next of kin.  About 60,000 others were reinterred in ten permanent U.S. cemeteries in Europe, which were graded and constructed under his command. Again, according to the wishes of the next of kin.

The temporary cemetery at Omaha Beach came into existence only a couple of days after D-Day. Its name then was St. Laurent, or, to be more precise, St. Laurent Sur Mer. Later, after it became one of the ten permanent cemeteries, its name was changed to Normandy Cemetery.

Ever since then, it has become associated with D-Day, a fateful day that precipitated the liberation of a war-weary Europe.

 

 

Amazon Reviewer’s 5-Star Review

The following is a 5-star review of my book, A Salute to Patriotism: The Life and Work of Major General Howard L. Peckham, which author Colin D. Heaton placed on my Amazon detail page:

Jean contacted me and asked, as a military historian and author to review her book. I soon found myself well-entrenched into the story of her father for many reasons. First as a veteran who has lost friends in the service, I found the forthright narrative an easy read, free flowing and a chronological masterpiece. This is not always the case with biographies, and I have written a few with my wife Anne-Marie Lewis. Second, my grandfather was KIA at Metz on Oct. 6, 1944 and was one of those buried in European soil until he could be returned. Third, it should be understood that not all of our heroes were in direct combat. This book proves that a good man behind the scenes, with the right stuff and moral courage can accomplish very heroic things.

Maj. Gen. Howard L. Peckham’s story may not be unique within military circles, but it is a unique story of great accomplishment in the wider arena of human endeavors. The details of his political and military contacts, as well as the obstacles he overcame to untangle many logistical nightmares are worth reading alone, as they are bane of any military leader or organization. What he accomplished was remarkable. Hopefully, his kind of leadership and the circumstances in which he found himself in will not be needed in the future. if it is required, I would suggest military leaders refer to this book as a benchmark on how to conduct that delicate balance between military necessity and uncompromising ethical leadership.

A Salute to Patriotism Five-Star Review

Now that July is approaching, the month in which we Americans celebrate our
Independence Day,  I’m going to stick to one category in my posts. The subject this entire month will be Patriotism, in its many different aspects. In addition to my own thoughts on the subject, I’ve invited a couple of guest bloggers to add their viewpoints in the days to come.To start things off, here’s a five-star review that my book received on Amazon.

 A Salute to Patriotism: The Life and Work of Major General Howard L. Peckham

https://www.amazon.com/dp/0966585550/

Jean contacted me and asked, as a military historian and author to review her book.I soon found myself well-entrenched into the story of her father for many reasons.First as a veteran who has lost friends in the service, I found the forthright narrative an easy read, free flowing and a chronological masterpiece. This is not always the case with biographies, and I have written a few with my wife Anne-Marie Lewis. Second, my grandfather was KIA at Metz on Oct. 6, 1944 and was one of those buried in European soil until he could be returned. Third, it should be understood that not all our heroes were in direct combat. This book proves that a good man behind the scenes, with the right stuff and moral courage can accomplish very heroic things.

Maj. Gen. Howard L. Peckham’s story may not be unique within military circles, but it is a unique story of great accomplishment in the wider arena of human endeavors. The details of his political and military contacts, as well as the obstacles he overcame to untangle many logistical nightmares are worth reading alone, as they are bane of any military leader or organization. What he accomplished was remarkable. Hopefully, his kind of leadership and the circumstances in which he found himself will not be needed in the future. If it is required, I would suggest military leaders refer to this book as a benchmark on how to conduct that delicate balance between military necessity and uncompromising ethical leadership.

 

 

 

Martin Luther King Jr.

The following is a copy of an article I wrote that was published in a local newspaper’s January edition, in recognition of Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday:

“It was a warm day in September 1962 that my husband Bob and I began our journey by train from California to Louisiana. We had arranged to meet my parents at the New Orleans railroad station and then go with them to a French Quarter hotel where we had room reservations. At the same time that Bob and I were riding on the train, they were driving from their home in Washington, DC. We planned to spend a few days sightseeing before we all headed to Florida in Dad’s car for a reunion with my brother, his wife Jane, and their two young sons.

Our train eventually clanked its way to the New Orleans station. Once inside, Bob headed towards a sign marked ‘Waiting Room,’ where he was met with a big shock. I had neglected to tell him that there were two waiting rooms—one for ‘whites’ and one for ‘colored.’ He had mistakenly gone to the wrong one. When I caught up with him, I pointed out that even the drinking fountains are segregated.

‘Those are just a couple examples of how people of color are discriminated against in the Deep South,’ I told him. Bob was born and raised in Europe, and this was his first visit to that part of the United States. ‘They’re also barred from certain restaurants and must sit in the backs of buses,’ I said.Bob responded by saying, ‘How unfortunate.’

This decades-old treatment of black citizens was especially disheartening to Martin Luther King Jr., a black man born on January 15, 1929, in Atlanta, Georgia. Because he grew up in this segregated city, he experienced firsthand the injustice of racism.  He later became an ordained Baptist minister and served as pastor of a church in Montgomery, Alabama.

Reverend King was driven to help stamp out segregation by ‘meeting physical force with soul force,’ as he called it. To that end, in the mid-1950s he became leader of the Civil Rights Movement. A major victory for the Movement occurred in 1955 when a fellow civil rights advocate and Montgomery resident, Rosa Parks, was arrested for not giving up her bus seat to a white person. After her arrest, he met with her to plan a boycott of the Montgomery bus system. The boycott lasted 385 days and ended when the United States District Court ruled to end segregation on all Montgomery public buses.

This positive outcome encouraged Reverend King to promote peaceful civil disobedience. He believed success in ending segregation could be achieved by using non-violent means, such as sit-ins at restaurants, marches, speeches and boycotts. He felt that by doing so, black people could conquer injustice while still maintaining their dignity.

Because of his efforts, the Civil Rights Movement gained momentum and rolled onward like a powerful stream. During the march on Washington in 1963, which drew thousands of his supporters, he gave his famous ‘I Have a Dream’ speech. Here are excerpts:

‘And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.’

‘I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.’

‘I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.’

Reverend King played a large role in ending legal segregation and creating the Civil Rights Act, which President Johnson signed into law in 1964. That same year he was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Despite his immense success, he gained many foes who were opposed to civil rights. At his hotel in Memphis, he was assassinated in 1968 by one of those enemies of freedom. Reverend King was only 39 years old.

In 1983 Congress declared every third Monday in January to be Martin Luther King Jr. Day. This holiday falls on or near his birthday and is a well-deserved tribute to a man who died much too soon.”

 

Thanksgiving Thoughts

A couple of days ago, Thanksgiving Day, I thought about a Puritan ancestor of mine, whose name was Samuel Corning. Like other pilgrims, he journeyed from England to America in pursuit of religious freedom. His ship arrived in Massachusetts in the seventeenth century, only a few years after the Mayflower, which landed there in 1620.

Samuel ‘s arrival was too late for him to participate in America’s first Thanksgiving, which was celebrated in November 1621.

The  excerpts below are from an article I wrote about him and his descendants. It was published at EzineMark.com.

As much as he enjoyed visiting other New England states, such as New Hampshire, my father’s roots in Connecticut were as deep as the Atlantic Ocean. His paternal grandmother, the former Ann Matilda Corning, was born in Preston, Connecticut. Preston was also the birthplace of his dad, Frank Everett Peckham.

According to family records, our Cornings have traced their roots to Saundby Parish, Nottinghamshire, England, to the late fifteenth century.

The first Corning to settle in America was Ensign Samuel (sometimes spelled Samuell) Corning, who was born in 1616 in Norfolk, England. After arriving in Massachusetts, he first lived in Salem but didn’t stay there long. He and his wife Elizabeth chose to settle down in the smaller town of Beverly, approximately four miles north of Salem, because of its better opportunities.

It turned out to be an auspicious move. In 1641, Samuel became a freeman, a title that conferred franchise and other privileges in the community. He also established himself as a trusted citizen of Beverly by serving as a selectman, a responsible job given to a town officer who, because of his capabilities, had been chosen to manage certain public affairs.

Samuel was a Puritan in his religious beliefs. This was not a problem in Massachusetts, as it had been in England. There, as he learned through his own disheartening experience, the domineering Church of England harassed Puritans because of their belief that people should use the Bible as a guide in social, financial, and even—-much to the horror of British authorities—-political issues. Puritans believed that when the Bible reigns as supreme authority in the foregoing matters, religion stays simple, pure, and unscathed.

Undoubtedly his tenacious hold on Puritan beliefs was the precipitating factor that brought Samuel to the New World, where he was sure to find religious freedom. And find freedom he did. Historical records indicate that he was one of the founders of First Church in Beverly, where he and his family enjoyed worshiping freely and in peace. As evidence that he was a hard worker, another trait of the Puritans, he himself built the church’s meeting house. Because he wanted to keep his mind on God, Samuel had no use for ornate rituals or vestments, thus ensuring that the meeting house’s interior was kept spartan.

He carried his religious beliefs into his home by living a simple lifestyle, although it is known that he had some real estate holdings within the community. It is also known that he was fairly well off financially in his later years (which he interpreted as a blessing from God).

In 1868, a descendant of the first Corning in America became entwined in the Peckham family tree. In that year, Ann Matilda Corning, granddaughter of Uriah Corning (a Revolutionary War hero), married James Riley Peckham of Norwich, Connecticut. As a result, two clans with deep roots in New England were forever united. Ann Matilda became the mother of my grandfather, Frank E. Peckham, and thus my father’s grandmother.

More information about my family’s roots is contained in my book, A Salute to Patriotism. Here’s the link:  

http://www.amazon.com/dp/0966585550/