New York Times article on the last living WW1 Vet.

[DevilDan1900]

I saw this article posted on the WA forum and definately thought it should be posted here. My Great Grandfather was a WW1 vet, but he passed away in the early 1970s so I was never able to meet him. To think that there is still people alive from this conflict, even now that the U.S. vets have dwindled to "the last of the last," is truly amazing and with their final passing, we will all bear whitness to a modern day turning of the pages of history.

 

 

November 12, 2007

Op-Ed Contributor

Over There — and Gone Forever

 

By RICHARD RUBIN

 

BY any conceivable measure, Frank Buckles has led an extraordinary life. Born on a farm in Missouri in February 1901, he saw his first automobile in his hometown in 1905, and his first airplane at the Illinois State Fair in 1907. At 15 he moved on his own to Oklahoma and went to work in a bank; in the 1940s, he spent more than three years as a Japanese prisoner of war. When he returned to the United States, he married, had a daughter and bought a farm near Charles Town, W. Va., where he lives to this day. He drove a tractor until he was 104.

 

But even more significant than the remarkable details of Mr. Buckles’s life is what he represents: Of the two million soldiers the United States sent to France in World War I, he is the only one left.

 

This Veterans Day marked the 89th anniversary of the armistice that ended that war. The holiday, first proclaimed as Armistice Day by President Woodrow Wilson in 1919 and renamed in 1954 to honor veterans of all wars, has become, in the minds of many Americans, little more than a point between Halloween and Thanksgiving when banks are closed and mail isn’t delivered. But there’s a good chance that this Veterans Day will prove to be the last with a living American World War I veteran. (Mr. Buckles is one of only three left; the other two were still in basic training in the United States when the war ended.) Ten died in the last year. The youngest of them was 105.

 

At the end of his documentary “The War,” Ken Burns notes that 1,000 World War II veterans are dying every day. Their passing is being observed at all levels of American society; no doubt you have heard a lot about them in recent days. Fortunately, World War II veterans will be with us for some years yet. There is still time to honor them. But the passing of the last few veterans of the First World War is all but complete, and has gone largely unnoticed here.

 

Perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised. Almost from the moment the armistice took effect, the United States has worked hard, it seems, to forget World War I; maybe that’s because more than 100,000 Americans never returned from it, lost for a cause that few can explain even now. The first few who did come home were given ticker-tape parades, but most returned only to silence and a good bit of indifference.

 

There was no G.I. Bill of Rights to see that they got a college education or vocational training, a mortgage or small-business loan. There was nothing but what remained of the lives they had left behind a year or two earlier, and the hope that they might eventually be able to return to what President Warren Harding, Wilson’s successor, would call “normalcy.” Prohibition, isolationism, the stock market bubble and the crisis in farming made that hard; the Great Depression, harder still.

 

A few years ago, I set out to see if I could find any living American World War I veterans. No one — not the Department of Veterans Affairs, or the Veterans of Foreign Wars, or the American Legion — knew how many there were or where they might be. As far as I could tell, no one much seemed to care, either.

 

Eventually, I did find some, including Frank Buckles, who was 102 when we first met. Eighty-six years earlier, he’d lied about his age to enlist. The Army sent him to England but, itching to be near the action, he managed to get himself sent on to France, though never to the trenches.

After the armistice, he was assigned to guard German prisoners waiting to be repatriated. Seeing that he was still just a boy, the prisoners adopted him, taught him their language, gave him food from their Red Cross packages, bits of their uniforms to take home as souvenirs.

 

In the 1930s, while working for a steamship company, Mr. Buckles visited Germany; it was difficult for him to reconcile his fond memories of those old P.O.W.’s with what he saw of life under the Third Reich. The steamship company later sent him to run its office in Manila; he was there in January 1942 when the Japanese occupied the city and took him prisoner. At some point during his 39 months in captivity, he contracted beriberi, which affects his sense of balance even now, almost 63 years after he was liberated by the 11th Airborne Division.

 

Nevertheless, he carries with aplomb the burden of being the last of his kind. “For a long time I’ve felt that there should be more recognition of the surviving veterans of World War I,” he tells me; now that group is, more or less, him. How does he feel about that? “Someone has to do it,” he says blithely, but adds: “It kind of startles you.”

 

Four years ago, I attended a Veterans Day observance in Orleans, Mass. Near the head of the parade, a 106-year-old named J. Laurence Moffitt rode in a Japanese sedan, waving to the small crowd of onlookers and sporting the same helmet he had been wearing in the Argonne Forest at the moment the armistice took effect, 85 years earlier.

 

I didn’t know it then, but that was, in all likelihood, the last small-town American Veterans Day parade to feature a World War I veteran. The years since have seen the passing of one last after another — the last combat-wounded veteran, the last Marine, the last African-American, the last Yeomanette — until, now, we are down to the last of the last.

 

It’s hard for anyone, I imagine, to say for certain what it is that we will lose when Frank Buckles dies. It’s not that World War I will then become history; it’s been history for a long time now. But it will become a different kind of history, the kind we can’t quite touch anymore, the kind that will, from that point on, always be just beyond our grasp somehow. We can’t stop that from happening. But we should, at least, take notice of it.

 

Richard Rubin, the author of “Confederacy of Silence: A True Tale of the New Old South,” is at work on a book about America’s involvement in World War I.

[Nellis]

An amazing article which speaks of the sad fact that WWII vets will soon

face the same end. It seemed when my grandfather died that all other

vets died with him. My great grandfather served in WWI and my father

has a pipe he bought in France. I wish I knew more but he passed in

1969 when my father was a teen. Thanks for posting the article.

[IMPERIAL QUEST]

This is hard to read, very sad. This makes me treasure my WW I items, and what I know about the recepients even more.

[88thcollector]

Hi,

 

Is he now the last living, have the other two died.

I forget when my grandfather died, early 1980's, I think. Even then WW1 vets were getting scarce.

 

My grandfather gave me all of his stuff but he never really talked about the war much.

 

Steve

[DevilDan1900]

As I understand the article, they alude to the fact that he is the last living WW1 vet to have made it over to France during the conflict. There are two other Vets still living who had enlisted, but were still in basic in the States when the War ended. This would technically make him the last living who had served in the "War" proper even though I don't think he was in time to see combat.

[cwnorma]

As I understand the article, they alude to the fact that he is the last living WW1 vet to have made it over to France during the conflict. There are two other Vets still living who had enlisted, but were still in basic in the States when the War ended. This would technically make him the last living who had served in the "War" proper even though I don't think he was in time to see combat.

Dan,

 

Frank Buckles was a "chauffeur" (a truck driver) and was credited as having been in the zone of operations for the Meuse Argonne Offensive. Although not an infantryman, he is considered a combatant, and is the last WW1 American combat veteran, as well as the last American to have served in the AEF.

 

Chris

[78th Collector]

I met Frank Buckles last year at his home in Charles Town, WV. At the time I believe he was only one of three US WW1 vets still living. He was the only one remaining at the time that ever saw France before the end of the war. Interestingly, he was working for a shipping company in the Pacific when WW2 started and was captured by the Japanese and spent several years in an internment camp in the Philipines. At 107 years old when I met him, he still spoke 5 languages, and parts of several others and did not mind demonstrating his ability to do so. He is also an avid reader of military history and still has one of his WW1 uniforms carrying a patch of the 27th division. He may be a little harder to meet these days since he is the last one now but if you are in the Charles Town, WV area give him a call and he will probably invite you over. I will try to post a picture of him if I can figure out how to do it.

[78th Collector]

I met Frank Buckles last year at his home in Charles Town, WV. At the time I believe he was only one of three US WW1 vets still living. He was the only one remaining at the time that ever saw France before the end of the war. Interestingly, he was working for a shipping company in the Pacific when WW2 started and was captured by the Japanese and spent several years in an internment camp in the Philipines. At 107 years old when I met him, he still spoke 5 languages, and parts of several others and did not mind demonstrating his ability to do so. He is also an avid reader of military history and still has one of his WW1 uniforms carrying a patch of the 27th division. He may be a little harder to meet these days since he is the last one now but if you are in the Charles Town, WV area give him a call and he will probably invite you over. I will try to post a picture of him if I can figure out how to do it.

I guess I figured it out.