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Memorial Day: Two Heroes of Mine

by: Chaz Proulx

Sun May 25, 2008 at 20:59:49 PM EDT


(It's the 'without losing one soldier' thing that makes someone proud and grateful, I think. Thanks for posting this, Chaz. - promoted by elwood)

Marine Corporal Sotorios "Sammy" Margaritis was one of over 58,000 Americans who gave their lives in Viet-Nam.

Sammy and I were classmates at Raymond High School. For a time his mother worked with my mother in the Bourque Shoe Factory in town. Sammy's dad ran a diner in Raymond and the Margaritis children all pitched in. Sammy always had money in his pocket and was one of my first classmates to own a car.

Sammy was a quiet, mild mannered kid. He just always seemed to be in a good mood. In particular, I remember his near-permanent smile. Sometime in 1966 Sammy dropped out of school and enlisted with the United States Marine Corp.

Sammy sent me a letter from boot camp on Marine letterhead. I think that letter is still tucked away someplace in my attic. I also remember hanging out with him at a town fair in Candia while he was on leave.

I just did a Google search and found a picture of Sammy with Lima Company in Viet Nam. Please pay a quick visit. Sammy and a friend are at the bottom of the first page.

That's Sammy on the right with the smile I mentioned.

Here's the link: http://www.marzone.com/7thMari...

Prior to his death he had been honored for valor. I'm sorry, but I can't remember the details other than he was involved in a firefight.

On August 8, 1967 Sammy stepped on a landmine and was killed instantly.

My father Charles "Charlie" Proulx Sr. fought in World War II. He was on the ships during the D-Day invasion. He was a GI engineer and his mission was to build airfields as soon as the first wave of Allied troops secured a thin strip of land in Normandy. Everyone knows the sacrifices Allied soldiers made that day.

On D-Day plus one, my father landed at Omaha Beach, the scene of some of the heaviest fighting. The GI's went to work immediately putting down airstrips. It would take a long time and a lot of lives to reach Berlin, but in a sense those airfields sealed the Germans fate. D-Day has gone down as one of the great military successes of history.

The Germans had buried tens of thousands of land mines near the coast. The mines had glass covers so they couldn't be detected by metal detectors. The only way to clear them out was to crawl on your belly and gently slip your bayonet into the ground and locate a mine without setting it off. Then you had to dig it out of the ground.

My father, who was a Sergeant by then, led a small group of GI's in a major mine sweep without losing one soldier. When he returned from the War he got a job at Bourque Shoe in Raymond, where he met my mother.

My father turned 92 on Tuesday.

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(There's an extra "." at the end of the original link.)

My Dad's cousin (4.00 / 1)
Arthur Delbert Buckley, Jr. is still MIA from the Korean conflict. In December 1951, he was badly wounded but stayed to fight and allow the American troops to retreat. His body was never recovered but we have a marker for him at the family plot in Swanzey. At age 19, he made the unltimate sacrifice.

M y father's oldest brother (4.00 / 1)
All three of my grandmother's boys enlisted to fight in WWII. Two came back. Uncle Fran died at the Bulge.My cousin David never knew his dad. His remains never came back, though after repeated questioning a set of dog tags was sent home. For a religious family not having a funeral had been hard. My grandmother refused to join the Gold Star Mothers, a 'support' group for the families who had lost loved ones. They didn't accept Negroes. She turned her grief into a statement about discrimination. A great lady. Every year the JWV put a flag on his grave. They are almost all gone now.

My wife's dad was an advance scout at the Bulge, in the area near St.Vith's where they were over run by the Germans. He was on the front line, calling in the telemetry for the artillery.He needed up in foxhole ripping wires from his radio, as a German tank dripped fuel down on his head. After being wounded he was removed to a field hospital where his future wife was a triage nurse. After the war, they married and moved to Upstate NY where he worked at Norwich Pharmaceutical. He was responsible for putting the pink in the Pepto Bismol.(an Amercian hero)He never talked about the War until 45 years after when he spoke about the horror. We never knew he had PTSD, but he could not go into the snowy woods without flashbacks to the fear and utter mayhem. It was only after he died that we found the Purple Heart and bravery clusters. He never talked about those either. Apparently, once as the lines shifted he went behind enemy lines to retrieve an artillery piece who's crew had been killed.
He was a sweet man, an art lover and a painter and a jeweler, besides his job as a research chemist. The only thing I ever saw make him apoplectic was Bush getting selected in 2000. Even after his stroke he would literally spew venom when Bush appeared on TV. To have seen his brothers getting blown apart, right next to him, to have served with highest honor, this was the ultimate insult. A man who had no compunction sending others off to die, while avoiding servie ce himself.
We dearly miss him.

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

   Dorothy Parker


Great diary, Chaz. n/t (0.00 / 0)


Wonder if Sununu's fired now.

Neil Young's "Let's Impeach The President" (0.00 / 0)


This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

   Dorothy Parker


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