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1/422/106-ID - Forced March (Mohn) The Fate of the American POWs of the 106-ID)
Source Document: Forced March Major John P. Mohn, HQ Co, 1st Battalion, 422nd Infantry Regiment, 106th Infantry Division
Forced March, from Schoenberg - St Vith (Battle of the Bulge, Belgium) to Berchtesgaden in Germany, is the Prisoner of War memoir of the 1200-mile forced march done by Maj John J. Mohn, Hq Co, 1st Battalion, 442nd Infantry Regiment, 106th Infantry Division, Golden Lion and has been extracted from a book published in Canton, Ohio, USA and printed by PPi Graphics, also in Canton Ohio, (ISBN-13:978-08-9863465-5-2).
Being a friend of Mandy Altimus Pond, Maj John J. Mohn's granddaughter, we talked about the publishing of this book on the EUCMH Website and agreed that this work would be a great way to render honor to Maj John J. Mohn and the terrible period he experienced while being one American Prisoner of War in Nazi Germany during the last year of WW-2. Before starting with the text, I would like the reader to notice that combat photos from a surrendered unit in the combat zone don't exist, especially with the 422 and the 423-IRs of the 106-ID. On the morning of Dec 16, 1944, these two infantry regiments, were trapped between two German main axes of penetration; on their front, elements of the 5.Panzer-Army (Manteufeul) coming from Blieaf in Germany and heading to St Vith and on their rear, elements of the 6.Panzer-Army (Dietrich) coming from Lanzerath and Manderfeld heading to Liège via St Vith, didn't give a one of a chance to these two Regimental Combat Teams (422 and 423) which once cut off, without supply, couldn't withdraw in any direction. These men combated up to the last cartridge, then destroyed all their guns, machine guns, and rifles, and finally surrendered.
Dedication
To my wonderful wife, Cheri, and loving daughter, Debora Mohn Altimus; without whose prodding and encouragement this book would never have been written. And to my son-in-law Richard Altimus who assisted in the computer editing of this book. Editor's Note: Additional thanks to my granddaughter, Mandy Altimus Pond, who helped me with the publishing of her grandpa's book.
Maj John J. Mohn, 1/442-IR, 106-ID
Foreword
When WW II's Battle of the Bulge began with a surprise German attack on Dec 16, 1944, troops of the US 106th Infantry Division occupied the most exposed American positions. They had been in the European continent for less than two weeks and cut off from reinforcements, were left to face the German onslaught alone. They fought back, standing their ground, but as their ammunition; food and medical supplies dwindled and the enemy noose drew tighter, over 7000 were ordered by their commanding officers to surrender to the surrounding German forces. Except for the Bataan Death March, this was the largest surrender of American troops during WW II.
Maj Mohn, of Akron, Ohio, the author of this book, was the Operations Officer of the 1/422-IR. He was a citizen-soldier who had volunteered to join the Army as a private in 1941. This is the story of his 1200-mile odyssey as a prisoner of war to the far reaches of the Nazi empire during which he and his fellow soldiers were starved, frozen, bombed, and shot. Because the Germans were unprepared to absorb a massive influx of American POWs and had little space to house them, Maj Mohn's imprisonment became an almost continuous five-month march through the collapsing and chaotic Third Reich. Initially, he was sent to a camp for American officers over 500 miles away from Poland. He
arrived there only to be marched out of the camp a few days later when the Russian forces broke through the German lines around Warsaw.
Seeing the prisoners as a potential bargaining chip and intent on keeping them out of Russian hands, the Germans forced the Americans to make a harrowing march westward across rural Poland and Germany in the dead of winter just ahead of pursuing Soviet forces. After this month-and-a-half ordeal, the prisoners finally arrived at the Hammelburg POW Camp in northern Bavaria, only about 100 miles away from where they started. Two weeks later this camp was attacked and briefly captured by a Task Force of Patton's 3-A. The Germans, however, soon recaptured the camp and immediately sent Maj Mohn and the other prisoners on another dangerous march which ended at the Austrian border five weeks later they were liberated by American troops.
Through it all, Maj Mohn preserved and returned to the USA where he underwent treatment and rehabilitation for injuries he had suffered as a prisoner of war. he returned to civilian life and developed a highly successful career as a psychologist. But his remarkable experiences in the military never quite left him. Eventually, he put words to paper and the result is the archive you are about to read - one of the very few accounts of this type ever to have been published. More than just a narrative of his experiences as a POW in Nazi Germany, it is a testament to the indomitable spirit of the US soldiers and a reminder to all of us of the sacrifices they made to preserve our freedom.
Before the Battle of the Bulge - Mandy Altimus Pond
About 1937, while attending Akron University, John Mohn took Reserve Officers' Training Corps. John had no desire to become an officer, but by the end of his training, he had reached the rank of 2nd Lieutenant. In preparation for what appeared to be an inevitable world conflict, Congress passed the Selective Service Act in 1940. This was the first peacetime conscription in US history. Enacted in September 1940, this act required men between 21 and 35 years of age to register with local draft boards. Men were drafted by a lottery system and were required to serve for twelve months. After that year was completed, John was told he would be draft-free and not required to sign up, should a war arise.
On Feb 4, 1941, John decided to enlist for this program and join the Navy. He drove to Cleveland, entered the Armory, and began the process. He took the written test, passed the physical, and was about to be sworn in when the commanding officer at the Armory said that John's teeth protruded too much and they would not accept him. John stated in an interview that 'this is stupid' and went to the other end of the Armory and enlisted in the Army. At this moment he could have enlisted as a 2nd Lieutenant because of his ROTC training. It slipped his mind and he enlisted as a Private.
John was assigned to the 37-ID at Camp Shelby, Mississippi. He volunteered for the Signal Company (Teletype) and the day after he signed up, the teletype was discontinued, so he was reassigned to supply in the Signal Company and was sent to Indiantown Gap Pa. On Dec 7, 1941, the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor, and the next day upon request from President Franklin D. Roosevelt, Congress declared war on Japan and their ally Germany. This canceled the draft-free status that John had signed up for, as he had not completed his twelve months of training.
His division was scheduled to board a ship headed to the Pacific Theater of the war, but the boat blew up before they could head out.
John was then sent to Fort Benning, Georgia, for officer training from February through April 1942. In late 1942, he was sent to Camp Forest and assigned to the 80-ID for a year. He became CO Fox Co, 1/319-IR, 80-ID. His division was in charge of clearing trees in the mountains in preparation for war games, training men in firing artillery, and surviving in realistic battle situations. John was in charge of the logistics and planning for the war games.
The 80-ID was then incorporated into the 106-ID. John was reassigned as Bn OP Officer and sent to Camp Atterbury, Indiana, and assigned to Hq Co, 1/422-IR, 106-ID. John reached the rank of Captain and was told that he was the youngest Captain in the Division. As Operations Officer, he was in charge of logistics for troop movements. He staged a large 3000-troop parade in Indianapolis in 1944. After our advance movement order was in, we received new equipment, turned in motor vehicles, and did what training we could at odd intervals.
Finally, in September we moved by rail to Camp Myles Standish at Taunton, Mass. This place was known as a staging area where life reached the maximum of not letting anyone know anything at all. We existed on a monotonous routine of rumors until the day we redoubled our tracks, returned to New York, boarded the RMS Aquitania, and departed for Gourock, Scotland, on Oct 21, 1944. The 423-IR with various attached units arrived Oct 27, and the 422 and 424-IRs arrived Oct 28 with the artillery and some special units. We moved then to England where we were deployed in one of the most interesting and certainly the most beautiful parts of this country, the Cotswold section of the midlands. The 422-IR was stationed some 12 miles west and northwest of Oxford, the 424-IR near Banbury of Banbury Cross fame, and the 423-IR, and the Division Artillery near Cheltenham and Gloucester respectively. Division headquarters and special units were located centrally in this 200-square-mile area.
We remained in England preparing for an expected early crossing of the Channel. Between Nov 30 and Dec 1, the Golden Lions embarked on the long slow fifty-mile trip from Southampton to cross the Channel. We disembarked at Le Havre and at Rouen, a town about one-third of the way up the Seine toward Paris, and went into a bivouac in deep mud in the open fields in a cold drizzling rain, between the Dec 1/8.
During these days liaison officers from the 1-A headquarters arrived at odd intervals with conflicting and inconsistent sets of orders, so that during 48 hours we were assigned to three different corps in as many separate locations. Fortunately, troops and staff were arriving in unrelated groups as the weather and the Navy allowed them ashore so that no damage was done except to my disposition. The final messenger appeared on Dec 6 with instructions for us to leave for the St Vith area in Belgium. The first combat team to move, left the area on Dec 8, followed by the others as rapidly as possible. Upon arrival, we were to relieve the 2-ID, then in a defensive position, as part of the VIII Corps whose headquarters was then at Bastogne.
Troops being in the throes of landing after a rough winter crossing, staffs only partly present and maps few and far between, our move to the battlefield was a rather remarkable one and highly successful despite its discomfort. The route carried us nearly 300 miles through Amiens, Cambrai, and Maubeuge in France to Philippeville in Belgium. After an overnight bivouac in extra deep mud near the latter town, we passed through Marche and the villages of eastern Belgium to the vicinity of St Vith, arriving during the period Dec 9/15. The relief of the 2-ID's weary troops stationed along the quiet German border in the Belgian Ardennes Forest commenced on Dec 11, and was completed on Dec 13, responsibility for the defense of the sector passing to me on Dec 12. The troops of the Indian head Division assured the men of the Golden Lion Division that there would be little action on this hilly terrain in the middle of winter.
Edward P. McHugh
Preface - Maj John J. Mohn
It was Dec 16, 1944, somewhere along the Siegfried Line near St Vith, Belgium. The German counter-attack that would later be referred to as the Battle of the Bulge had begun. The gray, foggy dawn made a perfect umbrella for the German launching of an onslaught that nearly cost the Allies World War Two. What happened at the Battle of the Bulge may be a well-known story but none of the stories make any reference to the group of American Soldiers taken prisoner at that time and marched for 140 continuous days covering over 1200 long, cold, starvation-ridden, nightmare miles, terminated only by the end of the war in Europe.
Adversity is a mild term to describe the unbearable hardships endured by the ever-changing, ever-diminishing column of men. Temperatures dropped to ten degrees below zero (22°F). There were periods of fifteen days without a single bite of food. All suffered a phenomenal loss of weight (I weighed 65 pounds by the time of the liberation). We had inadequate clothing; many were without hats or gloves and at times no shoes. It was especially brutal for the poor Army Air Corpsmen who were only wearing thermal boots with no soles for walking when they were shot down and captured.
The journey was marked by frozen feet, legs, arms, faces, and even blood trails. Treachery, deceit, and fear are just feeble attempts to put into words the anger, horror, anguish, and despair felt by these military men.
The ordeal that the approximately 7000 US soldiers endured between Dec 16/44 and May 2/45 can only be epitomized by saying that a scant thirty of the original group even reached liberation as a unit. Losses of men beyond belief resulted from attempts at escape, exposure, starvation, the sadism of the German Guards, and being strafed daily by our own and Allied planes.
My book is not intended as a condemnation of the German People or Army but does make reference to differing attitudes and treatment by the Wehrmacht, to whom I owe a debt of gratitude for being alive, and the Elite SS Troops, who were constantly threatening our lives with attempts to exterminate us with machine guns and failed to provide even the most basic of necessities for our daily maintenance.
The German High Command seemed at a loss as to what to do with so many prisoners and lacked a plan regarding the disposition of us. The result was a wandering march covering three countries with no apparent purpose, with a final goal of holding us as hostages in Berchtesgaden at the end of the war. The consequences for us, as Prisoners of War, were painfully clear. The facts and sequences of events I know first-hand because I was there from the beginning to the end.
I saw dramatic changes in attitudes, values, behavior, and beliefs. Hidden strengths and weaknesses in the struggle for survival were surprising and at times frightening, but the salient factor through it all was that survival is 'All-Important' and that the 'Veneer of Civilization' is extremely thin.
December 16, the Horror Begins
I couldn't help being reminded of that famous poem by Rudyard Kipling 'The Charge of the Light Brigade' on that fateful, foggy, grey, cold, drizzling morning Dec 16, 1944. The difference was that instead of 'cannons' noted in the poem, we had German tanks to the left of us, tanks to the right of us, tanks in front of us, and tanks behind us. To 'charge' ahead would have been to go down the steep slope of an evergreen-covered mountain. The landscape was so much like the mountain areas of Pennsylvania that it was hard to remember that we were in a foreign country fighting a very serious war. Even more seriously, we were surrounded and annihilated by German Panzer Divisions from the left and right of us. German artillery from the front was terrible enough but, to our dismay, the Germans had captured our artillery and were using our guns to fire upon us from the rear. When we called for supporting fire, they were aiming at us instead of their troops. Our Battalion Commander, Col Thomas Kent was killed by a shell coming in from the rear of our 'Pillbox' command post. At first, we thought our artillerymen were firing short of their target, but when we heard the German voice on our radio, we realized the awful truth - we were literally at their mercy. The divide-and-conquer strategy used in the German attack had been completely unexpected and effective.
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I am out here every damn day!!! Twice a day staying true to my commitments!!! And I am seeing the results! So last night I had my mind set that I was going “the extra mile “ lol well actually the extra 2 miles because I wanted to get out of the routine of just doing three, so I wanted to push myself and do 5 miles. I am training for the baton death march, and I will be carrying a 35 pound ruck (back pack) so that’s what I’m training for. last night I completed 5 miles in less than an hour and a half. I really wanted to weigh my bag to see exactly how much it weighs. Well it wasn’t 30 to 40 pounds like I thought it was 66 pounds lol I’ve been carrying around 66 pounds thinking I was only carrying around 30 to 40!!! but I did not know any better when I was hiking I just knew what I had to do. I set a goal and I went for it!!! Set a goal go for it and just do the freaking work don’t worry about the what is or the unfairness of life or if you have more weight to carry than others just go out there and freaking do it! You are capable of much more than you think you are, do not focus on the weight of your problems. Focus on the hope and the goal and the weight will not matter.! The pack did not get lighter, but I am moving faster because I am getting stronger! It’s not blowing of the wind in your life that decide your future is the setting of your cell. How are you setting your sail in life ! Do not wish that life was easier. Wish that you were better and then go be better.! #healthcoach #pleasentseurprise #bataandeathmarch https://www.instagram.com/p/Cnmuiy_pFdg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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[#BookReview] A Bright and Blinding Sun - An amazing true story of a 14 year-old soldier who fought on Bataan in WW2 and became a POW after it fell. His life story of ups and downs is nothing short of incredible. Like in his other wonderful books, I love how @marcusbrotherton draws out the gritty realities of the human condition and reveals the power of hope and redemption that is available even in the darkest depths. A great read especially with Thanksgiving and Christmas season coming soon. #ABrightandBlindingSun #MilitaryEnthusiast #MilitaryHistory #MilitaryGeek #USArmy #WW2 #WorldWar2books #WorldWar2Library #BataanDeathMarch #POW #MilitaryHistoryBooks #Books #InstaLibrary #BookRecommendations #BookSuggestions #ww2books #WW2History #MarcusBrotherton #PlanesPatchesPeople (at Singapore / Singapura / 新加坡 / சிங்கப்பூர்) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkA-OaUhxNU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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TODAY IS APRIL 9 (ARAW NG KAGITINGAN) / DAY OF VALOR
......also known as Bataan Day or Bataan and Corregidor Day, is a national observance in the Philippines which commemorates the fall of Bataan during World War II.
At dawn on 9 April 1942, against the orders of Generals Douglas MacArthur and Jonathan Wainwright, the commander of the Luzon Force, Bataan, Major General Edward P. King, Jr., surrendered more than 76,000 starving and disease-ridden soldiers (67,000 Filipinos, 1,000 Chinese Filipinos, and 11,796 Americans) to Japanese troops.
The majority of these prisoners of war had their belongings confiscated before being forced to endure the infamous 140-kilometre (87 mi) Bataan Death March to Camp O'Donnell in Capas, Tarlac. En route, thousands died from dehydration, heat prostration, untreated wounds, and wanton execution while walking in deep dust over vehicle-broken Macadam roads, and crammed into rail cars for transport to captivity.
The few who were lucky enough to travel by truck to San Fernando, Pampanga would still have to endure more than an additional 25 miles (40 km) of marching. Prisoners were beaten randomly and often denied promised food and water. Those who fell behind were usually executed or left to die, with the sides of the roads becoming littered with dead bodies and those moaning for help.
Only some 54,000 of the 76,000 prisoners reached their destination; the exact death toll is difficult to assess because thousands of captives were able to escape from their guards. Approximately 5,000-10,000 Filipino and 600-650 American prisoners-of-war died before they could reach Camp O'Donnell."
SOURCE: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bataan_Day
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Bataan Death March
After the Fall of Manila in the hands of the Japanese Imperial army, The American and Filipino troops are forced to retreat to Bataan Peninsula, where they fought the Japanese troops for Three month without the aid of naval and air support, but on the 9th of April the remaining US and Filipino army crippled from starvation and sickness, forcing them to surrender the approximate number of troops remaining is 75,000.
The American and Filipino troops who surrendered where soon be prepared for approximately 65 miles walk from the end of Bataan Peninsula to San Fernando, the men are said to be divided to form a group of 100 persons, each group took 5 Days to get to their destination, approximately thousands of troops are gone due to brutality of the Japanese, that starve and beat the marchers and killed the ones that are too weak to continue walking. The remaining survivors were taken by rail from San Fernando, the American and Filipino soldier was forced into boxcars that reach the temperature of 110 degrees Fahrenheit, causing many of the troops to die. After that they are forced to march another 10 miles to Camp O’Donell the prisoner of war (POW) camp, It’s said that around 20,000 of the troops who survived the march died due to, disease and sweltering heat and malnutrition
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"Don’t join an easy crowd; you won’t grow. Go where the expectations and the demands to perform are high." - Jim Rohn // Pay The Man The best teachers in my life have been hard things and honest people. Hard things, by definition, cause me to reflect on what and why I chose into a given act. And when the hurt begins to add up, I am forced to take a look at myself and my situation and decide: is this thing worth doing, is this thing too much for me to do, or is this thing getting done no matter what. Honest people have a similar effect. The cause me to strengthen my internals. If honesty hurts, but it's true... do I blame and avoid, or do I let the feelings of anger or frustration wash over me and them exercise personal agency in controlling my response. Can I control myself and my feelings in an adverse situation... this is what I learn about me when facing hard things. Today life is too easy. People are too soft... particularly in the head. The slightest thing sets them off and in that moment they are lost to themselves. The master of self is calm and strategic... a skill I continue to work on as I take myself on. This weekend was one of those times. We did a 42k marathon ruck through the Sonoran Desert in honor of those who lived and died on the #BataanDeathMarch. The last 6k were absolutely horrible. Feet destroyed, blisters, aching knees, and swollen extremities. And the truth is... I wanted to quit several times. And I didn't because other people were there to witness my success or failure. It was my desire to keep my word publicly that kept me going. And I'll use that lever any chance I get to produce results. I traded pain for knowledge of self. And, I'll do it again... there is nothing more valuable in the game of expansion. Sight + Light, J Remember: there is #norestfortheworthy Be. Do. Have... In that order. (at Black Canyon Trail) https://www.instagram.com/p/COLwtPBgTaK/?igshid=j4fb6p944cas
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one of my most amazing, difficult, triumphant and inspiring things I have done in my life was the #bataandeathmarch #bataanmemorialdeathmarch "No Mamma, No Papa, No Uncle Sam" may the fighting bastards of Bataan be remembered forever. to my freind and brother @medicgijoe2002 thank you #challengecoin #mylife #marathonrunner https://www.instagram.com/p/CJj9ARmhLE8/?igshid=1hkqdelxh1oud
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75yrs ago today September 2, 1945 The Imperial Empire of Japan signs Unconditional Surrender to Allied Command aboard the USS Missouri. General Douglas MacArthur pictured above handing pen to British Lieutenant General Arthur E. Percival #TojoHideki #NankingMassacre #murder #bataandeathmarch #evilempire #japanesewarcrimes #thankaveterantoday #islandhopping #alliedcommand #axispowersjapan #Allies #americansoldiers❤️ #victoryoverjapan1945 (at Tokyo Bay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEp2dmhhPNm6ZNEfpik4I-yuTrtmicIN-PSDuc0/?igshid=1dlcufwlll61m
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You read about it in Books, Watched it in movies and TV yet you're still little taken aback when you see these. The Evil That Men Do. #DeathMarch #BataanDeathMarch #WorldWarII #WWII #AxisPower #AlliedForces https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz2z5GKlu5z/?igshid=p80soqnulv2x
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On April 9, 1942 over 70,000 American and Filipino soldiers surrendered the province of Bataan, Philippines to the Imperial Japanese Army. The Allied Forces, most of them Filipinos who joined the United States Armed Forces in the Far East (USAFFE), began a 60-mile death march to the San Fernando Railhead where they would be transported to Camp O'Donnell as POWs. With sweltering heat, little water, food, or aid, many soldiers suffered from malaria, dysentery, and starvation. Those who could no longer march were beaten, shot, and stabbed to death with bayonets. My grandfather was one of those soldiers. A Master Sergeant in the USAFFE, he was suffering from malaria. Still, he took on the role of a big brother to many of the younger soldiers. No longer able to march, the Imperial Japanese Army began beating him. A fellow soldier tried to help but was struck with a bayonet. My grandfather told the others it was okay and to keep moving. Reluctantly, they continued on. When they turned back, they witnessed a group of Imperial Japanese soldiers bayonet my grandfather to his death. He was a month shy of his 32nd birthday. Roughly 3,000 Allied soldiers died during the Bataan Death March and an estimated 20,000 more died at Camp O'Donnell while in captivity. As I reflect on my grandfather's sacrifice 77 years ago, I realize much of my fascination with WWII, the Korean War, and the Vietnam War is based on a profound recognition of the hardships my family and many other families endured during these significant moments in history. . . . . 📷Getty Images #ww2 #wwii #bataandeathmarch #bataanmemorialdeathmarch #pacifictheaterofwar #usaffe #americanhistory #warhistory #wwiihistory #ww2history #vintagemilitary #vintagephotos #warphotography (at Mariveles, Bataan) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwGejFXHU3o/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1d4z6fn0n9jn4
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Photoshoot on top of the mountains. The journey was long and painful for city millennials. But they found happiness after reaching the top. #behindthescenesphotography #behindthescenes🎬 #pinaybeauty #nature #bataanph #forest #naturephotography #nature_perfection #naturelover #behindthescenesphotoshoot #bataanbased #behindthescene #morongbataan #behindthescenes #behindthescenesnyc #bataandeathmarch #forestlife #forester #forests #naturelovers #igpinay #proudpinay #bataan #pinayofw #pinaypride #wheninbataan #forestry #pinay (at Orani, Bataan) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvsA1MwhmtK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=4m96l9w8pse2
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Not to be outdone by myself the previous day, yesterday I decided to explore the #innards of #keywest and go on another #bataandeathmarch on the #SUP for 5.8 miles in search of #juveniletarpon and anything else that would eat a fly. After paddling past eleventeen hundred #juvenilebarracuda (by actual count!😱) that I didn’t want to relinquish any flies to before finding tarpon, I finally found the #silverlode, ha! Then I kept paddling some more, and yet more. Even if I hadn’t found them and not flung a fly all day, it was such a fun journey and a neat side of the city that people rarely see, tucked away behind the #mangroves, #banyans, fences and hotels. To borrow from my @vilanoindians friend @rosstagrams, it was a great day out in #neature, ha! #hiddenkeywest #natureismetal @natureismetal #juvypoon #flyfishing #natureismyreligion #getamongstit #optoutside (at Key West, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuL3NXhjk3O/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9bv4si40qer2
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Such a humbling experience #footcare #somanyblisters #bataandeathmarch #medical
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The Reckoning by John Grisham was a different twist on John Grisham's normal Southern novels. WWII plays into this story and contains graphic descriptions of the war in the Philipines and the Bataan Death March. Meanwhile back in Clanton, Mississippi, Pete Banning's family is informed that he is missing and presumed dead. But Pete is alive and returns to his home a hero. Pete however, kills the local Methodist Minister, seemingly unprovoked and will not put up a defense. One of Grisham's better books with a twist. Recommend it.
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All is ready for the brave souls who will take the challenge of revisiting the past by joining the Bataan Freedom Run 2017 as Philippine Veterans Bank spearhead the celebration of the 75th Year Anniversary of the Bataan Death March together with its partners. Honoring the Country's World War II heroes #BFR2017 #funrun #run #running #Bataan #BataanDeathMarch #DeathMarch #KamuningBakery (at Kamuning Bakery Cafe)
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Yesterday August 15, 1945 marked Victory over Japan Day. Japan and the world are very different places today thanks to American & Allied Troops who made the ultimate sacrifice protecting us from torture, extermination, and tyranny. #thankavet #combatvets #WWII #neverforget #VJDay #heroeswearcamo #mcarthur #islandhopping #warcrimes #korean #china #nanking #leyte #bataan #bataandeathmarch #7thfleet #shigimetsusigns #tojohadtogo #pacificfleet (at San Francisco, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1PEwvvhkkMvOcAYcaPkY5dpzYbyWJYgN89Y4Y0/?igshid=1l6cpbdk44hnu
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