The HISTORY CRIER
August 2003


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Continuing a Proud Tradition in Reporting Since 1941
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Atterbury AAF - Bakalar AFB - Camp Atterbury - Freeman AAF - Freeman Field - 28th Division - 30th Division - 31st Division
83rd Division - 92nd Division - 106th Division - Wakeman General Hospital

An Old Soldier Returns to Duty

During both World War II and the Korean War, the two hastily built military bases of Atterbury Army Air Field and Camp Atterbury did their parts to secure the Blessings of Freedom for all Americans and the Citizens of the World.

Atterbury Army Air Field, originally constructed in 1942 as a base for fighters to protect sprawling Camp Atterbury from enemy air attack, was instead converted to glider training, bomber training and troop transport.

Camp Atterbury, also built in 1942, trained thousands of men and women for duty in units around the world.  Included among the hundreds of units, were the 83rd, 30th, 92nd and 106th Infantry Divisions, all famous in their own rights and each with a story to tell of bravery and self-sacrifice.  During the Korean War period the 28th and 31st Infantry Divisions trained here.

Also at Camp Atterbury was Wakeman General Hospital, one of the largest convalescent hospitals in the nation.  Known world-wide for the innovative plastic surgery procedures devised and performed by Colonel Truman Blocker. 

Closed down at the end of World War II, the hospital sat idle until the outbreak of the Korean War.  Reopened merely as the U. S. Army Hospital, they began receiving wounded soldiers from the Korean battlefields.

Flown first to U. S. soil, the wounded were transferred to C-47 planes and flown into Atterbury Army Air Field, by then re-named Atterbury Air Force Base.

Wakeman General Hospital

The 57-building U. S. Army Hospital at Camp Atterbury.  During WW2, known as Wakeman General Hospital and Wakeman Convalescent.  Each two-story building was connected by two-story heated passageways.
 

Off-loading Korean War wounded from a C-47 at Atterbury AFB, enroute to the U. S. Army Hospital at Camp Atterbury.

Colonel Truman Blocker, Chief of Plastic Surgery

Colonel Truman Blocker
Chief of Plastic Surgery.  The Texas University Medical Building is named in his honor.

The patients were unloaded from the planes and loaded into ambulances and litter carriers for transport up U. S. 31 to the Camp Atterbury hospital, a distance of about 20 miles.

During this time period the government experimented with different vehicles trying to find the most efficient for patient transport.

In the early 1950's, one thousand Willys Overland Jeep Station Wagons, a popular civilian family car, and the first true SUV, were purchased, outfitted in olive-drab paint and distributed to various Army hospitals for testing as litter-carriers.

Willys Overland Jeep Station Wagon. 
The first True SUV and all-metal station wagon.

Patient and Nurse arrangement inside the converted Civilian Jeep Station Wagons.  Room for two litters on the right side and a seat for the Nurse on the left.

One such Jeep, serial number 36620 ended up at Camp Atterbury.  Almost daily, the Jeep, now fitted with room for two litters and a nurse's seat, made the trip between the landing apron at Atterbury Air Force Base and the hospital at Camp Atterbury, faithfully carrying wounded Heroes to treatment.

After the war came to a close, the hospital, along with Camp Atterbury was closed down for the second time.  Men, women, and equipment were transferred to other bases and a few items sold to the general public.  Included in that sale in 1954, was the original 1951 Willys Overland Jeep Litter Carrier.

Bought by a local farmer and used for farm duties for years, it eventually came to rest behind the barn, sitting in weeds less than 5 miles from the site of its former glory.  Discovered only when the farmer decided to bush-hog the weeds, the Jeep finally came back to the light of day.

Sitting with four flat tires, the roof riddled with rust holes, and remnants of a former raccoon family living under the hood, the Jeep bore little resemblance to it's former life.  But $250 later, a tow home, new battery and a can of gasoline poured into the carburetor, 'Willy' came to life once again, the big straight-six engine coughing but settling down to run just as it did some fifty-two years ago in service to it's country.

Muscle-aching sanding, some metal replacement and a can of bondo later, 'Willy' began the slow climb back to respectability.  Painted in the original Korean War era military colors of Olive-Drab semi-gloss and flat black and out-fitted with all the appropriate Red Crosses and markings, 'Willy' is a tribute to the many service men and women wounded while fighting in a war they never asked for, but fighting to defend America and the freedom of the world, just the same.

1951 Willys Overland Jeep Station Wagon converted by the military into a two-patient Litter Carrier.

Markings for the 388th Evac Hospital, a WW2 unit stationed at Camp Atterbury.  Read more about them at www.indianamilitary.org

I choose to mark 'Willy' as belonging to the 388th Evac Hospital, which was really a WW2 unit at Wakeman.  My reasoning was that I had a lot of information about the 388th and knew several members of that unit.  Information on the hospital units during the Korean War is much harder to find.  In appreciation, 'Willy' was asked to join the 388th Evac's reunion earlier this year, but Canada was just a little too far to drive.

Equipped with three-on-the-floor, four-wheel selector and High/Low range, the floorboard bristles with gear levers.  Outfitted with the original 5.35 running gears, it is capable of a blazing 40 miles per hour if you can stand the whine.  Called a rock-climber due to the gearing, it can climb up and over most obstacles.

Attached to the dash are the original U. S. Government data plates.

Government Data Plates on
'Willy's' glovebox door.

Odometer shows 52,000 miles

Taking a well-deserved rest.

    See 'Willy' on display at the Annual Re-dedication of Memorials at Camp Atterbury, this Saturday, August 2nd

Tales of an Old Jeep

In the years after World War II, thousands of ex-military Willys MB's and Ford GPW's were sold as surplus all over the world. Today, most of them have been scrapped, but a precious few of them have stayed with us as a piece of history. This is the story of one of them...

WillysThe old Jeep was tired, and its battered body looked particularly haggard in the autumn light. Today was its fiftieth birthday, and more than ever, he felt the weight of a lifetime of service on his sagging springs. As usual, he took it all in stride, always managing to do the work demanded of him, but on days like this, when the weather was cold and his latest owner favored the new Dodge Ram, leaving the Jeep in the musty, decrepit barn, old memories would creep up to him, beckoning, reminding him of better days...

He recalled the bright autumn morning when his crate was sealed and stowed in the hull of a Liberty ship for the long trip to North Africa. He remembered being assembled at a makeshift outdoor garage, the glaring sun of Tunisia warming his new canvas seats. For two long years, he served proudly with an infantry division, and he had been hit several times in the course of the war. Sometimes, when the weather was unusually cold, he felt a dull ache on his quarter panel, where the many coats of paint had never managed to conceal the dent left by a ricocheting .50 caliber slug.

WillysFifty years of work had dulled, but never erased, the smell of battle from his body, the lingering mix of sweat, gunpowder, blood and most of all, fear. Twice he had his driver shot out from over him, leaving him stranded, helpless, in the midst of a raging battle; but always another young man would jump on him and drive him to safety. Time had blurred the faces of most of his comrades in arms, but he could still hear Jonesy, a young soldier who gripped the wheel too tightly, talking softly to him, begging him not to give up, to hold the last drop of water in a ruptured radiator as they made their way around enemy lines during a German counterattack somewhere in Belgium.

The Jeep remembered proudly the day he was driven through the streets of a liberated Paris, with Old Glory flying triumphantly on his back. He could still hear the cheers and smell the grateful tears and flowers that were dropped on him that day. How happy his young soldiers had been that day, gaping at the Eiffel Tower and stealing kisses from the French girls who followed them everywhere.

After the war, he had ended up in Belgium, stripped of his machine gun and radios and sold to a young farmer who used him to pull a tiller. His young wife told her husband that the Jeep's olive drab color reminded her of the war, so he received the first of his many civilian paint jobs, this one bright red. For many years, he saw the Flemish soil yield its plentiful harvest and the farmer's sons grow tall and strong. One of them, the youngest, would drive him often, and after his father's death he had taken him to the city. From it the old Jeep remembered the lights, the cacophony of noises that never stopped, and the dozens of pigeons who would irreverently cover his hood with droppings.

The Jeep remained in the city for years, driven infrequently, until the day he heard the old Englishman's voice for the first time. "That's exactly what I've been looking for, lad!", he heard, and his starter motor struggled to fire the engine. "This Jeep and I are going around the world!". Two weeks later, his engine completely overhauled and all of his fluids changed, he rumbled happily on brand new tires. He also sported a brand new paint job, bright blue, with a small Union Jack where the radio mount used to be.

WillysWhat followed was the best six years of his life. The old Englishman, a country noble with a flair for adventure, drove him across Europe, to India, to Africa, to Australia, and then to Canada. The passage of time had inexorably frayed the memories of the trip, but the Jeep could recall a thousand tanks of gas, set after set of new tires, and the occasional spare part that kept him in shape. They had fled from bandits in eastern turkey, driven over bombed train tracks in the Punjab, crossed the dry plains of the Serengeti and the frozen tundra of northern Canada, endured scorching heat, monsoon rains, and storms of sand. Finally, their trip had taken them to Vancouver, where the old Englishman learned that his brother had passed away and his estates in Britain had to be settled. With misty eyes, the old gentleman sold the Jeep to a dealer, and the two traveling companions parted ways forever.

Twelve years and three owners later, all of who had purchased the Jeep for its low price and abused him mercilessly, he was exchanged for service to his current owner, a carpenter in Montana. Now he was driven only a few times a year, usually in the summer, and his paint was so faded that one could barely see the Union Jack on his left side. The passenger seat was long gone, as was the spare tire and the glass panels on the windshield, and his only companion was an ancient Marmon-Herrington pickup truck whose bed had been claimed by rust and his mood fouled by years of neglect.

Willys"It's back here, in the barn" the loud voice said, snapping the old Jeep back from his memories. His owner was walking up to the barn, talking to a tall, distinguished looking old man with silver hair. "I have been looking for one of these for quite a while now," the new voice said, "I want to restore it to its original condition." There was something soothing about the old gentleman's voice that made the Jeep hopeful, and he wished it wasn't the pickup truck they were talking about. "There it is," said his owner, "Behind the old pickup." The old man placed his hand gingerly on the old jeep's faded hood, mesmerized. "One of these saved my life once, back in the war," he said quietly, "...been in love with them ever since, but I never had the time to restore one until now that I've retired." There was something oddly familiar about that melancholic voice, but the old Jeep could not place it. "It's in better shape than I thought it would be...how much do you want for it?" said the old man, walking slowly around him and peering curiously underneath. "Why don't we talk about it inside, over a cup of coffee? It's cold out here", said his owner, and the two men walked away.

A half hour later, his owner started him up, and the old engine shook and backfired its disagreement. Slowly, he was driven up onto a trailer hitched to a big Suburban. The old man pulled some ratchet straps out of the back of the truck and began securing him to the trailer. The old Jeep couldn't believe it when a brand new tarp was placed over him and tied firmly in place, muffling the sound of the voices around him. "Grandpa, when you're done fixing it, can I ride in it with you?" He heard a young girl say; nobody had shown this excitement about him in decades, and it made the old Jeep feel good. Just like those young soldiers so many years ago, here was someone who really appreciated him. "Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you", his old owner said, "I hope you enjoy your Jeep, Mr. Jones."

               "Just call me Jonesy --- everyone does.........."

August 1943

Cpl Francis Thomas, of Headquarters Section, 3561st Service Unit, WAAC, receives a Letter of Commendation for her efforts in saving a drowning soldier while she was on furlough in New York.

Post Commander, Col Modisette shows 1st Officer Elizabeth A. Wilburn, new commander of the 3561st Service Unit, WAAC, around Camp Atterbury.

Shelbyville Bus Adds New Saturday "Run".  An additional Saturday "run" is available for soldiers using bus service to Shelbyville.  While the balance of the bus schedule remains the same, the extra trips have been added in time to provide more transportation to the Shelby County Fair in Shelbyville, which starts Sunday.  The new schedule goes into effect tomorrow, leaving Camp Atterbury at 1645 and arriving in Shelbyville at 1745.  Other Saturday trips leave camp at 0900, 1200, 2145 and 0100.

Post Guests Include 2-Man Jap Sub and Sailor Who Helped Capture It.  This suicide attack submarine was the first trophy of war with Japan, being captured at Pearl Harbor during the attack on December 7, 1941. The submarine stopped at Camp Atterbury for a new paint job at the Ordnance Shop.  The story of the capture is best told by Bernard Cook, machinist's mate second class on the U. S. Navy destroyer the USS Phelps, and now a patient in the Atterbury Post Hospital.  Receiving word from the Army Air Force that the sub had been sighted, the destroyer proceeded to the location and dropped depth charges while U. S. planes continued bombing runs.  The sub was forced to the surface where one member of the crew was captured by U. S. Marines.  The other crew member is presumed to have drowned.  According to Cook, one side of the conning tower was caved in by the force of the depth charges and had to be re-built before being sent on tour.  Cook's hometown is Columbus, Indiana and he became ill while visiting his family.  The sub is sixty-one feet long and six feet in diameter.


As submarines go, this Jap boat is a small one.  But the coning tower was just high enough to make it impossible to get past the door when the submarine was brought to the Ordnance Shops here for a re-paint job.

A Tribute to America -- The captured sub paid tribute to the United States, in a back-handed manner.  American scrap steel was molded into its hull.  American batteries were used to power it.  American-made valves and switches controlled its navigation and firing power.  American-made two-way radios were among the captured equipment.  American-made piping passed throughout its interior.  American-made brass propellers (two of them) - all were used in the Jap sub.  However, it has been most successful in bringing a message to the American people.  Not only has the sight of the sub made John Q. Public buy more War Bonds and Stamps, it has made him realize the treachery of the enemy.

Tower Guards.  Guards are on duty atop the high wooden watch-towers all night to report any blaze before it can gain ground.  The fire prevention routines have been a success as no fires have occurred to slow down the construction of the more than 2,000 buildings. (Mystery Solved. One of these Fire Towers appear in the Panoramic photos on the web site at www.indianamilitary.org   Until this article was found, their use was unknown.)

New Post Hospital Operating Room Constructed Under Ground.  "What's in a hole ?"  Answer - A complete operating room underneath the 231st Station Hospital's Victory Garden.  Built entirely of salvaged material, nothing has been overlooked in the underground chamber.  Everything necessary for major operation under combat conditions is here.  A camouflaged stairway leads down to a doorway just large enough to pass two litter-bearers and their load.  Once inside they find themselves in a vestibule to the operating room, which acts as an air lock for protection against gas.  The main chamber is 12 square feet in size, and can accommodate four patients resting on double-decker litter racks on the walls, another on the operating table and the surgeon and his nurse.  Used as a gas shelter, it will easily hold 30 men.

PX's 15 phones now available 'round-the-clock'.  Long distance telephone calls now can be made at any hour of the day or night from PX No. 15 at Division and Noble Streets.  This service will also be available at PX's No. 3, 9 and 13 within two weeks.  The deadline of 2130 for placing long distance calls will no longer apply, since the specially-built-phone room can be entered from outside the buildings at any hour.

Shown here, are all the comforts of the "big city" as provided in the new telephone room that is open 24 hours a day at PX No. 15.  T/4 Silas L. Logsdon (left) relaxes on one of the large comfortable chairs while looking up a phone number.  T/5 William C. Gallatin (center) takes it easy waiting for his long distance call to come through, and Pfc Stephen Norwak steps from the booth, having completed his call.  All are members of Quartermaster Section 1560th Service Unit.

 

The little vehicle at the left is the quarter-ton "4 by 4" Command and Reconnaissance Car, while the big vehicle next to tit is just a 'bus".  Many other vehicles of intermediate sizes are available at the Post Motor Pool. Pvt Vincent Brazytis wipes the windshield of the small vehicle while Sgt Vernon L. Wallace watches from the cab of the bus.  Both are from QM Section, 1560th SU.

August 1943

Cigarette Money will buy a $10,000 G. I. insurance policy.

Code Experts Foil GIs Sending Secrets.  North Africa (CNS) - Military censors are becoming expert at detecting and decoding enigmatic codes, ciphers and amateur "secret" messages which soldiers write in their letters to let the folks back home know where they are stationed.  Disclosure of locations of military units here is strictly taboo but soldiers writing home have tried ways of informing their families of their whereabouts.  One man tried to spell out "Tunis" by writing five consecutive letters to his mother and giving her five different middle initials.  Unfortunately the five letters arrives out of sequence, the initials spelled "Nuts" and the bewildered parents wrote back taht they could find no such name on their map of North Africa.  Payoff letter was from a soldier who wanted his folks to know he was stationed in Casablanca.  He wrote that for months he had been singing "As Time Goes By".  His mother didn't get it.  She wrote back that she was sending her son some new phonograph records so that he could find another song to sing for a while.

V-Mail Gets there first - Use it when writing overseas.

Night flying began this week for the upper classmen of 43-H.  This makes them feel that graduation is just around the corner.  All classes are glad that the Cadet Area will soon have honest-to-goodness sidewalks instead of puddles of mud to jump.

Wanta Swim - Play Ball - Go to Freeman's own Beach-on-a-Creek.  For a hot weather haven deluxe we recommend the beach-on-the-creek, favorite rendezvous of enlisted personnel at the post.  Formal opening of the beach, located about five miles northwest of Seymour on the White River was held Sunday, with a large crowd on hand to give the hideaway its initiation of the season.  Facilities which the area offers include picnic groounds, complete with tables and benches, softball diamond, bathing in a roped-off area with a lifeguard in attendance and beach chairs.  Free transportation to and from the grounds in Freeman's new busses has been arranged.  Those who plan to return directly to the field following a swim will be permitted to wear fatigue uniforms.  If a stop in Seymour is contemplated, soldiers must wear the class "A" uniform.  Busses will leave the bus station on the post daily at 0930, 1330 and 1820, returning at 1130, 1600 and 2030.  Present plans call for enlarging the baseball diamond and construction of bathhouses adjacent to the bathing area.
 

Not at No.1 -- It's the Army, Air Force Curtiss P-40F 'Warhawk", a low-wing, single-seat fighter powered by an in-line engine.  It has a pointed nose and long fuselage.  Leading edges are straight - trailing edges sweep forward. The tailplane tapers to rounded tips and is has a single fin and rudder. Fire at No. 2 -- It's the Nazi Heinkel He 113, a low-wing, single-seat fighter powered by an in-line engine.  The fuselage is rounded with a pointed nose.  The outer panels of the wings taper to rounded tips.  Both edges of the large tailplane are tapered and it has a single fin and rudder.

August 1953

Division To Get New Assistant Commander.  Brig. General John G. VanHouten will become assistant division commander of the 28th Infantry Division.  General VanHouten has been commandant of the Rangers Training Center at Fort Benning, Ga.

New Civilian Mess Opens August 13.  The new civilian mess, located at the corner of 31st and Milton will open August 13.  Free doughnuts and coffee in the morning, free pie at lunch and gratis cupcakes in the afternoon will feature the first day in the new location.  Mrs. Cecilia Wood, concessionaire, said this week.  Hours of the new mess will be from 0615 to 1930.  The mess is pen to civilian employees, guests and enlisted personnel.


"Look what my Daddy won," exclaims three-year-old David Forties as he points to ribbons worn by SFC Robert Forties, Camp Atterbury's most decorated soldier.  Wings on left were won as a member of the British Airborne Brigade.
 
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See Where Heroes Were Made…
Visit and Support the museums dedicated to preserving the memories
of those men and women who made today’s freedoms possible.

Atterbury-Bakalar Air Museum—located on the site of the former Atterbury AAF and Bakalar AFB, North of Columbus, Indiana.
Camp Atterbury Museum—
located in Camp Atterbury, West of Edinburgh, Indiana. Open Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday, 1 to 4 pm.
Freeman AAF Museum—
located on the site of the former Freeman Army Air Field, West of Seymour, Indiana. Just South of State Road 50.   Open Monday thru Friday, 8 to 4 pm. Inquire at the Airport Director’s office for admittance.

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