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Subject:  Good-bye Date:  3/23/2006  7:38 AM
Author:  BAMartin Number:  1971 of 40212

I really do not know the best place to post this, in fact I am a little hesitant to post it at all. I guess I just need a shoulder to cry on at the moment.

Mere hours after I graduated yesterday, my father died. He was the grandest man I ever met and we had become very close over the past few years. He was a great American hero, and was the recipient of the Congressional Medal of Honor.

He entered the Army at the age of 17 to avoid being drafted. He went in as a conscinsious objector and refused to carry a gun. He was given a trench knife and a job as a medical corpsman on the front lines. The citation for his medal reads:

Citation:
Sgt. Bleak, a member of the medical company, distinguished himself by conspicuous gallantry and indomitable courage above and beyond the call of duty in action against the enemy. As a medical aidman, he volunteered to accompany a reconnaissance patrol committed to engage the enemy and capture a prisoner for interrogation. Forging up the rugged slope of the key terrain, the group was subjected to intense automatic weapons and small arms fire and suffered several casualties. After administering to the wounded, he continued to advance with the patrol. Nearing the military crest of the hill, while attempting to cross the fire-swept area to attend the wounded, he came under hostile fire from a small group of the enemy concealed in a trench. Entering the trench he closed with the enemy, killed 2 with bare hands and a third with his trench knife. Moving from the emplacement, he saw a concussion grenade fall in front of a companion and, quickly shifting his position, shielded the man from the impact of the blast. Later, while ministering to the wounded, he was struck by a hostile bullet but, despite the wound, he undertook to evacuate a wounded comrade. As he moved down the hill with his heavy burden, he was attacked by 2 enemy soldiers with fixed bayonets. Closing with the aggressors, he grabbed them and smacked their heads together, then carried his helpless comrade down the hill to safety. Sgt. Bleak's dauntless courage and intrepid actions reflect utmost credit upon himself and are in keeping with the honored traditions of the military service.



I had not cried yet, but as I write this, the tears are starting to flow. I love you Dad, and I will miss you. Rest in peace and go with God.

Barbara

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