Waymon Blundell was born January 17 1921 in Winnsboro, Texas at his home.
“I never got over the great depression. It raised me practically.
“The greatest thing about the depression, you got what you deserved, you worked hard for your money, it taught us how to live.
Today if we worked at 5 or 10 years old like we did, it would be illegal, but we had to. Picking cotton was how we survived.
I remember seeing the far sight of the dust bowl but it never came our way.
People seemed more honest then. It really built our character. All the kids younger than I were employees before they were old enough to go to school. Now we used to walk nearly 3 miles to school every day. That’s how important education was to us kids then. After school we’d come home and work until it was time for bed.
I was proud to do my part, but my dad sure worked the hell out of me. We picked cotton for 3 cents a pound. My sister was two years younger and she had to work with us in the fields as the whole family worked! there was no reason for anyone to stay home.
When I became a young man, I went to work for some oil fields and while working there I volunteered for the service after Pearl Harbor. I was still living at home, we didn’t have TV or radio, so we heard about Pearl Harbor from our neighbors.
After training at Ft Bragg, NC, I got married 3 days before I left the war.. many young men did..i was on the boat from Boston for 11 months, we took a long detour due to danger from German u boats.
My job in the US army was telephone lines in the division. It was an extraordinarily dangerous duty. At night, we walk down through the boondocks, put some tape on the telephone line and you were very vulnerable, so no one lit a cigarette.
I became Staff Sargent and at one point was in charge of 90 men… 100% of the men were killed or injured under my duty. 3 men were killed in a fox hole running telephone line when a mortar when into their hole in Belgium. I try and forget the details but that’ll stay with me until my last breath. Their deaths were not in vain. They died in a winning war, defending the world’s future.
Admittedly, the German were remarkable in the amount of troops and weapons they had in a country not even half the size of the US.
I landed hard on my knees in France in the dark, I’ve been sort of a cripple since.
In Bastogne, Belgium, a shell flew over my head, impairing my hearing, The shrapnel missed, I was in a room under a red tile roof, which missed after hitting tile.
I was also 101st Airborne made 2 jumps in the war. D-day, and Operation Market Garden which was the last major allied defeat. I got 3 bronze star because of being an asshole.
After the war I came to my wife and we lived in Texas where I worked in selling installation glass. I don’t get many visitors here at the retirement home, but my friend Brad posted on the internet about me, and I have received so many letters,phones calls and visits from people that I cant even keep track. It’s overwhelming at my age to know you are not forgotten.”
Waymon passed away peacefully 0n April 28th 2016. He received countless letters, phone calls and visits from many new and old friends during his time in the nursing home. He is missed by many.