Saturday, March 21, 2009

Le Caliente Cafe, Antwerp, Belgium

One of the questions I've been getting regarding my Blog
is whether inquiries come from readers I served with.
The truth of the matter is from the time
I finished Basic Training until my actual
Honorable Discharge, very few of the members
of my outfit knew me by my given name.. to most
I was just known as Finnegan.
Explanation!
Simple!
Yet complicated....as many simple things are!
Before completing my basic training in April of 43,
our Commanding Officer began dealing with
the issuing of passes for the Easter and
Passover Holidays which overlapped that year.
His solution was to split the Company roster
down the middle and give Easter passes to those
with names starting with A to N.
The remainder would enjoy their passes during
the following weekend.
Frank Simone and I were the only men in our
Barracks who were left out of sorts.
When Frank Simone asked the Company Clerk
about switching to the Easter weekend,
Frank was told to make the best of it...
The C.C. could not be bothered to change
and keep track of all the requests for these
changes of convenience because assignments
for details for the men who were not on pass
had been made.
In an earlier blog posting I indicated the
irresistible force of the Company Clerk.
When he made a decision, it was irreversible.
When Frank Simone and his Chicago cronies
found out that Solomon Fein was in the
Easter group they very swiftly persuaded
me to change so that they could have Easter
with their families and friends.
I needed little persuasion....but if I made it
look too easy they might not do a reasonable
job of covering for me when I was gone.
Easter came and went..Every morning at Revelry,
a designated some one, in a rear file of the platoon,
would respond with a "YOH" when Frank Simone
was called out ..
Not Here!
Not Present!
Just, YOH! NOT BY ME, Of course. My name was not on the List.
I did not fall out with the Barracks for Revelry.
Someone in our Barracks covered for Simone on every Detail Assignment.
Frank Simone returned from Holiday,
gave me his 4 day pass and assured me not to worry ...
The 5th day,before my pass expired,
I arrived in Harrisburg PA by train after
my holiday,took a bus to Indiantown Gap
and walked through the gate with a handful of other men,
flashing my pass at the disinterested guard,
at 7:00 AM Monday.
Walking down the narrow cinder road, coming
toward me some hundred yards away was
a column of troops.
When they got closer I knew them to be
my Company marching out to the rifle range
and led by my First Sargent.
Nowhere to hide
I stopped and stood there.
BUSTED!
When they got to me
the First Sargent recognized me.
Holding up his left hand and using his whistle
with his right to halt the men.
"Where Were You! " he bellowed.
Standing there in my Class A Dress uniform,
I simply said "Home."
"You're AWOL. You're under arrest!" he furiously
motioned to his Staff Sgt.to escort me
and confine me to my Barracks.
That afternoon,I stood for a
Summary Court Martial and sentenced
to 7 days of hard labor......
Tuesday morning, orders came through
transferring me to a Unit of Cook and Baker
School Graduates, who were due to go overseas
in the next few days.
Some of the guys from my outfit came over
to see me and commiserate with me
about my plight and how unfair it was
that the Company Clerk had told Frank
Simone, to work it out, any way that he could .
In addition to that, no one outside
of our barracks knew that Simone
was involved in my AWOL machinations... and
how much fun it was for everyone
during the few days I was gone.
It seemed when inquiries were made as to
my whereabouts, they were told ,
"I think he is in the barracks"
When the search was made in the barracks
they were told, "I think he went to the PX"
Finally one orderly after being misdirected
too many times exclaimed,
"In again! Out again! What is it with this Fein guy!
I might as well be looking for a,
" in again, out again, Finnegan"
The reason the First Sgt was upset with me was
because he took the roll call that Monday
morning before I showed up.
Someone had YOHed me in .........
and he took it personally.
Thursday morning the Cooks and Bakers shipped out.
Only 15 of Us GFUs who were left, were reorganized into
a Cadre for the for the formation of a new unit
of Instructors. ??????????
The right way, the wrong way, and the Army way.
The deal was enhanced with Corporal stripes
for each of us and I sadly waved goodbye
to my old unit two weeks later when they
left Indiantown Gap.
The rest of my time in the service, everyone
in the company including the officers,
thought the whole thing was laughable
and called me Finnegan.
Some might think in a negative manner.
I wore my Alias proudly because of my
close association with these brave men
who served with me in the 301st and called me Friend.
Willy Dick Bradley, N.Y.
Jack (Jake) Ryan, Wheeling West Virginia,
Meridith Williams, San Antonio Texas,
George Gable, Gene Autrey Oklahoma,
Bob Marcott and Robert Cary, Oak Park Illinois,
and that, occasionally, one or more of us, was rescued
from Under the Table in Le Caliente Cafe in Antwerp.
I think about these men often and wonder
if they have survived to enjoy their
well earned Senior years.
Ironically, I don't suppose they might think,
that their cohort of many escapades,
Finnegan,
is the Oldest Military Blogger.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

A "dramatic read" depicting the hierarchy of the army, escapade invoking "Finnegan" and a touch of humour. You exemplify a keen memory
to recall some of these brave cohorts
by name who served with you.
A superb closing sentence which authenicates a "title and new rank" you have justly earned. I

Anonymous said...

Just love it, what a great writer you are! Sherrie

phred3176 said...

Great Stuff
Got any Orange Juice?

Anonymous said...

Thank you for the insentive to continue giving us the "best" of the story.

Anonymous said...

Hey Finnegan,
I laughed when I read the story and you being given the nickname. You write so we can read easily. Love ya, Man..............Bill

memoriadei said...

Thank you for your service! My uncle was in Canadian special forces before the U.S. engaged in the European theater and then transferred to U.S. Another uncle, Army in Europe...another in the Navy. All gone. But my dad is still living at 90 this year. He was in the Navy at the Battle of Okinawa. He may not remember breakfast 5 minutes after he eats it but he will NEVER forget the time served in WW2. You all ARE the greatest generation. My love and my thanks!

membrain said...

I just found your amazing blog through a link provided by Andi at milblogpower. Thank you for your service and thanks for sharing your experience with us. I understand you are going to be a guest speaker the Milblog conference by teleconference. That's great!!

I won't be able to make the conference but I will be reading about it. I'm adding you blog to my blog roll. Thanks again.

membrain said...

I just found your amazing blog through a link provided by Andi at milblogpower. Thank you for your service and thanks for sharing your experience with us. I understand you are going to be a guest speaker the Milblog conference by teleconference. That's great!!

I won't be able to make the conference but I will be reading about it. I'm adding you blog to my blog roll. Thanks again.

solfine said...

Memoradei,
Thank you for your comment and if I may .......Please read my Caliente
post to your Dad and I,m sure he will remember his breakfaST WHEN HE FINISHES LAUGHING.

memoriadei said...

Where might I find the post to my dad? It's probably right in front of my face but I can't see it. Me..getting older too hahaha

memoriadei said...

Oh! Silly me! Good heavens...I see it, of course! If I can find the poem that he and his shipmates wrote, I will send that to you, too. Great times in the worst of times.