All Goes on Twenty

By Jeep Canada

From the orphanage to the Marine Corps there are over 40 pictures. They tell the story of war and the people who fought in them. The Chosin Reservoir is one of the greatest battles in American History. The Star of Kota Ri was as important to the First Marine Division as the Star of Bethlehem was to the three Wise Men. From Korea to Vietnam there are men killed on the battle field. Their loved ones years still want to know anything that I can tell them about their story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781467061575

Jeep Canada

The author has written two books. The last one, We Few, We Chosin Few was given a five-star rating on Amazon.com, and the State of California has awarded a certification of literary excellence. The author spent twenty years in the Marine Corps. All Goes on Twenty is about the two wars the author fought in and was wounded three times.

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First published by AuthorHouse 10/25/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4670-6159-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-6157-5 (e)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-6158-2 (hc)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011918528

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Contents

About the Author

Acknowledgment

Chapter 1

The Orphanage

Chapter Two

Recruit and Drill Instructor

Chapter Three

From Camp Lejeune to War

Chapter Four

The Breakout

Chapter Five

Bean Patch to Punchbowl

Chapter 6

From Home to Discharge

Chapter 7

Back in the Corps

Chapter 8

Recon Recon

Chapter 9

From Third Battalion,

Third Marines to Vietnam

Chapter 10

Vietnam

Chapter 11

Home & War

Chapter 12

Ambush and Patrol

Chapter 13

From Tank Park to An Hoa

Chapter 14

Club and Home

Chapter 15

Discharge once more

Chapter 16

Reunion and E-mail

About the Author

James Eugene Canada, nickname Jeep, was born in the Blue Ridge Mountain of Virginia on September 30, 1932. The author lost mother when he was 6 years old and was raised in the Presbyterian Orphan Home. He spent 10 years of his life there.

Joined the Marines at 17 years of age and spent 20 years in the Corps retiring in 1969. Fought in two wars and was wounded three times. He was wounded once during the Korean War and twice during the Vietnam War.

His duties in the Marines were as a Drill Instructor, Pathfinder in First Force Recon Company, Gunny Sgt. in K-3-1. While Instructor on NBC Warfare, he taught most weapons and tactics courses, and guerrilla Warfare School. Attended jump school at Fort Benning, Georgia and earned his jump wings.

Canada received his AA at Mira Costa College and attended Pepperdine for two years. His hobbies are gardening, fishing, stamp collecting, writing, and poetry. Many of his poems have been published. This is his third book to be published.

His last book We Few, We Chosin Few received a 5 star rating from Amazon and the California Legislature gave him a Certificate of Recognition in honor of Literary Excellence on March 23, 2005

Was a member of the Chosin Few and attends the reunion of his Korean War outfit each year. He attends one of the local high schools events each year. The veterans tell the students about their experiences and the students put on a show for the veterans.

Acknowledgment

This story began in 1939. Because I have received so many E-Mails question about my previous books, I had to start all over again to make the whole story understood. Even now, I still receive E- Mails from people who lost a love one in two wars that I fought in. I do not get as many e-mails as I used to, regarding the Korean War. The majority of questions are about the Vietnam War; although, it was ended over 40 years ago. There are still sons, grandsons, nephews, daughters, and other family members who want to know about their loves ones from that war.

I personally want to thank Dorothy Kalaveras, Artist at Large, for her help in putting this book together. We went to Dorothy in 2000 looking for a sign for our reunion. H-3-5 used the sign that she made for quite a few of our reunions.

Dorothy did all the drawings for my last two books, War Emblems, and We Few We Chosin Few. Also the drawings and sketches for this book. She has done outstanding work in the City of Oceanside and surrounding area.

Last but not the least is my wife Eliz who put up with all the questions and spelling that I kept bugging her on.

Chapter 1

The Orphanage

There is always something before then and something after now. Then started on 7 December 1949 when I joined the Marine Corps I was seventeen years old and raised in an orphanage home. My sister, brother, and I were sent there by the state of Virginia in 1939. I spent 10 years of my life and grew up strong. I left one intuition for another. Looking back on the day I left the orphanage on December 6, I will always remember it being cold. Also, it was close to Christmas and hard saying good bye to all my friends. Breaking the bond after all these years was not easy.

The Marine Corps had given me bus fare to downtown Lynchburg, a bus ticket to Richmond VA, and a meal ticket for breakfast the next morning .The thought of not making the physical had entered my mind and where would I go if they turn me down .I could not go back to the home.

There is almost a mile from the orphanage to the bus stop There was a full moon out and it was not only cold ,it was crisp cold and so still. My ankle was still sore from the sprain I suffered on our last football game. This was the reason I worried about the physical.

Looking back, I remember the day we entered the home. It was after Christmas and all our toys we received on Christmas were to be left behind. My brother Billy was eight years old, I was seven, and our sister, Janie was six. Every kid had to work no matter how young they were, at seven, I was giving the job of going to the woods and filling two bags of leaves, bedding for the cows. When there is snow on the ground, you not only had to find the leaves but they could not be wet. If those two bags were not tightly packed, you would be sent back to fill then all the way up. It did not matter if it had got dark or not.

The kids who went in the home in 1939 and 1940 are in the following picture. My brother is the fourth boy from the left. I am the fifth boy from the right. Our sister is the fourth girl from the right. I do not know who the grownups are.

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Picture 1 - Kids from Home in 1939-1940

As a kid got older, you would be giving a new assignment. It could be milking the cows at 0430 in the morning. Feeding the pigs or during the summer working on the farm. There was a job that had to be done at the heating plant also and our cottage was heated by steam. Waking in the morning with the radiator clang and banging was a normal function during the winter.

The girl’s job was to take care of the kitchen folding the laundry, Washing the pots and pans, setting the tables for mealtime. They also, during the summer help in the canning and picking strawberries. When these events happen, the boys enjoyed it.

Dating was out in the early years and the dining room had the girls on one side and the boys on the other. Later when I was about to leave it becomes a little more libel and the boys began dating the girls. There were quite a few marriages. It is funny but I can.t remember any divorces.

When I was still in the small boys’ cottage, I remember a wedding taken place between Gordon Bragg and Margaret Wirth. It was just before WW II started.

I was one of those kids that were always in trouble. They have a system for everything and one would get either a whipping, restriction, loss of allowance, or a black mark which you would have to work on the only half of a day off, Saturday.

One time when I along with a half a dozen other boys was on restriction the kids all got to go see the Lynchburg Cardinals baseball team play. After they left we broke into the canning area below the gymnasium and ground up twenty bushels of apples. Pressing out the juice and filled up cans we used for canning.

We forgot to clean up the mess and it didn’t take long before they followed the smell to where we hid the cider. The smell was so strong that I don’t know why I thought we could get away with it.

Christmas was always fun at the home. Soon mail trucks were arriving and we all got close to see what names we could make out. We always open our presents on Christmas Eve and there was always a brown bag full of goodies. My sister and I have not spent a Christmas together since 1948 and when she came to my home in 2009 I surprised her with that brown bag. I remember that there was hard Christmas candy, nuts, raisins, and fruit. She cried.

One time during the summer, bringing in the hay crop, I rebelled. I think I was between fourteen or fifteen but still in the small boy’s cottage. There were four of us who were close friends, that did this .crime together. We knew we would get a whipping but we went anyway. When we came through the barb wire one kid said I pity you, they are going to bust your tail. I said, not me, I’m not going back. Burke and Hubert sided with me but Joe chicken out and went back. We spent the night in the hay loft and collected eggs in the morning, boiled them on a stump that had been burning for a couple of days in the woods .We also poached some horse corn just like the southern boys did in the War between the States. It is like popcorn, but only half popped.

The only money we had was fifty cents that Burke, had hidden under