Ww Ll Journals of Sergeant Frank Pappas: 327Th Field Artillery
By Dan Papas
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Dan Papas
Dan Pappas was born in 1978 and raised in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania. He graduated from Upper Darby High School in 1997. Dan joined the US Merchant Marines after high school and sailed around the world for five years. He then pursued a career with District Council Twenty-One Painters and Allied Trades as a union painter. Dan continues to work as a painter and lives with his wife and three daughters in Aston, Pennsylvania. When Dan received his grandfather’s World War II journals from his father, he took an immense interest in them, and so did other family members and friends. Dan decided to publish his grandfather’s journals so others could enjoy reading a firsthand account of events of the war.
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Ww Ll Journals of Sergeant Frank Pappas - Dan Papas
WW II JOURNALS OF
SERGEANT
FRANK PAPPAS
327TH FIELD ARTILLERY
BY DAN PAPPAS
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Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Part I
Part II
Part III
Dedication
This book is dedicated to the memory of Sgt. Frank Pappas, who served in the 327th Field Artillery Battalion during World War II and to all the men and women who served in the US Armed Forces during World War II. The dedication is to all the men of C Battery of the 327th Field Artillery Battalion of the Eighty-Fourth Infantry Division and all of those who were mentioned in this book. May God bless all of those who never made it back home fighting for our freedom.
Acknowledgments
I wish to thank the following persons for helping me make this book possible. First and foremost, I would like to thank my mom, Diana Pappas, and my father, Frank Pappas, for giving me my grandfather’s journals and for helping me figure out the writings in the journals. It would have been impossible without them helping me for endless hours trying to interpret his handwriting and the faded ink and pencil. I would also like to thank my uncle Jim Pappas for giving me all the pictures that he had. Thanks to my uncle Richard Pappas and my wife, Kristina Pappas, for all of their help as well. I could not have done this without my family’s support.
Part I
October 20, 1944
There is a time, or should I say a moment, in a man’s life when he relaxes more or less and attempts to recollect certain incidents that directly or indirectly led to his present predicament. Many men, in his short span of living, feels he may have accomplished certain deeds worth remembering or possibly being written of.
I feel such an occasion has made its arrival within me. I write this not to feel proud of myself but only because I should want to remember for always what has occurred during my two years in the army.
The setting for my writing is most appropriate and befitting for you to see. I am now aboard a landing ship tank, bound for France. I have now been aboard five days, protectively anchored within Weymouth Bay along the southern coast of England. As I write this story, I can see most of us are becoming rather impatient, waiting for the seas to calm down so that we may cross the English Channel in the direction of the French coast.
This bit of haven is a most lovely spot, offering us a certain protective seclusion within the war zone. To the north, I can see the small navy base of Portland and at not too far a distance is Weymouth. My eyes travel the shoreline southward, looking to the old sea walls, which have been of great aid in ebbing the rough channel seas from churning us about.
Also in the bay are anchored eleven other landing ship tanks, composing our flotilla, and numbers of other smaller naval crafts. What a target this haven would have been for the Jerries two years ago. Time has passed and with the promise of victory for us and our allies.
I am very much ahead of my story. My intentions were to reveal my thoughts and memories from the very beginning of my induction, and here I am writing of two years hence.
Much has happened in the short span of two years to many of us. And for many of us, our experiences have somewhat differed. It is only natural that we all can’t see the same things or recall the same incidents in a similar manner. Some of us are more or less attentive or emotional. As for myself, I should remain neutral, for I don’t imagine I can reveal any more than the next man.
I was inducted into the army one year after Pearl Harbor, on December 7, 1942. I also recall the officer in charge remarking, We can now tell our sons we entered the army on the most historic day of our American history.
Such a remark coming from an officer did not stir me in the least. During my time of writing, never shall I attempt or hint upon any patriotism in my past or any particular enthusiasm for entering the army. I shall be most truthful and frank with myself and those of you who care to read my writings.
Some things in our lives happen in a flash and are easily forgotten with the passing of time. However, such wasn’t the case when I left my wife and son for the first time; we didn’t know what the future held in store for us. I almost felt my son sensed I was leaving home for some time to come. My wife seemed bewildered and confused, as if not believing or realizing I was leaving. Of course, we understood many families were going through a similar turmoil of confusion. Needless to say, the experience was so new and so unwontedly accepted, we clearly thought only of our grievances, not knowing the future. The hours to follow seemed like a bad dream. Having moments of deep thought, I had hoped time and again that all this was but a bad dream and I soon would be awoken only to be confronted with a cheerful smile from my wife. However, such wasn’t the case, for we were now living in this reality.
Never did I realize the occasion would arrive when for the first time in my life I should dislike a train ride. On boarding the train for my new destination, I knew I would be separated from those I love for a long time. Sophie looked lovelier than ever that morning; she was radiantly pretty, as if to look her very best for me only to kiss her good-bye, which was something hard to conceive. My mother, bless her, as hard as she tried, could not help but burst into tears, making it so much more difficult for me to leave.
Our destination was New Cumberland, and we made our arrival there on the morning of December 14. I now was in the army, trying to readjust myself to a new life and a new routine.
My first impression of New Cumberland was to look upon it as a quaint little village. I liked it. Knowing that it was close to home, I felt this would be the ideal place to receive my basic training. However, it was only an induction center, and I knew in a few days I would be transported to a distant camp.
The barracks of North Carolina were warm and comfortable. The two-story building was painted white and reminded me of a secluded country club. It was located on the banks of the Susquehanna, a most beautiful shoreline any season of the year. North Carolina was a community dependent on itself.
It was in North Carolina that for the first time I wore my GI uniform. I will admit I was rather disappointed in my appearance. My uniform did not fit. Somehow I felt a bit of anger. We were constantly on the go while in North Carolina; between gathering supplies and medical examinations, the occasion distracted my attention from home. I resented the attitude of the noncommissioned officers. They appeared to carry on with a certain amount of superiority, which I resented very much. They gave us the bum’s rush at every opportune time; however, time has taught we were to do likewise.
We left North Carolina on the night of December 16, never having realized we were to leave that night. The air was cold, blowing in from the north across the icy river to our side of the bank. Walking down the winding roadway leading to our destination, we were faced directly toward the wind. We welcomed the warmth of our makeshift barrack and certainly did feel relieved unloading ourselves of our barracks bags.
In a few moments, we were to start upon a new journey.
I won’t say too much about the journey. Everyone seemed to be in a wrapped-up seclusion of his own, thinking of home and those whom he may have left behind. Up until this point, I can’t recall the names of any of my new acquaintances. I thought of Sophie and Sonny constantly, wondering how she would manage. Bless her; she did very well. I should have known, though, that she is capable of managing her affairs at home. She has given me little or nothing to worry about. I am more than proud and happy to say she is my wife, for in her, I have found the most important thing in a man’s life, and that is a deep devotion and determination within her heart, combined with a willingness to make the very best with the very least.
On the fourth day of our journey, we were to learn we had