My Cooter's History Blog has become about 80% World War II anyway, so I figured to start a blog specific to it, especially since we're commemorating its 70th anniversary and we are quickly losing this "Greatest Generation." The quote is taken from Pearl Harbor survivor Frank Curre, who was on the USS Tennessee that day. He died Dec. 7, 2011, seventy years to the day. His photo is below at right.
Monday, January 21, 2019
WW II Vet Ray "Pops" Merrick Turns 95-- Part 1: From Chicago to Burma
You very likely have seen "Pops" around the Legion, enjoying his gambling, beer and occasional blackberry brandy. Most people, including myself just call him "Pops." His sidekick is his son Ken.
He was born in Chicago on September 5, 1923, and was a member of the Army Air Corps during the war. He was drafted right out of high school at age 19 and spent his boot camp training at places in Florida and Georgia.
During the war he served in New Caledonia, India, Burma and Australia and received a concussion from something, he doesn't know what, while in Burma. Much of the time he was in the service, he was in charge of traffic control and security.
Even as an enlisted man, he could swear at officers if they goofed up as long as he said, "Sir."
Sir!!! --GreGen
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