May 30, 2016_Memorial Day
Yesterday my husband received an email from a friend named Jim, who graduated from The Citadel. The Citadel was established in 1842 as the Military College of South Carolina.
The email Jim forwarded to my husband, was written about one of Jim’s classmates at The Citadel. The email is one representative account that tells of some of the countless sacrifices and acts of bravery that U.S. military men and women have made, and continue to make, in service to our country.
FROM JIM’S EMAIL:
Here’s something I thought you’d be interested in. It concerns (in part) a Citadel classmate of mine we called “Foggy” Davis. He was a nice guy who sat across from me in one of my history classes.
Subject: As we reflect on Memorial Day…….here is story of the sacrifice our classmate Stephen Davis made in Viet Nam and the Davis family…..
I thank my dear friend, band mate from I Company and the Class of 1965, Ron Padgett, for sharing this story about our classmate on Facebook today. Gives all of us still here, a moment to reflect on the true meaning of Memorial Day and the many sacrifices so many have made to protect our country and the many freedoms we enjoy.
A father-son Citadel Memorial Day memory about Honor, Duty, Respect
They are on the minds of our Charleston family this Memorial Day and in my mind, on all days. But for the younger ones, to help them understand, the complete story of our family’s heroes, as known from many old newspaper and military articles, is now written in one place for them to keep and to pass on in the future.
Maj. Gen. Franklin M. Davis, Jr. and his oldest son, 1st Lt. Stephen W. Davis, The Citadel Class 1966, are buried together in Arlington National Cemetery. When my father, Gen. Davis, first entered the army prior to World War II, he was a young officer and fortunate to be a member of the Honor Guard at Arlington National Cemetery.
In the darkness he would ride his horse to inspect The Tomb of The Unknown Soldiers, on guard, 24 hours a day, riding past the thousands of head stones and heroes buried there from America’s past wars. The only noise was the sound of the horse’s hooves. As Gen. Davis rode through the yard, the only noise the beating of horse hooves, he sensed the spiritual presence of all those great heroes buried there, relying on him to watch over the cemetery.
Years later, after the unimaginable horrors experienced by fighting the Nazis across Europe with the Third Armored Division in WWII, he was haunted by experiences such as liberating concentration camps, or surviving the misery of The Battle of The Bulge. Continue reading