
Howard Schnauber
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"As a Young Marine in Combat . . . We Saw a Lot
of Things that a Human Body Shouldn't See"
Howard Schnauber
November 17, 1994
Interviewer: Rheba Massey
Howard Schnauber was just 19 that day in 1941 when he
went into the army recruiting office and asked what the
army could do for a young man. The recruiter's reply was,
" What could you do for the army?" Howard, a
farm kid, didn't know the answer to that question, but
the marine recruiter across the hall called him over,
"I like your attitude."
"Ten minutes
later, I was in the Marine Corps," Harold laughed.
When he was interviewed in 1994, half a century later, he
was still proud of having been a Marine.
Howard was born in Watertown, New York, and spent his
first seven years in an orphanage, until he was farmed
out to the Schnauber family who changed his name. He left
them when he was just fourteen and was on his own,
working on farms and for the Civilian Conservation Corps.
Howard went through boot camp at Paris Island and was
infused with the high standard for discipline necessary
to the corps. He was sent to New Zealand and then to the
Guadalcanal Islands on August 7, 1942. Only two of the
seven men he went in with survived. When he reached the
beach, he dropped down behind a big coconut log and was
able to silence the machine gun fire directed at the
scene before him: a chaplain praying over a dead Marine.
Howard wondered how the sniper firing from a cave had
missed hitting the minister. "I guess it kind of
makes you believe in something more powerful than we
are."
"That was my first experience as a young marine
in combat . . . We saw a lot of things that a human body
shouldn't see--the type of things that stay with you the
rest of your life . . . maybe God kind of messed up when
he made the human body. Why didn't he put a device in
there that would let you forget what happened 50 years
ago? Today I don't even know what I did yesterday . . but
I can remember what happened . . These are the things
that, in later years in life, come back to bother
you."
The marines took Guadalcanal and then went to
Australia where they regrouped, and even had some good
times, such as a Christmas dinner shared with a kind
family. Then they went up the coast of New Guinea, and
the day after Christmas hit Cape Gloucester, making five
separate landings. The last was at a Catholic mission
which sheltered some lepers and where they found some
nuns who had been horribly tortured by the Japanese.
The marines regrouped at the Russell Islands and then
hit the island of Peleliu where 17,000 marines were lost.
The Japanese had held the island for many years and were
entrenched in caves and tunnels. "You didn't stand
much of a chance. But we did end up taking the island. We
secured it and then I was sent home." Taking the
island was accomplished with the help of heavy artillery
and air support, but mostly the sacrifice of many young
lives. Howard said it was a matter of
"perseverance" and "guts"; but still,
some Japanese held on in the caves for two years, even
after the island was secured. The Japanese were so
determined not to surrender, that Howard feels the
Hiroshima bombing saved lives on both sides.
Morale among the Marines remained high, with the
exception of one man who could not stop crying; for the
majority the mood Howard remembers was
"enthusiasm." Howard is proud to have served
with the "finest fighting unit in World War
II." Not all of war was terrible. He recalls some
beautiful things, such as a church choir on the shore
singing, "Now is the Hour (when we must bid
adieu)" as they backed out of Melbourne, Australia's
harbor.
Howard was wounded four times during World War II and
once in Korea. He has scars and has a knee replacement,
but . .. "Nothing was so bad that I couldn't get
over it. The people that I came in contact with in
hand-to-hand combat, they're dead and I'm alive and that
makes me feel good."
Howard, having been shipped home from the Pacific with
a war injury, was in Washington, D.C. as a guard at the
White House when the victory in Europe was declared. When
President Roosevelt died, Howard stood guard duty for six
hours when the president's body was lying in state in the
rotunda. Howard recalls this president fondly, especially
for his respect for the Marines. Mrs. Roosevelt felt
differently; she thought the Marines "should be put
on an island and rehabilitated for six months before we
were allowed back into the States. We resented
that!"
On V-J Day, when the Japanese surrendered, Howard
recalls Washington was "just one great, big, massive
party!" President Truman came out in front of the
White House, three or four times and waved at the crowd.
"Everybody was just elated. These are the good
things you remember."
Howard's later memories of Truman are not so good.
Howard joined the National Guard and was stationed in
Korea in 1950 when Truman proclaimed the troops must stay
on active duty as long as they were needed. Howard's
extra year in Korea cost him his knee. From today's
perspective, however, Howard thinks Truman was one of our
best presidents. He liked that "He pulled no
punches."
Howard reflected on the many changes in society
brought by W.W.II. "Things in 1945 and 1946 started
to open up. People had a chance to go back to work . . .
It was different than before the war . . it was the last
of a depression; people had virtually nothing."
Howard's adoptive family hadn't had electricity, but
after the war because of the technology and companies
getting back into business, everyone seemed to be
light-hearted and happy. "It's amazing that we just
seemed to like what we were doing. We enjoyed living and
we showed it."
It was Howard's Korean war injury that brought him to
Colorado for treatment at the VA Hospital. Following
treatment he worked for the State of Colorado for
nineteen years. He was a park manager at Boyd Lake State
Recreation Area and later with Game and Fish. He was in
charge of law enforcement and once again his Marine
training served him well - "you have to be firm, but
you have to be just." Howard has been active in
Veterans Service, helping to organize this program to
provide transportation to the Veteran's Hospital. Another
program serves homeless vets, and perhaps Howard's
favorite is educating kids in respect for the American
flag. He wrote a poem about the flag.
His wife's name is Neva and is a "very, very good
woman-she's a patriotic woman."
My Name is
Old Glory
by Howard Schnauber
© 1994 the author[Mr. Schnauber has given permission to the public to use this poem for program or publishing purposes. Please credit the Fort Collins Public Library Local History Archive, Oral History Interview of Mr. Howard Schnauber, the author.] |
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I am the flag of the United
States of America.
My name is Old Glory.
I fly atop the world's tallest buildings.
I stand watch in America's halls of justice.
I fly majestically over great institutes of
learning.
I stand guard with the greatest military power in
the world.
Look up! And see me!
I stand for peace - honor - truth and justice.
I stand for freedom
I am confident - I am arrogant
I am proud.
When I am flown with my fellow banners
My head is a little higher
My colors a little truer.
I bow to no one.
I am recognized all over the world.
I am worshipped - I am saluted - I am respected
I am revered - I am loved, and I am feared.
I have fought every battle of every war for more
than 200 years:
Gettysburg, Shilo, Appomatox, San Juan Hill, the
trenches of France,
the Argonne Forest, Anzio, Rome, the beaches of
Normandy,
the deserts of Africa, the cane fields of the
Philippines, the rice paddies andjungles of Guam,
Okinawa, Japan, Korea, Vietnam, Guadalcanal
New Britain, Peleliu, and many more islands.
And a score of places long forgotten by all but
those who were with me.
I was there.
I led my soldiers - I followed them.
I watched over them.
They loved me.
I was on a small hill in Iwo Jima.
I was dirty, battle-worn and tired, but my
soldiers cheered me,
and I was proud.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on
the streets of
countries I have helped set free.
It does not hurt, for I am invincible.
I have been soiled, burned, torn and trampled on
the streets of
my country, and when it is by those
with whom I have served in battle - it hurts.
But I shall overcome - for I am strong.
I have slipped the bonds of Earth and stand watch
over the
uncharted new frontiers of space
from my vantage point on the moon.
I have been a silent witness to all of America's
finest hours.
But my finest hour comes when I am torn into
strips to
be used for bandages for my wounded comrades on
the field of battle,
When I fly at half mast to honor my soldiers,
And when I lie in the trembling arms of a
grieving
mother at the graveside of her fallen son.
I am proud.
My name is Old Glory.
Dear God - Long may I wave.
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