Parallel Lives in Times of Turmoil–An Alsatian’s Experience

Having used the previous post to remind anyone in need of reminding–every major conflict produces stories like those of my family’s–millions of them, regrettably. I had been hoping to bring the stories of others close to me to light in this digital medium.

Having read the posts concerning my mother and father’s post-war story, good friends Jan and Yolie, the European-born (Belgium and Alsace) parents of my spousal unit’s brother’s wife, recalled a life parallel to my father’s.  Jan and Yolie are part of that great migration of the period, having emigrated from Belgium and Alsace to Canada, respectively.

And so, with thanks to Jan–hope you and Yolie are well in the winter of beautiful Montreal. You raised a wonderful daughter–like me, an “only”–and she with Guy have raised two lovely daughters, one of whom we saw twice this past weekend.

So, thinking of Jan and Yolie, here is their story as Jan has told it.

“ESTONIA AND ALSACE.”

What do the extraordinary experiences of two people during WW2 have in common?

In Eastern Europe we have Mr ALBERT VAART forced to leave his country ESTONIA because the coming annexation by the SOVIET UNION of the BALTIC NATIONS. These events brought him to take part in this conflict as fighter pilot in the LUFTWAFFE, and to see his wife and young boy become “displaced persons”.

In Western Europe, with the annexation by GERMANY of ALSACE (and Lorraine) we have our cousin LUC ELLING forced to join the WEHRMACHT, as young Alsatians are called to a WEHRPFLICHT, or obligatory service in the German Army.

A common experience happened in early 1945 on the German-Russian front, by then fought in Poland :

  • for Albert Vaart, fighter pilot in the Luftwaffe, to be shot down, parachuted and landing on friendly soil, heavily injured and sent for many month in hospitals. It took 1951 to be re-united with his wife and son at a pier on the Hudson River in NEW YORK, thanks to a new USA law permitting refugees to come to the USA
  •  for Luc Elling, radio-telegraphist & serving-gunner in a small tank (a crew of four), to survive the destruction of the tank, and to be miraculously     rescued by a passing motorcyclist. Sojourns in several hospitals. Operations of his two wounded arms, but the right arm could not be saved from an amputation. By April 1945, he was in a hospital in Prague, from where he could organize an escape and join his parents in STRASBOURG, already liberated by the Allies armies.

And there is a further noteworthy parallel : both took on further graduate studies and had successful careers

DULCE ET DECORUM EST PRO PATRIA VIVERE.

Life and the Alternative on the USS Valley Forge, LPH-8, 1967-68

The ships of the US Navy, for the most part, are named after heroes and historic events in war. And so it was with the USS Valley Forge (LPH-8), a World War II- and  Korean War- era aircraft carrier that was converted into an amphibious warfare ship in the 60s.

Its mission after the conversion was to carry helicopters that would carry Marines to points relatively close to shore and permit them to fly in to surprise an enemy from the sea. In my time with Third Battalion First Marines (Battalion Landing Team 3/1) and the “Happy Valley,” the enemy was the North Vietnamese Army during the period December 1967 to February (give or take) 1968, the time of the North Vietnamese Tet Offensive.

I’d mentioned in an earlier post that after my months as a rifle platoon commander I had been sent to “Embarkation School” at Okinawa to learn how to load Marines and their equipment onto ships. I’m not sure to this day if this assignment was a kind of R&R from combat in what seemed a halcyon Japanese island or serious preparation for an upcoming assignment, which is what it turned out to be. The assignment would be the loading of Third Battalion, First Marines and their supporting arms onto the five ships constituting Special Landing Force 3/1.

I had taken drafting class in high school, and my father was a draftsman for a time in his early days in the United States. A good thing, on both counts. embarkation school was about loading Marines and their gear, considerable when considering that 1,100 Marines, artillery, tanks, and tracked landing vehicles needed to be distributed onto five amphibious warfare ships, the largest of which was the USS Valley Forge (shown here in 1968, with Marines and their helicopters embarked—official USN photo).

In Okinawa, I had no knowledge of the details of what I was preparing for. I essentially learned what each of the five types of ships in the task force could carry and how, using paper cutouts of equipment, the tanks, artillery, amphibious assault vehicles, ammunition, other equipment, and Marines of Special Landing Force 3/1 could best be loaded. No CAD software available in 1967.

On graduation, I returned to the battalion in the sands south of Marble Mountain and south of the city of Danang to learn that Embarkation School was not R&R. We would be loading out in two months, sailing to the Philippines for additional training, and then returning, with a squadron of Marine CH-46 helicopters for combat operations in Northern I Corps and I was responsible for creating the loading plan.  This led to a flurry of travels to the units that would join us. Then much clipping of paper into shapes of tanks, artillery, landing vehicles, storage points and so on.