The following is adapted from
FRANKEL-Y SPEAKING ABOUT WORLD WAR II IN THE SOUTH PACIFIC by Stanley A. Frankel
http://www.frankel-y.com/tape004.htm
Rodger Young died on a little island called New Georgia. He died in such a way that he was awarded a posthumous Congressional Medal of Honor and was chosen from among many heroes to be immortalized in a song of the infantry.
Oh, they’ve got no time for glory in the Infantry,
They’ve got no use for praises loudly sung,
But in every soldier’s heart in all the Infantry
Shines the name, shines the name of Rodger Young
Shines the name-- Rodger Young--
Fought and died for the men he marched among,
To the everlasting glory of the Infantry--
Lives the story of Private Rodger Young.
Rodger Young was a small man.
In a basketball game he was fouled and, with his legs knocked from under him, he hit the court head-on. He was struck unconscious but revived later in a hospital, apparently unharmed. Today, with better gadgets and more knowledge, it might have been clear that he had suffered some neurological damage.
Soon, he began to complain of deteriorating eyesight and hearing.
His parents got him eyeglasses, but he still began to flounder in school, having trouble seeing the blackboard or following what was being said. He dropped out and went to work in a factory, then, to bring in a little more cash, he signed up for the Ohio National Guard.
It should be enough to record that Rodger Young died a hero. But the facts show that he proved himself a hero several weeks before the fateful day that won him the nation’s highest honor. Yet perhaps only a half dozen of us know the real and complete story of his quiet gallantry.
This story is adapted with the intention of providing help to those on a spiritual quest. This man's example of self sacrifice serves to illustrate the high principles of God's love to us. Please read on...
The Request
It began on a humid day on Guadalcanal in June 1943. The 148th Infantry Regiment, Young's outfit, was girding for its next objective-- New Georgia Island with its insignificant but strategically vital Munda airstrip.
The company commander was busy that morning. He looked up sharply when Rodger Young, a thin, pale, and bespectacled staff sergeant, walked into his tent, saluted and said: '' Sir, I would like to request permission to be reduced to the rank of private. '' It was an odd request. '' What is your reason for wanting to be busted, Sergeant? '' the captain asked brusquely. '' Well, sir-- '' The little sergeant reddened, and continued haltingly, '' well, you see, my ears are going bad. I can't hear very well any more. '' He swallowed, and then finished in a rush. '' And I don't want any of my men killed in New Georgia because of me. ''
The C. O. 's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Was this a new twist in the technique of getting invalided home? '' What's the matter, Sergeant? '' he barked. '' Don't you want to fight? ''
Young stiffened. '' Sir, '' he said distinctly, '' I don't want to leave the outfit. I want to go on -- but as a private, so I'm only responsible for myself. I don't want to get anyone hurt because of me. '' His voice was thin and firm. '' If I thought I'd be left behind because of this, then I'd rather drop the whole thing. ''
He half sold the captain, and an hour later the company doctor confirmed Young's story. The sergeant's ears were in bad shape. '' Shall we send him to the field hospital? '' the doctor asked. '' No! '' Rodger Young answered emphatically.
The doctor shrugged and the captain made a gruff apology. He promised to get Sergeant Young reduced to the rank of private '' without prejudice, '' which he did the next day.
Three weeks later, the 148th Regiment (along with the rest of the 37th Division,) invaded New Georgia. The jungle was an almost impenetrable wall of vines and tangled undergrowth. The insects were unbearable, the food miserable, the water supply inadequate. At night, the 148th dug foxholes in mud and limestone. And, of course, there was always the enemy.
.The Report..
One evening the tropic sun took its sudden plummet into blackness just as 15 soldiers staggered into the company lines. Among them they carried five bodies, wrapped in blood- stained shelter halves. The lieutenant in charge of the ragged platoon made his report to the captain.
That morning, he had taken 20 men on a reconnaissance patrol a mile in front of the lines. He had led his men along an old, seemingly deserted Japanese trail, overgrown with vines and bushes. After a futile search for signs of enemy activity, he turned back at 4 o'clock, intending to be in his own company area before dusk.
As they trudged along the gloomy trail, the Japanese machine gun opened up suddenly and killed two men before the platoon could flatten into cover. The gun was fiendishly placed on high ground, commanding the entire area. There was no way around it; to rush it meant sudden death.
The lieutenant attempted a mass maneuver with his remaining 18 men, and two more died.
The situation was critical. If they could not break out of the trap before nightfall, the Japanese would move in. With the machine gun cutting off the only possible avenue of escape, the enemy was in no hurry.
.... What went on behind Young's spectacles and between his rather deaf ears no one knows. What is known is that he began to inch forward, cradling his rifle in his arms, past the lieutenant and toward the machine-gun nest.
The lieutenant saw him slither by, and tried to grab his leg. But Young was in a hurry and evaded his superior's grasp. Furthermore, the Japanese saw the rustle of grass and loosed a burst that singed the lieutenant's hand and tore his collar.
'' Come back here! '' the lieutenant screamed at Young. '' It's suicide. Come back-- that's an order! ''
Young hesitated a moment, then twisted his head around and grinned at the lieutenant. '' I'm sorry, sir, '' he said, '' but you know I don't hear very well. ''
He turned then, and continued to snake his way toward the Japanese emplacement. They saw him coming, of course. A stuttering burst cracked into Young's left arm and splintered the stock of his rifle.
Young let the useless weapon drop. Still, he pressed forward. His buddies fired blindly at the emplacement, trying to divert the spitting stream of death. It didn't work.
Another burst of fire sewed a scarlet seam down Young's left leg, from thigh to ankle. But he kept going, and finally reached a shallow hole about five yards from the machine gun. It was deep enough to afford him rather tenuous safety as the Japanese apparently couldn't depress the muzzle of their gun far enough to get a clean shot at him.
'' For God's sake, Young, '' the lieutenant shouted, '' stay where you are! We'll get you out somehow. ''
Maybe that time Private Young really didn't hear. He might have been dying at that moment. In any case, he wasn't in the mood for playing possum.
Painfully, he reached into his belt with his good right hand for a grenade. He pulled the pin with his teeth. Then, rearing up and back-- up out of his position of relative safety-- he lobbed the grenade toward the machine gun.
The gun answered with a blast that caught him full in the face. Rodger Young died as the grenade left his hand. Still, well thrown, it lit in the center of the machine-gun crew -- and killed every one of the five Japanese manning the weapon.
.... the 15 survivors were on their interrupted way back to Company D. Silently they carried their five dead. Rodger Young didn't need to worry any more about being responsible for the lives of his buddies.
The Recommendation
Two weeks later, the sweltering little island was in American hands... Company D's captain composed a lengthy recommendation that Private Rodger Young be awarded the Medal of Honor. One sentence read:
'' Disregarding the orders of his platoon leader to come back, Rodger Young moved forward into the face of enemy fire. '' The regimental commander changed that to '' Not hearing the orders . . .'' No one; in his regiment disobeyed orders, he remarked acidly.
The company commander also wrote letters to the next of kin of those in his unit who had been killed, including, of course, to the parents of Rodger Young. A month later, Rodger's mother replied, thanking the captain for his note, commenting that Rodger's bravery made the loss of an only son a bit easier to bear, and asked for a small favor: '' Rodger was proud of being a staff sergeant. Since his body won't be returned to us until after the War, we would like to put up a little monument in our Clyde, Ohio, cemetery, and would it be permissible to write 'Staff Sgt. Rodger Young' on the tombstone? ''
The captain quickly put in a request to Division Headquarters, asking that Private Rodger Young be promoted posthumously back to staff sergeant. He recounted the original reason for the demotion, the posthumous Medal of Honor, and attached the request from Rodger's mother. The Army remained inflexible. The request was denied; a number of army regulations were cited justifying the turndown, and when the captain protested in a personal visit to Division Headquarters, he was told firmly that there was no appeal.
Furious . . . whipped . . . he had to write to Mrs. Young that '' for the time being, your wonderful son would have to remain a private. ''
But this bitter rejection turned into an amazing benefit. Most of the branches of the military service had songs, but the infantry did not. The War Department assigned songwriter Frank Loesser...to write a piece for the infantry . . . suggesting he read the Medals of Honor citations for inspiration, and instructing him that he must only focus on infantry privates . . . not sergeants . . . not officers . . . but privates!
There are many such stories of gallantry. Although this is written about one man, it could be the story of a host of American soldiers, sailors and airmen throughout Americas brief history. This man's story serves to illustrate for us another story of gallantry that is often told but little understood.
It is the story of a man who likewise made himself of no reputation in order to save the lives of many.
Like our hero, Rodger Young, this hero was also a man of small stature. Amazingly, this was foretold almost 800 years in advance:
For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. Isaiah 53:2
He was not recognized as anything special - in fact He was hated without a cause.
Isaiah 53:3
He was despised and rejected by others; a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity; and as one from whom others hide their faces he was despised, and we held him of no account.
Just as Rodger Young was a voluntary servant to his country, this man was a voluntary servant of His Father.
John 10:15
As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father: and I lay down my life for the sheep.
He also took a voluntary demotion to a lesser rank
Phil 2:7
But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men:
He voluntarily stood between the enemy and his men; facing the enemy and receiving the full blast of their fury...
Rodger Young destroyed the enemy with a grenade toss while exposing himself to death. The Lord Jesus destroyed the enemy by
His resurrection after having exposed Himself to the enemy's wrath:
Hebrews 2:14
Forasmuch then as the children are partakers of flesh and blood, he also himself likewise took part of the same; that through death he might destroy him that had the power of death, that is, the devil;
His demotion to Private made it possible for a ballad of remembrance to be made to him and he was posthumously restored to his former rank of captain:
Phillipians 2:8,9
And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:.."
He becomes the 'captain of their salvation' (Hebrews 2:10) to all who believe.
The story of Rodger Young is not only inspiring from a human point of view, but also for those on a spiritual quest, it brings light to the life and teachings of the Lord, Jesus Christ. For more information, personal testimonies of souls saved by Jesus Christ and other spiritual helps please follow the spirtual quest links.
Thank you for reading, May God richly bless you....
Steve McMurray
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