This is the VIC 4 VETS, Weekly Honored Veterans.

SUBMITTED BY:  Frank S. Wright sent this via AmericanVeteransCenter.org

_____________________________________________________________

Frank S. Wright - Corporal, U.S. Marine Corps (Ret.)

United States Marine Corps, retired. I’m a hundred years old now — one of the last living Marine Raiders of World War II.

In January 1942, just weeks after the attack on Pearl Harbor, I quit high school in Arkansas and walked into the enlistment office.

I was sixteen — too young, too skinny, and too light to qualify. The sergeant told me to come back when I was heavier.

So I went home, ate all the bananas I could find, and stuffed five pounds’ worth into my pockets before stepping on that scale again.

I passed. I lied about my age. And I became a Marine.
After boot camp, I volunteered to join the 4th Marine Raiders, America’s first special operations unit.

They asked me why I wanted to join. I said, “Because I want to fight.”

Our commanding officer was James Roosevelt, the President’s son — a good man, the kind who never gave an order he wouldn’t do himself.

We were trained to land first, fight behind enemy lines, and take the beaches nobody else could reach.

From Guadalcanal to New Georgia, from the jungles of the Solomons to the black sand of Iwo Jima, we fought to free the Pacific.

On Guam, I was stabbed in the stomach during hand-to-hand combat.

On Iwo Jima, I was hit by machine-gun fire and knocked unconscious. Both times, my men thought I was gone. Somehow, I wasn’t.

When I came to, I saw the flag rising on Mount Suribachi. Every ship in the harbor sounded its horn. I had tears in my eyes then, and I still do when I think about it.

That flag meant freedom still lived.

There were dark days too...

On Guadalcanal, I caught malaria and ended up in a field hospital — but when my unit was preparing to move out, I couldn’t stand being left behind.

I slipped out and rejoined them. I’ll now admit, I was always a little rebellious.

When the war ended, I became a drill instructor, helping shape the next generation of Marines. I was in my twenties, carrying wounds inside and out.

For more than a decade, I didn’t share my stories. I kept them locked away, like many of my brothers did. 

Over the years, I began to open up and share my story with friends, family, and others who wanted to know about the realities of the battlefield at the Pacific Front.

At my age, I don’t take many things for granted. But I still believe in this country — and what it stands for,

Thank you for remembering. Thank you for caring. And thank you for keeping faith with those who served.
Semper Fidelis,

Frank S. Wright 
Corporal, U.S. Marine Corps (Ret.) 
Veteran, 4th Marine Raiders | 21st Marines, 3rd Marine Division

P.S. When I was sixteen, I had to lie about my age to fight for my country. Now, at one hundred, I can tell you the truth as plain as I know it: freedom isn’t free.

________________________________________________________________

This Week’s VIC 4 VETS, Honored Veteran on NewsTalkSTL.
With support from our friends at:
Alamo Military Collectables,  Gemini Wealth Group 
H.E.R.O.E.S. CARE, Inc.  Michel's Funeral Home 
and Freddie's Market         

This is the VIC 4 VETS, Weekly Honored Veterans.
SUBMITTED BY:&nbsp; Frank S. Wright sent this via AmericanVeteransCenter.org
_____________________________________________________________
Frank S. Wright - Corporal, U.S. Marine Corps (Ret.)
United States Marine Corps, retired. I&rsquo;m a hundred years old now &mdash; one of the last living Marine Raiders of World War II.
In January 1942, just weeks after the attack on Pearl Harbor, I quit high school in Arkansas and walked into the enlistment office.
I was sixteen &mdash; too young, too skinny, and too light to qualify. The sergeant told me to come back when I was heavier.
So I went home, ate all the bananas I could find, and stuffed five pounds&rsquo; worth into my pockets before stepping on that scale again.
I passed. I lied about my age. And I became a Marine. After boot camp, I volunteered to join the&nbsp;4th Marine Raiders, America&rsquo;s first special operations unit.
They asked me why I wanted to join. I said,&nbsp;&ldquo;Because I want to fight.&rdquo;
Our commanding officer was&nbsp;James Roosevelt, the President&rsquo;s son &mdash; a good man, the kind who never gave an order he wouldn&rsquo;t do himself.
We were trained to land first, fight behind enemy lines, and take the beaches nobody else could reach.
From&nbsp;Guadalcanal&nbsp;to&nbsp;New Georgia, from the jungles of the Solomons to the black sand of&nbsp;Iwo Jima, we fought to free the Pacific.
On&nbsp;Guam, I was stabbed in the stomach during hand-to-hand combat.
On&nbsp;Iwo Jima, I was hit by machine-gun fire and knocked unconscious. Both times, my men thought I was gone. Somehow, I wasn&rsquo;t.
When I came to, I saw the flag rising on Mount Suribachi. Every ship in the harbor sounded its horn. I had tears in my eyes then, and I still do when I think about it.
That flag meant freedom still lived.
There were dark days too...
On Guadalcanal, I caught malaria and ended up in a field hospital &mdash; but when my unit was preparing to move out, I couldn&rsquo;t stand being left behind.
I slipped out and rejoined them. I&rsquo;ll now admit, I was always a little rebellious.
When the war ended, I became a drill instructor, helping shape the next generation of Marines. I was in my twenties, carrying wounds inside and out.
For more than a decade, I didn&rsquo;t share my stories. I kept them locked away, like many of my brothers did.&nbsp;
Over the years, I began to open up and share my story with friends, family, and others who wanted to know about the realities of the battlefield at the Pacific Front.
At my age, I don&rsquo;t take many things for granted. But I still believe in this country &mdash; and what it stands for,
Thank you for remembering. Thank you for caring. And thank you for keeping faith with those who served. Semper Fidelis,
Frank S. Wright&nbsp; Corporal, U.S. Marine Corps (Ret.)&nbsp; Veteran, 4th Marine Raiders | 21st Marines, 3rd Marine Division P.S.&nbsp;When I was sixteen, I had to lie about my age to fight for my country. Now, at one hundred, I can tell you the truth as plain as I know it: freedom isn&rsquo;t free.
________________________________________________________________
This Week&rsquo;s VIC 4 VETS, Honored Veteran on NewsTalkSTL. With support from our friends at: Alamo Military Collectables,&nbsp; Gemini Wealth Group H.E.R.O.E.S. CARE, Inc. &nbsp;Michel's Funeral Home and Freddie's Market &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

We are NewsTalk STL. A radio station built in St. Louis, for St. Louis. We give you all the latest news, plus some analysis and opinion through a conservative and libertarian lens. Welcome home, St. Louis. Find out more at https://newstalkstl.com/

We are NewsTalk STL. A radio station built in St. Louis, for St. Louis. We give you all the latest news, plus some analysis and opinion through a conservative and libertarian lens. Welcome home, St. Louis. Find out more at https://newstalkstl.com/

We are NewsTalk STL. A radio station built in St.…

NewsTalk STL

We are NewsTalkSTL. A radio station built in St. Louis, for St. Louis. We'll give you all the details about what's happening in this crazy news cycle, plus some analysis and opinion through a conservative and libertarian lens. Welcome home, St. Louis.

We are NewsTalkSTL. A radio station built in St. Louis, for St. Louis. We'll give you all the details about what's happening in this crazy news cycle, plus some analysis and opinion through a conservative and libertarian lens. Welcome home, St. Louis.