This appeared in the Boston Herald a couple of years ago, in slightly different form.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
William Robert Caddy
This appeared in the Boston Herald a couple of years ago, in slightly different form.
Caddy
Road is a side street off of a side street off of yet another side
street. It's the Dorchester Lower Mills street I grew up on in
Boston.
One
year, when I was 8 or 9 and Memorial Day neared, I noticed that our
street signs were decorated with small American flags. Until that
time, I had never given much thought to the name of our street. It
was just a street. When I saw the flags, I knew that our street was
also a memorial.
I
found out, via some research at the local library (this was waaaaaaay
before The Internet), that our street was named after William Robert
Caddy, a war hero. That's all I found out, though; just that one
fact. I didn't know what war, or what he may have done in that war.
Nevertheless, I felt proud to live on a street that was named after a
hero.
A
little later in life - I believe it was when I was 20 - I was driving
in Quincy and I pulled into a parking lot near Wollaston Beach.
There, I discovered a marker, denoting a little park that existed
just beyond the parking lot. The marker read "Caddy Memorial
Park".
Yes,
it was named after the same person. I now came to realize that he was
an exceptional hero. You don't get the Congressional Medal without
having displayed great bravery and valor. However, aside from the
fact of his death, there was little additional information.
Then
computers arrived, Google
was
born, and searching for things - and people - became much easier. I
finally found out the story behind the man for whom my street had
been named.
He
was born on August 8th, 1925, in Quincy. He died March 3rd,
1945, on Iwo Jima.
He
served with Company I, 3rd Battalion, 28th Marines. While in action
against the Japanese on Iwo Jima, Caddy and two other men in his
platoon (a sergeant and a lieutenant) were advancing against
enemy machine gun fire. Seeking cover, the three Marines dropped into
a shell hole. After unsuccessfully attempting several times to
advance, Caddy and the other men engaged in a hand grenade battle
with the defending Japanese. An enemy missile landed in the hole
where the three men were taking shelter.
Caddy
covered it with his body, absorbing the full impact of the explosion.
The
Medal of Honor was presented to his mother on September 8, 1946.
William
Robert Caddy is buried at National Memorial Cemetery of the Pacific,
Honolulu, Hawaii. He had not yet reached his 20th birthday.
I
never met the man, of course, but I lived on his street for 37 years.
He is the one I remember every Memorial Day.
Perhaps
you have an actual relative or friend who made the ultimate sacrifice
for our country. In any case, this Monday, while you enjoy a burger
or a hot dog, and perhaps a few cool drinks, would you please take a
moment or two to remember, with gratitude, a man or woman who made
such enjoyments possible for us all?
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I, too, remember a man I never met.
His name is on the memorial plaque in the gymnasium at the University of San Francisco.
I was named after him.
Well said my brother.
I will remember.
There are a few i remember. Sweetie's Uncle was one.
That's what I cal a long winded bit of research! WEll done for sticking with it. LOL
...of course. 'call' would have made much more sense...
...so would 'Well' !
Two men are high in my thoughts this Memorial Day: The Ol' Man, who made it back from the Big One and lived a good life, and Captain Carroll 'Lex' LeFon, USN (Ret), who died doing what he loved.
Today I'm remembering Darwin Thomas, my neighbor growing up. He was only in his early twenties when his plane took a direct hit in Vietnam. His body has yet to be recovered.
I asked Skip to elucidate on his comment here. He did, and it's worth a read. head on over to...
http://certifiedskip.blogspot.com/2014/05/thanks-dad.html
We don't have Memorial Day in Canada, but we remember our heroes on Remembrance Day Nov 11 instead. I think of my mother's cousin, Jack Chandler, who came to Canada from UK to learn farming techniques. When WW1 broke out he enlisted in the Canadian forces and was sent to England and then France. He was killed 3 July 1916, age 20. My sons and I visited his grave in a military cemetery near Arras, France, a few years ago.
what a terrific post
A coworker of mine spent more than a year researching the 40 plus war memorials that are scattered around the Town of Barnstable. It's amazing the meaning you discover behind the things you pass every day. Our "Memorials of Remembrance" series is the result of his research. If you're interested, you can find them here: http://youtu.be/apfMCnqQ8SU
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