Battleship Park & Colonel Frazier on Fox News
Memorial Day at Battleship Park
Updated: Thursday, 06 Jun 2013, 9:52 AM CDT
Published : Thursday, 06 Jun 2013, 9:51 AM CDT
Mobile (WALA) – SACRIFICES MADE
“I went on a march 6 days, 7 nights. No food, no water, no sleep and still made it,” Colonel Glenn Frazier recounted.
On days like Memorial Day, you can often find Colonel Glenn Frazier at Battleship Park signing copies of his book.
Aptly titled “Hell’s Guest”, the book recounts the Bataan Death March, when he and thousands of other Americans were captured in the Philippines in 1942. Colonel Frazier lost many friends during those dark days and over the years father time has taken the rest.
“Out of the eleven friends, the real close friends, I’m the only one left. All the rest of them have passed away,” Frazier said.
Newspaper Article from Speaking Engagements in Chambersburg PA
WWII POW: ‘Every day, you didn’t know if you’d live through to thenext one’
By T.W. BURGER, For Public Opinion Chambersburg Public Opinion PublicOpinionOnline.com
On May 18, Shippensburg resident Emory Horn sat quietly in the chapel at Letterkenny Army Depot and listened as
Alabama resident and retired U.S. Army Col. Glenn Frazier told about his experience as a prisoner of war.
Horn could relate.
Frazier fought in the Pacific and was a prisoner of the Japanese, and a survivor of the Bataan Death March.
Horn was drafted, fought in Europe with the famous Rainbow Division’s 242nd Infantry and became a prisoner of
the Germans. By the time he came home, Horn had suffered shrapnel wounds and had lost three-quarters of his
stomach to ulcers. His doctors told him the ulcers were the result of stress from living in the POW camp.
“Every day, you didn’t know if you’d live through to the next one,” Horn said. “It was very stressful.”
Emory Horn was born and raised in Freestone, a Letterkenny Township community in Horse Valley.
“It was a place where the mail came in once a week over Carrick Mountain,” Horn said.
Horn’s granddaughter, Wendy Mayberry of Fort Loudon, said her “Pappy” is one tough bird.
“The other day, he had his truck filled with concrete blocks and pavers, taking them up to his cabin to do some work.
He was going to unload them all by himself. Mom and Dad have a cabin near Pappy’s and they helped him unload,”
Wendy said. “He’s still pretty ornery.”
“They took him hunting last October for his 87th birthday and he walked right along with them, up and down those
The 11-point antlers of the Red Stag from that hunt grace the wall of Horn’s living room.
Horn said he could have legally avoided service.
“I could have got a farm deferment but didn’t want to do that,” he said.
After training in South Carolina and Oklahoma, Uncle Sam put Horn and a bunch of other guys on a boat and
shipped them all to Marseille, on France’s Mediterranean shore.
“We fought along the Rhine River to Hatten, France, and then got into the Battle of the Bulge (Dec. 16, 1944 to Jan.
25, 1945). That’s where I got captured, on January 9,” he said.
“They got me with a tank,” Horn said. “I was in an open field, and the Lord was with me, because they were
shooting at me with a machine gun. They got close enough that they were stinging my legs, but not one of those
rounds hit me. I ran into an open area where they were holding prisoners and I got captured.”
“After about three days in the POW camp, they needed a detail, some guys to dig a ditch from one factory to another,
which got me out of the boxcars they were keeping us in. I was glad of that,” he said. “Besides, when the Americans
came over dropping bombs, the ditch was about the safest place to be. It was near the end of the war, and the
Americans were bombing everything that moved. They were so close we could see the bomb bay doors opening.”
The POWs kept themselves fed well enough through some ingenious dodges. For example, though the inmates were
allowed no mail, the Red Cross Parcels of shoes, clothing and other items came through regularly.
“During the night, we would put our shoes in with a loads of towels,” he said. “The French bakers would take the shoes as trade. One pair of shoes got us three loaves of bread.”
He said the Germans never figured out how the French civilians were wearing all these new items of U.S. Army
“They would line us up for inspection and those who had been in front would take off their new uniforms and pass
them to the guys in the back and they’d put them on. The Germans never did figure it out,” he said.
Horn said he escaped three times. The first time he went with two others who managed to give their position away.
The next two escapes he went by himself. However, local farmers always spotted him and turned him in to the
As the war wound down, Horn’s captors got all the prisoners in a group and marched them out of the camp.
They were taken to an area when they could be turned over to the Americans, because the Germans did not want the
prisoners to fall into the hands of the Russians, Horn said.
Eventually, the shrapnel wounds from the Battle of the Bulge healed up after a hospital stay. Horn was discharged in
November of 1945, three months after the war ended.
Horn was one of eight boys and seven girls. All but two of the boys served, and all survived the war.
After the war, Emory Horn worked at the Letterkenny Depot for 16 years, and then drove trucks for the rest of his
“I retired in October of 1985, and I have been blessed ever since,” he said.
Public Opinion Newspaper articles from our May 2013 trip to Chambersburg PA
Walking in Forgiveness
As the years roll by I have noticed that very few people my age show up for any parties. All my close POW friends have passed on.
I have seen some of the worst people and also seen some of the best. All my close friends were so close to me while we were POWs in Japan. They would take their shirt off their back and give it up for me if I needed it. The love we had for each other helped us withstand the horrors the Japanese emposed upon each of us. If one of us got into trouble we did not have to ask for help, it was always there unconditionally.
Now let’s look at the worst. If one slept close to you, it was possible they would take anything of value and asking one of them for help, the request fell on deaf ears. They would do nothing for anyone. Everything that happened to one of them, would turn into blame it on someone else.
Anyone with a hard heart will not go to heaven, as it is explained in the bible. Go to the book of Matthew 18: 15-35. Jesus tells us in His word if you do not forgive His Father will not forgive you.
After 50 years of nightmares I found that I must forgive the Japanese for all the terrible things they did to helpless Americans. As I was working on forgiveness I found out that my life was changing and I met wonderful people instead of hateful people. They helped replace my POW friends that were no longer around.
At the age of 89 I no longer feel lonesome and I have a great marriage plus more friends than I ever had during the years of hating the Japanese.
I suggest you try it. If there is any hatred for anyone try forgiveness and repent to your maker. He is eager to forgive you and wipe your slate clean. I look forward not backwards every day.
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While I was a P.OW. in Japan many times we would get together at night and talk about our home. How long it has been since we had the pleasure to have Christmas. Often times we would pray and cry that something would happen, so that we could go home before Christmas to be with the ones we love.
When it came time to work in the P.O.W camp, we were taken to a large rice field, as we arrived two trucks came behind us. One truck had fourteen machine guns and sixteen Japanese soldiers, the other truck had been loaded with picks, shovels, and an additional ten soldiers. Then we were told to dig a grave six feet long, four feet deep, and two feet wide. Suddenly, we were given the order that each P.O.W. must dig a grave in two days and if we did not we would be punished severely. In two days no one had duf over fifteen inches. The third day when we arrived they had a big bulldozer there.
The beatings kept up, so we prayed that morning. They brought us into our camp for noon rice ball. While we were there a B-29 came into the valley where we were then dropped a 200 lbs bomb that hit the building across the street from our building. The bomb blew the building apart, killing four-hundred and injuring a thousand.
The US Air Force dropped thirty in thirty cities at the same time and hit Hiroshima with the second atomic bomb. We were told that the Emperor was going to speak the next day. After his
speech they told us the WAR WAS OVER!
All of us were crying for joy. The word was passed that all P.O.W.ís that could travel would be home by Christmas. God answered our prayers crying out to Him.
Finally, when I got home and my brother home from Europe, it was a glorious surprise on Christmas day my mother had brought us Christmas presents she had been saving for us through the years.
Our prayers were answered. We did get home. The best Christmas I have ever had.
Colonel Glenn Frazier
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The loss of the Philippines was the greatest defeat of the United States Army but it has not received the attention that such distinction deserves. How was it possible, with perfect knowledge of the enemy’s plans and greatly superior forces, that the U.S. lost a strong defensive position? Read more »
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