Listening to: America the Beautiful
Thought for the Day: We come, not to mourn our dead soldiers, but to praise them. ~Francis A. Walker
I know you’re expecting me to say this is my grandfather or uncle. The truth is I don’t know this man or any of his family for that matter. His name is John E. Isbell. John is one of the many faces from my community that was killed during WWII. As president of my community’s veterans park, I have become acquainted with all of those lost during combat. The experience is a bit haunting. I think you’ll understand why I chose to share John’s “story” as my Memorial Day 365 remembrance. There is so much pain in this story………….the sacrifices incomprehensible to me as a mother.
Taken from the Rayon Yarns -
First Lieutenant John E. Isbell
First Lt. John E. Isbell was killed in action while on a bombing mission over Austria on November 2, 1943. He was a bombardier on a Flying Fortress with the 32nd Bombardment Squadron.
“Jack” came to work at DuPont in July 1933, and was working in 2A Laboratory when he left for service in the Air Forces in August 1942. He took cadet training and graduated as a bombardier. He went to North Africa in 1943 and immediately started flying on missions over Italy in the Flying Fortress “Georgia Peach.” The “Peach” failed to return from the fatal mission of November 2, 1943, and a few months later Jack was declared officially killed in action. It has since been learned that he is buried in a small cemetery at Monich Kirchen, Austria.
Jack’s younger brother, Albert, who was a sergeant with the 104th Division Infantry, was killed in action in Holland on November 30, 1944.
The boys were the sons of Albert E. Isbell, Murfreesboro. Jack was married and his son, young Jack, was born on November 10, 1943, a week after his father’s death