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Retirees' News
One of the few, one of the proud, one of the oldest
CAMP PENDLETON, Calif. — When the United States entered World War II in 1942,
Jeff Glaves was like most young American men at the time. He wanted to join the
fight and do his part to defeat the Axis powers.
However, while Glaves shared the enthusiasm of most of the country’s young men,
he himself was not so young. Instead, he was a 28-year-old husband and father of
two living in El Paso, Texas, working a steady job
[with El Paso Natural Gas Company. Ed.].
Many men would fret at the thought of leaving their family behind, never to
return, but Glaves’ desire to serve overpowered the sensibility of staying at
home. He wanted to see action overseas and saw the Marine Corps as his ticket to
the fight.
“I didn’t want to be in a department that didn’t see any action,” said Glaves,
who is now 95 years old and one of the oldest living members of the 1st Marine
Division. “I figured the Marines were the ones who would get me there.”
Much to Glaves’ disappointment he was told he had to wait to be drafted and
there was only going to be one slot available for the Marines.
Glaves remained positive, was drafted a couple of years later, and with a little
help from a friend, got what he wanted: a spot to enlist in the United States
Marine Corps. He left his family, job and home behind two weeks later.
After basic training Glaves found himself island-hopping as a quartermaster
while serving with the 1st Marine Division Service Battalion.
His original wish of seeing combat finally came true in September of 1944 during
the Marine campaign to take the island of Peleliu.
“Now that was a tough one,” said Glaves, who was a corporal at the time. “But it
didn’t bother me that much and I don’t know why. Maybe it was because I was
older, but I never really understood it.”
Glaves’ next taste of battle came at Okinawa. “That one was scary too,” said
Glaves. “I’ll never forget the machine guns and mortars.”
Yet despite braving enemy tanks, mortars and machine guns, and the hell that
must have been Peleliu and Okinawa, Glaves remains humble.
“I don’t really consider anything I did special,” said Glaves. “I did what
everyone else did. I fired my weapon.”
That is a typical answer from a member of what journalist Tom Brokaw has
proclaimed “The Greatest Generation,” modestly proud, yet tentative to remember
the horrors of combat.
“There have been many times Dad has talked about his life in the Marines, and
the ones that I remember are of him having to storm the beaches of Okinawa, of
digging trenches, of his buddies being shot around him and him having to call
the medic,” said Kathy Frost, 53, one of Glaves’ daughters, from Savannah, MO.
Glaves’ son, William Arnold Glaves, said he also remembers listening to his
father’s Marine Corps stories growing up.
“He has tons of stories. Once he was asleep next to a tank and when he awoke, to
his surprise that tank was gone,” said the younger Glaves, from Cypress, TX.
“Lots of stories about his buddies. And a few stories about the bad stuff, but
he mostly keeps those to himself.“
When Glaves left active duty he may not have been fighting the Japanese,
training for the next engagement or wearing his uniform, but he did not stray
far from Marine Corps.
“We were taught the basic life values, but honor, courage and commitment were
always a part of those basic values,” said Frost. “We were taught a lot of how
to respect our elders and not to talk back and we were taught the proper manners
and were held to them.”
“He is very proud of his Marine heritage. He believes in honor and commitment.
He is very courageous in that he still drives and lives by himself,” said the
younger Glaves. “He always said the Marines made a man out of him.” While Glaves is slow to give himself praise, he is quick to praise the country’s modern-day leathernecks.
“Damn right I’m proud of them,” said Glaves. “I’m very interested in what the
Marines are doing, and I am very proud of them.”
Glaves celebrated his 95th birthday July 15, and is still a shining
example of Marine Corps history. While he claims to have done nothing special
and finds it hard to understand why people would want to hear his story, the
answer stems from Marine Corps tradition.
Marines respect and cherish those devil dogs who came before them because, ‘Once
a Marine, Always a Marine.’
Story by Cpl. Zachary Nola
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