Leo LeCasse…

is a true American hero. We write about this terrific man in our next book, Angels on the Battlefield.  Shot down three times, while flying B17s over the combat zones of Europe, Leo escaped all three times.

The ability to speak “passable French”, along with English, helped him as he ran for his life, over days, to find friendly territory. 

“On one occasion, German boots came within six feet or so of my outstretched hand”, Leo shares in the book. Leo flew thirty-six missions over active combat zones. 

Read more about Leo when our second book publishes soon. 

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Above:  American hero, Leo LeCasse

 

Douglas and Gloria…

are long-time, childhood friends of mine. We attended the same school in the Virginia town of McKenney and attended the same Baptist Church. Like your author and his dear wife, Doug and Gloria have been married for more than fifty years.

While visiting together one Sunday morning after church Gloria and I were chatting when the subject of the next book of combat survivor stories came up. “When do you expect to complete the next book?” Gloria asked me.

“I am about half done with the thirty stories and hope to finish in the next six months or so”, I replied.

Gloria turned, looked in Douglas’ face, and said: “Honey, you really ought to tell Jerry your story. I know it is painful for you, but the kids and grandkids need to know what Papaw did in the war”. 

Already knowing that Douglas did not want to relive his painful memories of combat service in Vietnam, I looked at Douglas who quietly said: “Jerry, when you have a chance, please stop by the house and I will share the stories I have been holding so long”.

That painful story of combat, fear of injury, and death, along with the heart-wrenching loss of a dear friend, is entitled, Humble Hero. It will appear in our next book:  Angels on the Battlefield.

God Bless you both, Doug and Gloria. It is my privilege and honor to write your account. 

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Cover Image: Douglas and Gloria. Above: Author,  Jerry Barnes and wife Laura.

 

 

As he walked…

into the Wendy’s restaurant, it didn’t take long to realize: this dude is quite a character. Everyone working in the restaurant began to smile as Shane, wearing a US Marine hat strolled to the counter and ordered. Friendly and gregarious, smiles abounded on the faces of the workers.

Clearly, he was a “regular” and favorite of the employees. I noticed a slight limp as Shane made his way to a nearby table, carefully carrying his hamburger, fries, and coke. Shane turned to me and asked, “how are you, sir? Are you from around here?”.

“Well, I am a Virginian,” I said, “My wife and I are heading toward our home in Botetourt.”

“How about that,” he said. “I am originally from West Virginia. The wife and I retired here in Farmville years ago.”.

I noticed Shane’s right leg was stretched out a bit as if he was nursing a war injury.  “Where did you serve in Vietnam?”, I asked. After 20 minutes of swapping stories, I noticed tears welling up in his eyes. Words flowed freely from this new friend.

“Well, I served in several spots. Most of the action I faced occurred near Liberty Bridge.  By far, the toughest night of my life, occurred when a battalion of over 500 Viet Cong suicide soldiers attacked our little marine unit of 120. At eighteen years old, convinced I was going to die, I fought continuously for over four hours. Can’t imagine how many people I killed.”

I knew this story had to be told. I mentioned that I too was a veteran, as well as an author of combat survivor stories, and asked if he would be interested in sharing his story with me for an upcoming book.

“I would sure consider it,” he responded, giving me his phone number. “Might even be able to convince my son to give you his story also. He served in Iraq for three tours and fought in the battle for Fallujah, Iraq. He doesn’t want to share much. It may take some doing to get him to talk.” We left it at that, shook hands, and parted.  

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I met Shane, his son Brandon, and the family matriarch, Elizabeth, who “hung the moon” in the words of Shane. She is the energy for the entire family, clearly adored by both dad and son. Brandon, with his arms around his mom, reluctantly shared his story.  Elizabeth even talked Brandon into giving me a poem he wrote while in the combat zone. Powerful! Powerful!

After interviewing the Seaborne Marines, and speaking with me, the local newspaper in Farmville, VA wrote a feature story on these two. Brandon and Shane, shared freely with the reporter, recounting details of their combat. I am privileged to call these two “friends for life” and glad to be a small part of sharing this back story with each of you.

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Be among the first 1,000 people to receive an advanced, signed copy of Angels on the Battlefield. You can contact me for details by clicking the button below.

You can also use the link below If you would like a signed copy of my first published book of combat survivor stories When Heaven Visits: dramatic accounts of military heroes. For a discount on your purchase, leave a review of the book on Amazon, take a screenshot of your review, and email it to combatsurvivorheroes@gmail.com.

 

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Cover Image: Shane and wife, Elizabeth. Above: Brandon and Mom, Elizabeth.

my beloved husband…

the father of our children, struggled to walk through the jungle for several miles on a badly injured leg, seeking treatment from the primitive, Khmer Rouge jungle clinic. Five days later, he died there, alone in death. One of my teen-aged sons risked his life to bring the devastating news to us. Forbidden to travel without “authorization”, and leaving my elderly mother and young daughter, I ran toward the jungle clinic through dark hours, My dear husband lay on the ground alone, his eyes open in death. Through muted sobs, I gently closed his eyes and rested my head on his chest. My husband and crippled mother died during the hellish three and a half years we spent in the jungles of Cambodia. To this day, I don’t know where their bodies rest. We were told that Khmer Rouge soldiers, many of them teenagers, threw the dead and wounded in jungle caves. When the caves filled with bodies, they closed the openings with soil and found another cave.


The rest of this compelling story will appear in my second book, Angels on the Battlefield: dramatic accounts of military heroes. Publishing of “Angels” is expected in February ’21.

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Credit to Bettman for the image above

Blisters covering his body…

the little guy couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old when frantic parents, brought him to our field medic station in Iraq. A pot of scalding cooking water fell on his left side, burning him from head to toe. Compounding the grim situation, his poor parents waited for two days before realizing that no home remedies were able to provide relief.

The chaotic scene brought instant thoughts of my three children in Illinois.

Lifting the crying little guy to the treatment table, assessing his pathetic situation, we knew some form of relief must be found.

Morphine? Can’t do that. I am not a Dr.

Let’s begin debridement, drain the blisters, then apply medicinal cream to soothe each area. 

The slow process began, enabled by loving care and mounds of chocolate cookies.

An hour later, cries reduced to an occasional whimper, The Champ realized we were bringing relief to his pain.

 A week later, he was running around like any little six-year-old.

 

 

 

 

The Champ is one of several medic mini-stories in our next book, Angles on the Battlefield, scheduled for a Feb ’21 publishing.

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Above: photo of The Champ featured in Angels on the Battlefield, 2021