Now that I have your attention, this is your friendly history lesson of the week about 2 guys, who were most definitely 5 stars in life. Here you go.
Two Americans, two privates, they got 2 weeks of medical training and got assigned to the 101st Airborne as combat medics without rifles. Neither had seen combat, that is, until June 6th, 1944 when they parachuted in with the rest of the 101st Airborne and the 82nd Airborne behind German lines. The job of the 101st, along with the 82nd Airborne Division, was to cut off the main road connecting Cherbourg to Paris, which was critical to the German forces. The main road just happened to pass close to the village of Angoville-au-Plain, a place with less than 100 souls.
In the chaos of the first few hours of the beginning of the liberation of France and Europe, thousands of allied paratroopers found themselves dropped all across the French countryside, many not where they were supposed to be. The countryside of Normandy was a land of hedgerows, bogs, and low-lying farmland. The Germans flooded the land making it exceedingly tough for the American troops. As the soldiers of the 101st regrouped that night, a battle ensued that eventually engulfed the tiny village of Angoville-au-Plain.
Moore and Wright needed a place to set up an aid station and the best building was the local church in the middle of the tiny hamlet. The fighting in and around Angoville-au-Plain was acute and extreme. By the end of the day, both Moore and Wright were treating dozens of wounded soldiers. Some stories say that even treated two local girls, Lucienne and her friend Jean-Vienne, who were both wounded by a mortar round. Moore had slightly less training that Wright, so Moore would go outside the church, take a small local cart and go find the wounded, load them up and bring them back inside the church to treat them and do what they could. They used the pews, where blood from soldiers is still visible to this day. And by the way, they treated American soldiers, locals, and even German soldiers. They didn't care who you were, where you were from, who you were fighting for, they were wounded human beings that needed help, so they did.
From here, I let the L.A. Times tell the rest of the story.
By DAVID COLKER, Los Angeles Times
In the middle of one of World War II’s bloodiest battles — the 1944 D-Day invasion of western Europe — there was a small sanctuary where no fighting was permitted.
Inside a village church in France, two Army medics — Ken Moore and Bob Wright — cared for dozens of wounded soldiers, using the pews as makeshift beds. Mortar blasts rocked the building, but the medics refused to leave, even when told enemy forces were about to overrun the village.
With scant supplies, they stayed on to administer aid in the packed church, and not just to Americans. They also treated wounded German soldiers who came to the door seeking help.
“They were young men much like us,” Moore said in the documentary “Eagles of Mercy,” “except they were wearing a different uniform.”
Moore, 90, died Dec. 7, 2014 in a hospital in Sonoma, Calif. The cause was congestive heart failure, said his son, Francis.
The stone church, located in the village of Angoville-au-Plain, commemorates the medics’ actions with a monument on the edge of an adjoining cemetery.
Moore said in the 2013 public television documentary that he was astonished “Bob and I, just a couple of privates in the service,” received such honors. But Daniel Hamchin, the village mayor, said their role pointed out the dichotomy of that day for soldiers. “They would kill each other in the cemetery,” Hamchin said, “and they would heal each other in the church.”
Kenneth Jack Moore was born Nov. 5, 1924, in Los Angeles. He was raised by a single mother and graduated from high school in Redding. Soon after the 1941 bombing of Pearl Harbor he joined his buddies in enlisting. “We assumed it would take a few weeks to finish off the Japanese,” he told the Toronto Star this year. Moore volunteered to be a paratrooper and was chosen to be a medic, although he got only about two weeks of medical training.
He didn’t see any combat until D-Day, June 6, 1944, when he was one of thousands of troops parachuted into France. As a medic, he carried medical supplies, but no weapon.
Hitting the ground, he was quickly under fire. “There’s no substitute for hearing a bullet snap past your head, and you realize that someone is trying to kill you,” he said in the film. “You can’t explain or put into words how that feels, but it forever changes you.” He and Wright, who died last year, commandeered the 12th century church, designating it as an aid station by hanging a Red Cross banner outside. Wright had more medical training than Moore, but their expertise was limited. “Our training and our job essentially was to stop the bleeding,” Moore said in the film, “and administer morphine for pain and bandage up the casualties as best we could.” Wright instituted an order that all rifles had to be left outside the door and the injured began streaming in, by themselves or with the help of others. As the wooden pews started to fill, the medics designated an area near the alter for critically injured soldiers they couldn’t much help. With Wright taking on the bulk of medical duties, Moore sometimes ventured outside to haul injured soldiers to the church in a cart found nearby. This time, with his Red Cross arm band in full view, he didn’t take fire.
“The Germans were pretty good about not shooting at medics,” he said. “There were several times they could have shot me, and they didn’t.” At times, the battle raged so close that the building shook violently, blowing out the windows. A mortar shell that came through the roof didn’t explode, but when a chunk of the ceiling came down, it smacked Moore in the head, causing him to bleed. “That’s when I got my Purple Heart,” he said. “I was embarrassed to take it.”
According to the Geneva Convention treaty, signed by the U.S. in 1882, soldiers wounded in battle were to receive aid by medics regardless of which side they were on. The rule was strictly applied inside the church, with Germans getting aid alongside Americans. “I don’t recall any real animosity being expressed,” Moore said. U.S. soldiers rushed in at one point to say they couldn’t hold the town and they recommended that at least one of the medics fall back with them. But by then, the church was so packed with wounded that blood was leaking onto the floor as well as the pews. “Bob and I looked at each other,” Moore said, “and said, ‘We better both stay.’”
Tense moments followed as the enemy took the area and German soldiers with machine guns came into the church. But seeing Germans and Americans both being treated, they left without incident.
The next day, with Americans again in charge of the area, the situation eased and eventually the aid station was dismantled. In all, Moore and Wright treated more than 80 soldiers, including about a dozen Germans. They were awarded Silver Star medals for their actions, and both served in other battles, including the Battle of the Bulge.
After the war, Moore returned to California and worked for the Chevron oil company as an area representative. He eventually owned several gas stations of his own until the mid-1980s when back problems forced him into retirement. He occasionally returned to Angoville-au-Plain, where bloodstains can still be seen in the church pews, for ceremonies commemorating his and Wright’s actions on D-Day. “I think the reason it’s gotten attention now is that we weren’t involved in killing, we weren’t trigger pullers,” he said in the film. “I tell my grandchildren that my role in the war was sort of as an observer. I wasn’t a rifleman killing people, and I was there in one of the big historical events of our century.”
Ken Moore (L), Robert Wright (R)
The stained glass at the church today
Two Americans, two privates, they got 2 weeks of medical training and got assigned to the 101st Airborne as combat medics without rifles. Neither had seen combat, that is, until June 6th, 1944 when they parachuted in with the rest of the 101st Airborne and the 82nd Airborne behind German lines. The job of the 101st, along with the 82nd Airborne Division, was to cut off the main road connecting Cherbourg to Paris, which was critical to the German forces. The main road just happened to pass close to the village of Angoville-au-Plain, a place with less than 100 souls.
In the chaos of the first few hours of the beginning of the liberation of France and Europe, thousands of allied paratroopers found themselves dropped all across the French countryside, many not where they were supposed to be. The countryside of Normandy was a land of hedgerows, bogs, and low-lying farmland. The Germans flooded the land making it exceedingly tough for the American troops. As the soldiers of the 101st regrouped that night, a battle ensued that eventually engulfed the tiny village of Angoville-au-Plain.
Moore and Wright needed a place to set up an aid station and the best building was the local church in the middle of the tiny hamlet. The fighting in and around Angoville-au-Plain was acute and extreme. By the end of the day, both Moore and Wright were treating dozens of wounded soldiers. Some stories say that even treated two local girls, Lucienne and her friend Jean-Vienne, who were both wounded by a mortar round. Moore had slightly less training that Wright, so Moore would go outside the church, take a small local cart and go find the wounded, load them up and bring them back inside the church to treat them and do what they could. They used the pews, where blood from soldiers is still visible to this day. And by the way, they treated American soldiers, locals, and even German soldiers. They didn't care who you were, where you were from, who you were fighting for, they were wounded human beings that needed help, so they did.
From here, I let the L.A. Times tell the rest of the story.
By DAVID COLKER, Los Angeles Times
In the middle of one of World War II’s bloodiest battles — the 1944 D-Day invasion of western Europe — there was a small sanctuary where no fighting was permitted.
Inside a village church in France, two Army medics — Ken Moore and Bob Wright — cared for dozens of wounded soldiers, using the pews as makeshift beds. Mortar blasts rocked the building, but the medics refused to leave, even when told enemy forces were about to overrun the village.
With scant supplies, they stayed on to administer aid in the packed church, and not just to Americans. They also treated wounded German soldiers who came to the door seeking help.
“They were young men much like us,” Moore said in the documentary “Eagles of Mercy,” “except they were wearing a different uniform.”
Moore, 90, died Dec. 7, 2014 in a hospital in Sonoma, Calif. The cause was congestive heart failure, said his son, Francis.
The stone church, located in the village of Angoville-au-Plain, commemorates the medics’ actions with a monument on the edge of an adjoining cemetery.
Moore said in the 2013 public television documentary that he was astonished “Bob and I, just a couple of privates in the service,” received such honors. But Daniel Hamchin, the village mayor, said their role pointed out the dichotomy of that day for soldiers. “They would kill each other in the cemetery,” Hamchin said, “and they would heal each other in the church.”
Kenneth Jack Moore was born Nov. 5, 1924, in Los Angeles. He was raised by a single mother and graduated from high school in Redding. Soon after the 1941 bombing of Pearl Harbor he joined his buddies in enlisting. “We assumed it would take a few weeks to finish off the Japanese,” he told the Toronto Star this year. Moore volunteered to be a paratrooper and was chosen to be a medic, although he got only about two weeks of medical training.
He didn’t see any combat until D-Day, June 6, 1944, when he was one of thousands of troops parachuted into France. As a medic, he carried medical supplies, but no weapon.
Hitting the ground, he was quickly under fire. “There’s no substitute for hearing a bullet snap past your head, and you realize that someone is trying to kill you,” he said in the film. “You can’t explain or put into words how that feels, but it forever changes you.” He and Wright, who died last year, commandeered the 12th century church, designating it as an aid station by hanging a Red Cross banner outside. Wright had more medical training than Moore, but their expertise was limited. “Our training and our job essentially was to stop the bleeding,” Moore said in the film, “and administer morphine for pain and bandage up the casualties as best we could.” Wright instituted an order that all rifles had to be left outside the door and the injured began streaming in, by themselves or with the help of others. As the wooden pews started to fill, the medics designated an area near the alter for critically injured soldiers they couldn’t much help. With Wright taking on the bulk of medical duties, Moore sometimes ventured outside to haul injured soldiers to the church in a cart found nearby. This time, with his Red Cross arm band in full view, he didn’t take fire.
“The Germans were pretty good about not shooting at medics,” he said. “There were several times they could have shot me, and they didn’t.” At times, the battle raged so close that the building shook violently, blowing out the windows. A mortar shell that came through the roof didn’t explode, but when a chunk of the ceiling came down, it smacked Moore in the head, causing him to bleed. “That’s when I got my Purple Heart,” he said. “I was embarrassed to take it.”
According to the Geneva Convention treaty, signed by the U.S. in 1882, soldiers wounded in battle were to receive aid by medics regardless of which side they were on. The rule was strictly applied inside the church, with Germans getting aid alongside Americans. “I don’t recall any real animosity being expressed,” Moore said. U.S. soldiers rushed in at one point to say they couldn’t hold the town and they recommended that at least one of the medics fall back with them. But by then, the church was so packed with wounded that blood was leaking onto the floor as well as the pews. “Bob and I looked at each other,” Moore said, “and said, ‘We better both stay.’”
Tense moments followed as the enemy took the area and German soldiers with machine guns came into the church. But seeing Germans and Americans both being treated, they left without incident.
The next day, with Americans again in charge of the area, the situation eased and eventually the aid station was dismantled. In all, Moore and Wright treated more than 80 soldiers, including about a dozen Germans. They were awarded Silver Star medals for their actions, and both served in other battles, including the Battle of the Bulge.
After the war, Moore returned to California and worked for the Chevron oil company as an area representative. He eventually owned several gas stations of his own until the mid-1980s when back problems forced him into retirement. He occasionally returned to Angoville-au-Plain, where bloodstains can still be seen in the church pews, for ceremonies commemorating his and Wright’s actions on D-Day. “I think the reason it’s gotten attention now is that we weren’t involved in killing, we weren’t trigger pullers,” he said in the film. “I tell my grandchildren that my role in the war was sort of as an observer. I wasn’t a rifleman killing people, and I was there in one of the big historical events of our century.”
Ken Moore (L), Robert Wright (R)
The stained glass at the church today
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