Thursday, September 7, 1944
Our Army and Navy Boys
Mr. and Mrs. Forrest E. Grogg and family, of Dunmore, were notified last week by the War Department of the death of St. Sgt. Emil L. Grogg, on August 8th, in England, due to injuries received in action.
St. Sgt. Emil L. Grogg was born on September 22, 1923 at Greenbank. He was a graduate of Greenbank High School in May 1942… He is survived by his parents; six brothers, Charles, Merle, Edward Ray, Donald, Forrest, Jr., and Marion David; four sisters, Doro- thea, Betty, Ruth Ann and Martha May; and a brother Pvt. Guy S. Grogg, in the Army stationed in North Africa.
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Lieutenant Elizabeth E. Hook, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. O. M. Hook, of Millpoint, now serving with the 101st Evacuation Hospital in France, writes in a letter of July 25th to her sister, Mrs. James Beard, of Marlinton, that she has met Captain Thomas Edgar, of Hillsboro, over there. The letter in part says, “I want you to know that I have met someone from home, Thomas Edgar. He came down one evening, a few days ago, and we had a good time just chatting over old times and what was happening back home. It was wonderful seeing someone from home, especially over here.”
James Buzzard, of the Navy, has been home on a short leave with his father, Rodney Buzzard. James has been in the South Pacific, and wears four stars showing of his participation in four major engagements
Lieutenant Glen L. Vaughan writes from somewhere in France that he is near some of the places his older brother, George Vaughan, was at in World War I. Lt. Vaughan is with a Radio Unit.
Basil C. Sharp, of the Army, has arrived safely in Italy. He is in the Infantry. He has been in service since last February.
Mrs. Paul Duncan has received word that her husband, Austin Paul Duncan, F 1-c (A.E.M.) is now somewhere on the Pacific. His brother, George William Duncan, S 2-C, is also somewhere on the Pacific.
LETTER
Somewhere in England
August 12, 1944
Dear Mr. Price;
When I was home in Marlinton, I often read letters from our boys over seas. Now I am writing you one myself. I am now back in England after being wounded somewhere in France… I am sending you a poem I have written here in the hospital. I hope you will print it in the Times.
Thanking you very much, and in advance, I am,
Yours truly,
Private Ralph D. Coberly
THINGS I MISS
I miss my home in Marlinton,
I miss my friends so dear,
I miss everything so dear to me
Since I came over here.
I miss the singing of the birds
The humming of the bees;
I miss the hunting on the hillsides
Among the rocks and trees.
I miss the buzzing of the old sawmill,
The tannery not far from the track,
I miss the gang at Wib’s pool hall,
But someday I’ll come back.
I miss the things I did not know I loved;
I wanted to be on the run,
But there is no place I’d rather be
Than in dear old Marlinton.
