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March 20th 04, 03:20 AM
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This is the Man Who Raised me
There was a tragic incident in our family six days ago. My father who was suffering from diabetes, palsy, lower back disk dehydration and depression decided to end his life. He was scheduled for a hip replacement operation on Monday. We all were planning a big party for his 80th birthday which was yesterday, but instead received his ashes from the crematorium instead. Here is a tiny, small, insignificant glimpse of what this true hero was all about. And none of it is bull ****. This guy was for real. I could never live up to the standards he was required to live by as a young man. Many of us could never approach the true horror and misery that a guy like this lived through. I heard the stories my whole life. At Dochau and Goettingen he was assigned the duty of unloading the corpses from the boxcars to examine the bodies. Many of them were still alive but starved into unconsciousness. My father found many who were alive and saved them from the crematoriums. They then examined bodies laying around the courtyards who were unconscious and found many who were still alive but almost skeletons covered by skin due to starvation. In Goettengen most of the prisoners were Mongolians. He still never told me why that was to the end of his days but the info was probably still classified and he was still under wraps as CIC. He helped them find food by opening a cheese factory there once the concentration camp was liberated. Of course he was under investigation since the town mayor and cheese factory owner were not in agreement with the liberation of the food necessary to feed the starving and liberated prisoners, so my dad shot and killed them, opened the wherehouse doors and gave the food to people who would have died within days if that had not been executed. The Germans had just began using the ME-262. I have a black and white photo he took of it somewhere during the war. They thought it was powered by gravitation or something since it had no propellers. He saw things that no one admits today like ME-109's pulling away from P-51's. He said he saw it many times. There was some kind of super propulsion unit they had on that thing that left the P-51's in the dust-might have been some kind of early JATO bottle or something. Anyone know? Was it a turbo of some sort? There are many of you guys here that lived through this too. I take my hats off to you. I'm proud that people like you protected this great country so that people like me could live in freedom for all of their lives. I will put a picture of this great warrior who worked for this country openly and under cover for most of his life on the binary file thing. I will post it here when I do it. You guys think Air America was something, you should have known this guy...and he was my dad! This is the tip of the iceberg. I've got stories I could write about until I die about this guy and what he did to protect YOU and I from the bull **** that went on and is still going on to undermine our great Nation! I promised to never write the stories he told me while he was alive because he was still under wraps. Now that he's gone, I may just open Pandora's box. Yes, it's been 60 years, but I know the truth behind a lot of it that this guy knew while working for the CIC. I'll have to think about it a bit but I'll bet none of it could compromise any security at this point. I'll just sit and think for a while then I might tell some of it. I might even run it by "security" before I do that. I'd love to write about what he told me about Anzio, Innsbruck, Paris and the Nazi roundup after the war. Here is his obituary. I cut a bit out of it about the family, but I heard these stories for nearly 60 years about what really happened over there. Bill Phillips __________________________________________________ ______________________ William Phillips Sr. William L. Phillips, died March 13, 2004, in Boulder City, Nevada. Bill loved his wife and family. He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, brother and uncle. A class act, he was a kind and patient man with a special way with children. He loved the desert, history, and he loved to read, write and recite poetry. Bill retired in 1979 as an operations foreman at Hoover Dam. Bill, a veteran of the US. Army, served in World War 11, from 1942 through 1945. He was one of the few survivors that saw continuous unending battle, with nearly 500 days of active duty on the front lines over a two-year period. His tour of duty took him from North Africa to Sicily, Italy, France, Germany, Austria, then on to Belgium and Holland. Although he initially trained to be an Army artilleryman, as the war progressed and the horrendous number of casualties mounted, he had to assume many roles such as battle-line forward observer, supply-support man for the engineering units, infantry rifleman, (nowadays called a sniper) and other positions required by front line units. He also served for nearly a year alongside the Huey P. Long's Louisiana National Guard, which was inducted into the Army during World War II. His battle history began in North Africa then into Sicily. His unit began in Europe with the battle of Cassino and on to the bloody battle of the beachhead landing at Anzio, Italy. Then he proceeded with the liberation of Rome, the engagements with the 6th-Corps in Southern France, across the Rhine River, followed by pushing the Germans back in a clearing action over the mountains into lnnsbruck, Austria, the Brenner pass crossing to Garmish and on to Salzburg. His duty proceeded back to Germany with the liberation of Dachau and Goettingen concentration camps. He was then assigned to the Central intelligence Corps (CIC) after the European treaty was signed. He worked undercover in France, Belgium, and Holland tracking down Nazi war criminals for the Nuremberg war trials. He was then transferred to Paris before returning to the United States to be granted an honorable discharge with the 141st Field Artillery Battalion. .. 
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March 20th 04, 03:54 AM
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On Sat, 20 Mar 2004 03:41:13 GMT, John Ammeter
wrote: Bill, Normally, I would cut out part of your post just to save bandwidth. But, it would be a dishonor to remove even one word of what you've written. Yeah, John, you too are a CLASS ACT. I wish I would have taken you out there to Boulder City the last time you were here so you could have met him. That was a mistake on my part. He was pretty open in his last years about the war missions, but he never talked much about the undercover stuff to outsiders. I could have filled in the gaps. He knew I had a clearance for 30 years and he talked with me freely. I don't blame him, he knew I was in the nuclear weapons testing program and was cleared to higher levels than his pay grade. The battle stories were interesting and long. I'd like to write them up someday because he told me things that I have never read about the German tactics. They were masterminds at psychological torture. They'd run JU-88's over our soldiers all night long with the engines out of synch. They engines would beat and beat and beat against each other until the ground troops went crazy. I've never seen that in writing. There's plenty more that he told me to keep under wraps until he died. I have to think it all out before I publish it. But I will publish a lot of it as long as it doesn't hurt our country. Bill
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March 20th 04, 04:27 AM
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"Badwater Bill" wrote in message ... There was a tragic incident in our family six days ago. My father who was suffering from diabetes, palsy, lower back disk dehydration and depression decided to end his life. Sorry for your loss, Bill. It sounds like he was a great man, but we will never know him to the depths you knew him. This is a great generation we are seeing go, and they are impossible to replace. We must do our best to pass on the honor and work ethic that they lived. It seems some are not doing their part in this reguard. Once again, happy trails to him. -- Jim in NC --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.629 / Virus Database: 403 - Release Date: 3/17/2004
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March 20th 04, 11:24 AM
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My condolences, and also my thanks that folks like your Dad and mine lived
long enough to raise and teach us. Hope we do as well, each in our way. Red "Badwater Bill" wrote in message ... There was a tragic incident in our family six days ago. My father who was suffering from diabetes, palsy, lower back disk dehydration and depression decided to end his life. He was scheduled for a hip replacement operation on Monday. We all were planning a big party for his 80th birthday which was yesterday, but instead received his ashes from the crematorium instead. Here is a tiny, small, insignificant glimpse of what this true hero was all about. And none of it is bull ****. This guy was for real. I could never live up to the standards he was required to live by as a young man. Many of us could never approach the true horror and misery that a guy like this lived through. I heard the stories my whole life. At Dochau and Goettingen he was assigned the duty of unloading the corpses from the boxcars to examine the bodies. Many of them were still alive but starved into unconsciousness. My father found many who were alive and saved them from the crematoriums. They then examined bodies laying around the courtyards who were unconscious and found many who were still alive but almost skeletons covered by skin due to starvation. In Goettengen most of the prisoners were Mongolians. He still never told me why that was to the end of his days but the info was probably still classified and he was still under wraps as CIC. He helped them find food by opening a cheese factory there once the concentration camp was liberated. Of course he was under investigation since the town mayor and cheese factory owner were not in agreement with the liberation of the food necessary to feed the starving and liberated prisoners, so my dad shot and killed them, opened the wherehouse doors and gave the food to people who would have died within days if that had not been executed. The Germans had just began using the ME-262. I have a black and white photo he took of it somewhere during the war. They thought it was powered by gravitation or something since it had no propellers. He saw things that no one admits today like ME-109's pulling away from P-51's. He said he saw it many times. There was some kind of super propulsion unit they had on that thing that left the P-51's in the dust-might have been some kind of early JATO bottle or something. Anyone know? Was it a turbo of some sort? There are many of you guys here that lived through this too. I take my hats off to you. I'm proud that people like you protected this great country so that people like me could live in freedom for all of their lives. I will put a picture of this great warrior who worked for this country openly and under cover for most of his life on the binary file thing. I will post it here when I do it. You guys think Air America was something, you should have known this guy...and he was my dad! This is the tip of the iceberg. I've got stories I could write about until I die about this guy and what he did to protect YOU and I from the bull **** that went on and is still going on to undermine our great Nation! I promised to never write the stories he told me while he was alive because he was still under wraps. Now that he's gone, I may just open Pandora's box. Yes, it's been 60 years, but I know the truth behind a lot of it that this guy knew while working for the CIC. I'll have to think about it a bit but I'll bet none of it could compromise any security at this point. I'll just sit and think for a while then I might tell some of it. I might even run it by "security" before I do that. I'd love to write about what he told me about Anzio, Innsbruck, Paris and the Nazi roundup after the war. Here is his obituary. I cut a bit out of it about the family, but I heard these stories for nearly 60 years about what really happened over there. Bill Phillips __________________________________________________ ______________________ William Phillips Sr. William L. Phillips, died March 13, 2004, in Boulder City, Nevada. Bill loved his wife and family. He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, brother and uncle. A class act, he was a kind and patient man with a special way with children. He loved the desert, history, and he loved to read, write and recite poetry. Bill retired in 1979 as an operations foreman at Hoover Dam. Bill, a veteran of the US. Army, served in World War 11, from 1942 through 1945. He was one of the few survivors that saw continuous unending battle, with nearly 500 days of active duty on the front lines over a two-year period. His tour of duty took him from North Africa to Sicily, Italy, France, Germany, Austria, then on to Belgium and Holland. Although he initially trained to be an Army artilleryman, as the war progressed and the horrendous number of casualties mounted, he had to assume many roles such as battle-line forward observer, supply-support man for the engineering units, infantry rifleman, (nowadays called a sniper) and other positions required by front line units. He also served for nearly a year alongside the Huey P. Long's Louisiana National Guard, which was inducted into the Army during World War II. His battle history began in North Africa then into Sicily. His unit began in Europe with the battle of Cassino and on to the bloody battle of the beachhead landing at Anzio, Italy. Then he proceeded with the liberation of Rome, the engagements with the 6th-Corps in Southern France, across the Rhine River, followed by pushing the Germans back in a clearing action over the mountains into lnnsbruck, Austria, the Brenner pass crossing to Garmish and on to Salzburg. His duty proceeded back to Germany with the liberation of Dachau and Goettingen concentration camps. He was then assigned to the Central intelligence Corps (CIC) after the European treaty was signed. He worked undercover in France, Belgium, and Holland tracking down Nazi war criminals for the Nuremberg war trials. He was then transferred to Paris before returning to the United States to be granted an honorable discharge with the 141st Field Artillery Battalion. .
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March 20th 04, 12:45 PM
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My condolences for the passing of your father, Bill. Sounds like one hell of a man... Richard
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March 20th 04, 01:52 PM
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Bill, Our condolenences, Sounds like a great great man who led and interesting life. Sean Trost
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March 20th 04, 04:48 PM
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John Ammeter wrote in message . ..
Bill, Normally, I would cut out part of your post just to save bandwidth. But, it would be a dishonor to remove even one word of what you've written. Your father was a hero. Not so much in the sense of one or two occurences during War. Because he did his job for almost two years under horrible conditions. Because of his dedication and patriotism, he saved many many lives, both American and Jewish. I wish I could have met him. It would have a proud moment for me to have had the chance to shake his hand and say a simple "Thank YOU". Many of those that served in WWII as well as Vietnam won't talk about their experiences. I know my Dad served in WWII on PBY's. He was stationed at Adak when the Japs invaded the Base. He hid out in the hills for over a week without food or shelter along with many of his compadres. He didn't talk about that; I've only heard about it now, years after his death. Bill, next time we meet I promise to raise a toast to your Father. John Hear Hear! Bill, I want to second what John said above. It appears when Uncle Sam has a tough dirty dangerous job that's got to be done, the Phillips family can always be counted on. Hot or Cold War. True American patriots. I salute you and your father, pac On Sat, 20 Mar 2004 03:20:59 GMT, (Badwater Bill) wrote: There was a tragic incident in our family six days ago. My father who was suffering from diabetes, palsy, lower back disk dehydration and depression decided to end his life. He was scheduled for a hip replacement operation on Monday. We all were planning a big party for his 80th birthday which was yesterday, but instead received his ashes from the crematorium instead. Here is a tiny, small, insignificant glimpse of what this true hero was all about. And none of it is bull ****. This guy was for real. I could never live up to the standards he was required to live by as a young man. Many of us could never approach the true horror and misery that a guy like this lived through. I heard the stories my whole life. At Dochau and Goettingen he was assigned the duty of unloading the corpses from the boxcars to examine the bodies. Many of them were still alive but starved into unconsciousness. My father found many who were alive and saved them from the crematoriums. They then examined bodies laying around the courtyards who were unconscious and found many who were still alive but almost skeletons covered by skin due to starvation. In Goettengen most of the prisoners were Mongolians. He still never told me why that was to the end of his days but the info was probably still classified and he was still under wraps as CIC. He helped them find food by opening a cheese factory there once the concentration camp was liberated. Of course he was under investigation since the town mayor and cheese factory owner were not in agreement with the liberation of the food necessary to feed the starving and liberated prisoners, so my dad shot and killed them, opened the wherehouse doors and gave the food to people who would have died within days if that had not been executed. The Germans had just began using the ME-262. I have a black and white photo he took of it somewhere during the war. They thought it was powered by gravitation or something since it had no propellers. He saw things that no one admits today like ME-109's pulling away from P-51's. He said he saw it many times. There was some kind of super propulsion unit they had on that thing that left the P-51's in the dust-might have been some kind of early JATO bottle or something. Anyone know? Was it a turbo of some sort? There are many of you guys here that lived through this too. I take my hats off to you. I'm proud that people like you protected this great country so that people like me could live in freedom for all of their lives. I will put a picture of this great warrior who worked for this country openly and under cover for most of his life on the binary file thing. I will post it here when I do it. You guys think Air America was something, you should have known this guy...and he was my dad! This is the tip of the iceberg. I've got stories I could write about until I die about this guy and what he did to protect YOU and I from the bull **** that went on and is still going on to undermine our great Nation! I promised to never write the stories he told me while he was alive because he was still under wraps. Now that he's gone, I may just open Pandora's box. Yes, it's been 60 years, but I know the truth behind a lot of it that this guy knew while working for the CIC. I'll have to think about it a bit but I'll bet none of it could compromise any security at this point. I'll just sit and think for a while then I might tell some of it. I might even run it by "security" before I do that. I'd love to write about what he told me about Anzio, Innsbruck, Paris and the Nazi roundup after the war. Here is his obituary. I cut a bit out of it about the family, but I heard these stories for nearly 60 years about what really happened over there. Bill Phillips _________________________________________________ _______________________ William Phillips Sr. William L. Phillips, died March 13, 2004, in Boulder City, Nevada. Bill loved his wife and family. He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, brother and uncle. A class act, he was a kind and patient man with a special way with children. He loved the desert, history, and he loved to read, write and recite poetry. Bill retired in 1979 as an operations foreman at Hoover Dam. Bill, a veteran of the US. Army, served in World War 11, from 1942 through 1945. He was one of the few survivors that saw continuous unending battle, with nearly 500 days of active duty on the front lines over a two-year period. His tour of duty took him from North Africa to Sicily, Italy, France, Germany, Austria, then on to Belgium and Holland. Although he initially trained to be an Army artilleryman, as the war progressed and the horrendous number of casualties mounted, he had to assume many roles such as battle-line forward observer, supply-support man for the engineering units, infantry rifleman, (nowadays called a sniper) and other positions required by front line units. He also served for nearly a year alongside the Huey P. Long's Louisiana National Guard, which was inducted into the Army during World War II. His battle history began in North Africa then into Sicily. His unit began in Europe with the battle of Cassino and on to the bloody battle of the beachhead landing at Anzio, Italy. Then he proceeded with the liberation of Rome, the engagements with the 6th-Corps in Southern France, across the Rhine River, followed by pushing the Germans back in a clearing action over the mountains into lnnsbruck, Austria, the Brenner pass crossing to Garmish and on to Salzburg. His duty proceeded back to Germany with the liberation of Dachau and Goettingen concentration camps. He was then assigned to the Central intelligence Corps (CIC) after the European treaty was signed. He worked undercover in France, Belgium, and Holland tracking down Nazi war criminals for the Nuremberg war trials. He was then transferred to Paris before returning to the United States to be granted an honorable discharge with the 141st Field Artillery Battalion. .
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March 20th 04, 05:33 PM
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March 20th 04, 11:23 PM
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Bill............
I am truly sorry for your loss. I know you will miss your father as I miss mine. Rich Shankland ********** Shifting the Sun When your father dies, say the Irish, You lose your umbrella against bad weather. May his sun be your light, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the Welsh, you sink a foot deeper into the earth. May you inherit his light, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the Canadians, You run out of excuses. May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the French, you become your own father. May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the Indians, he comes back as the thunder, May you inherit his light, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the Russians, He takes your childhood with him. May you inherit his light, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the English, you join his club you vowed you wouldn't. May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the Armenians, Your sun shifts forever, And you walk in his light. _________________ ....when we live no more, we may live forever.
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