In October of 2005, I was in Toccoa, GA for the "Camp Toccoa
Reunion” – an event where paratroopers that had trained at Camp Toccoa during
WW2 came together to be honored and to talk about their experiences. It was Friday morning and I was at the Stephens
County Historical Society Museum looking over their collection of items that
had been donated over the years.
I heard someone mention that Jake McNiece was outside.
Jake was a member of the Demolition Section
of the 506
th Parachute Infantry Regiment of the 101
stAirborne Division – better known as "The Filthy Thirteen”.
This group of men is legend among legends, or
rather at the time anyway, were probably the most notorious group of
paratroopers in the US Army.
Hellraisers
and ne’er-do-wells, they spent as much time in the brig as they did in the
barracks.
They came by their nickname due
to that fact that while training in England they washed infrequently and never
cleaned their uniforms.
In the prelude
the D-Day drop, several members of the Filthy Thirteen were photographed sporting
Mohawk haircuts and painting their faces like Indians.
If some of this sounds familiar, after the war men of the
unit were approached by Hollywood folks to make a movie about them.
The men of the Filthy Thirteen didn’t want
anything to do with it, so Hollywood took the idea and turned it into the movie
"The Dirty Dozen”.
My first meeting with Jake lasted only a few minutes, but I
will never, ever, forget it. He was
dressed in a reproduction M1942 Paratrooper Jumpsuit and was slightly bent over
with age. He looked like someone’s
grampa, not like someone who had fought through the entirety of WW2.
I asked him if he’d be kind enough to sign my copy of his
book ("The Filthy Thirteen” co-written with Richard Kilblane) and he said that
he would. As he started to write, he
asked whether my father or I had ever served in the military. I said that yes, both of us had. Then I watched as this man, who had four
combat jumps (Normandy, Holland, &
later into Bastogne as a Pathfinder and finally in Germany, again as a Pathfinder
to set up DF gear to guide in resupply aircraft for a division that had been
cut off) write this in my book:
"To Buckeye67,
Thank you and your Dad
for serving our country so well.
Thanks, Happy
Landings,
Jake McNiece, Sgt.
Filthy Thirteen”
I couldn’t believe he’d written what he did.
I said to him, "Jake, I think your service
was a lot more important than mine ever was”.
He got a mischievous look in his eye and grinned and replied, "well, it
was just a war… someone had to fight it”.
I saw Jake again the next year and presented him
with a paracord bracelet that I had made.
He put it on and rubbed his hand over it and said, "feels good, don’t
it?”
I didn’t get to talk to him much
that year, but had a good laugh when someone asked how he was doing and he
said, "Well, I’m still on the right side of the door.”
At the banquet that Saturday night, as I said
goodbye to him I said, "Jake, you stay on the right side of the door!”
Jake cackled with laughter.
That
was the last time I was ever able to talk to him, but I’ve thought about him
often ever since.
I was very deeply saddened to learn that Jake made his last
jump at 02:10 hours this morning at age 93.
Blue Skies, Jake.
The world’s a lesser place without you.