I began this project for personal reasons: my uncle had made an enormous personal sacrifice for his family and his country; yet, because of his silence, no one in my family ever fully knew what he endured. As the last living relative who knew him, I felt a responsibility to rescue his story from the shadows before it disappeared forever and to preserve it as a source of pride for my family and me.But a second reason for telling my uncle's story materialized as I assembled the details of his journey. I came to realize that while many GIs experienced extensive combat operations or the trials of being held in a POW camp, very few men survived the amount of combat my uncle experienced and six months in a POW camp. Frank's five-year wartime journey, which included three monumental amphibious invasions, six major battle campaigns, and six months in three different POW camps, was breathtaking in scope. The odds against his surviving all this, or being seriously wounded out of the war, are almost incalculable.Despite the unusual scope of Sergeant Shaw's tour of duty, his day-to-day adventures are quite typical of what tens of thousands of combat infantrymen experienced during WWII. To that extent, the character who emerges in this story is a composite or representative figure, an American Odysseus, whose mission of extraordinary historical significance, requires him to define himself through trial, suffering, courage, and perseverance before he returns home in triumph.But the similarity ends at the triumphant return. Earlier civilizations celebrated their returning warriors at ceremonial feasts. These men were expected to show their wounds and relate their adventures to their countrymen so bards might record them for posterity. Such rituals insured the warrior a rightful place in history, enshrined his virtues, and shed his reflected glory on his community. No such salutary ritual greeted a battered Frank Shaw when he returned from the war; no one saw his wounds or took his testimony. And his silence consigned his deeds to the shadows of time and dimming memory. But the ancient customs were correct - the hero's deeds are not his alone. They are his legacy to his family and his country, and they deserve to be honored not shrouded. Therefore, since Sergeant Frank Shaw, like so many of his World War II comrades in arms, would not, and did not, tell his story, I did.
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