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WWII Story - hueston h. marcum
by Deb Marcum
 Hueston H. Marcum was born in 1918 and dropped out of high school in Greensburg, Kentucky in 1929 to help his family during the Great Depression. But when Pearl Harbor was attacked, he joined the Army and fought in the Pacific Theatre, in the Philippines and Australia. Dad repaired everything that had engines.
When the Americans had to pull out of the Philippines, my father, Hueston Marcum, was the mechanic that took all the remaining repair parts out into the ocean and through them all overboard to keep them from falling into enemy hands. By the time he got back to the dock, the last U.S. Navy ship was pulling out. But they put their gang plank back out for Dad to get onto the boat.
My Dad was gentle and kind and met Mom when he came home and went to the Army board for discharge. Mom and Dad married in 1950 and I came along in 1953. My Father and I were close. I was "Daddy's Little Girl." They were married for 47 years until Dad died.
 Like many people who served in World War II, Dad wouldn't talk about the war to his family. But his Physical Therapist
told me about him helping get people out of P.O.W. camps in the Philippines.
Every so often while he slept, Dad would scream "Geb! Geb! Wake me up!" Mom never did awaken him, but I did. Every time he had these dreams and this occurred, he said he would be paralyzed for about five seconds. But he never would tell me what he dreamed!
Dad had two moments in his life that helped design his vision of the rest of this life: World War II and, to a lesser extent, the great Depression. |
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