- US Army, 31st Infantry Regiment
- Bataan Death March, Camp O'Donnell, Camp Cabanatuan, Hokusen Maru, Melbourne Maru,
Sendai camp #3 (Mitsubishi Hosokura mine)
TO READ MORE ABOUT MR. READ, PLEASE COPY URLs INTO YOUR BROWSER:
On The Bataan Death March (excerpt from "No Bugles, No Parades" (includes interview video) - http://www.us-japandialogueonpows.org/Read.htm
- The Asia Pacific Journal: Japan Focus - http://japanfocus.org/-Kinue-TOKUDOME/2714
- Part Four - The Siege of Bataan - http://www.questia.com/read/3769191?title=Part%20Four%0aThe%20Siege%20of%20Bataan
- The Bataan Death March and the 66-Year Struggle for Justice - http://www.zcommunications.org/the-bataan-death-march-and-the-66-year-struggle-for-justice-by-kinue-tokudome
- KERA PBS (Dallas) - In connection with the premiere of Ken Burns' landmark series "The War", KERA featured the stories of seven North Texas veterans of World War II. Their stories underscored the sacrifices made by many amid U.S. involvement in that global conflict. Click on a thumbnail at the following site or name within the website to watch an InBox video segment - http://www.kera.org/tv-national-thewar-inbox
THE VANQUISHED SPEAK
by Fred W. Koenig, First Lieutenant, USA
Here on this sun-scorched hill we laid us down
In silence deep as is the silence of defeat.
Upon our wasted brow you placed no laurel crown.
But neither did you sound the trumpet for retreat.
Mourn not for us for here defeat and victory are one;
We cannot feel humanity's insidious harm;
The strife with famine, pain and pestilence are done.
Our compromise with death laid by that mortal storm.
Though chastened, well we know our mission is not dead,
Nor are the dreams of victory we dreamed in vain.
For lo, the dawn is in the east; the night is fled
Before an August day which will be ours again.
So rest we here, dear comrades, on this foreign hill,
This alien clay made somehow richer by our dust,
Provides us with transitory couch, until the
Loving hills of home enfold us in maternal trust
We are assured brave hearts across the sea will not
Forget the humble sacrifice we laid on Freedom's sacred
Shrine, and hold that righteousness will be triumphant
Yet, and o'er the Earth again His Star of Peace will shine.
[Subject to changes, additions and updates. - Laura Virgil, someone who knew Mr. Read for decades]
- US Army, 31st Infantry Regiment
- Bataan Death March, Camp O'Donnell, Camp Cabanatuan, Hokusen Maru, Melbourne Maru,
Sendai camp #3 (Mitsubishi Hosokura mine)
TO READ MORE ABOUT MR. READ, PLEASE COPY URLs INTO YOUR BROWSER:
On The Bataan Death March (excerpt from "No Bugles, No Parades" (includes interview video) - http://www.us-japandialogueonpows.org/Read.htm
- The Asia Pacific Journal: Japan Focus - http://japanfocus.org/-Kinue-TOKUDOME/2714
- Part Four - The Siege of Bataan - http://www.questia.com/read/3769191?title=Part%20Four%0aThe%20Siege%20of%20Bataan
- The Bataan Death March and the 66-Year Struggle for Justice - http://www.zcommunications.org/the-bataan-death-march-and-the-66-year-struggle-for-justice-by-kinue-tokudome
- KERA PBS (Dallas) - In connection with the premiere of Ken Burns' landmark series "The War", KERA featured the stories of seven North Texas veterans of World War II. Their stories underscored the sacrifices made by many amid U.S. involvement in that global conflict. Click on a thumbnail at the following site or name within the website to watch an InBox video segment - http://www.kera.org/tv-national-thewar-inbox
THE VANQUISHED SPEAK
by Fred W. Koenig, First Lieutenant, USA
Here on this sun-scorched hill we laid us down
In silence deep as is the silence of defeat.
Upon our wasted brow you placed no laurel crown.
But neither did you sound the trumpet for retreat.
Mourn not for us for here defeat and victory are one;
We cannot feel humanity's insidious harm;
The strife with famine, pain and pestilence are done.
Our compromise with death laid by that mortal storm.
Though chastened, well we know our mission is not dead,
Nor are the dreams of victory we dreamed in vain.
For lo, the dawn is in the east; the night is fled
Before an August day which will be ours again.
So rest we here, dear comrades, on this foreign hill,
This alien clay made somehow richer by our dust,
Provides us with transitory couch, until the
Loving hills of home enfold us in maternal trust
We are assured brave hearts across the sea will not
Forget the humble sacrifice we laid on Freedom's sacred
Shrine, and hold that righteousness will be triumphant
Yet, and o'er the Earth again His Star of Peace will shine.
[Subject to changes, additions and updates. - Laura Virgil, someone who knew Mr. Read for decades]
Gravesite Details
Thank you to Mimi Simpson Davidson for linking Louis Phillip Read and Deborah Jean Read Bierschwale to their father.