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thedrifter
01-21-03, 05:57 PM
Los Angeles Daily News
January 14, 2003 | Dennis McCarthy


The first name that Marine Pfc. William "Bill" Moore scratched on his
canteen cup before his final battle of World War II was that of his dad,
Earl Moore, a Marine in World War I.

He was proud of his father, proud to follow in his footsteps and become
a Marine himself.

His sisters talked about their brother Monday as they held the rusted,
battered canteen cup that became a family treasure last week.

"Bill was still in high school; he didn't have to go," said Dorothy
Saraga, one of his sisters, who now lives in Reseda. "He enlisted a week
after his 17th birthday in 1942."

He died in 1944, a month before his 19th birthday, on tiny Peleliu
Island in the Pacific in one of the bloodiest battles of World War II.

Fifty-eight years later, a couple of former Marines on a tour of
military battle sites in the Pacific found a rusted canteen cup sticking
out of some dirt under a clump of bushes.

When they dug it out and brushed it off, they found it had belonged to
Pfc. William Moore, Echo Company, 2nd Battalion, 7th Marine Regiment.

They turned it around and saw the name Earl Warner Moore scratched into
the cup, along with the names of Bill's brother, Roy Moore, and sister
Elizabeth, both of whom had joined the Marines in World War II. Dorothy
was too young to join but later married a Marine.

"What should we do with it?" Dan King asked John Edwards about the cup.

"Only one thing we can do with it," Edwards said. "Find them."

And that's just what they did -- spending months going through old high
school yearbooks, telephone books and Marine archives to find out what
happened to the Earl Moore family that lived in Sunland back in the
'40s.

Last week, King and Edwards flew into Van Nuys Airport to deliver the
cup, found in the dirt of a tiny 5-square-mile island in the Pacific,
where 20,000 died more than a half-century ago.

They personally wanted to let Pfc. Moore's sisters know that their
brother was thinking of his family right to the end.

Dorothy got the first call in July. It was someone from her alumni
association at Verdugo Hills High School.

"She told me two men had called her looking for the Moore sisters, and
she didn't feel right about giving them my number without asking my
permission," Dorothy said. "I asked her what they wanted, and she said
it had something to do with my brother Bill and an old cup."

The men on the phone were King and Edwards, who had already made two
trips to the Valley from their homes in Fullerton to locate Moore's next
of kin.

"We talked to Realtors, went to the library, tried the historical
society, but weren't having much luck," Edwards said. "Then we got the
yearbook from Moore's high school and saw he had two sisters.

When Dorothy hung up the phone after talking with the men, she sat there
shaking her head, remembering some of the toughest days of her family's
lives.

"The day my parents got the telegram saying Bill had been killed in
action, I was in high school," she said. "Dad came and got me out of
class. He was crying. We all were."

When Dorothy called her sister, Elizabeth Brich, living in Van Nuys, and
told her about Bill's old canteen cup, Elizabeth was stunned.

"It's amazing that all these years later not only would the cup be
found, but that our names Bill scratched on it would still be so clear,"
Elizabeth said.

"Amazing, too, that these men would take all that time to find us so we
could have it."

Not amazing, Edwards said Monday. Just something Marines do for other
Marines. Nothing gets left behind, not even an old canteen cup.

"This was a kid who could have stayed in high school for another two
years and probably gotten out of serving, but he wouldn't do it,"
Edwards said.

"He wanted to be a Marine, like his father, and that makes him an
American patriot to me."

Dorothy has the cup now, but it will soon go to Bill's nephew for a
while, then to the grandkids in the family so they can hold some rich,
family history in their hands and learn from it.

But before all that, the sisters will be taking the old canteen cup over
to Glenhaven Memorial Park in Sylmar, where Bill is buried next to his
father and mother.

They want to share it with their parents, too.

They want to let Earl Moore know that it was his name Bill scratched
first and foremost in big letters on his old canteen cup before his
final battle of World War II.


Sempers,

Roger


United We Stand
God Bless America

Remember our POW/MIA's
I'll never forget!

squidninja
06-21-06, 09:41 AM
This is Dan King, the one who appears in the story. We obtained 2 cups on the island. The first was given to us by Mr. Kageyama, the Japanese son of one of the Japanese Army KIA from the battle. He bowed deeply and asked that we do our best to return the cup to the next-of-kin. He was there wiht a group of Japanese volunteers looking for the remains of the Japanese war dead. That was Moore's cup. Old Gunny John Edwards (Reconn Vietnam, 2 tours) did all the legwork in finding the sisters of PFC Ed Moore.

The other cup I found near a crashed US aircraft, that was Odorowski's cup.
Joseph Odorowski was in F-2-7. I found him in Michigan still alive and kicking!

I flew out there and delivered the cup to the old-breed Marine. He was at Cape Gloucester, Peleliu and finally wounded on Okinawa in May '45.

I am heading back to Peleliu iin September, who knows what else I'll find. While not a former Marine myself, (2 great uncles were Marines in WWII, and my Dad was a B-29 POW in Korea) I am a "American" and there was no way I was going to let those cups rust on the jungle floor on Peleliu!!

Thanks for reading.

GySgtRet
06-21-06, 10:09 AM
Thank you for getting this story out. It is a good read and very touching.

squidninja
06-21-06, 10:33 AM
I forgot to mention that the Japanese invited our small group to attend their "Buddhist Bone Cremation Ceremony" on Peleliu. The next-of-kin of the Naval & Army KIA regularly visit Peleliu to look for bones which they cremate in a ceremony. To my knowledge, we are the only Americans to have attended one of these events. (I lived in Japan for 10 years and would see these events on the news occasionally).

The Japanese found the remains of 110 men during their 1 week on the island. They had a ceremony with Buddhist priests, prayers, songs, a proclomation to the dead, offerings of fruit, cigarattes, sake, and flowers.
The ashes were taken back to Japan and placed in the Japanese War Dead shrine at Yasukuni.

Regardless of how anyone feels about the WWII Japanese fighting man, one should admit that they fought hard for their country and don't deserve to have their bones bleaching in the jungle.

I was very moved by Mr. Kageyama when he came and bowed deeply (he was on his knees!) asking that we return the canteen cup he found near the old power plant! He said to me in Japanese, "My father was killed while my mother was pregnant with me. We have no keepsake from him and his body never recovered. If someone found a piece of equipment with my father's name on it, and returned it to me, I would be eternally grateful. I hope the relative of this dead Marine will feel the same way. Please promise you will find them."

During the bone burning ceremony, 4 members of our group (all former Marines from WWII, Korea and Vietnam wearing souvenir reproduction WWII covers) saluted the pile of flaming bones. There were 3 Japanese WWII veterans there (including Mr. Tsuchida who was a 2 year holdout) to witness the ceremony; when they saw this turned to crisply salute the Marines. A very moving scene indeed.

Above all this, I got an apology and tearful hug from none other than Hideki Tojo's granddaughter, in her 50's, who was there to represent her family. She travels, on her own expense, to these ceremonies to apologize to the wear-dead and to the locals for what her grandfather did.

Dan