Saturday, May 25, 2013

Unknown Soldier (A Tribute)


World War II touched the lives of every family on every street in every town in America. In those exceptional times, ordinary Americans became extraordinary heroes. My father, Samuel F. Satalic (318256*), was one of those extraordinary heroes.


When the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, my dad immediately went to sign up with the Marines. They rejected him. Then he went to the Army, Navy, Air Force, even the Merchant Marines. Every one rejected him. He was branded 4F because of a heart murmur. My Aunt Wilma told me some years after he died in 1995, "Your dad felt so bad, so dejected back then. He just left our home in Chicago and started roaming." Where he ended up would change the outcome of the war.

As all his friends went off to war, my dad began “booming” around the country, working at the same trade his father Sam Satalic (81552*) knew— ironwork, the skywalkers.  His path eventually led him to a sleepy little area known as Oak Ridge, Tennessee, a place that would forever change the world. But at the time, he wrote back home to his sister (my Aunt Wilma):  “It’s just me and bunch of old men down here.”

At Oak Ridge, he was a top connector, an aerial acrobat risking life and limb bolting the steel structures together. This was no ordinary place, and these were no ordinary structures. Oak Ridge has been called the greatest industrial project in the history of the world. They were going to produce the crucial material for the world’s most fearsome weapon here—the Atomic Bomb. Because of security, my dad had to live on site in barracks, like any other soldier.  The place was so secret even Vice President Truman did not know of its existence until after President Roosevelt had died. They called it the “Secret City,” and it had to be built on time because the Nazis were racing toward their own bomb and an invasion of Japan was looming.

My dad and those crews fought hard against the clock and finished way ahead of schedule. When completed, they were the largest buildings on earth. In them, they produced the high-grade elements necessary for the atomic bomb named “Little Boy.” Germany yielded before it was needed, but not so the Japanese. After they dropped the bombs, the Japanese finally surrendered, and perhaps as many as a million American soldiers came home instead of being slaughtered on the Japanese mainland.

My dad’s iron-working tools, his spuds and sleever bar, became his weapons, more powerful than any rifle he could have ever carried. He never talked about the war years. Like so many others from that generation at Oak Ridge, my dad was one of our unknown soldiers, a truly extraordinary hero.


My dad died in 1995 from mesothelioma, a work-related lung cancer suffered by many ironworkers.
Although I am a writer, I am also a third generation iron worker  and member of  Chicago's Local 1, along with my brother, Anthony Satalic.

* Iron Worker Union membership number


© by Don Satalic 2013, 2018


Author's Note—  I opened Return of the Falcon (one of my Joe Ganzer
mystery novels) to honor my dad:

    "The war was finally over. It ended in an orgy of destruction and death unleashed by Fat Man and Little Boy, horrific creations of the new 'Atomic Age.'
    But it brought our boys home."







6 comments:

  1. i would never understand war and why people kill each other. for me, it's just so sad and miserable but i admire soldiers and those people who go in front of battle field and the same thing for your dad. wherever he is, i really do admire him and this is such a great post. :)

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    1. Thank you so much for your comment. Tom Brokaw's book "The Greatest Generation" I think explains my parent's generation perfectly. Had it not been for a remark by my aunt, I would never have known this story. What a generation, indeed.

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    1. Thanks, Martin. I trully appreciate your compliment.

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  3. Real men and women back then, I'm glad you got to know him. Thanks for sharing

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  4. Real men and women back then, I'm glad you got to know him. Thanks for sharing

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