Bud was born June 27, 1924 in Lenore West Virginia, and joined the Marine Corps in 1942 at the age of 18. One of Bud’s most harrowing experiences involved his going to sleep in the grass on Iejima Island located northwest of Okinawa. Bud says that he was sleeping with a large rock at his feet. Bud explains that “God awakened me, because the large rock began to move. Just then a Japanese soldier came from hiding under the rock and lunged to stab me, but I kicked him in the chest and then shot him with my 45.
During the melee before killing him, the Jap soldier stabbed me in the leg.” Bud got up, and was trying to make it to the hospital tent, but before he made it, an air raid occurred and knocked Bud unconscious. Bud was found by an Army medic and was taken to the hospital tent.
Bud was honorably discharged at the rank of Corporal on October 17, 1945. He returned to West Virginia where he worked in the coal mines for five years.
Mr. Bud is 94, soon to be 95. He is one of our surviving WWII Marines. He can still tell you stories of the war and swoon about his late wife of 57 years, Alice. He has always enjoyed his life and is still going and doing good. For one thing, being happy means a long life. Bud told me not to let the little things fool you. Just keep going. Get up every day.