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KOREAN WAR

JOHN ROBERT DAVIS

 

Was in the 5th Army, 3rd Division, 7th Regiment during the Korean War. He was in Company A, 2nd Platoon and was a squadron leader. John enlisted on October 13, 1950 in Owensboro, Kentucky which is in Daviess County. He served one year, nine months, and 29 days, mustering out in California on August 11, 1952. He received a purple heart when he was wounded in his right hand by a sharpnel on June 8, 1951 at the Battle of Agle Sang Ni which is in China near the North Korean border. His decorations include 2 bars and seven stars, Combat Infantry Badge, Korean Service Medal,

 

 

The Seventh Infantry Regiment was constituted 11 January 1812, making it one of the five oldest regiments in the United States Army. It ranks first on the Army's Order of Merit List in terms of date constituted, campaign participation, and awards received.

Creed of the 7th

 

Before you stands a damn fine soldier…a COTTONBALER…by God!  I can be counted on to accomplish any mission…any task…any job.  I have been in the area.  My face is covered with dust, sweat, and blood.  I have known the sweet fragrance of freedom for I have paid the price.  I am a damn fine soldier…a COTTONBALER…by God!

I earned my nickname at Chalmette in the War of 1812.  We stacked cotton bales on the levee and with Andrew Jackson stood the fury of the British square.  With spent musket and cannon the British retired from the field that day.  They had met some damn fine soldiers…COTTONBALER…by God!

I remember the Alamo…traveled south and left my mark and my blood at Monterey, Vera Cruz and Cerro Gordo.  I marched triumphantly into Mexico City…proudly proclaiming…COTTONBALERS…by God!

The sound of fury from Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Chickamauga and Chattanooga still rings in my ears and I witnessed the closing acts of the internal strife at Gettysburg.  I had fought my brother but done my job …a COTTONBALER…by God!

I helped win the West…met a proud adversary after Little Big Horn and can count my fallen comrades against the Creeks, Seminoles and Utes.  I stormed the slopes of San Juan Hill and Santiago and met triumph in the Philippines.  I am a COTTONBALER…by God!

My rest was short…I crossed over the sea and marched into France.  I fought and died at Chateau Thierry…stood like a rock on the Marne…and smashed onward into Meuse Argonne and St. Mihiel.  I left behind a lot of damn fine soldiers…all COTTONBALER…by God!

Peace at last…and rest…but not for long.  I assaulted the beaches of Morocco and bloodied my tired feet in Tunisia, Sicily, Naples, Anzio and Rome.  I then landed on the French Riviera, moved to the Vosges Mountains and spent a hard winter in the Colmar pocket.  There I earned the French Croix de Guerre.  I fought on into the Rhineland, pushed through the Ardennes, viewed the horrors of war near Dachau, marched into Nurnberg and saw a dying third Reich in Bertchesgaden.  We led the way…COTTONBALERS…by God!

I was one of the first to see action in Korea.  I unslung my rifle and inched up my belt once again.  I stopped the Chinese, relieved battered Marines and kept the Corridor open with blood.  I spilled guts in the Iron Triangle and showed by courage with eight Medals of Honor.  They were all damn fine soldiers…COTTONBALERS…by God!

I fought the tough Viet Cong through rice paddy, steaming jungle and mountains.  I met the determined NVA and rose to every challenge in this country far away.  I fought and spilled my blood when others chose to run I did my duty…I honored my country…I am a damn fine soldier…a COTTONBALER…by God!

In Germany I stood tall for all those years and helped bring down the Berlin wall…my resolve, my strength, my presence brought peace and freedom to long troubled lands…but the peacemaker finds little rest and tyranny struck again.  From the forests and swamps of Georgia I came to the sands of Saudi Arabia…I again shouldered my ruck and my weapon…I left behind my family and gave up my comforts…I answered the trumpet’s call…I came with brothers and sisters to draw a line for freedom.  The torch has now been passed to a new generation…all damn fine soldiers…all COTTONBALERS…by God!

So today I stand again on Freedom’s frontier…a fighting team…willing and able.  When you speak of freedom, I am freedom.  When you speak of the Infantry, I am the Infantry…my brothers before me, present and those to come…all proud soldiers…all damn fine soldiers…all COTTONBALERS…BY GOD!