Sunday, March 7, 2010

A well deserved honor

I'm delighted to read that the US Post Office will honor World War II cartoonist Bill Mauldin with a special stamp. CNN reports:

Mauldin died at age 81 in the early days of 2003. The end of his life had been rugged. He had been scalded in a bathtub, which led to terrible injuries and infections; Alzheimer's disease was inflicting its cruelties. Unable to care for himself after the scalding, he became a resident of a California nursing home, his health and spirits in rapid decline.

He was not forgotten, though. Mauldin, and his work, meant so much to the millions of Americans who fought in World War II, and to those who had waited for them to come home. He was a kid cartoonist for Stars and Stripes, the military newspaper; Mauldin's drawings of his muddy, exhausted, whisker-stubbled infantrymen Willie and Joe were the voice of truth about what it was like on the front lines.

"I feel like a fugitive from the law of averages."
(Image courtesy of Wikipedia)

Mauldin was an enlisted man just like the soldiers he drew for; his gripes were their gripes, his laughs were their laughs, his heartaches were their heartaches. He was one of them. They loved him.

. . .

He never held back. Sometimes, when his cartoons cut too close for comfort, his superior officers tried to tone him down. In one memorable incident, he enraged Gen. George S. Patton, and Patton informed Mauldin he wanted the pointed cartoons -- celebrating the fighting men, lampooning the high-ranking officers -- to stop. Now.

The news passed from soldier to soldier. How was Sgt. Bill Mauldin going to stand up to Gen. Patton? It seemed impossible.

Not quite. Mauldin, it turned out, had an ardent fan: Five-star Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, supreme commander of the Allied forces in Europe. Ike put out the word: Mauldin draws what Mauldin wants. Mauldin won. Patton lost.

If, in your line of work, you've ever considered yourself a young hotshot, or if you've ever known anyone who has felt that way about himself or herself, the story of Mauldin's young manhood will humble you. Here is what, by the time he was 23 years old, Mauldin had accomplished:

He won the Pulitzer Prize. He was featured on the cover of Time magazine. His book "Up Front" was the No. 1 best-seller in the United States.

All of that at 23. Yet when he returned to civilian life and he grew older, he never lost that boyish Mauldin grin, he never outgrew his excitement about doing his job, he never big-shotted or high-hatted the people with whom he worked every day.

. . .

During the late summer of 2002, as Mauldin lay in that California nursing home, some of the old World War II infantry guys caught wind of it. They didn't want Mauldin to go out that way. They thought he should know that he was still their hero.

Gordon Dillow, a columnist for the Orange County Register, put out the call in Southern California for people in the area to send their best wishes to Mauldin; I joined Dillow in the effort, helping to spread the appeal nationally so that Bill would not feel so alone. Soon more than 10,000 letters and cards had arrived at Mauldin's bedside.

Even better than that, the old soldiers began to show up just to sit with Mauldin, to let him know that they were there for him, as he, long ago, had been there for them. So many volunteered to visit Bill that there was a waiting list. Here is how Todd DePastino, in the first paragraph of his wonderful biography of Mauldin, described it:

"Almost every day in the summer and fall of 2002 they came to Park Superior nursing home in Newport Beach, California, to honor Army Sergeant, Technician Third Grade, Bill Mauldin. They came bearing relics of their youth: medals, insignia, photographs, and carefully folded newspaper clippings. Some wore old garrison caps. Others arrived resplendent in uniforms over a half century old. Almost all of them wept as they filed down the corridor like pilgrims fulfilling some long-neglected obligation."

One of the veterans explained to me why it was so important:

"You would have to be part of a combat infantry unit to appreciate what moments of relief Bill gave us. You had to be reading a soaking wet Stars and Stripes in a water-filled foxhole and then see one of his cartoons."

Mauldin is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. This month, the kid cartoonist makes it onto a first-class postage stamp. It's an honor that most generals and admirals never receive.

There's more at the link.

Bill Mauldin's cartoons didn't speak only to the soldiers of his generation. I'm a veteran of another war, on another continent, several decades later: yet I can be as easily moved by Mauldin's drawings as his contemporaries, and recognize in his characters portrayals of my own comrades in arms (and even, dare I say, myself?). Among my treasured possessions are three of Mauldin's books (one autographed by the author). I hope to find someone who'll appreciate them as I do, to receive them when I'm no longer able to read them.

Rest in peace, Bill Mauldin . . . and thank you, from all veterans, everywhere.



Carteach said...

I have a collection set of Mauldins work. I read 'Up Front!' when I was a boy, and never forgot it. It brought the war to life through humor. He was a heck of a man.

mostly cajun said...

I read "Up Front" when I was young, too, and like you, am a veteran of a later war. I thought Mauldin was prescient.

And still funny, in a haunting way.


Unknown said...

I'm not a veteran of any war, but I recognized the truths of Mauldin's cartoons when I first saw them. I've got the complete wartime cartoon collection, 'Up Front', and several other books and collections by Mauldin.

Other war cartoonists may equal him; nobody will ever surpass him. Willie and Joe will live forever.

Crucis said...

Mauldin had two books of his drawings. I can't remember the title of the other one now. I read both when I was in grade school.

BTW, Bill Mauldin appeared in at least one movie that I know of. He was Audie Murphy's side-kick in the movie, "Red Badge of Courage."

Seth from Massachusetts said...

He had one cartoon which I always thought gives perfectly the state of affairs in any organization, military or civilian. A soldier is rescuing the wounded Lieutenant under fire. He says "Think nuth'in of it Lieutenant, they might'a replaced ya with onna then salut'in nuts!"