Having written two books about World War II, I couldn’t wait to meet Papa Jake Larson, almost one hundred and two years old and one of our last remaining veterans of that conflict. And more incredibly, he was living close by. As I was about to discover, this amazing man and his extraordinary history might have gone unnoticed by most people had it not been for a small group of friends at the Bagel Street Café in Martinez. In 2019, he mentioned he would like to go to Normandy for the 75th anniversary of D-Day, 6th of June. He wanted to pay homage to his fallen comrades. However, most of his military records had been destroyed in a fire at the National Personnel Records Center in St Louis in 1973. He couldn’t even prove he had fought in Normandy and been awarded a bronze star for meritorious service in a combat zone. The family however, did some investigation and friends Linda Lannell and her daughter Janna started a Go Fund Me campaign that received support from all over the world.
But how did a country boy from Minnesota attract such notoriety and survive some of the deadliest battles of the war? Self-labeled as the “Luckiest Man in the World,” he pointed his finger upwards, saying, “Somebody up there is taking care of me.”
It all began in high school, where, he took an option learning to type, believing that it would help him progress in life, the only boy in a class of thirty six girls. It was a fortuitous decision. His father at first refused to allow him to go to high school since he was needed for chores on the family farm. But his older brother offered to take them on, and his father relented. Later, penniless, he and his cousin decided to join the National Guard, soon to become the US Army after the attack on Pearl Harbor, to earn $12 a month. Big for his age, he lied about it and was fortunate the recruitment officer never questioned it. He was only 15 years old. Four years later, he found himself shipped off to war.
While stationed in Northern Ireland with the 135th infantry as the company clerk, he was shocked when he was transferred from the infantry to the G 3 Operations—Training and Planning for Fifth Corps. Such a move was unheard of in the army, and it happened just because he could type 50 words a minute! He also got a promotion to corporal. Luck followed him soon afterwards. When most of the 135th were shipped out to North Africa, and now promoted to operations sergeant, he was singled out by Colonel John Hill. “You and I are moving to Portsmouth, England,” he said. “We’re going to be involved in some very special work.”
For the next two years, he found himself involved in the planning for the D-Day assault in Normandy. “As a top-secret BIGOT (British Invasion of Germany Occupied Territory) I typed the name of every single man who landed on Omaha Beach,” he said, holding out his hands to show me — “34,000 names.” He later survived the landing on the beach because he was the first onto the landing craft and, therefore, the last man off. As the men ran single file up the mine filled beach, dodging machine gun and mortar fire, he followed in the footsteps of the man in front of him, knowing he would be safe. There would either be no mines, or they would already have exploded! Having dug a foxhole in which to pass the night, he was suddenly ordered by the colonel to take the night shift at the command post. Lucky for him! In the morning, he found that a huge piece of shrapnel had fallen directly into the hole. If he had slept there, he would most certainly have been seriously wounded and possibly killed.
When I asked Jake for more details of D-Day since he landed at 10:00 AM, on that June morning, it was curious that other than for the first hour when he dodged his way up the beach, and then being on duty that evening and all night, his mind was almost blank. It was as if there just too much horror to remember. I was touched to see him tear up when he spoke about Colonel Hill, for whom he worked as an assistant. It was very obvious there was deep affection, respect and admiration. Advancing inland, they were involved in the battles of St Lo followed by that of Paris, and where for the first time in two months Jake had a proper shower. And finally they fought at the Battle of the Bulge, where the US suffered 90,000 casualties and 19,000 killed. Miraculously, he was never seriously injured. After one near death incident, Colonel Hill remarked, “You’re like a cat with nine lives.” When he was demobilized six months later at the age of 22, Jake Larsen had been a soldier for seven years.
Jake returned to Normandy again in June 2024 for the 80th anniversary of the invasion, got to meet several world leaders and shook hands with President Biden who thanked him for his service. “You are a real, national hero,” he was told, “and our country is so proud of you.” But then Jake looked at me with his piercing brown eyes and said emphatically, as he shook his head, “The ones that did not make it back from the war are the real heroes.” He paused for a second as if lost in thought, then said, “I’m the luckiest man in the world. I really shouldn’t be alive.”//
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Michael Barrington writes mainly historical novels: Let the Peacock Sing, The Ethiopian Affair, Becoming Anya, The Baron of Bengal Street, No Room for Heroes. Passage to Murder is a thriller set in San Francisco. Magic at Stonehenge is a short story collection. Take a Priest Like You is a memoir. He has published more than 60 short stories and also blogs on his website: www.mbwriter.net and on Amazon HERE.
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