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Tough Guy:
Staff Sergeant Anthony Griemel
If a poll ever had been taken, the
Company "tough guy" would have been Tony Griemel by a unanimous show
of hands. Hailing from St. Louis, MO Tony had gotten off to a rough start in
life. The fourth of seven children, Tony's father died when he was eight. His
mother worked to support the family, leaving his sister in charge of the family.
Described as "a real hellcat in school", Tony entered into working world with only a sixth grade
education. He later found work as a paper-hanger.
All four of the Griemel boys went
into the Armed Services. Baby brother Henry joined the Marines. Tony was
supposed to go into the navy with younger brother Bob, but changed his mind and entered into the Army,
as did his other brother, Bernie. Tony was inducted at Missouri's Jefferson
Barracks in July of 1941. At some point he went AWOL, and lost 549
days of service time for this offense, possibly serving the time at hard labor
at Fort Leavenworth KS.
When Tony was released from the
stockade in March 1943, he was assigned to Company A of the 110th Medical
Battalion. It was at this point in his life that he turned his life around.
On March 21, 1943 dozen or so
men left by train on the Santa Fe Railroad to San Luis Obispo CA. Among the men
were Charles "Red" Mastin, Warren West, Joe Ben Lilly, and Tony
Griemel. Tony was older and left quite an impression on the young men he met
that day.
John Harakal spoke with Joe Ben Lilly in the early 1990s. He related Mr. Lilly's memories as such:
"Joe Ben Lilly was a young guy from Missouri. He went in at 18 and he got out before his 21st birthday. And Tony Griemel, a sergeant, tough as nails. Joe Ben Lilly says he got stuck next to him on the train going out to California. Griemel sat next to him and looked at him and said "I like you kid" and the rest of the time he was with Griemel. He was the meanest, nastiest SOB, knew every dirty trick in the book. Lilly said they were not supposed to be armed, Griemel took files, sharpened them down and with a flick of the wrist drill a guy at 40 foot away."
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Tony took advantage of his second chance in the Army. He trained as a surgical technician. The 110th Medical Battalion moved to Fort Rucker AL, and then to Camp Butner NC, where in early 1944 Tony participated in mountain warfare training from February 21st to March 28, 1944. By this time he had been promoted to Tec5. At some point while in West Virginia, he was interviewed for a newspaper or magazine article titled "An Open letter To My Mother". Tony was very close to his mother, sending much of his pay home to her while he was in the Army.
He subsequently volunteered to go back to West Virginia to train with the use of pack mules, with Sgt. Bob Washko, Sgt. Cesar Diosdado, PFC Hank Lubbers, PVT Joe Toth, and PVT Angelo Forte, where he snapped this photograph, using Joe Toth's camera. Click on the photo to see an enlarged view.
Warren West-
"...after seven months of grueling combat, [he] had proven himself to be a
'soldier's soldier'.... Tony had made such a miraculous change in his
life...."
"Tony, along with a few other of us who had come from Fort Leavenworth
together had been promoted to T/5 back in the states. After the war when the
high point men were transferred from the Company, Tony was promoted to Staff
Sergeant, a fitting tribute to a REAL SOLDIER!"
While Company A was performing occupation duty and stationed in Kattenes,
Germany, Tony became friendly with the woman whose family operated a hotel where he and others were
billeted at, and where this picture was taken. He wanted to bring her back to
the USA, but he was unable to get permission to do this.
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Tony returned to the USA on the Queen Mary, arriving in the New York on September 10, 1945. He was honorably discharged from the Army on Oct 31, 1945, having been awarded the Good Conduct Medal and assorted campaign ribbons.
He returned to St. Louis, and his family. After the war he was moody, and brooded a lot. He drew pictures and sketches of his German friend at his mother's kitchen table.
The war and the Army had no doubt left an imprint on him, however it seems to have been an altogether positive one. He married and worked as a truck driver. With his wife Toni, he raised one daughter, Joan, and had three-grandsons, to whom he was devoted.
His niece Patricia Knight shares these memories of him:
"My memories of Tony are fond ones...he was always gentle and kind to
his nieces and nephews that I remember.
I remember watching him sketch ..I would sit at my grandmothers kitchen table
beside Tony and watch and he would try to encourage me and show me how to
draw. He was really talented in that area.
I had roller skates...the type that hooked onto your shoes and tightened with
a key. I was constantly having him put on these skates , one day, and they
would keep coming off...each time he would tell me that this was his last time
for doing this ...I guess after about 10 times , he stopped , so that is
pretty patient.
I don't know what else I can say ...except he was
well loved by all."
Anthony Griemel passed away on December 22, 1975. He is buried at the Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery in St. Louis MO, in Plot L 0 2097.