Honoring My Grandpa on this Veterans Day

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My grandpa fought in WW I.  He was also a Military Doctor the second time he served.

I could only find some of his medical background as he is long gone now and the Internet databases only go so far back:

Dr. Perry E. Rowe was born in Everett, Washington on October 1, 1910. He received his medical degree from the University of Oregon Medical School in 1941. He interned at Swedish Hospital in Seattle, Washington 1941-42. He served in the U.S. Army Medical Corps 1942-45. He was in private practice in Lynden, Washington for 15 years. He was Clinical Instructor in General Practice at the University of Washington Medical School 1954-61. In 1962 he came to Hawaii to be the physician for the Hawaiian Agricultural Company and lived in Pahala, Hawaii. Dr. Rowe became the medical officer on Yap in the Trust Territories in 1965. He moved to Carmel, California in 1970.

He was a member of the Hawaii Medical Association, Hawaii County Medical Society, American Medical Association and the Hawaii Industrial Medicine Association. Dr. Rowe and his wife, Betty, were the parents of Michael Dean, Susan Lane and Robert Spencer. Dr. Rowe died on June 24, 1997; his last residence was listed as Friday Harbor, San Juan, Washington.

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  1. Dad was in WWII. Both Great Grandfathers were in WWI. GG Lane died of the Great Flu Pandemic after WWI. GG Rowe died of gangreen (sp?) in pre-penicillen days.

    As I was watching “Saving Private Ryan” the other day, I remembered Dad’s story of arriving on the beach at Normandy. I don’t know how many were killed or wounded on that assault, Dad didn’t tell gory stories. He just said that he made it thru with only a bullet hole thru his pant’s leg.

    Dad was also captured and escaped the Germans two times in one day. He was treating GI’s on the road, slightly behind the front lines. Then a squad of Germans arrived and told him to surrender. Since he didn’t carry a gun and was a doctor, the Germans had him treating their men. Then Americans came and captured that group, so Dad was released. Dad later that day was treating men in a farm house. A German officer came down from the attic and captured dad and those men. But Dad convinced the German to surrender. So, the story ends, that Dad was captured two times in one day.

    This story was printed in a newspaper, and a copy of it is in Dad’s war trunk at “R Farm”.

    Happy Veterans Damon. If Dad hadn’t have escaped, you and I might not be.

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