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A hero's due rest

U.S. Army Sgt. Cornelius Charlton is an American hero.

An Army barracks complex in South Korea is named for him, along with a bridge on Interstate 77 in West Virginia, a park in Bronx, N.Y., and a U.S. Navy cargo ship.

He is the recipient of the Purple Heart and the Congressional Medal of Honor, America's highest military award.

Wednesday, 57 years after Charlton led three charges up a hill in Korea and ultimately sacrificed his life for his country, he will get the final tribute due him:

He will be reburied in Arlington National Cemetery.

Charlton's cousins, Donald and Lewis Peery of Roanoke, will join more than 200 other relatives and family friends who will travel to Arlington for the long-awaited interment.

"It's been such a long struggle for him to reach this final resting place," said 71-year-old Donald Peery, a retired community college professor. "His contributions were so remarkable. I think about how focused and how valiant he was. The fact that he refused treatment and kept charging, that's remarkable."

Today, the nation pauses to honor people such as Charlton who have served in the nation's armed forces, the men and women who are the gatekeepers of America's freedoms.

Some 23.6 million veterans live and work among us, including 1.8 million women and 9.3 million people over 65.

Since 2000, the U.S. Senate has passed a resolution designating the week of Veterans Day as National Veterans Awareness Week to help schoolchildren better understand and appreciate the contributions of veterans.

Americans owe veterans a continual debt of gratitude. We enjoy our freedoms because of the sacrifices of people such as Cornelius Charlton.

Many local ties

Though Charlton never lived in Virginia, he has plenty of local ties. His father, Van, was from Franklin County, and his mother, Clara, from Tazewell County, Peery said.

Charlton was born in 1929 in the West Virginia coal-mining town of East Gulf, about 40 miles from the Peerys, who grew up in Pearisburg.

Charlton's grandfather and Peery's maternal grandmother were siblings, Peery said. But he and his brother didn't know their cousin. Because Charlton was one of 17 children, he and his brothers and sisters stayed home when their parents visited the Peerys.

"We never, ever saw the children," Peery said. "Cornelius was one of the younger ones."

The Charltons moved to the Bronx in 1944. Cornelius graduated from high school in 1946 and enlisted in the Army.

Peery, whose family moved to Roanoke in 1956, has done fairly extensive research on his cousin.

Initially, he said, Charlton was serving in Germany but asked to be transferred to a combat unit.

According to a published excerpt of a letter Charlton wrote to one of his sisters in October 1950, he said, "At last I am getting what I have been waiting for."

He signed the letter, "Love your bro, Cornelius."

Charlton was assigned to the 24th Infantry Regiment, one of the Buffalo Soldier regiments, and the last all-black unit. He was 21 years old.

Act of valor

On June 2, 1951, Charlton took command when the platoon leader was wounded in an attack on a hill near Chipo-ri village near Seoul. He killed six enemy soldiers.

He continued up the hill until the unit suffered heavy casualties and became pinned down. Charlton regrouped the men and led them forward before they were again forced back by a shower of grenades.

Despite a chest wound from shrapnel, Charlton refused treatment and reached the hill's crest and spotted the enemy position. He was hit by another grenade. Before he died, he raked the enemy position, eliminating it.

It was that act of valor that earned him the Medal of Honor, a distinction bestowed on only 132 soldiers who served in the Korean War.

He was buried first at Bryant's Memorial Cemetery in Pocahontas, Va., a privately owned cemetery that served black families of the region.

After it became overgrown and fell into disrepair, Charlton was re-interred in 1990 at an American Legion cemetery in Beckley, W.V.

Lewis Peery, now 87, attended that graveside ceremony.

This summer, Charlton's niece, Zenobia Penn of New London, Ct., began working to have her uncle buried at Arlington.

The job proved fairly simple. She sent in documentation of his military record and it was approved within days, she said.

Ugly stories persist

There are a few theories as to why Charlton was not buried in Arlington National Cemetery in the first place.

Family lore has that white supremacists with no connection to the Arlington cemetery vowed to block the entry to it. The Charltons, fearing vandalism or worse, quietly took the remains to Bryant Memorial.

That story has been recounted in publications such as the San Diego Tribune.

Penn, 57, said she does not blame the Arlington cemetery, and she does not think cemetery officials tried to bar her uncle because of his race.

Bob Gumbs, a New York veteran involved in restoring Charlton Garden in the Bronx, said he has read media reports that military error or oversight may have played a role.

Arlington National Cemetery officials insist that Charlton was never barred.

"African-Americans were buried here at the very beginning," noted John Metzler, superintendent of Arlington National Cemetery. The cemetery has graves of black soldiers dating to 1864, when the site opened.

It's likely we will never fully know the reasons Charlton's remains weren't interred in Arlington long before now.

The important thing is that beginning Wednesday, Sgt. Cornelius Charlton will be where he deserves to be.

Shanna Flowers' column appears Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays.

7 Comments »

  1. Infantryman's Prayer

    Almighty God, whose will it is that we be leaders of men.

    Hear us as we come to you for guidance in this awesome
    responsibility.

    Let us never forget our duty in the men whom lead. May we instill in them the qualities of loyalty, integrity and duty.

    Grant us the patience in dealing with the mistakes of our fellow man.

    Let us never forget that no man is perfect, but that perfection for fragile humans is trying each day to be better than the day before.

    Give us courage, O Lord, in the face of danger; keep us pure in heart, clean in mind, and strong in purpose.

    Remind us that wisdom is not gained in an hour, a day, or in a year, but it is a process that continues all the days of our lives.

    Keep ever before us our goal, which is not to perpetrate war, but to safeguard peace and preserve your great gift to man, Freedom.

    May you always be near to guide us in decisions, comfort us in our failures, and keep us humble in our successes. We ask your divine blessings and leadership as we discharge the honor and responsibility of leading men in the service of our country.

    Walk close to us always, our father that we may not fall.

    AMEN

    Be at peace my brother for you are in good company,

    Comment by Backlash — November 11, 2008 @ 3:01 pm

  2. Very fine story!

    Comment by Dona Wheeler/Roanoke — November 11, 2008 @ 5:17 pm

  3. Well said, my friend, and thank you for your service to our country as well.

    Comment by Mike — November 12, 2008 @ 3:31 am

  4. What a truly beautiful prayer! Thank you, Backlash. Someone will be blessed by it.

    Comment by Lo — November 12, 2008 @ 10:00 am

  5. A story such as this blesses each of us. It is nice to take time to honor the bravery and patriotism of all the men and women who have served our country, especially those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. The prayer posted by Backlash is appreciated as well.

    Yes, we each owe U.S. Army Sgt. Cornelius Charlton a debt of gratitude. May God bless him and his family.

    This was a beautiful and thought provoking tribute to a deserving soldier and his family. Thank you, Shanna.

    Comment by Ms. Goldenwillow — November 12, 2008 @ 3:04 pm

  6. Backlash, you might have wanted to give the credit for the prayer to whom actually wrote it. It was contributed to Col. David H. Hackworth's website, anonymously.

    Comment by Shaun — November 12, 2008 @ 8:25 pm

  7. Shaun

    The Prayer conveyed my heart felt words for a falling fellow serviceman.

    A man that open doors of opportunity through his "True Sacrifice" of giving his life for other men never considering the outcome of that hour and and his unwavering convictions that he would be killed in his heroic effort for freedom.

    No, I did not write this prayer. The very words transcends my being of a Warrior spirit.

    Shuan

    I want you to read this carefully... Shanna chose not to post some of my thoughts. she control the pitch and volume here not you, me or any other blogger so pray she let the following stand....

    The first time I helped a kid he was being beaten up by four other kids Anthony a special needs child, I helped him fighting off the other kids with a brick breaking a kid's jaw I did what I thought was right.

    The first time I saw someone murdered I was 14 yrs old, The second time I witnessed a murder I was 18 yrs old, the killer put the hot barrel of the shotgun to my head and said what you looking at N-bomb I told him I just want to go home so i did the police came and got me to ask me what I saw only to gun down the killer when he came back in the area with the shotgun.

    I called the Naval recruiter and left Memphis trying to make a life for myself trying to make sense of mindless violence Blacks and Whites did to one another.

    The Military gave me purpose and hope, yet I seen death their too Guam, Philippines, San Diego, and Oakland.

    When my sister was murdered, I broke up the fight between her and then her live in. When I returned to my Ship in California a week later he killed her.

    I have never gotten over that it's been, 16 years.

    My Younger half brother was murdered because I convinced him to leave Memphis join the Navy be with me, a kid killed him because he spoke highly of my military service and constantly pick on him for it.

    I never really knew Terrance because he was a hidden brother he died when he was just 18 yrs old.

    I seen the Death of Petty Officer Ortega during Operation Just Cause,

    The deaths of Private from Georgia a Sgt from California A Seaman from Des Moines Iowa During Desert Storm Desert Shield...

    What of the 7 Sailors on board the USS Ranger Aircraft Carrier when it caught fire in the Indian Ocean in 83, What of the Sailors of the USS Stark when their ship was hit by French made Missiles fire by the Iraqi's

    What of those those servicemen that died in accidents what of seeing Seaman Landsman from Virginia that had is legs torn open because of someone else's neglect.

    What of the family we added while they cruised the Ocean near Hawaii on their sailing boat only to be killed by coastal pirates.

    How can you put these things into words, how can you understand the pain I feel every time I hear the words Veteran...

    How many people died for you and me to have those basic ideals and the quality of life we have today.

    How many African Americans, How many Black men paved the very path obama ascended to be President. I run to a fight not from it.

    Sure I didn't write the poem.......

    nor have you worn my shoes.

    Comment by Terry B — November 13, 2008 @ 11:22 am

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In her signature plainspoken style, Michigan native Shanna Flowers peels away the layers and gets to the heart of the issues. No pretense. Just straightforward perspective. Shanna writes about local people whose circumstances reflect decisions made as near as City Hall or as far away as the halls of Congress. Other times, she weighs in on a topic because it is incredibly ridiculous. Or heartening. Or fascinating. Read Shanna's column three days a week, Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, at roanoke.com

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