I have been so busy lately that I've not been around much. This morning, as I was reading through the news feed on my facebook page, I came across a post from an elementary school classmate of mine, informing those of us who attended Bradley Creek Elementary School, that one of our teachers had died.
Nearly a decade ago, when writing the article that I have at the bottom of this page, I did a quick search to see if I could find Mr. Biggs and failed and had assumed he'd died (I wasn't even sure if his name was Briggs or Biggs). I wish I could have gotten up with him. He might have been proud to know that I have yet to spent time behind bars. I'm pretty sure that's what he expected from a group of us (or maybe he'd just been heartbroken over our failed criminal justice system). We gave him hell! In the obituary, I learned that he wasn't captured in the Philippines (as I seemed to remember), but in China, where he was a Marine assigned to embassy duty in Peiping. And he was captured on that fateful day of December 7, 1941. Seventy years later, he would die on that same day. I also didn't know that he stayed in the Marine Corp for 20 years and retired in 1959, having received three Presidential citations and having become a decorated hero during the Korean conflict. God bless you, Mr. Biggs! For more of my memories of Mr. Biggs, go here and here. I realized that in these posts, I identified him as Mr. Briggs!
Below is an article I wrote from a newspaper in Utah, back when I had a monthly column there...
From the Spectrum, January 17, 2003.
I've had the privilege of knowing two men who survived the fall of the Philippines in World War II. Both men, in their youth, endured three years of horror as Japanese Prisoners of War.
My first encounter was as a fifth grader. At a time when almost all elementary school teachers were women, Mr. Biggs was the only male teacher at Bradley Creek Elementary School. Tall and lanky, we privately called him Mr. Chips. He did resemble the character from the movie. I can’t recall much of his story, but I remember he had enlisted in the military as a teenager, only 16 or 17 years old. Stationed in the Philippines on the eve of the Second World War, he was captured at the fall of Bataan. The rest is history. After the war, he went back to school and became a teacher and, by the bad luck of the draw, ended up with a host of mischievous boys. I regret now that I can recall more of my misdeeds than his experiences.
My second encounter with a survivor of the fall of the Philippines was Kanarraville resident John Lee. Most people his age can recall what they were doing when they heard Pearl Harbor was attacked. With a grin in his eye, John once told me he was in a gin mill in Manila during the early morning hours of that infamous December day. Suddenly lights went up as officers and military police herded everyone back to their duty stations. While other ships headed for the open ocean, John’s ship, the submarine tender USS Canopus, was ordered to stay put. For several months, both the Army and Navy depended on the ship’s extensive machine shop. At one point, the sailors of the Canopus, who had no combat training, were given rifles and pressed into duty as infantrymen to repel a Japanese landing party. Before the fall of Bataan, they scuttled their ship and were transferred to Corregidor, a fortified island in the mouth of Manila harbor. There, the sailors were assigned to the Marines who guarded the beaches. Against a constant bombardment, they held the invaders off for another month. With little ammunition and few rations, and all their big guns out of commission, the island surrendered on May 6, 1942.
John talked rough, but had a gentle heart. He adored my daughter and all other children and adopted many stray animals. When eating out, he always asked for a doggy bag and saved a choice piece of meat for his four legged companions.
Ironically, the hearts of both men who experienced the horrors of war and inhumanity at the hands of their captors were softened. One dedicated his life to children and another tenderly cared for animals. With Mr. Biggs, I missed an opportunity, but with John I was given a second chance. We owe our freedom to their sacrifice and, in their memory, should strive for a more humane world.
John died this past week, his final battle being cancer.
sounds like you new a few great men. I agree, we owe are freedom to the sacrifice of so many great military men (and women), past, present, and future. .ReplyDelete
Isn't it funny how we stumble upon people sometimes that speak a bit rough, but their hearts are huge....this is a lovely tribute to a great teacher you had who served you pretty well....and I can see you giving your teachers a rough time as well, but all in good fun....what a remarkable thing too, that Mr. Biggs died on that fateful day...it just makes you wonder what he felt on that day year after year....Not to forget I really enjoyed your article too...you write with such a sense of feeling....your characters or folks or places you write about, just jump out at a person!ReplyDelete
Sounds like an interesting guy. I had very few male teachers as well, mostly the coach at my high school.ReplyDelete
I'm sure he wouldn't mind the misspelling. Your article/memories would've meant a lot to him, I'm sure.ReplyDelete
Loving tributes to both men, Sage. I'm sure they would feel deeply honored.ReplyDelete
oh man, cancer sucks...but this was fun and cool to remember him and the hell you gave him...ha...i need to look up a few teachers as they may be a bit surprised at my landings as well...ReplyDelete
Well done, Sage. I have good memories of teachers in my Elementary School as well. It is amazing how a good teacher can have a life-long impact on us!ReplyDelete
I have always thought we would have been astounded as kids if we knew the people our teachers were then, and before we knew them. I'd glad you know about your Mr. Biggs.ReplyDelete
He must have been pretty useful as a marine to get placed on that duty. And given the history of that post even more so.ReplyDelete
As to the 'r', is it sounded in Oklahoma ?. Could it be that in spoken delivery in or out it sounds the same. Such you were left with looking at Biggs on a page and thought with logic that it looked a bit badguyish from a superman comic.
What's far more funny is the back story. I wonder who that fellow is from Subic Bay.
I wrote a tribute post to one of my favorite teachers, too, after she passed away a couple of years ago. I didn't know about her funeral, or I would surely have gone. You have some lovely memories there.ReplyDelete
Fine tribute Bro! Really good stuff!ReplyDelete
Wonderful tribute, Sage. I have no doubt you would have done him proud.ReplyDelete