Robert Murphy of D-Day Fame Dies.A Truly Great American

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Men like this make me realize why we have become a great nation.Just look at his dedication to his adopted town of St.Mere-Eglise,France and their response at hearing of his death.
Rest in peace, Colonel Murphy.You will be sorely missed.

http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/o..._murphy_at_83_led_paratroopers_to_d_day_site/

The Boston Globe
Robert Murphy, at 83; led paratroopers to D-day site

By Gloria Negri, Globe Staff | October 9, 2008

In Sainte-Mère-Eglise, a small town in the Normandy region of France, is Rue Robert Murphy, a street named in honor of the Roslindale lad who joined the Army at 17, parachuted there on D-day, and dedicated part of his life to maintaining the memory of the civilians and soldiers who died there on June 6, 1944.

His mission was historic, said retired Army Colonel Keith Nightingale of Santa Barbara, Calif., who frequently accompanied Mr. Murphy when he revisited the town on D-day anniversaries.

"It has been confirmed by historians that Bob Murphy was the first guy out and on the ground on the 82d's lift into Normandy," Nightingale said by phone. "He landed about a quarter after midnight on the sixth of June and was a member of the original pathfinder platoon, the 505 Parachute Infantry Regiment. This was the only regiment to land intact on D-day and exactly where it was supposed to, on a high grassy meadow, 1-mile due west of Sainte-Mère-Eglise."

One pathfinder job was to mark the drop zones for the paratroopers to follow. "Bob was the first on the ground and the last to leave," Nightingale said.

Mr. Murphy's role as paratrooper in the Normandy landing is depicted in Cornelius Ryan's book "The Longest Day" and the film based on it, as well as in Mr. Murphy's own book, "No Better Place to Die."

Mr. Murphy, who retired from the Army as a highly decorated colonel and became a Boston lawyer and state assistant attorney general, died of cancer at Cape Cod Hospital on Oct. 3. He was 83 and had lived in South Dennis and Bonita Springs, Fla.

He began making annual visits on D-day to Sainte-Mère-Eglise in the early 1960s, his family said, and made his last trip there in June.

Until 10 years ago, he made parachute jumps into the town with other veterans, said Nightingale, who met him there in 1977 and frequently went back when he did.

The anniversary jumps he made were in HALO - "high altitude low opening" - mode, Nightingale said. "For example, you jump out at 10,000 feet and don't pull the rip cord until 2,000 feet." A Frenchman, Yves Tarriel, often jumped with Mr. Murphy, he said.

Tarriel and Mr. Murphy had spearheaded the campaign to raise funds for a C-47 aircraft, the type the paratroopers used on D-day. It is now located in front of the Airborne Troops Museum, which Mr. Murphy helped start in Sainte-Mère-Eglise.

"Sainte-Mère-Eglise was the first town liberated by the United States on D-day, and those who lived there never forgot what Bob and other veterans did for them," Nightingale said.

"Bob kept going back there to keep what happened alive, and he would talk about it to the town's schoolchildren."

On Sunday, Nightingale said, the town of about 2,000 turned out for a funeral Mass for Mr. Murphy. There, Nightingale said, "D-day is still a current event. Bob was an icon there, the keeper of the flame."

There are different published accounts of Mr. Murphy's D-day parachute jump into town. His sister, Virginia Healy of Roslindale, said one has him landing in a garden and surprising a woman who lived there. He shushed her "by pressing a finger to his lips."

The Globe in 1994, on the 50th anniversary of D-day, reported that Mr. Murphy had landed "into the rescuing limbs of a huge, sprawling chestnut tree within the walled courtyard "of schoolteacher Madame Angele Levrault."

Those stories were rejected by Nightingale. Whatever the story, there was no doubt of Mr. Murphy's heroism and the mutual love between him and Sainte-Mère-Eglise residents.

Robert M. Murphy was born in Boston. At Roslindale High School, he was a star athlete and "broke all track records," his sister said. He was always patriotic, she said. He left before graduating to join the Army in 1942.

Mr. Murphy was assigned to the 82d Airborne Division under the command of Major General James M. Gavin. Before D-day, Mr. Murphy had fought in Italy, Holland, and Africa.

His injuries and heroism earned him three Purple Hearts, the Bronze Star, and the Legion of Honor.

Robert Healy of Scituate, a former Globe political editor whose brother is married to Mr. Murphy's sister, Virginia, said Mr. Murphy was "very casual" about his experiences.

"He was always the sort of soldier portrayed by [World War II cartoonist] Bill Mauldin." Mauldin captured the tribulations of the grunts through his characters Willie and Joe.

"Bob was an extraordinary symbol for their sacrifices," Healy said.

After his return to civilian life, Mr. Murphy studied law at Suffolk University and graduated in 1950. He did postgraduate study at Harvard University. In Boston, he practiced law with the firm of Murphy and Murphy.

From 1980 to 1991, he was a state assistant attorney general.

Mr. Murphy's first wife, Joanne (Murray), died in 1962 after 16 years of marriage. His second, Barbara (Atwood), died in 2002 after 35 years of marriage.

Besides his sister, Mr. Murphy leaves a son, Dion of Bonita Springs, Fla., and a daughter, Christina Murphy Mazgelis of Barnstable; four stepchildren, Robert Wilkinson, Cheryl Ludwig, Helen Mazzoni, and Dana Lukens; his companion, Gloria O'Brien of Concord; numerous grandchildren, and several great-grandchildren.

An honor guard of the 82d Airborne Division was at Mr. Murphy's services yesterday.
 
Don't forget there are other brave heros that are filling those spots each day. Lets hope there are streets and holidays in their honor on the ground they are fighting on.
 
He and my stepfather, (radioman on a C-47 during the Normandy invasion, passed on about 3 weeks ago), can now get together in heaven with the buddies who didn't make it.
The Greatest Generation is passing on, leaving us with generation Y....
 
R.I.P


I've been to St. Mere Eglise several times, and of course the rest of Normandy, and they are still very friendly and grateful to thier British and American liberators. I took this picture of a shop front in Arromanches.

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My Uncle died June 6th, 1944, and I regret waiting so long to find out how. They guys who jumped right before him, and right after him died 2 years ago, before I started trying to find out.
 
God save the soul, of this boy bound for glory.
He's been so very very far from home.

Selena

Thank you for that moving tribute,Selena.
I must admit shedding tears while reading this wonderful man's obituary yesterday.
His 46 year long dedication to the residents of the village he helped save certainly make him stand out in my mind.
2,000 people of St.Mere Eglise at his funereal mass.An overwhelming outpouring of emotion.
They at least will never forget.
 
God Speed, and Rest in Peace

Robert Murphy, American warrior and hero. We remember and salute you.

Two of my uncles served in the Second World War. Both made it home in one piece and died on their own terms, so to speak.

Ski, who knows why some died then and some die now? We all have a time and that's all I can tell you for certain. It sounds to me like he died well, and that, sir, is a lot more important than the details of the date.

There are more such men. I've met two men from the Vietnam conflict who qualify. One was a chopper pilot who refused to leave - under fire - until the chopper was loaded with wounded men. Another chopper pilot who - assisted by his door gunner - prevented another Mei Lai horror.

There are heroes now returning from Iraq and Afghanistan. It is comforting to me to know even our electronic, 24 hour convenience store age has not destroyed the hero nature among us. There will be more.

Finally, I cannot prove it from text, but I have every reason to believe there is a 'Valahalla' section in Heaven. There are a lot of good men there who look down and smile at the peaceful inhabitants of St. Mere Eglise - and many other places too numerous to recount here - and smile. Then they shake hands around and have another round.
 
God bless him and all those of his generation. They are really what this country is all about when it's all said and done.

I have a Garand in a wall case, with a Willie and Joe cartoon, a few feet away as I write this. Some say that jet noise is the sound of freedom, but to me the ping of an ejected M1 clip is that sound.
 
Some say that jet noise is the sound of freedom, but to me the ping of an ejected M1 clip is that sound.

That's poetry.


Here are pictures of our last trip to St Mere Eglise:

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This model is being displayed permanently as an hommage to John Steele, an American paratrooper who unfortunately got his parachute caught on the church and thus got targeted by German soldiers, a bullet wounding one of his feet. He stayed up there during 2 hours, acting dead, but he was eventually made prisoner for a short time until he managed to escape during the confusion of the battle.
John Steele went back numerous times to Sainte Mere Eglise, where he is literally adored and where he had made many friends among his admirers.

All the shops in town are showing their gratitude towards the 82nd and the 101st as their names all had some reference to the liberation of the town: "Hotel John Steele", "Airborne All The Way Antiques", "C-47 pizza" etc...



We then had lunch in a tiny creperie in which our attention was immediately caught by a wall on which many veterans had left a note during their come back in town for the 60th anniversary celebration in 2004. The notes were very moving, with lots of messages left for the ones who did not make it:


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We then headed towards Utah Beach because we had time to kill until the Airborne museum in SME would open its doors for the afternoon. That's what Utah Beach looks like now:


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Coming back from the beach, we then visited the Church in Sainte Mere Eglise. There you can see these magnificent stained glass windows honoring American parachutists:


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en we visited the Airborne museum itself, it's fantastic and I encourage any of you to visit it if you come to France one day. Here are a few pictures:


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Stained Glass

Damn that stained glass paratrooper tribute is the greatest stained glass I've ever seen. Nice to know our efforts all those years ago are still appreciated and not forgotten. Heart warming.
 
Wow...I remember seeing some history channel show on this guy not too long ago.


Little OT but... hey skinewmexico, I'm not sure how much information you were able to find but I was able to look up the history of a great uncle I had who also died fighitng overseas in WW2, I ended up with a very lengthy and well detailed record from the US Army human Resources - if anyone wants to know how to obtain this type of information, feel free to PM me.
 
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