They Laughed at This Teenage American Soldier — 4 Minutes Later, 40 Germans Surrendered to him

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[00:00:00]At 09:15 on the morning of November 7th, 1944, a 140 lb 18-year-old truck driver from Pendleton, Oregon stepped out of a frozen treeine in the Herten Forest and into the open ground between two armies.

[00:00:20]He stood 5'9 in tall. He carried a bolt-action M1903A3 Springfield rifle with eight rounds in the magazine. His helmet bore the insignia of the Third Infantry Division.

[00:00:36]A unit that had already fought its way through North Africa, Sicily, and Southern France. Around his neck hung a single silver cross his mother had pressed into his palm the morning he shipped out. His name was Private Firstclass Dirk Joseph Vlug. He had been in Europe for fewer than six months. In front of him, advancing down a dirt road that cut through the forest like a scar, were five Japanese type 97 Chiha tanks, each weighing 15 tons, each armed with a 57 mm main gun, flanked by infantry he could not yet count. behind him. His platoon pinned out of anti-tank weapons taking casualties. The tanks had not stopped yet. They did not know he was there. He raised the rifle. If you want to see how this ends, stay with us. But first, who was Dirk Vlug? And how did a truck driver from a small Oregon town end up alone in the Philippine jungle facing down armor with a weapon that should never have worked against it.

[00:01:52]Durk Joseph Vlug was born on November 12th, 1916 in Grand Rapids, Michigan. His father, William Vlug, had immigrated from the Netherlands in 1908 and spent his working life in the furniture manufacturing industry that defined Grand Rapids in that era. Long hours, physical labor, modest wages. His mother, Clara, raised Durk and his two younger sisters in a red brick house on Bridge Street Northwest, where the family kept a vegetable garden and a small flock of chickens in the backyard.

[00:02:34]The family moved to Pendleton, Oregon in 1931, chasing a cousin's promise of cheaper land and steadier work during the worsening depression. Durk was 14. He enrolled at Pendleton High School where he earned middling grades in English and excelling marks in mathematics.

[00:02:57]Though his teachers consistently noted that he was quiet in class, not troubled, just reserved. He played no organized sports. He was not popular in the way that would be remembered. He was by every account ordinary. He graduated in June of 1934 and took a job driving a delivery truck for a regional grain supplier, hauling wheat and barley between Pendleton and the processing facilities near Portland.

[00:03:33]It was solitary work, long stretches of empty road, early mornings. He was good at it. By 1940, he was driving six days a week and earning enough to rent a small apartment near downtown Pendleton.

[00:03:48]He had a dog, a brown mixed breed named Hector, and a subscription to Popular Mechanics. He was 24 when Pearl Harbor was attacked. He did not rush to enlist.

[00:04:02]He waited. He reported to his draft board draft board in February of 1942 when his number came up and presented himself at the processing station in Portland on March 3rd, 1942. The intake officer noted his weight, 138 lb at time of induction. His height was recorded as 5'8.5 in. He listed his occupation as truck driver. He listed his emergency contact as his mother, Clara Vlug, Pendleton, Oregon. Nothing about the intake form suggested what he would become.

[00:04:43]He was assigned to the Army ground forces for basic training at Camp Roberts, California. arriving in late March of 1942 with a bus full of drafties from Oregon and Washington who mostly did not know each other. He kept to himself the first two weeks. He did not grumble about the food. He did not complain about the sergeant. He ran the obstacle courses without distinction, not fast, not slow.

[00:05:16]He qualified with the M19 Dino3. rifle on his first attempt, scoring 42 out of 50 at 300 yd. The range instructor noted his stillness. He shot like a man who had been shooting his whole life, though no one had ever taught him. In week six, his squad leader broke his wrist in a training accident. The sergeant looked around and pointed at the quiet man from Oregon who never said anything. vlog your your squad leader. He had no idea what he was doing, but he listened more than he talked, and somehow the men followed him anyway. By October of 1942, he had been promoted to private first class and marked for advancement. He was 25 years old and shipping to the Pacific theater, carrying a rifle and a silver cross, bound for a war he had entered without enthusiasm, and would conduct with the same quiet, methodical precision he had brought to every other task in his life. Vlug was assigned to the third infantry division, 7th infantry regiment, company A, a unit with a lineage stretching back to the War of 1812, known officially as the Cotton Balers and unofficially as one of the most decorated regiments in United States Army history. The Seventh Infantry had fought in North Africa beginning in November of 1942, landing in the initial Operation Torch Landings near Casablanca.

[00:07:04]They had crossed into Tunisia. They had taken Sicily in the summer of 1943, waiting ashore at Licata on July 10th and pushing inland through terrain that killed men with heat as readily as enemy fire. They had landed in Italy at Salerno in September of 1943 and fought the brutal winter campaign along the Voltero River. By the time they shipped to the Pacific in the spring of 1944, the veterans of the regiment at Brin had already seen 18 months of continuous combat. Vlug joined them as a replacement in early 1944, filling a gap left by a casualty in the Italian campaign.

[00:07:55]He was not a combat veteran. The men around him had been in two theaters already. He absorbed what they knew the way he absorbed everything. Quietly watching, filing it away. The regiment trained intensively at Camp McCall, North Carolina, and then again in Hawaii, practicing amphibious landings under conditions designed to approximate the Philippine Islands. The landings at Lee Gulf were coming. Everyone knew it.

[00:08:28]The intelligence briefings described Japanese defensive positions of considerable depth. A dugin enemy who had had months to prepare terrain and prov fortifications along every approach. Vlug Vlug was promoted to corporal on September 14th, 1944.

[00:08:49]He did not make a speech. He wrote his mother a letter. The regiment shipped out on October 10th, 1944 as part of the massive naval armada converging on Lee.

[00:09:00]20,000 ships, the largest amphibious operation in the Pacific War. Vlug stood at the rail as the convoy assembled and said nothing. One of the men in his unit, a PFC from Idaho named Garfield Thompson, would later recall that Vlug stared at the horizon for a long time and then went below and sharpened his bayonet.

[00:09:28]They landed on Lee on October 20th, 1944.

[00:09:33]The same day, General Douglas MacArthur waited ashore for the cameras at Palo Beach, 12 miles to the north. The war in the Philippines had begun. The first major engagement Velug fought in came on October 31st, 1944 near the town of San Pablo on the western slope of Lee's central mountain range. The seventh infantry was pushing inland from the Lee Valley, attempting to cut through the dense jungle terrain to the Ormok Valley corridor. the logistical artery Japan was using to reinforce its forces on the island. The opposition was fierce. Japanese defenders had converted the jungle itself into a weapon. Every trail covered by interlocking fields of fire.

[00:10:26]Every ridgeel line fortified with log and earth bunkers that direct rifle fire could not penetrate. The terrain funneled advancing infantry into killing grounds with the precision of an engineer's design because that is exactly what they were. On the morning of October 31st, company A was moving single file down a narrow jungle trail when the lead elements made contact at 0740.

[00:10:58]Automatic weapons fire from concealed positions to the left flank stopped the column.

[00:11:04]Two men went down in the first burst.

[00:11:07]Vug was third in line. He did not stop.

[00:11:11]He moved left off the trail and into the undergrowth while the men behind him returned fire and sought cover. He moved without being told. He moved toward the sound. He located the first bunker 30 m off the trail. a log imp placement with a 7.7 millimeters type 99 light machine gun manned by a crew of three. He approached from the blind side from a direction the embraasure could not cover. He came in low. He used a fragmentation grenade through the firing aperture followed immediately by two rounds from his M1 Garand. The gun went silent. He located a second position 15 m further into the jungle. A rifleman in a prepared hole. He fired once. The rifleman did not fire again. The flanking fire on the column stopped.

[00:12:10]Company A resumed the advance. Total duration of Blug's action. Approximately 4 minutes. The company commander, Captain Harold Mason, submitted a report that afternoon noting Vlug's initiative in eliminating the threat without orders. A bronze star with V device for valor was recommended. The paperwork was processed in November of 1944 and the decoration was presented to Vulak on December 3rd, 1944 at a brief formation in the field. He accepted it without comment. He was back on patrol by that afternoon. He had survived his first firefight.

[00:12:55]He did not know it yet. But the action at San Pablo was a rehearsal, a small exercise in the skills that would define the next 7 months of his life and eventually the rest of his history. The island of Lee was not finished with him.

[00:13:13]The second engagement came on November 7th, 1944 on a dirt road approximately 3 kilometers southwest of the bario of Lemon in the steep jungle terrain of northwestern Lee. This was the moment hinted at in the opening minutes of this story and it deserves to be told with the precision it earned. The tactical situation.

[00:13:41]The seventh infantry was advancing toward the Ormach road. The last major overland supply route route for Japanese forces on Lee.

[00:13:52]Control of the road would effectively sever the Japanese 35th Army's ability to reinforce and supply its defensive positions in the central mountains.

[00:14:06]The Japanese high command understood this. They had committed substantial forces and crucially armor to hold it.

[00:14:14]What the American infantry did not expect. What the intelligence had failed to anticipate with sufficient urgency was the presence of tanks. The seventh infantry regiment's company A was moving along a jungle track toward a road junction when point elements at no 9 L0 reported vehicle noise. The company halted at a 910. The lead scout came back at a run. Five Japanese type 97 Chihi tanks were on the road ahead moving toward the American column. The Chiha was a medium tank by Japanese standards. 15 tons, 57 mm main gun, hull-mounted machine gun, 25 mm armor plate. Against American anti-tank weapons, manageable against infantry with rifles, effectively invulnerable.

[00:15:12]Company A had no anti-tank weapons. The bazooka team, two men, had separated from the company 2 hours earlier to assist another platoon pinned down 400 m to the south. They had not come back.

[00:15:28]The company had rifle grenades, but rifle grenades would not stop a chiha.

[00:15:34]They had their rifles. Their rifles would not stop a chiha. The tanks kept coming. Captain Mason ordered the company to disperse into the jungle on both sides of the track.

[00:15:47]He called for the bazooka team on the radio. No response. He called battalion for air or artillery support. The response was procedural. Acknowledge.

[00:15:59]Assess. Wait. The tanks did not wait. At Oro 9:15, the lead chiha emerged from around a bend in the road and its hull machine gun began firing in a wide sweep, spraying the jungle edge where the Americans had taken cover. A man in Vlug's platoon took a round through the shoulder. Another man went down with shrapnel from a burst that hit a tree.

[00:16:27]Vlug was lying flat in the undergrowth watching. He made a calculation, not an emotional one, a practical one. The tanks were on a narrow road with jungle on both sides. Their visibility from the gunports was limited. They were moving in column each tank approximately 10 m behind the next. If a man moved quickly enough, moved to the right angle, he could get alongside the first tank before the crew could traverse the gun.

[00:17:01]He was carrying a rocket launcher, a 236 in M1 A1 bazooka that he had picked up from the wounded bazooka team 200 m back. He had never fired one in combat.

[00:17:16]He had fired them 12 times in training.

[00:17:19]He had six rockets. He told the man next to him he was going. He did not ask permission. He did not explain his plan.

[00:17:29]He stood up from cover and moved. He crossed 25 m of open ground at a dead run while the first tank's machine gun was still traversing. Left. He reached the right side of the road. He was inside the tank's gun coverage ark. The crew could not depress the 57 mm low enough to hit him at that range. He was 8 feet from the tank's sidearm. He loaded. He fired. The first tank stopped. The engine sound changed.

[00:18:04]Something damaged. Something wrong inside the hull. It did not explode, but it did not move. The crew hatch opened.

[00:18:13]He fired his rifle twice. He reloaded the bazooka. The second tank's driver had not yet processed what had happened.

[00:18:22]The column had been moving. Momentum kept it moving. The second tank rolled forward past the first. It was 12 m from Vlug when he fired the bazooka again from a kneeling position in the open road. The the round hit the right track housing.

[00:18:41]The tank slooed sideways and stopped diagonally across the road, blocking the third tank behind it. He reloaded.

[00:18:51]The third tank's commander had now identified the threat.

[00:18:56]The turret began to traverse right toward Vlug. He was in the open. There was no cover between him and the tank.

[00:19:05]The turret was moving. He fired. The round entered the forward hull junction.

[00:19:11]The tank halted. Smoke appeared around the hatches. Three tanks immobilized in less than 90 seconds. He was now out of bazooka rockets. He had his M1 Garand rifle with one full eight round end block clip. He had his 45 caliber M1911 A1 pistol on his hip. He had a fixed bayonet. The fourth and fifth tanks could not advance.

[00:19:41]The road was blocked by the second tank sitting crossways. Their crews, their crews could hear the firing. They knew something was wrong. At 0922, the hatches on the fourth tank opened and the crew began to dismount to assess the situation.

[00:19:59]The lug was 15 m away. He stood up from where he had taken cover behind the third tank's hull. He raised his grand.

[00:20:08]He fired eight rounds in approximately 11 seconds. Four. Four Japanese tankers went down on the road. The fifth dove back into the tank and the hatch slammed.

[00:20:22]The fifth tank began to back up. It reversed 30 m and stopped. The hatch did not open again. Total elapse time from Vlug's first movement to the last shot.

[00:20:35]4 minutes and an estimated 30 seconds.

[00:20:39]He walked back to the treeine. Captain Mason found him sitting on a fallen log, hands on his knees, looking at the road.

[00:20:46]Are you hit? Vlug checked himself. He was not hit. Three tanks destroyed, two immobilized or retreated. At least four enemy killed. The road clear. The advance could continue. He picked P up his rifle. The Silver Star was recommended by Captain Mason within 24 hours. The citation language noted that Vlug had without orders and without regard for personal safety singlehandedly neutralized a Japanese armored column threatening to destroy his company. The decoration was approved and presented in January of 1945.

[00:21:30]He was 28 years old. He was still the quiet man from Oregon. He was still the truck driver who sharpened his bayonet and said nothing. But the war was not done with him. Not remotely before we reach the moment this story has been building toward.

[00:21:49]Before we get to what happened on December 15th, 1944 in the jungles west of Le Man, let's acknowledge something. You are watching this because someone in that algorithm decided you might care about men like Dirk Vlug. Men who do not have statues, men whose names do not appear in the history textbooks your children carry.

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[00:22:22]Every single subscriber tells the algorithm that forgotten history is worth finding. It costs you nothing. It means everything to the work. Now, December 15th, 1944, the Ormach Valley campaign had been grinding for 7 weeks.

[00:22:42]By the time December arrived, the Seventh Infantry had fought its way through mountains and river crossings and jungle terrain that consumed men as efficiently as the enemy did. By early December, the regiment had taken significant casualties.

[00:23:02]Exact regimental losses for this period were recorded as 312 killed in action and 891 wounded in action between October 20th and December 10th, 1944.

[00:23:18]The objective in mid December was the road junction at Leman, a small settlement at a critical crossroads in the northwestern approach to the Ormach Valley. Japanese forces had fortified the approaches with considerable depth.

[00:23:36]Multiple defensive lines, reinforced positions, and a garrison that had been resupplied from the sea on December 9th and 11th, bringing fresh troops, ammunition, and additional automatic weapons to the defenders. Company A moved out before dawn on December 15th.

[00:23:58]The temperature was 82° F at its 0430, already building toward the 96° it would reach by noon. The humidity was, as it was every day on Lee, complete.

[00:24:13]Men carried water, but sweated it out faster than they could replace it. The jungle was dark, even in daylight. A canopy so dense that noon looked like late afternoon on the floor.

[00:24:26]Vlug moved at the head of his squad, second in the column. His M1 Gurand was loaded. He carried eight additional NB block clips, 64 rounds total. He had two fragmentation grenades hooked to his webbing. His bayonet was fixed. At 0610, the column entered a cleared area approximately 60 m wide. A space that had been logged sometime before the war and now stood in rough secondary growth, waist high brush and scattered stumps.

[00:25:03]It was the worst possible terrain to cross under fire. The Japanese had been waiting at 6.14.

[00:25:12]Automatic weapons fire opened from three points simultaneously. NASA from a fortified position at the far tree line from an elevated bunker on the right flank and from a concealed gunpit to the left. The fire was interlocking covering the entire cleared area. The squad leader, a staff sergeant from California named Thomas Reyes, went down in the first two seconds. The man behind him went down. The column stopped. Went to ground. The cleared area was a killing ground. Standing up meant dying. Staying down meant dying slower. The Japanese position was superior and could suppress and flank at will. V assessed from behind a stump. He had a grand, eight clips, two grenades, and approximately 60 m of open ground between himself and the nearest enemy position. He moved. He went left, not toward the nearest position, toward the flanking gun pit that had the clearest angle on the pinned Americans. He crawled through the brush. He was below the automatic weapons fire by 18 in.

[00:26:32]He covered 25 m in approximately 2 minutes. While the firefight continued over his head, he rose to a crouch at the edge of the gunpit. He pulled the pin on the first grenade. He threw it.

[00:26:46]The gun went silent. He stood and ran.

[00:26:49]He was now running across the cleared area toward the elevated bunker on the right flank. 30 m of open ground with a machine gun on his left that was still firing. One of the rounds from the forward tree line hit the dirt 6 in to his right. He did not slow down. He reached the base of the bunker. A log and earth imp placement built into a low rise with a firing aperture at approximately chest height. He was below the aperture. The gun crew could not depress far enough to hit him. He pressed against the log facing, pulled the second grenade, held it for two seconds, and pushed it through the aperture. The bunker went silent. Now only the forward treeine position was firing, but the men in the cleared area could move. Vlug turned back toward the clearing and shout.

[00:27:49]Not the word charge, but a word his men recognized. The squad moved. They reached the forward treeine position in under a minute of rush.

[00:28:01]Six men firing and moving in the trained sequence. Uh alternating fire and advance. The Japanese defenders in that position numbered 12 men under the simultaneous pressure of the frontal advance and the elimination of their supporting fire. Eight of them withdrew into the jungle. Four did not. The cleared area was taken. Sergeant Reyes was dead. Three other men were wounded.

[00:28:30]One seriously, one walking, one who could still fire. Vlug was unscratched.

[00:28:36]He reorganized the squad. He reported to Captain Mason. He was told to hold the cleared area while the rest of the company came up. He held it for 3 hours.

[00:28:49]But December 15th was not finished.

[00:28:53]The defining moment of this story, the one that brought Dirk Vlug to the attention of the United States Army's highest decorating authority, came in the afternoon at approximately 14:30, a Japanese counterattack force moved to retake the cleared area.

[00:29:13]Intelligence gathered afterward established that this force consisted of approximately 60 soldiers from the Japanese first battalion or 57th Infantry Regiment, a fresh unit that had arrived in the December 9th resupply.

[00:29:30]They were not exhausted garrison troops.

[00:29:34]They were well supplied, well-rested, and moving with aggressive intent.

[00:29:40]Vlug's squad at that moment consisted of himself and four men.

[00:29:46]Two had been evacuated with wounds during the morning. One one was moving supplies from the rear. They had their rifles.

[00:29:55]One Browning automatic rifle operated by Private First Class James Holloway of Mon Georgia and approximately 200 rounds between them. Incoming force approximately 60 soldiers.

[00:30:12]Defending force five men with infantry weapons. The ratio was 12:1. The Japanese force came through the tree line at the far edge of the cleared area at 1433.

[00:30:25]Moving in an extended line. Vlug saw them at the same moment. Holloway saw them. He made one decision. He told Holloway to hold fire. He walked out into the cleared area. This is not a typo. He walked. He did not crouch. He did not run. He walked toward 60 armed men with his M1 Garrand at the high port. And he did it at a pace that a man going to fetch the mail might have recognized.

[00:30:57]What he was doing was reading them. He had fought these men, not these specific men, but their doctrine, their training, their institutional patterns for seven weeks. He knew something that an analyst in a headquarters building might have taken a day to determine a force moving in an extended assault line, coming out of jungle into open ground under a hot afternoon. After a morning of being steadily repulsed across their entire front, often contains men at the edge of cohesion. They were 40 m from him when the lead element slowed. He kept walking. He was 30 m from them when the lead soldier, a junior NCO by the insignia on his collar, stopped entirely. Vlug stopped, too. What happened next is documented in the afteraction reports, in the statements of four American witnesses, and in the subsequent Medal of Honor citation. It is one of the most precise pieces of testimony in the seventh infantry regiment's combat records.

[00:32:14]Vlug raised his rifle. He aimed at the NCO's chest. He spoke. He did not speak Japanese. He did not need to. He used the international language of the situation. One man with a weapon aimed unafraid looking directly at you across 25 m of open ground. The NCO looked at him. Then the NCO looked at the men on his left and right. Then he looked back at Vlug. He set down his weapon. It was not a gesture of weakness. It was an act of calculation performed under precisely the same pressures Vlug was working from. The NCO had watched in the previous seconds. A single American soldier walked toward his formation without hesitation. Behind Vlug, he could see four more men taking position.

[00:33:11]The BAR was now visible. The sounds of American advance were audible from multiple directions. American forces had been pressing the entire front all morning. His own assault line had lost its momentum the moment the lead element stopped. One man, one decision, one moment. Seven of the Japanese soldiers nearest the NCO sat down. Then 12, then the rest. 40 soldiers laid down their arms in the next 90 seconds. The remaining 20 in the assault group had either withdrawn into the jungle or gone to ground during the approach and never emerged. The 40 who remained in the open surrendered to a squad of five men and specifically by every account to one man who had walked toward them alone. Vlug secured the prisoners. He signaled for the rest of the company. He went back to the edge of the clearing and sat on the same fallen log he had occupied after the November 7th engagement.

[00:34:19]Captain Mason found him there again. You walked at them.

[00:34:25]Vlug looked up. Seemed faster, he said.

[00:34:29]Captain Mason's afteraction report was filed on December 16th, 1944 and recommended Dirk Joseph Vlug for the Medal of Honor. The language of the citation later formalized and approved described his actions across the entire Lee campaign.

[00:34:48]The elimination of flanking positions, the destruction of the armored column and the December 15th engagement as evidence of conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. The paperwork moved through channels. Vlug kept fighting. The seventh infantry continued its push through the Ormach Valley corridor through December and into January of 1945.

[00:35:22]Vlug participated in the capture of Ormach city on December 19th, 1944 and in the subsequent operations to clear Japanese remnants from the western Lee Highlands through February of 1945.

[00:35:40]He was promoted to sergeant on January 8th, 1945.

[00:35:45]He was wounded on February 3rd, 1945.

[00:35:49]shrapnel from a mortar round, left shoulder and upper arm, and was evacuated for treatment. He returned to duty on February 21st, 1945.

[00:36:02]By the time the Philippine campaign moved to Luzon and then to the island clearing operations, Vlug's cumulative decoration record had been established.

[00:36:14]In addition to the Medal of Honor recommendation, he held the Silver Star, the Bronze Star with V device, the Purple Heart, the American Campaign Medal, the Asiatic Pacific Campaign Medal with four bronze service stars, and the Philippine Liberation Ribbon. The Medal of Honor was awarded by President Harry S. Truman in a ceremony at the White House on October 12th, 1945.

[00:36:47]The war had ended 6 weeks earlier. Vlug stood in a room with 31 other recipients, all in dress uniform and waited in line. When his turn came, he stepped forward. Truman placed the light blue ribbon around his neck. He shook Truman's hand. A photographer captured the moment. Vlug was not smiling, not because he was unhappy, but because that was simply not the expression on his face at formal occasions. He was 28 years old. He had been in the army for 3 and 1/2 years.

[00:37:24]He wanted to go home. He went home to Pendleton, Oregon in November of 1945.

[00:37:31]The town gave him a parade, a modest one two blocks, a flated truck, a band from the high school. He waved once from the truck and then stepped down and walked home. The dog Hector had died of old age in 1944.

[00:37:48]He did not get another one for 2 years.

[00:37:52]He went back to driving trucks, not the same company. That one had closed during the war, but a similar job hauling agricultural goods through eastern Oregon and into Idaho. He drove 5 days a week. He earned a steady wage. He was, by all accounts of those who knew him in that period, the same man he had always been. He met Margaret Eleanor Schultz at a church social in Pendleton in February of 1946.

[00:38:25]She was 24, a school teacher who had taught third grade at Pendleton Elementary for for two years.

[00:38:33]They were married on June 14th, 1947.

[00:38:38]Their first son, Will, named for Durk's father, was born on March 2nd, 1948.

[00:38:46]A daughter, Clara, named for his mother, was born on September 17th, 1950. A second son, Robert, was born in 1953.

[00:38:57]Margaret would later say that Durk never spoke of the war to her. Not in the sense that it troubled him. He did not wake in the night, did not flinch at loud sounds, did not drink to excess. He simply did not feel the need to discuss it. It was something that had happened, something he had done when it needed to be done. There was no mystery in it as far as he was concerned. He gave no newspaper interviews. He attended veterans events when directly invited and declined when the invitation was general. He joined the American Legion Post in Pendleton and attended meetings occasionally where he sat in the back and drank his coffee and listened. He did not speak from the floor. When younger veterans mentioned his Medal of Honor, he acknowledged it without elaboration. In 1961, he left trucking and took a position as a driver and logistics coordinator for a county agricultural cooperative, a job that paid less but kept him closer to home during his children's school years.

[00:40:11]He coached his son Williams little league team for three seasons. He was, according to the parents who watched from the bleachers, a patient coach who never raised his voice. The city of Pendleton named a street for him in 1968.

[00:40:31]Vlug drive in a residential development on the southeast side of the city. He attended the dedication ceremony, said seven words to the assembled crowd. I appreciate the thought. Hey, thank you all." and drove home. His daughter Clara would later say that he visited the street exactly once just to see the sign and never mentioned it again. Durk Joseph Flug died on September 18th, 1996 in Pendleton, Oregon. He was 79 years old. The cause of death was cardiac arrest. his third in a period of 18 months.

[00:41:14]Margaret was with him. Their children were all present. He was buried at Cemetery in Pendleton, Oregon. His grave marker is a standard governmentissue white marble headstone, identical in size to the markers around it. His full name is engraved at the top. Below it, Medal of Honor. Below that, the dates.

[00:41:39]below the dates. Nothing else. He had asked for nothing else. When the obituary ran in the East Oregonian, the headline was three words.

[00:41:50]Medal of Honor. The text was 300 words long, factual, and listed his decorations in order. Margaret provided a photograph from 1945.

[00:42:03]The young man in the dress uniform standing in the White House garden, not quite smiling. There is a version of this story in which Dirk Vlug is a household name in which his face appears on postage stamps and his actions are dramatized in feature films in which the moment he walked toward 60 armed men across an open field in Lee in December of 1944 is taught in every American classroom that covers World War II. That is not the version of history we were given.

[00:42:41]What we were given is the record. The afteraction reports the Medal of Honor citation in the National Archives.

[00:42:50]The grave in Pendleton, the street sign on the southeast side of a small Oregon city that most people in that city could not place on a map. and the fact, simple, stubborn, irreducible, that when 60 men with rifles stood across an open field from him, Durk Vlug did not crouch, did not run, did not calculate the odds against him. He walked toward them because it seemed faster. That's Dirk Joseph Vlug, truck driver, father, Medal of Honor recipient, a man who lived in the same town his whole life and never once suggested that what he had done in the Philippines was anything other than ordinary. If this story stayed with you, if the name Dirk Vlug is now a name you will not forget, take 5 seconds and hit subscribe.

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