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World War II veterans remember: Joe Wilson helped liberate Dachau with 45th Infantry Division

World War II veterans remember: Joe Wilson helped liberate Dachau with 45th Infantry Division

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Arms missing. Legs blown off. Brains oozing from shattered skulls. As a World War II combat medic in Europe, Joe Wilson “saw everything,” he said.

“And it was just horrible.”

But as much carnage as Wilson witnessed — and it was considerable, with his unit fighting more than 500 days in Sicily, Italy, France and Germany — none of it prepared him for Dachau.

“We came out of the woods and there it was,” he said of his first sight of the infamous German concentration camp.

Wilson talked to the Tulsa World about the war and the action he saw with the Army’s 45th Infantry Division.

Made up of units from Oklahoma and other Southwestern states, the Oklahoma-based 45th was one of the first National Guard units activated in the war, and among its many accomplishments would be liberating Dachau on April 29, 1945.

“The Germans (at the camp) at first were ready to put up a fight,” Wilson said.

But after a brief firefight that left several of them dead, “they saw the writing on the wall and surrendered.”

About 32,000 prisoners were in the camp when the 45th arrived.

They were glad to see their liberators, Wilson said — at least those who weren’t so emaciated they were unable to speak.

For Wilson, the images remain fresh. He still recalls the starving faces staring out from behind barbed wire. Little more than skeletons, some would die even as they were being freed.

After securing the camp, Wilson said, the horror just continued to unfold for the soldiers. Wilson said they found boxcars that had once hauled coal were stacked with rotting corpses.

“Bodies were everywhere,” he said.

‘A bunch of greenhorns’

Just 17 when he joined the National Guard in 1938, Wilson had to lie about his age to get in. It was the Depression and times were hard, said Wilson, who grew up in Cushing.

“We’d do anything for a little change in our pocket,” he said.

The teenager had no idea then what lay ahead, that war was coming, and the guard would be mobilized for action overseas.

Wilson’s first taste of combat came in Sicily, when the Allies invaded in July 1943.

“We were a bunch of greenhorns,” he said. “We didn’t know what to expect.”

The landing craft hit the beach, the front ramp lowered and just like that “you’re facing the Germans,” he said.

“The ones who made it, made it; those who didn’t, didn’t.”

His job as a combat medic, he said, “was to take care of all the boys who were wounded.”

When possible, Wilson engaged in a little preventative care. His memories of the location and circumstances that earned him a Silver Star are a little fuzzy now. But he knows it happened when his unit was taking heavy artillery fire. Instead of jumping for cover, Wilson risked his life to make sure other soldiers were safe.


One soldier Wilson met holds a permanent place in his heart: An 18-year-old from Indiana named Bobby.

Bobby, whom Wilson befriended and shared a foxhole with, apparently mentioned Wilson once when he wrote home.

A short time later, Wilson said, he received a letter from Bobby’s father.

“He asked me if I could look after him. He said, ‘Bobby is the only boy I’ve got, the only family I’ve got left.’ ”

Not long after Wilson received the letter, Bobby was killed.

“Boy, that’s what hurts — losing a friend like that,” Wilson said.

It has haunted him over the years, that he couldn’t honor the father’s request.

The experience of loss was something everybody had to deal with, though, Wilson added.

“You have a buddy and you’re going along, then you turn around and he’s gone — laying on the ground back there. It’s shocking.”

Ultimately, the former medic added, the only cure for war is “brotherly love.”

If the experience taught him anything, that was it.

After finishing his service, Wilson returned to Oklahoma. He would raise three children with his wife, but he never talked much about the war — and even less about Dachau — until late in life, still coming to terms with he saw.

Five years ago, a trip on one of Oklahoma’s Honor Flights to the WWII memorial in Washington, D.C., helped him to do that.

As Wilson has gotten older, the nightmares have been less frequent.

But sometimes, still, the faces converge on him, hollow eyes peering out from behind barbed-wire fences. When they come to him in his sleep, he said, he usually wakes up.

“I sit up in bed, and say, ‘Joe, you’re crazy. You’re home in bed.’ ”

Tim Stanley 918-581-8385


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