On September 1, 2016, my husband and I, along with cousins and other family members, gathered at the French Embassy in Washington D.C. as my aunt, Dorothy Kabat Pollack Kirby, was presented with the award of Knight in the National Order of the Legion of Honor by the French government. This is the highest award the French bestow on those who served on French soil to help liberate France from the grip of the Nazi regime during World War II. Afterward, many people asked me how my aunt was awarded this great honor and what she did to deserve it. To mark our recently celebrated Veterans Day, as well as my aunt’s 100th birthday, this past November 6, I want to share her story as well as the work I did to make this great day happen.
Although many
American men fought and died in France while wearing the uniform of the United
States military, many others fought and survived, and they deserve
to be awarded the French
Legion of Honor award. But few pursued this award after the war. The Greatest Generation came home and quietly
rebuilt their lives, moving on from the memories of war and their service, not
only to their country but to the countries that fell under Nazi dominion. Far fewer women ever sought this
award, mostly because they were not aware that they were eligible for it.
Women did not serve
in combat, but many women
served as nurses and put themselves in harm’s way to tend the wounded. The
army nurses of World War II were brave women who tended to the wounded in
frightful and dangerous circumstances. My Aunt Dorothy was no
exception. After graduating from nursing school in 1941, in Pittsburgh, Dorothy
joined the U.S. Women’s Army Corps. She was stationed at Walter Reed Army
Hospital in Washington for a year, and then at Fort Lee in Virginia, and, finally,
in Nashville. She was part of the 48th
General Hospital, which shipped out for Europe on New Year’s Day, 1944. They
sailed aboard the Queen Mary to
Glasgow and were stationed in Petworth, England, where they set up an evacuation hospital to treat the wounded who were being evacuated from Europe.
After D-Day,
when the beaches were secured, they were sent to Omaha Beach and billeted in
Normandy to treat the servicemen wounded on D-Day. Dorothy’s unit
was one of the first nursing units to arrive
and to set up a hospital to treat the wounded. It was two
weeks after D-Day; Dorothy still remembers seeing the bodies lying on
the beaches.
Subsequently,
Dorothy was sent to Paris, where she was stationed for one year, and she set up
a hospital to treat the wounded. She witnessed the Battle for the Liberation of Paris, August 19 to 25, 1944, and received the Bronze Star for tending to
the wounded during the shelling of Paris. She also remembers treating the massive
numbers of wounded that flooded into Paris during the later German
offensive, the Battle of the Bulge, which extended from December 16, 1944 to
January 25, 1945. She was in Paris when the bells rang heralding Victory in
Europe Day, on May 8, 1945. She remembers treating returning Holocaust
survivors as well.
A Long Process
The women who served during World
War II were heroes, and many of them deserve to be honored for their service on
French soil. Unfortunately, time is running out, and most of our WW II veterans have passed
away or are quite elderly. My Aunt Dorothy was just shy of her 96th birthday
when she was awarded Knight in the National Order of the Legion of Honor.
I first heard
about this award in 2014, when my dear friend Chana Kagan told me about her mother-in-law being given this award in Florida.
She was the same age as my aunt and had also served as a nurse. She died not long
after receiving the award. Chana urged me to apply for my aunt.
It took two years from the
time I applied until my aunt actually received it. I was very afraid
that she would not live long enough since this honor is not given posthumously.
After the application was submitted, we spent a lot of time calling and
emailing to check on the status of the application. We felt that time was
running out, and we wanted
the French to move quickly
on my aunt’s application.
I first
contacted the Consulate General of France in Miami, Florida. Their website
explains how to apply for the highest
French distinction and details
the strict criteria for getting this honor: “Interested veterans of all the different
armed forces must have fought in at least one of the four campaigns for the liberation of France: Normandy,
Provence, Ardennes, or Northern France. Actions having taken place in Belgium,
Germany, Italy, or other neighboring European countries are not taken into consideration.”
A person
applying must create a file, which must contain the following documents: either
an honorable discharge paper, Military Separation Order, or DD Form 214. In
addition, there must be citations for previous military awards, such as the
Silver Medal, the Bronze Medal, the Purple Heart, or higher distinctions
indicating meritorious actions during combat operations. There must be military
records mentioning their missions in France before May 8, 1945, and a short
paragraph must be written to explain these missions. The form “Proposal Memory”
must be completed. In addition, a copy of a photo ID is required.
The first
hurdle for me was to get the paper that showed that my aunt was honorably discharged and did, indeed, serve in the armed forces.
I found out that during the
time she served the DD Form 214 was
not yet in use. The records for veterans of WW II are housed in the National
Archives National Personnel Records
Center in St. Louis.
You can fill out an online
request for service records, however, there was a
fire at the archives in St. Louis, in 1973, and most of the records of our
servicemen and women were destroyed. This happened before the archives were digitized, so the
chance of receiving any WW II service records is small. But it does not hurt to
try, and since I had been successful in obtaining my father’s WW II records, I thought I would try to get my aunt’s as well. But then I did what every
good genealogist should do: I asked relatives! And it turned out that Aunt Dorothy’s daughter, my cousin
Ina, had her mother’s original Certificate of Service, and she was more than happy to make a copy and send
it to me.
The next step
was another one that good genealogists should do, especially with their elderly
relatives: interview the person you want information from.I went to my aunt’s
home in Washington D.C. and interviewed her about her service, particularly in France.
From the notes
I took that day, I was able to fill out the Proposal Memory form, which I had
printed out from the French Consulate’s website.
The three-page form asks for details on the person seeking the rank of
Knight of the Legion of Honor. There is personal information, military career information,
all American and foreign official decorations and citations, chronological
progress of the person’s professional career, their education, their service to
the community, their activities in the social field and in the community, any
works they have published, and then the detailed military facts related to the WW II.
You must know the person’s rank; their military unit;
military occupational specialty; wounds received, if any; if they were ever a
POW, and where and for how long; and an entire chronological progress of their
military career during the Second World War. In
addition, you must list all battles and campaigns they were engaged in,
the specific heroic actions they were involved in, and references for contacts.
After
completing that, I had to write up a page detailing in story form my aunt’s
wartime service on French soil. I photocopied her photo ID and put everything together in a file, which I mailed
to the Consulate General of
France in Miami. I later found out that this was an unneeded extra step, as
they reviewed her application and sent it on to the French Embassy in
Washington D.C. It took a long time
for the review process as our application came in the midst of increased
terrorism in France, and the French
had more pressing matters to be concerned about. Finally, my aunt’s
application passed the inspection of the French Embassy in Washington and was
sent to Paris for final inspection and authorization. Again, this took an
agonizingly long time, and every day I was concerned that it
would come too late. Every day of life when one
is 96 is a bracha. Finally, I was notified that her application had been
accepted and she qualified for the rank of Knight of the Legion of Honor.
The Big Day
The next step was scheduling
a date for the bestowing of the honor. Again, I pushed hard to have it as soon
as possible. The ceremony was to be held at the French Embassy in Washington,
and we had to submit a list of guests in advance so they could be given
security clearance. We were only allowed a certain number
of guests, and my cousins
agonized over the guest list. The big day finally arrived, and we carpooled to
the French Embassy, with my aunt coming in a wheelchair-accessible taxi.
On
September 1, 2016, just before she turned 96, my
aunt was presented with the rank of Knight by Michel Charbonnier, Consul
General of France in Washington. He gave a moving speech on Aunt Dorothy’s
wartime service, as well as the longstanding friendship between France and the
United States. I do not think there was a dry eye in the room when he pinned
her medal on her. Afterward, we gathered at her home to see the medals the
United States had given her for wartime
service and for all those unable to attend the ceremony to
offer their congratulations.
Although it
was two years in the making, her award was highly deserved, and I am very glad
that I was able to pursue it and bring it to
fruition.
Life after the War
After the victory in Europe,
Aunt Dorothy was sent to the Pacific Theater
via the Panama Canal. She was
in Manila during the liberation of the Philippines and then sailed to Japan.
From the deck of the ship she witnessed one of the atomic bombs being dropped. After landing, she
treated the injured in Yokohama
and Tokyo. She retired from the army on April 19, 1946 with the rank of First Lieutenant.
After the war,
she and a friend decided they wanted to do something fun and easy as nurses,
especially after all the horrors they had seen in wartime. They decided to
become nurses on a cruise ship. What could be bad? They would only have to treat seasickness and minor
ailments. They dressed in their army uniforms, proudly displaying their medals,
and went to apply at the cruise line, only to be told, “We do not hire Jews.” However, Aunt Dorothy went on to
have an illustrious nursing career after that and never looked back.
For more
information on the remarkable women who served in our country’s military, you
can go to the Women in Military Service for America Memorial in Arlington, Virginia,
or visit them online at womensmemorial.org. You can pull up women veterans’
photographs and a synopsis of their service. And if you know any worthy veterans
who served on French soil during WW II, encourage them to apply for the rank of Knight
of the National Order of the Legion of Honor.
So, wishing
Aunt Dorothy a happy hundredth birthday, I am glad I was able to publicize once
again her amazing story!
Contact Sara
at:saraandreuven@comcast.net. A version of this article was published in
L’Dor V’Dor Spring 2018.