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Leon Irgang was born on March
18, 1924, the son of Sam and Ruth Irgang, in the Jewish section of the town of
Wloclawek in Poland. When he was six years old, Irgang, traveled with his mother
on what would be the first of three transatlantic voyages. They sailed from the
Southampton Port of England in 1930, arriving in New York Harbor to join his
father who had emigrated five years earlier. They settled in the Bronx, New York
City, leaving behind beloved grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. In less
than a decade, the town he left behind would be occupied by the Nazis, and the
family he left behind would perish in the Holocaust.
Irgang was naturalized as a
US citizen and inducted into the U.S. Army on January 27, 1943. Assigned to
Headquarters Company, 3rd Battalion, 137th Infantry Regiment, 35th Infantry
Division. After a period of basic training, he took his second transatlantic
crossing, arriving back on the shores of England. On July 9, 1944, he landed in
France, on Omaha Beach, Normandy.
Thrust into fierce fighting
around St. Lo. By August 1, 1944, he was awarded the Combat Infantryman Badge
for active ground combat, and a week later, was promoted to Private First Class.
Among his fellow infantrymen, he was known as "Lucky Lee" because he always
seemed to make it through action on the front lines without a scratch.
His luck was put to the test
on September 20, 1944, during the intense operations northeast of Nancy, France.
The 35th Infantry Division After Action Report describes the day as one of the
"bloodiest struggles the regiment had yet engaged in." Trapped in an open valley
bordered by Highway 74, the 3rd Battalion was pinned down by lethal machine-gun
and mortar fire from the high ground.
Wounded during the barrage,
Irgang was evacuated to a military hospital in England. He spent months
recovering with shrapnel still lodged in his left thigh. Bits of the shrapnel
remained with him for the rest of his life because doctors considered it too
dangerous to remove. He was awarded the Purple Heart on November 17, 1944.
Irgang returned to duty on
February 9, 1945. He remained with the 137th through the final push into Germany
and the end of hostilities in Europe. His third and final sailing across the
Atlantic took place aboard the transport ship SS Cristobal, which carried him
into Boston Harbor on August 31, 1945. Along with the Purple Heart, he also
received the American Service Medal and the European-African-Middle Eastern
Campaign Medal.
After returning to his home in the Bronx, Irgang used
the G.I. Bill to become the first in his family to attend college, earning an
accounting degree from Long Island University. He married a young woman who had
written to him during the war, and together they built a life in the
Philadelphia suburbs, raising three children in a home bought with a G.I. Bill
backed mortgage.
Irgang rarely spoke about what happened during the
war but would on occasion recount the experience of the "brotherhood of the
foxhole", a bond he described as deeper than blood, formed in the heat of
battle.
Irgang died on November 17, 1998, and was buried in
the Shalom Memorial Park cemetery in Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania. Today, his
service is kept alive by his children and grandchildren. They mark the
anniversary of the day he was wounded, not as a day of tragedy, but as the day
"Lucky Lee" survived, ensuring that his story and his role in the liberation of
Europe is not forgotten.
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Soldier By Leon Irgang I am an Infantryman I have a rifle and bayonet I have a pack and cartridge belt I have a helmet and gas mask I have a uniform I am a soldier. My name does not resound thru the land My deeds are not spoken of with pride Little is said of me, less is heard about me. I carry no medals or decorations I have no stripes on my arms or bars on my shoulder I am a soldier. I care not for decorations for medals or promotions. I want no fame or glory I care not if my name is never known As long as my friends know it. I am a soldier. I have much to wish for I have much to do. I am willing to go forward. the enemy must be beaten the world must be rebuilt the people must learn to live again I am a soldier. My wishes are for my living I wish to be home. to be with my father and mother. to sit again at table to sleep in our house to see my brother and sister off to school to have my mom scold me for staying out late And to watch pop wink knowingly and smile. to work with friends I used to work with to be with friends I used to be with to flirt with the girls I used to flirt with And maybe add a few new conquests. to see the quiet beauty of the love of two people to watch it mellow with the years. Mom and Dad. to again be a part of a family to belong to someone and have someone belong to me. to walk thru the days and in any path I choose to sleep when it is time for sleeping to rest when work is done. to walk down the street and see familiar faces. to be healthy and play the games I knew before to call for the girl. to look at her and admire her to go to shows, movies, dances, parties and the beach to skip and hop thru life as I once use to hop and skip thru the streets coming home from school. these things I wish for these things I fight for, I am a soldier. I am an Infantryman The downtrodden tireless G.I. My transportation consists of two feet My motor of one mind My power is in my hands, my head and my God. I have a great M1 rifle with a bayonet for close work My pack weighs me down but it carries my home, my food and my clothes My helmet is big and heavy for my neck but it helps keep my head together My gas mask is a pain in the neck, but it may come in handy if and when they use gas. I have a uniform, brass buttons on the blouse, nice division patch on the left sleeve, Army and Regimental insignia decorate my collar. My go to hell hat has blue ribbon around the fringe. It looks snappy. I am a soldier. |
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