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Pfc Leon Irgang

Pfc Leon Irgang

137th Infantry Regiment, HQ Company 3rd Battalion

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.


The 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.


Thanks to Lisa Irgang for this information and the pictures of her father.

 

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