Robert Echelbarger

U.S. Warrior Poets

David Baillie was raised and educated in New York and Massachusetts. Baillie left high school to enlist in the army, under age, and later become an infantry instructor at Fort Benning, Georgia. He did several tours of duty in Korea. Following the war, he served with the New York State National Guard and the Army Reserves. Taking advantage of the GI Bill, Baillie continued his education and earned degrees in counseling and education. The poems that follow are from his book, Dry Tears.


 

 

 

 

 

 

Ernest Botti served in Korea as a first lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force, 339th/ 319th Fighter Squadrons.


Earl Carson is a resident of Washington State. He served in the Korean War from September 1950 to November 1951, in C Company, 1st Tank Battalion, 1st Marine Division FMF.


Donald A. Chase lives in Massachusetts.  He joined the US Army Reserves in 1944, and later enlisted in the regular army.  Chase served with the 89th Infantry Division in Europe during The Second World War, and re-enlisted at the outbreak of the Korean War. He arrived in Korea in 1951. Wounded three times during the war, Chase was discharged in 1953.


William Childress, of Folsom, California served in the Korean War as a demolitions specialist. As a photo journalist, he was nominated twice for the Pulitzer Prize.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Robert Echelbarger of Mason City, Iowa was a private first class who worked his way up to a sergeant during the Korean War. Beginning in 1946 he served a two-year hitch in the military, then joined the inactive reserves. He was recalled to active duty when the Korean War broke out, and served with F-2-5 Marines in Korea from during 1951. Echelbarger’s poem “I am” is followed by, “Those Damn Hills,” an entry from his journal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Born in the U.S. Southwest., Rolando Hinojosa grew up in a bilingual household. He joined the army in 1946, and served in the Caribbean as a radio announcer and editor of the Army Defense Command newspaper. A professor of English, Hinojosa served as director of the Texas Center for Writers for almost ten years. He is most known for Klail City Death Trip, a series of bilingual and bicultural novels. The first novel in the series, Estampas del Valle won him the national award for Chicano literature in 1972. Four years later he won the highest award for the novel in Latin America, the Premio de las Casas de las Americas for Klail City y sus alrededores.  His work has been translated into several languages. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

William Wantling was born in Illinois. At the age of 17, he joined the Marines and applied for combat duty. He was wounded and suffered from severe burns. In order to endure the pain Wantling was given morphine to which he became addicted. He was dishonorably discharged in 1955. Wantling’s life following the war was one of mishaps, addiction and incarceration. However, he remains one of the most respected poets of the literary underground. He died of an overdose at the age of 41.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Born in New Mexico, Keith Wilson was a graduate of the U.S. Naval Academy, and worked as a professor of english at New Mexico State University for more than 20 years until his retirement in 1988. Wilson has received a Lifetime Achievement Award from the Border Book Festival, a National Endowment of the Arts Creative Writing Fellowship, a D.H. Lawrence Creative Fellowship, a Senior Fulbright-Hayes Fellowship, a P.E.N. America Writing Grant, the New Mexico Governor’s Award for Excellence and Achievement in Literature, and New Mexico State University’s Westhafer Award.  His most recent book is Transcendental Studies.




 

Robert Echelbarger

Robert Echelbarger of Mason City, Iowa was a private first class who worked his way up to a sergeant during the Korean War. Beginning in 1946 he served a two-year hitch in the military, then joined the inactive reserves. He was recalled to active duty when the Korean War broke out, and served with F-2-5 Marines in Korea from during 1951. Echelbarger’s poem “I am” is followed by, “Those Damn Hills,” an entry from his journal.


"I am"

I am a man with a mind that cannot rest.
I wonder what causes these flashes of thought.
I hear they are ghosts of unsolved problems returning to haunt me.
I see the spirits of yesterday coming forth.
I want them exorcised so I can be at peace.
I am a man with a mind that cannot rest.

I pretend the thoughts have no meaning and cannot harm me.
I feel the presence of those I have wronged.
I touch upon their lives in my mind now and again.
I worry that I may be called upon for an accounting.
I cry because of the agony churning within my mind.
I am a man with a mind that cannot rest.



Questions for Reflection: “I am”
  1. How does war generate past feelings? How does it point to a warrior’s vulnerability?
  2. In his thinking, why is it important for Echelbarger to put aside the past?
  3. Echelbarger in “I am,” wonders why his mind can not rest. Why is this so? 
  4. What, if anything, will bring calm and peace to a warrior?

 

Those Damn Hills

Those damn Korean hills finally defeated him, this magnificent looking man. I noticed him slumped by the trail as I struggled by on my blistered feet. His head was bowed in defeat, as tears ran down his dirt streaked cheeks. The cry “Fall out and take ten” rippled down the line. I dropped to the ground at his side and breathed a sigh of relief. I loosened my cartridge belt and thought, “I wish I had something to eat.” I loosened the straps on my pack and stretched out on my aching back.

As I looked him over, I noticed the broad shoulders. His muscles bulged through torn and dirty clothes.  I asked him, “What’s wrong buddy, did you run out of gas?” His reply was labored, “I just can’t climb these hills anymore, I just can’t climb.”

Our platoon sergeant, who was walking the line, stopped by this poor specimen as he reclined.  In a voice edged with a rasp he growled, “On your feet and off your ass. Where in the hell are your ammo cans at?” The Adonis looked up at this wisp of a man and a look of anguish registered on his pan. His voice seemed to come from a long distance away as he replied, “I left them at the bottom of the hill. They are just too much to carry, they are just too much.”

The sergeant’s eyes seemed to penetrate his very soul.  They had the look, of one who could kill. In a voice that was deadly and low, he growled, “Get your ass back down the hill and get those cans.”  The look in his eyes and the deadly growl gave the poor guy a surge of power.  He lurched to his feet and stumbled back down the trail. The sergeant followed him step by step, chewing ass all the way.

I looked at that body all muscled and brown.  I wondered, “How long can I last pounding my feet on the ground?

How long can I keep climbing these everlasting hills?  After all he was much stronger than I, or so it seemed. More than one Marine has been beaten to his knees, by the multitude of hills and trees.  How long can I last, how long?



Questions for Reflection: “Those Damn Hills”

  1. Describe what is meant by “physical endurance” in your own words? Has there ever been a time when you felt that you could not physically continue with a task? What were your thoughts at the time? What was your body saying to you? Was your mind saying one thing and your body another? 
  2. How would you access the reaction of the sergeant in this journal entry?
  3. In your thinking, what was the immediate thinking of the tired soldier after he was reprimanded by the sergeant? Why might he have thought what he did?
  4. Why did he lurch to his feet?
  5. What keeps warriors moving forward when facing obstacles as those described in this journal entry?