Howard Wesley “Doc Mac” McCoy

 

 

 

Date of Birth 28 August 1930
Date Entered

25 July 1950

Date Discharged 24 May 1955
Years Served 5
Reserve Guard Dates  
Highest Rank HM2

 

 

I was born:

28 August 1930 in Bellevue, Kentucky

 

I joined the Navy:

Cincinnati, Ohio on: 30 July 1950

 

I was Medically Discharged (for Korean War wounds) on:

25 May 1955.

 

At the time of my discharge, I was:

Hospital Corpsman 2nd Class Petty Officer (HM2).

I served on-line with Easy 2/7 and then I served with Baker Medical Company Hospital.

 

Medal and Ribbons “I earned” while in the Navy were:

2 Purple Hearts, Combat Action Ribbon, Navy Presidential Unit Citation, Navy Good Conduct Medal, National Defense Service Medal, Korean Service Medal, with 3 Service Stars & the Combat Operations Insignia, Navy/Marine Overseas Service Ribbon, Korean Presidential Unit Citation, United Nations Service Medal, 50th Anniversary Korean War Medal

 

Other than my combat experiences, the thing I remember most about Korea happened one day when I was working in the Battalion Aide Station.  The Surgeon and myself had just finished caring for two wounded Marines, and I was busy cleaning everything up for the next wounded Marines that I am sure … were soon to arrive.

 

I was working with my back to the door, and I heard this strong voice talking to me.  “Got any coffee Doc?”  I immediately turn around and came to attention, for standing in the door of my Battalion Aide Station was the one and only … “Chesty Puller”.

 

I got him a cup of coffee and he then said: “This coffee sure would taste great with ‘something’ in it.”  I gave him two small bottles of ‘medicinal’ brandy, and he was delighted.  He then said, “You know what would really make this coffee & brandy taste great ?”  I asked him: “What?”  He told me that he had not had a good cigar for several weeks.  I reached into my private stash and gave him six of my own cigars.  I honestly believe that he was so happy that he would have made me “a lieutenant” if I had asked him.   Ha-Ha.

 

You might find the following article interesting, so I am enclosing it to you.  O.K. ???

I was asked to write it several years ago.  I am not a poet, so please bear with me.

This was my first and last attempt at writing poetry … I promise.

 

“The Saga Of .. Doc Mac”

(OR … How I Earned My First Purple Heart)

 

Six weeks out of high school .. into the Navy he did go;

Korea was right around the corner .. his courage he was to show.

Left behind Mom, Dad, and his girl.

The trip across country was a big whirl.

 

Arrived in San Diego … Boot Camp to attend.

A hard 8 weeks … but then his body was on mend.

A Chief promised him a thick & soft bed …

If Hospital Corpsman School .. he would wed.

 

16 weeks later .. a Corpsman he was …

Complete with scissors, thermometer, and gauze.

Got into a mess with the Head Nurse …

Over his head there hung a curse.

 

The Chief said to Doc Mac … “Out of here !!”

He packed his bags and was on the Northbound  Bus with fear.

Arrived at Camp Pendleton … a Marine to become.

Left behind … a Young Nurse who was lots of fun.

 

Trained with Marines who were …  “The Best”.

Left the Navy behind … with the rest.

Into a truck and onto a ship.

Across the Pacific  … was a big up & down trip.

 

Arrived in Korea … and back onto a train.

On the ride North from Pusan … saw a lot of shot-up terrain.

Two days of Indoctrination … and then onto “The Line”.

By this time … Doc Mac began to count time.

 

With just had 13 months to go …

He did what he was taught to know.

Got his Helmet, Aid Pack, and Gun.

This was beginning to not look like fun.

 

 

 

Got a Jeep ride to the Front Line.

Sergeant told him everything would be fine.

Just keep your head down and your job you will do.

13 months later … his buddies had shriveled quite “a few”.

 

On patrol that very first night …

Gave Doc Mac … a very big fright.

By the next morn …

He was weary and worn.

 

Patched up his Marine Buddies …

While out in the Rice Paddy muddies.

Got a few hours sleep … then debriefing was begun;

Once again he decided it was not fun.

 

Three nights later … it was his turn again …

To go on patrol … his life to lose or to win.

Saw more action … lost a few friends.

Began to loose track of  their faces every now and thens.

 

The battle got worse … more buddies he lost.

The Marines would win … no matter the cost.

He’s now in Korea … 8 weeks …

An appointment with Death … he almost keeps.

 

Sole Survivor of the Out Post he is …

All the others … to God … they are His.

36 hours later … he opens his eyes.

Where are my Buddies ? … he cries !

 

They are all gone … where all Good Marines go.

Most are up in Heaven … having a cup of Joe.

Covered with pain from head to his toes …

He gets up out of bed … and back up on The Line … he goes.

 

The Doctor is mad as Hell !!!

Says Doc Mac will stop another shell.

With a huge bandage on his skull fracture …

His Helmet will not fit a fraction.

 

He took out the Liner …

Wished he was in a San Diego Diner.

Hailed a Jeep and hitched a ride …

He was going back to be with “The Pride”.

 

254 more Young Marines … are alive !!!

Because Doc Mac gave them a chance … death to deprive.

But .. it cost Doc Mac a lot …

90% of his hearing … is now just a blot.

 

22 years later … he got his Purple Heart.

Asked if he would ever again take part …

Doc Mac would always say … YES … for the Marines are his kin.

If ever there is another chance … again … Doc Mac would win !!!

 

It’s been a long time coming,

But Doc Mac now has Old Age.

Something his Buddies could never attain.

He now remembers … those nights of battle … over & over again.

 

The faces are there … but all with a stare.

Doc Mac could have been there instead of here,

But The Man upstairs … had for Doc Mac … plans,

To help carry on the McCoy name in the McCoy Clans.

 

An “original” poem by:

 

Doc Mac McCoy

14 March 1997

 

After my Medical Discharge from the Navy, “I tried” going to Electronic Technicians School … twice … but “flunked-out” both times, mainly because of my 90% loss of hearing in both ears.

 

Then, I moved my wife, myself, and our 18 month old son to San Francisco.  I took a very competitive Federal Civil Service Examination along with 503 other Veterans of the Korean War.  Because of my 10-point Disabled Veteran’s Preference, I came-in “4th” out of that 504 Korean Vets who took that Examination.  I have always thought it was O.K. to be that high on the ladder, because I was nothing more than a Hill-Billy kid from Kentucky.

The next 4-years were involved with becoming a Journeyman Electrician.

I graduated in 1962.  It has been a nice way to support my family.

 

Currently, I am active in several Veterans Organizations, of which I am a LIFE Member in each.  They are the Disabled American Veterans, the Military Order of the Purple Heart, the Marine Corps League, and the First Marine Division Association.  I am proud being a member of each and every one of them.

 

I am on my second marriage, as my first wife died.  Together we had two sons and a daughter.  My 2nd born son is a Master Sergeant in the Air Force. I am very happy with my 2nd wife of the past twenty years.  She had before me, two very fine sons, both of which consider me to be their friend and step-dad.  We have one grand daughter and five grand sons.  This past summer, our grand daughter presented us with our 1st great-grand daughter.

I consider myself to be very lucky and very happy with a family such as this.

 

For hobbies, I just love to cook and bake.  I have written and passed out to our family members and close friends FOUR cookbooks which I have written, assembled, and printed.  They all are most impressive.

 

I am also a computer freak.  Many a day I spend 6 or 8 hours working on my computer.  It is a great way to spend my time and it also takes my mind away from the pain that I have most of the time.  On my computer, I also do a lot of Family Genealogy work.  My grandfather was “a shooter” during the infamous “Hatfield & McCoy Feud” so I have done lots of research on both of these families.

 

During the mid-70s, I “tried” going to college, but it really was not for me.  I only went 2 ½ years.  I never did graduate, as I did not feel it was that important, as at that time, I was usually the oldest in my class, at 43 years old.

 

Hope you get some enjoyment out of this, as it is just about all there is !!!

Unit Operations

 

Awards/Badges

2 Purple Hearts, Combat Action Ribbon, Navy Presidential Unit Citation, Navy Good Conduct Medal, National Defense Service Medal, Korean Service Medal, with 3 Service Stars & the Combat Operations Insignia, Navy/Marine Overseas Service Ribbon, Korean Presidential Unit Citation, United Nations Service Medal, 50th Anniversary Korean War Medal

Current Address

Howard W. (Doc Mac) McCoy

1935 West Hampton Dr.

Hanford, CA. 93230

(559)  585-7489

docmac1@cvip.net

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