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My Mother Dropped Me Off at Fort MacArthur

June 14, 1943, I received my army serial number - 19203794 - at that time, before returning to complete another semester at Berkeley. The university went on a war schedule in the summer of '43, scheduling three semesters a year. I began my third semester in July 1943 and left the campus after that term.

January 3, 1944, Having been called to duty, my mother drove me the twenty-five miles down to San Pedro and dropped me off near Fort MacArthur, which had been an army training center since World War I.  We were told to bring little more than our toothbrush.

As I walked down the path leading to the front gate of the induction center, I heard someone from a far-off barrack yell, "Hey Jody, they got your ass now!" I was to learn later that every civilian coming into the military was called Jody. It was the name frequently used during the calls-and-responses of marching drills.

It was at Fort MacArthur that I experienced the first segregation of my life. All the Negroes went into one company; everyone else into another.  I was not really surprised because I had heard of the situation from my brother and others. We knew that the U.S. Army was segregated everywhere around the world. Men who had not yet received one were given their serial numbers.  

We were given uniforms, and the Negro soldiers were assigned to segregated barracks of about one hundred men, almost all from Southern California. I was in Company B. There was no interaction with the other barracks; we remained strictly segregated and ate with other Negro recruits. Some of the men were as young as I, but others seemed to have been in the army for a while and were in their mid-thirties. Some were being treated for syphilis or other venereal diseases, and they warned us about the shots we were about to be given. 

I was told that one of the shots for syphilis was administered with a very long needle. We did receive shots soon afterward, but they were for typhoid and tetanus, administered with ordinary needles. Nevertheless, our arms were sore for days afterward.

Dear Readers:  This a journal entry written by World War II Buffalo Soldier, Ivan J. Houston (1925-2020). The words and recollections of Mr. Houston were transcribed, re-written, and edited by Gordon Cohn into their book, BLACK WARRIORS, The Buffalo Soldiers of World War II.  

A documentary film, WITH ONE TIED HAND, The Buffalo Soldiers of World War II was produced by Pacific Film Foundation and released by SHOUT! Factory on December 6, 2022. Our first entry was posted on December 7, 2022 - 81 years after the fact...

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