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They Don’t Make Them Like That Anymore

When I was writing my post from yesterday, Suburbia, I mentioned my family from Crooksville, Ohio. Crooksville was once home to Hull Pottery and my mother’s family were part of the Hull clan from that area. On the wikipedia page for Crooksville is a list of a whole two famous people from the town and one of those is a guy named Ronald E. Rosser….

(U.S. Army photo by Tommy Gilligan/USMA PAO)

He looks like he could be part of my family. Born in 1929 and dying in 2020, Rosser was awarded the Medal of Honor in Korea, having joined the Army in 1946 but then re-enlisting in 1951 to avenge the death of his brother in Korea, specifically requesting a combat assignment and serving in a mortar company of the 38th Infantry Regiment, 2nd Infantry Division. Here is the citation for his Medal of Honor while serving in Korea….

Cpl. Rosser, distinguished himself by conspicuous gallantry above and beyond the call of duty. While assaulting heavily fortified enemy hill positions, Company L, 38th Infantry Regiment, was stopped by fierce automatic-weapons, small-arms, artillery, and mortar fire. Cpl. Rosser, a forward observer, was with the lead platoon of Company L when it came under fire from 2 directions. Cpl. Rosser turned his radio over to his assistant and, disregarding the enemy fire, charged the enemy positions armed with only carbine and a grenade. At the first bunker, he silenced its occupants with a burst from his weapon. Gaining the top of the hill, he killed 2 enemy soldiers, and then went down the trench, killing 5 more as he advanced. He then hurled his grenade into a bunker and shot 2 other soldiers as they emerged. Having exhausted his ammunition, he returned through the enemy fire to obtain more ammunition and grenades and charged the hill once more. Calling on others to follow him, he assaulted 2 more enemy bunkers. Although those who attempted to join him became casualties, Cpl. Rosser once again exhausted his ammunition, obtained a new supply, and returning to the hilltop a third time hurled grenades into the enemy positions. During this heroic action Cpl. Rosser single-handedly killed at least 13 of the enemy. After exhausting his ammunition he accompanied the withdrawing platoon, and though himself wounded, made several trips across open terrain still under enemy fire to help remove other men injured more seriously than himself. This outstanding soldier’s courageous and selfless devotion to duty is worthy of emulation by all men. He has contributed magnificently to the high traditions of the military service.

I loved this part:

On September 20, 1966, another of Rosser’s brothers, PFC Gary Edward Rosser, USMC, was killed in action, this time in the Vietnam War. He requested a combat assignment in Vietnam but was rejected and retired from the army soon after.

Not content with winning the Medal of Honor in Korea, he wanted to go back into combat in Vietnam at the age of 37 to kill some VC after his brother was killed in action.

JFC. I feel bad for the guy, it must have been hard for him to get along in life having to carry his enormous brass balls around in a wheelbarrow. Hells bells, he is in his 80s in the picture above and using a cane to walk and he still looks like he could kick the shit out of most young punks.

Ronald Rosser was just some kid from a tiny town in Ohio, the oldest of 17 children. He delivered mail for around 30 years and I doubt many of the people he delivered letters to had any clue that the dude was a stone cold killer.

Those are the kind of men who made America feared. I wonder what Ronald Rosser would say about the modern American Army? I can probably guess.


  1. Harbinger

    I read yesterday that the army had somehow managed to reach its recruiting numbers in the current cycle. That could be glowingly optimistic, or even total bullshit, especially if they lowered their expectations so far that a trickle of new recruits filled the bill. But even so, who in their right mind is signing up today? There is no bonus large enough to make me consider a ‘career’ in the woke, anti-White madhouse that is today’s military if I were still that age.

  2. saoirse

    I’m sure he was unapologetically proud of what he did but became progressively disillusioned as he grew older. I would commend him highly for his bravery and spirit but not for blindly jumping into every bullshit war that came his way!
    There’s a saying: “Patriots will do anything for their country but think”. It applies here.

    My uncle was in WW2 – North Africa, Italy, D-Day and the Bulge. Purple Heart, Silver Star. His disillusionment started after he met the Russians at the Elbe. He and many others were of like mind with Patton. He resigned soon after (rank of Major) and would never discuss that war with anyone. He supported his son (my cousin) when he refused to be drafted into the Vietnam boondoggle. When he found out I had enrolled in Army ROTC he promptly called my mother (his sister) and told her to to tell me to “get the hell out of that circus now or don’t talk to me again”. I obliged, having instant regret about being there after my first week anyway. He later told me that the U.S. never met a war it didn’t like and wasted hundreds of thousands of lives for nothing. He sent me Smedley Butler’s “War Is A Racket” and Dalton Trumbo’s “Johnny Got His Gun” soon after. They should be required reading for all boys, starting in middle school, but this will never happen. He watched 9-11, aghast at what he knew was a subterfuge into another war. He died two years later. His kids, full of moronic patriotism, had him buried with full military honors. He didn’t want that. I quit talking to all of them.

    • Anon

      Yes. All that heroism in Sido’s post wasted for a government that hated him.
      I was dumb enough to spend a few years in, broke and shit economy (though not like that got any better, just papered over). I tell Whites not to join. The rest are already enemies.

      • SirLawrence

        I suppose many men have had the shine fade on the empires they served if they lived long enough but at least his generation got to harvest some of the gains, however thin and papered over.

        My brothers and many friends from HS went into armed forces and for the very few who weren’t quickly disillusioned they all now have to sit back and watch their future and their children’s future be sold from out from under them while still in the peak of their own lives. Papa got a 21 gun salute. They are gonna get guatamalan grave robbers.

        GenX was cynical before all this shit show started unfolding. The forever goat wars and the disaster that has become the unwinding and humiliating exit has seared a new kind of hatred for the empire. Sadly, like so many of these vestiges of who we thought we were and who we thought we were ‘serving’ is a complete mockery but also a feature in terms of the awakening.

        My brothers are like you and hammer on young whites not to join or to get out ASAP. The saddest part is how many are still sending their boys. I overheard some folks making small talk on a flight and the whole row was going on about all their kids in dotmil. Even a couple girls. The ‘money for college’ schtick still sells. Shameful.

        • Anon

          >money for college
          Disgusting, isn’t it?
          Rob kids of opportunities, suggest military as a way out, give them the chance to get a degree they made worthless with watering it down for all the nonwhites while inflating its cost with government-backed loans. The pay, housing, etc are also terrible and junior enlisted are often on food stamps for fuck’s sake, no matter how intelligent or skilled they need to be for a specialty while nogs, beans, dykes, etc. get promoted over the skilled and smart and all of this is oriented towards some smallhat war or another.
          I learned a thing or two but totally not worth it.

  3. Bean Dip Tray

    At least they don’t get to see the abomination that is AINO.
    I have a beloved American bloodline of Scots/Irish, Italian/Sicilian.
    No one was in La Cosa Nostra or IRA that we know of but I do loves me some fighting. No tattoos but plenty of scars.
    Still have grampaw’s dogtags, B+W photo of him in smashing USMC uniform with tie and boot coverings that he didn’t care for, they were used in European Theater.
    Just read about comrade commissar Mayorkas of Das Heimat Schutze busted in illegal vote scheme in Mexico.
    How will the feckless loser Grand Old Politburo play it when they drop the ball again on the peach mints?

  4. Stilicho

    I met Rosser a few years ago. Absolute badass and quite a character in other ways. Went through five wives, but was still looking for number six.

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