Paris Goes To War

War came Paris, Texas on December 7, 1941. The Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor and the subsequent declarations of war of the Axis countries of Japan, Germany and Italy against The United States brought World War II literally to the doorsteps of Paris.

The U.S. response to war hit Paris like a tidal wave and the results were everlasting.

This small East Texas town responded as hundreds of small towns across America did. Its sons, daughters and citizens joined the war effort.

But Paris began to develop its own uniqueness with the opening of Camp Maxey just a few miles north of the city limits in 1942. Two major divisions, the 102d Infantry Division and the 99th Infantry Division, trained there. It is estimated that over 200,000 troops and civilians trained and worked at Camp Maxey during its short 4 years of existance.

Camp Maxey was also selected as a site, as were many other training camp sites in Texas, to house German prisoners-of-war. More than 6,000 Germans were hosted there until well after the last shots of anger were fired in Europe in 1945.

Paris, as was the whole country, was like a stirred pot. The young men and women who came to Camp Maxey to train spent their leaves in town. Many of them met, courted, and married local men and women. Likewise, Paris sons and daughters who left were meeting their future spouses. The long historic ties that had held Paris together as a tight community were stretched around the world.

To and from Paris the letters streamed in and out from friends and families: from the battle fronts, from far-away hometowns, from Washington D.C., to Europe, to The Pacific and literally all points of the globe.

Sad news of soldiers being killed, exciting news of the birth of a new baby, common news about town gossip all swirlled around this small town of Paris. Paris was making its contribution to march the country toward victory.

In 1941 Paris Goes To War.


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Tuesday, June 26, 2018

In Memory and Recollections of George Gooding, Trained at Camp Maxey, 776 Field Artillery Battalion



George Gooding, age 93, passed away January 16, 2016 in Bellingham, WA. A lifelong resident of Bellingham, he was born April 21, 1922 to Edward and May Gooding.

George graduated from Meridian High School in 1941. He served in the US Army during WWII in General Patton’s 3rd Army in the European Theater at such places as Normandy, Bastogne, and the Battle of the Bulge. George married his wife of 71 years, Carolyn Bennett, in 1944 in Paris, TX.

His Words-Courtesy of the Bellingham Herald

Drafted in 1943, I reported to Fort Lewis and trained in Camp Maxey, Texas. I was assigned to the 776th Field Artillery Battalion, a 155 mm howitzer unit with three batteries for a total of 12 guns. I was in service battery, about five or six trucks, to supply ammunition for them.

Upon completion of training on Sept. 16, 1944, I boarded a train for the three-day trip to Camp Shanks, N.Y. (aka "Last Stop, USA"). From there, we shipped out for Europe on the RMS Aquitania. Built in Glasgow, Scotland, she was the longest-serving Cunard liner in the 20th century and survived service in both world wars as a troop transport. She was a luxury liner in her day at just under 900 feet long.

After 10 days at sea, we arrived in Gourock, Scotland, on Oct. 5, 1944. We immediately boarded a train, arriving in Southampton, England, the following day. We marched to the docks and boarded an English transport for "destination unknown," heading east across the English Channel.

The "destination unknown" turned out to be Utah Beach, in France. Landing craft came out to take us ashore. Once aboard the landing craft, we had to stand with full packs for two or three hours waiting for the tide to drop far enough to be able to drop the ramp on shore. Needless to say, it didn't help much.

Finally, we got ashore near Montebourg, France, where we slept in the mud in our waterproof (?) tents. Finally, we located an ordinance depot and helped them in exchange for some plywood shipping crates and proceeded to build small huts and double bunks to get out of the mud. We named the city of huts "Camp Crud." Everyone had to be careful of mines and booby traps.

A few days later, 22 of us boarded an LST vessel for the trip back to Southampton to pick up trucks and other equipment. In England, we stayed in pyramid tents set up in a bombed-out area. It was there that I saw an approaching jeep with the 84th Division insignia on the bumper.

Remembering that my older brother, Harvey, was a staff sergeant with the 84th, I flagged it down and learned that Harvey was at the docks waiting to load up. The second lieutenant driving the jeep said "Hop in and I'll run you down."

As he stopped the jeep, about 20 feet away was my brother, walking with a couple other guys. I jumped out and, without saying anything, walked beside him. When he looked around to see who it was, I said "Hi."

You could have knocked him over with a feather!

He took me to meet his first sergeant and a lot of others who wanted to know what it was like in France, etc. We didn't have much time to talk since they were in a rush to get the ship out of the harbor so the next one could move in, but it sure was great to see him.

We did manage to take time for a quick photo. What a chance encounter that was!

Meanwhile, our trucks, howitzers and prime movers were being loaded for the trip back to France. We went up the Seine River to Rouen and unloaded everything, getting ready for combat.

Finally, we were a battalion again, attached to General Patton's 3rd Army most of the time. We also provided supporting artillery fire to other divisions, including firing on the Siegfried Line, the Battle of the Bulge, Bastogne - the worst, very cold, and facing the Tiger Royal tanks didn't help - and across the Rhine River in Germany.

Our great gun crews sure proved themselves, which helped lead to victory.

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