Elmer B. Heath and his twin brother Delmar Ray were born on August 4th 1918. They were the first born children of Scott and Nora Heath and they lived in a small community nestled in the foothills of southwest Virginia near Chilhowie, VA. They were part of a very close knit farming family, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the simple life of that day.

They survived the great depression by raising their own food and were somewhat protected from the evils of the world by the serenity of their family and friends. Through the years, their family increased and eventually included the boys Elmer & Delmar Ray, Roy, Marvin, Cecil and Ernest and the girls Anna James, Hazel and Dorothy. By this time, the country was embarking on the greatest war of all time, but they had no idea of the impact this would have on their family.

In 1939, Elmer married Virginia Jones and in 1941 they were blessed with their 1st child, a daughter, Nancy. While struggling with the war-ravaged economy, he was making their living by whatever was available at the time. In 1943, the 2nd daughter Helen was born. By this time the war had accelerated and his imminent induction into the Army loomed on the horizon.

Like the men of his day Daddy accepted the call in May of 1944 with no complaints, even though his heart remained at home with his family. He was inducted at Fort George Meade, MD and went through his Basic Training at Camp Wheeler in Georgia hoping against hope that the war would end before he had to go across the sea.

When he found that was not to be the case, he shipped out in October 1944, accepting his duty with the bravery and honorable commitment of the men of his day. He most probably sailed to Europe on October 12, 1944 aboard the Queen Mary. Shipping reports of WWII troopships show this as the only transport of replacements in October of that year. He embarked on the Queen Mary in New York and disembarked on October 18, 1944 in Gourock, Scotland.

By the time he arrived in Scotland, the allied advance in Europe had proceeded rapidly. Daddy most probably was taken to Southampton by train and shipped to Le Havre, France on December 11, 1944 aboard the troopship Monrovia. The Monrovia arrived at La Havre December 14, 1944 disembarking many troops for many different Divisions who were only days away from the last major German counter-offensive, the Battle of the Bulge. After arriving in the European Theater Daddy was assigned to Company A, 47th Infantry Regiment, 9th Infantry Division, and was most probably sent to the front immediately when the Germans caught the Allies by surprise on December 16, 1944. This last major German counter-offensive took place in the Belgian forests of the Ardennes.

Through the letters that were saved, we have come to know the softness of our Dad that proved through the test of time to be so strong. In his letters home Daddy was more concerned about his brothers than he was of himself. His three brothers were serving in the war at the same time. Marvin was in the Pacific Campaign and Delmar and Roy were in the European Campaign. Even though he hoped against hope that he would be able to see Delmar and Roy that did not happen. Delmar Ray, Roy and Marvin all made it back home safely.

From mid-December through January 1945, the 9th Division held defensive positions from Kalterherberg to Elsenborn. From there, on January 30, 1945 the Division jumped off from Monschau in a drive across the Roer and to the Rhine, crossing at Remagen on March 7, 1945. The famous Ludendorff Bridge at Remagen had been taken intact by the 9th Armored Division and a bridgehead was quickly established. The following objective of the Division was breaking out of the Remagen bridgehead and sealing and clearing the Ruhr Pocket. On March 7, 1945, Daddyâs unit was ordered to the Ludendorff Bridge over the Rhine. Early on March 8th, the 2nd Battalion, 47th Infantry Regiment arrived and immediately crossed the river. These units passed through Orsberg and attacked toward Bruchhausen where eventually all resistance was overcome. It was during this fierce battle that Daddy and many other brave soldiers lost their lives.

Daddy was killed in action at 1500 hrs on March 9th, 1945 in Bruchhausen Germany, which is a small town just on the other side of the Ludendorff Bridge near Remagen. History relates that this battle was one of the most important for the Allied Forces in accomplishing their mission to defeat the Germans. During the war, the forests surrounding Bruchhausen were used by the Germans to launch the V-1. Daddy and the others gave their lives, but they silenced this weapon of terror.

Our Mother was notified of Daddyâs death on March 21st 1945, which was 11 days after he fell. At that time we were 3 ¸ years and 17 months old. We have learned through a letter to our mother dated 8 October 1945 that Daddy was buried on March 14, 1945 in a temporary grave at Henri-Chapelle in Plot D-4, Row 5, Grave 93. Our mother received a second letter dated 27 September 1948 notifying her of his permanent burial at Henri-Chapelle in Plot D, Row 12, Grave 40.

We grew up in the small rural community of Chilhowie, VA and later moved to Marion, VA. We were taught to respect and love the father we had never known, and who was always our Hero. Our mother gave us the greatest gift she possibly could by keeping us in constant contact with our grandparents and with our aunts and uncles. We, and our families, have experienced the love and companionship of our father through his family. That is truly a gift that cannot be measured and will live on through generations.

Mother departed this life on April 20th, 2000 after devoting her entire life to us, her girls, and keeping the memory of our father alive for us. She never remarried. We are now blessed with the next generation of 7 grandchildren and 15 great grandchildren who share in the mission of forever keeping the memory of our fallen hero alive.

Although we cannot remember him, we feel in our hearts that we know him, and we miss him and love him.