There’s really not much else to say. I couldn’t leave it unshared.
I had no idea men like this actually existed.
Llewellyn Morris Chilson was awarded over a dozen combat decorations for service in World War II, including 3 purple hearts.
Here is the citation for one of his Distinguished Service Cross:
…When the enemy opened up with 20-mm. guns on the company’s positions shortly after entering the town of Meilenholen, Germany, Sergeant Chilson quickly observed their positions and moved a jeep, armed with a machine gun, to the middle of the street and opened fire. In the ensuing action, he personally knocked out two flak guns, one 88-mm. gun, rendered another 88-mm. useless by knocking out it’s crew and killed approximately 40 enemy riflemen. When our reconnaissance troops advanced to take the town of Zell, they were halted by 20-mm. flak fire. Sergeant Chilson quickly mounted a motorcycle, abandoned by the enemy and riding in front of the reconnaissance troop located six more 20-mm. guns. One flak gun opened fire on him from a distance of about 50 yards and his motorcycle was shot from under him. He hit the dirt, rolled over, jumped to his feet, and ran directly towards the gun position and threw a grenade. This action killed three members of the enemy crew and knocked out the gun. Returning to the lead tank, he directed their fire upon the remaining five flak guns which were subsequently destroyed.
Sergeant Chilson has always been an inspiration to the men of his company and his intrepid actions, personal bravery and zealous devotion to duty exemplify the highest traditions of the military forces of the United States and reflect great credit upon himself, the 45th Infantry Division, and the United States Army.
Had I not thoroughly researched Sgt. Chilson, I would’ve thought that this kind of heroism was surely a piece of fiction. Motorcycles, grenades, 40 enemy men killed single-handed!
Let’s look at another one of his citations:
…While engaged in taking the town of Neuberg, Germany, Sergeant Chilson and his platoon were halted by intense automatic weapons fire coming from a second story apartment house. Realizing that unless the enemy was knocked out immediately a large number of casualties would be inflicted upon his platoon, Sergeant Chilson, with complete disreguard for his own safety, rushed across the fire-swept street and into the house. Racing up the stairs to the second floor, he tossed a high explosive grenade into the room killing two members of the enemy machine gun crew and capturing eight. He then called his platoon forward and they occupied the building without a casualty. Later, as one of his squads was moving into the next house, they were halted by automatic rifle fire which came from a courtyard. Again Sergeant Chilson came forward, and tossing a white phosphorous grenade into the courtyard, assaulted the enemy position. Firing his carbine with his left hand after being wounded in the right arm by an enemy bullet, he killed two of the enemy and captured a third. His daring and utter disregard for his own personal safety is worthy of the highest praise and is a credit to himself and the armed forces.”
I’m quite grateful for men like Llewellyn Chilson, who were willing to sacrifice so much in the pursuit of freedom, and in the protection of his fellow soldiers, friends, and brothers. Thanks for setting the bar high.
We needed to pay a visit to Walmart this evening, but we’d already done plenty of shopping, so my wife went in while I stayed with the kids in the car. Like many other men, I decided to circle the Walmart parking lot. You know, drive circles around the building, dodge other cars, that kind of thing.
I was doing slow, monotonous round trips around the side of the building when something caught my eye: merchandise being slipped through the steel grates of the garden center onto the ground below. I stopped the car and continued to watch as item after item was set on the ground. All in all there was probably over 10 items there. It took only a moment to realize what was going on.
I immediately backed up the car and drove to the Walmart automotive center, maybe 50 yards away and around a couple of corners. I called into the shop and let them know what I’d seen. One of the automotive guys, we’ll call him Russell (Names have been changed) ran to a phone to let their loss prevention department know.
I went back to my car and parked a distance away to watch the rest of the story unfold. About 5 minutes later, a woman in a blue coat came out of the store with an empty basket, and immediately rounded the corner towards the merchandise now sitting on the sidewalk.
Unfortunately, Russell had hidden himself behind the corner, periodically peaking to see if his culprit would show up. She spotted him, immediately ditched her cart and did a brisk walk into the parking lot. I made eye contact with her, and she must’ve known I’d been watching because she immediately changed directions and began to zig-zag through the parking lot.
To make what could be an awesome part of this story shorter, I’ll simplify: I watched her about 15 minutes as she went throughout the parking lot, adjoining smoke shop, and Wendy’s restaurant before finally being picked up by a car. I was unable to get the license plate of her pick up because my view was temporarily obscured and I couldn’t see where she’d gone.
I went into the Walmart to see what they had recovered. Russell told me they’d recovered over $500 bucks worth of stuff, told me I was awesome, and said thanks. I accepted the gratitude and went on my way. On my way out, I decided to check out where she’d been dumping stuff.
I checked things out in the garden center and peeked out of the tarp to see how easy it was to slip stuff out of there. That’s when I noticed a ton of other stuff still sitting there after loss prevention had cleaned up everything on the sidewalk! This stuff was still outside the building, but stuck between a metal divider and the sidewalk, so you couldn’t see it from the outside of the building unless you knew where to look.
I went and told Russell what I’d found. He said
“Man that is awesome! You need to stick around so we can see if we can get you a gift card or something!”
I told him it was a nice gesture but it wasn’t necessary. “No way! Just stick around for a minute!”. I agreed. As Russell and another manager went and retrieved the additional merchandise, they found another $100.00+ worth of stuff! Unfortunately, it was getting late and they couldn’t find another manager to approve any sort of ‘Thank you’, so Russell said “hey man, give me your name and phone number and I’ll call you and let you know what we can do”.
I told Russell I was just happy doing the right thing and they didn’t need to do anything. He asked me if I was sure and I told him I was, and wished him a Merry Christmas.
The nail in coffin for me was the hanging around – I was just kind of “waiting” for my reward while they added up stuff and got permission from their management. So by the time they asked for my phone number it just felt odd accepting a reward for doing the right thing.
What do you think? I saved Walmart $500-600 worth of merchandise tonight, followed the would-be shoplifter around attempting to identify her, and spent time with them sewing up loose ends.
Should I have let Wal-Mart reward me for stopping a shoplifter?
I’m always impressed by literate U.S. citizens who vocalize their opposition to immigrants based on their ability to speak English. After an intense 10 minute search on reasonstohate.com, I bring you the following gems from enlightened citizens of the United States.
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