and Bronze Star
Medal Citations for
Courtesy of Stephen Murphy
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Letter from Patrick Sheahan to Frank O'Connor,
published in the Irish Echo (NY)
November 17, 1951
By FRANK O'CONNOR, B.A., L.L.B.
I received your letter sometime ago and was glad to hear from you and glad to hear that there are many attending your night classes.
You said that you would send me the Irish Echo or anything I need, but there isn't anything I need, or at least there is nothing I could use over here now. My sister has been sending me the Irish Echo since I came here, but a good many times I never get to read it, especially if we are attacking, but still I have been keeping up with all the news in New York even if it's a bit late before I get to hear it.
By the way I haven't heard yet what the result of the replay of that game between Kerry and Mayo was. Croke Park September 9. Replay Mayo 2-4 Kerry 1-5 I hope Kerry won.
Wouldn't it be nice if Kerry was in for the All-Ireland and won it again this year. [Editor's Note: That was not to be; Mayo beat Meath to retain the football title.] I hope to see the AllIreland final next year, P.G. I am due for discharge June 17th '52 so I hope to see Newtown Sandes very soon after that.
I will be here six months on September 28th and expected to go home on rotation then, but they are coming out with a new rotation plan now which will make us all serve at least ten months over here so none of us are too pleased with it.
None of the GI's are a bit pleased with what Truman, the Government, or the U.N. are doing for us. I think they could do a lot better and a lot of us think that the U.N. didn't want peace at all, it certainly looks like it over here.
We are near Chonwon now and it is quite here, but we have a lot of patrols. I got hit with a little shrapnel some time ago, but it wasn't much. I was back with my outfit again in a few days. It is easy to get stripes over here but as you know, rank doesn't mean much here. I am an Assistant Squad Leader in a rifle squad and I was made a corporal a couple of weeks ago.
There is no other Irish man in my company -- in fact there hardly any Irish in this Battalion but there is a whole lot of Irish scattered in different outfits.
The weather is pretty good now but the nights are cold already; they will surely be bad a couple of months from now. I hope to hear from you soon again and hope the crowd continues to attend your classes and get their High School Diplomas.
Patrick Sheahan was born on March 3rd, 1928 in Newtown, Sandes, Co. Kerry. He attended Murhur National School from 1934 to 1942 were he reached the 7th standard. He came to the United States on May 31st, 1948. He attended my classes from January 16th to May, 1950, obtained his High School Diploma and was called in the army.
He was killed instantly on Cot. 4, 1951 by enemy fire. I received his letter the day he died. He received this citation:
"On June 8, 1951, near Sam Ywie, Korea, Company "A" was engaged in the assault upon Hill 736 when it was suddenly subjected to heavy enemy machine gun fire which cut off four men from their unit, wounding two of them before they could reach a place of cover. Private Sheahan, seeing his comrades fall, stopped to carry them, one at a time, to a position of safety and then remained with them while another went to locate a medical aid man. At this point a large enemy force commenced to assault his position, but he stood fast, firing into the attack with his rifle until his platoon broke through to rout the foe. Private Sheehan's unwavering heroism and determination were instrumental in saving the lives of two fellow soldiers and reflect great credit upon himself and the militar6y service. Entered the military service from the State of New York. Received the Bronze Star Medal.
'Cross mysterious Asia
where you lie,
Over mountain peaks where cold winds sigh
The Cuchulain colssus ever stands
Bringing you back to your Newtown Sandes'
-- Frank O'Connor
See also the citation above for the Silver Star in the action in which he lost his life . . .