The Strength of Courage

Author Alfred J. Dansbury Sr. takes us on this incredible journey about a young African American soldier who nearly meets his fate honoring his country in World War II on the battlefields of Europe and Africa. Yet, he demonstrates his resilience when he discovers the strength in his faith and presses to see his loved ones once again. After uncovering a hurtful truth in his family, he decides to volunteer a second time and fight in the Korean War in 1950.

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Author Alfred J. Dansbury Sr. takes us on this incredible journey about a young African American soldier who nearly meets his fate honoring his country in World War II on the battlefields of Europe and Africa. Yet, he demonstrates his resilience when he discovers the strength in his faith and presses to see his loved ones once again. After uncovering a hurtful truth in his family, he decides to volunteer a second time and fight in the Korean War in 1950. In his venture, this young soldier is captured by the enemy and deemed as a prisoner of war, his sheer will to survive and love for his family allows him to live through the unimaginable and return home to tell his story and raise a family.

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The author Alfred J. Dansbury, Sr. is a retired community college writing instructor. He also worked for the City of Camden, New Jersey Department of Planning and Development for twenty-seven years and the City of Camden Finance Department for ten years. He has been a licensed real estate agent in New Jersey since 1991. He earned an M.B.A. from Easten University in Pennsylvania, a bachelor's degree in English/Journalism from Rutgers University, a M.A. in Education from Central Michigan University, and a M.A. in Writing from Rowan University.

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David’s truck convoy was almost at the camp now turning down the last stretch of highway. The roaring engines whined, descending quickly, then machine gunfire and bullets ripped up the surface of the roadway in front of him. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! His heart filled with terror. Instinctively swerving back and forth, he drove off the road into a field. The staccato of machine gunfire continued; screeching brakes and the sound of steel ripping, trucks crashing, and horrific screams filled the night air. The air laden with the heavy smell of gasoline, he pushed open the door of his truck and jumped out; a loud explosion filled the air, boom! A ball of orange flames knocked him to the ground. Getting up, he looked around and saw all of their trucks on their sides, bodies scattered, twisted, and lying in the field. All of the trucks were out of commission and burning with massive flames leaping from them.
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David was still squeezing the artery in Walt Bender’s neck as several ambulances arrived and got him and the other injured soldiers to the hospital. Two of the guys died from their injuries. A few days later, he went to visit Walt in the hospital. He had tubes running in and out of him everywhere. Bandages covered almost his entire head and neck area. He couldn’t talk because of his injuries but was able to raise a hand and point at David. An expression of deep gratitude emanated from his tearing eyes. Reaching for his hand, David asked him,

“Hey private, how are you feeling? You sure look a lot better than you did a few days ago. Don’t worry about anything okay. Just get better because you’ve got a long trip to make soon. You know you’re going stateside, don’t you? You just won yourself a ticket home, buddy.”
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David reached out, took the man’s hand, bent down and began to pray for him. A flash of light beamed before his eyes; then sudden blackness. David had no sense of life, death or time or space. There was no sky, no wind, no day or night, no sound, only silence.

A foxhole about thirty yards from David’s took a direct hit from a Korean tank shell. The fiery explosion ripped through several other foxholes, killing all inside and creating a huge crater. The force of the blast had thrown parts of bodies, rock, and soil onto it and collapsed David’s foxhole on top of him and Private Bates. Unconscious, he lay buried as the North Korean forces overran the U.S. encampment.
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