This is another tribute to one of my ancestors that fought in a foreign war. This was written by his mother, Ellen Maria Ownes Englestead.
While attending school there (Arizona State Teachers College, on a scholarship) he joined the National Guards to help pay for his schooling. The National Guards were the first to be called into training and were sent to Louisiana for three weeks.
He came home for a while on September 15,1940. he was inducted and sent to For. Sill, Oklahoma for a years training. During this time a change was made in the service requirements and he had to stay for 18 more months instead of one year. he only had one 10-day furlough in all the time he spent in the service. He spent some time at Camp Barkley, Texas, then war was declared and in January 1942 he was sent to New Orleans and later to Panama Canal.
In January 1943 he was shipped to Australia and also spent some time in New Britain, but returned to new Guinea, where he spent several months in the jungle.
Karl was killed in action on the beach head at Sarmia, in new Guinea, May 24, 1944. His remains were shipped to Panguitch, utah on July 6, 1948. Memorial services were held for Sgt. Karl Englestead June 14, 1944. Graveside services were held for him July 7, 1948.
The following was a tribute written to Karl by Ellen Bruehn
In his home town the news sadly spread,
Kalr in the foreign land was dead.
The crowds congregated, their numbers increased
Telling of the virtues of the lad now deceased.
They remembered his figure, athlete and trim
His shy general manner, and the kindness of him.
How strong he was, bestowing each day
Little kind acts along his way.
They remembered his playing, his basketball games fair,
His religion was part of his life everywhere.
Sincere and honest, upright and true,
Twas only on way Karl Englestead knew.
Staff sergeant of Company ‘I’ was he,
In the 108th Infantry
We are sure each soldier of the company
was sure to be a buddy to a lad such as he
War was not one of his choosing,
he loved peace, firesides and fun.
Sitll, we are sure no soldier ever marched
or shouldered a gun.
He’s done with the jungles and the snipers,
He’s given his all to his call.
A hero gone home for his rating,
To the Father, and master of all.