Pershing’s Chief of Staff during World War I, witnessed first hand the Army’s demobilization failures after that earlier war. Marshall, who had served as General John J. Marshall had anticipated this herculean task and charged the Special Planning Division in July 1943 with devising a system to determine which soldiers would occupy Germany, which soldiers would transfer to the Pacific, and which lucky soldiers would be sent home to their families. Since the US Army had a surplus of troops for those two missions, it also had to equitably identify and discharge millions of men who had fought in Europe.
The biggest field army in US history had to transition into an occupation force, and hundreds of thousands of American soldiers in Europe had to redeploy halfway around the world for the expected invasion of Japan. When Germany surrendered to the Allies on May 8, 1945, the US Army suddenly faced an enormous new task.
Maritza’a poetry appears in Milspeak Memo with her permission.Top Image: American Soldiers of the US 9th Army cheer as the SS John Ericsson approaches Pier 84 in the Hudson River at the end of World War II. Her latest book of poetry, A Mother’s War, was written to share her thoughts and feelings during her son’s two tours in Iraq and to make the intensity of war a reality for everyone who reads it. She is also known in the DC poetry community as the founder of the Mariposa weekly poetry series that ran in College Park, MD from 1999 to 2002. Maritza has been writing poetry for over 30 years, published her first collection of poetry, About You, in 1998, has read her work in numerous poetry venues and her work has appeared in literary magazines, anthologies and online publications. Her daughter also served in the US Army and her son in the US Marine Corps. Maritza Rivera Cohen is a Viet Nam Era veteran who served as a Commissioned Officer in the Military Intelligence Branch of the US Army. Like the roadside bomb that took his life Still unseen followed by a shrill whistle (And I will gladly grow old and sleep soundly in his shade). Ancestors have seen him grow from seed to sturdy oak and I will gladly grow old and sleep soundly in his shade. The stars will twinkle in his eyes with my prayers for his safe return.
The moon will keep a watchful eye on my son while he is so far from home. Play video games or iPod tunes pretending. For our sons and daughters who give us purpose and make us so proud.Ībsent: quietly mingle keep to themselves
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