Early last Wednesday morning before light, Knox and I left the warmth of our beds and drove toward town. It was raining and cool, not quite cold, but very wet.
We drove through Toccoa, not meeting much traffic. People were just getting up and ready for the day. We were heading for Currahee Mountain.
As mountains go, Currahee is not too tall. It's name is a Cherokee name meaning "stands alone". It is on the southern most end of the Appalachian Mountains and truly stands alone as the Georgia Piedmont rolling, flat hills back up to it.
As we approached Currahee, the peak couldn't be seen. There was a halo of fog and rain that encircled the infamous peak. But we were undaunted. We were on our way to see the special event that was about to take place on that mountain.
When we came to the muddy forest road that lead to the top of Currahee, we saw what had brought us out on this wet, rainy morning...
Paratroopers
The 506th Airborne Infantry Regiment
We drove through Toccoa, not meeting much traffic. People were just getting up and ready for the day. We were heading for Currahee Mountain.
As mountains go, Currahee is not too tall. It's name is a Cherokee name meaning "stands alone". It is on the southern most end of the Appalachian Mountains and truly stands alone as the Georgia Piedmont rolling, flat hills back up to it.
As we approached Currahee, the peak couldn't be seen. There was a halo of fog and rain that encircled the infamous peak. But we were undaunted. We were on our way to see the special event that was about to take place on that mountain.
When we came to the muddy forest road that lead to the top of Currahee, we saw what had brought us out on this wet, rainy morning...
Paratroopers
The 506th Airborne Infantry Regiment
750 men and women standing outside 18 charter buses warming up and getting ready to run a mountain that had trained 20,000 men during WWII!
This was something that had not been seen for almost 70 years!
These men and women had just returned from Afghanistan. They came to pay tribute to the men that had started their regiment. The men that had ran Currahee Mountain every day, twice or sometimes three times a day as they prepared for the invasion of France.
It was a solemn tribute.
These men and women were joined by a man double their ages. He too came to run the mountain. He ran the mountain in tribute to not only all the men who trained at Camp Toccoa but in tribute to one special man, Sgt Robert "Popeye" Wynn. Wynn was his father-in-law, but as Carl Lowry said he was more like a father to him. Carl came from Virginia and joined these men and women on this cold, wet fall morning and ran, 3 miles up, 3 miles down. (Carl was also raising funds for the Currahee Military Muesum that pays tribute to the contributions of the men who trained at Camp Toccoa.)
This is not a paved road. (Click here to see a video that shows the drive up the mountain.) The night before we had had over 1" of rain. It was still raining. That meant that it was going to wet and muddy--bad muddy!
We watched, in the pitch dark, as the first group and Carl left the staging area
and headed up the mountain.
As they started up the hill, we heard the cry. The cry that had not been heard in nearly 70 years by this mountain. A cry that has led many men and women in battle and from the comfort of airplanes. The cry...
Currahee!!
We all had lumps in our throats. It was this cry that so many had yelled as they went into battle never to cry again. It was this cry that these men and women yelled as they paid tribute to not only the ones that had run on this red, muddy, dirt road years before, but for the ones that would never be able to run this road again.
As the light filtered through the clouds, we watched as more of the 506th marched in their formations up the red mud road.
Then we saw a group coming down!
It was the first group that had left. I got out my video camera and started filming. It's what you hear in the video that tells you about scrifice. Listen closely...over the marching chats, you will hear the sloshing of shoes and mud.
We unfornately had to leave before they all came down off the mountain. As we left for school, I asked Knox if he was glad we came.
He looked at me and said, "We got to see history today, didn't we?"
I said, "Yes we did!"
I haven't been able to get those pictures out of my mind. They are pictures that bring home the fact that there are others in this world who are placing themselves in harms way for me and my family to be able to watch history happen.
It is the footsteps of these men and women that I want to see time and time again climbing this and other mountains to keep my family and myself free!
May we forever here the cry...
Currahee!!
If you would like a little more history on Camp Toccoa, click here for another article I wrote about the men who trained here. I also recommend watching the HBO mini-series Band of Brothers. But remember that none of the footage you see of the men running Currahee was filmed on Currahee Mountain!
