Dave Schreiner, from Lancaster,
Wisconsin, was the Badgers' two-time All-American end. Above, he accepts the Chicago Tribune Silver Football as the 1942 Big
Ten Conference MVP. That's Badgers coach Harry Stuhldreher, the former Notre Dame Four Horseman quarterback, watching.
As the Okinawa campaign continued, the men of A Company grew even fonder of Dave Schreiner.
“We were not foxhole buddies or anything like that,” recalled Private First Class Ed Liguori. “He was my lieutenant. He knew me as Eddie.
They all called me Eddie. One day, we had gone
two, two and a half days without food or water.
There were a few cans of cheese, but we didn’t have much water. He disappeared. An hour later, he comes back up the hill where we were in our foxholes, and he had a box on his shoulder. In it were extra large cans of grapefruit juice. I still remember the color. They were tannish and greenish cans, with no name on them or anything. I don’t know
where he stole it from or where he got it. But
here he comes up this hill, and we all took three slugs of that grapefruit
juice. I can’t have grapefruit juice now because
of medication, but when I could, every time I drank grapefruit juice, I thought of Dave Schreiner.”
had some officers who were, very frankly, assholes,” said PFC Jim Harwood. “Most of the officers we had were good guys. They weren’t going to run you up for some little infraction that didn’t make
any difference anyway. Dave was one of those types
of guys who was lenient. He wasn’t going to
give you a lot of hell for nothing.”
On June 18, Schreiner
wrote his parents on American Red Cross stationery.
Dear Mother and Dad–
Rec’d letter of June 6
from you. Enclosed was a clipping about
Johnny Walsh. No I didn’t get any bronze star on Guam. I’ve
got my medal. I can feel it when I put my hands behind me.
We’ve been eating very well of late. Fresh
meat, good canned food
etc. And I’ve been sleeping a lot. Boy it’s good to rest.
Will write next chance I
get. Don’t forget a company commander
is a pretty safe spot.
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the night of June 19, Badger halfback Bud Seelinger, with the 29th Regiment, tracked down Schreiner and gave him several cans of fruit. The two Badgers again spoke of Baumann, and they were hopeful the fighting was coming
to an end. Japanese had died by the thousands,
and the organized resistance was lessening. But
there was one more major pocket of resistance on the southern end of the island, near a gap in the American lines. By then, runner Vic Anderson had been wounded and evacuated, but he later heard from his buddies that Schreiner was sent out on what Anderson and others view as a needlessly dangerous mission near the west coast of Oroku Peninsula
on June 20. Anderson said the mandate came from
a “new silly-ass major who didn’t know
that we didn’t go out after dark or after 4 or 5 o’clock, when the Japs would set up a lot of traps. He said, ‘Dave, you take that squad down there and see if there are any Japs in that gully and valley.’”
Gus Forbus, who by then was in a hospital at Tinian in the Mariana Islands, heard that an officer who joined the unit late in the battle
ordered Schreiner to check on the lines. “The
report I got on it was that they were putting
in the lines for the night on the 20th, and he wasn’t satisfied,” Forbus said. “He wanted Dave to check it out. He was an Annapolis man, but he couldn’t pour water out of a boot.”
In 1993, John McLaughry wrote his memories of that day: My platoon of M-7’s was assigned to provide fire support for the 1st Battalion in an attack on the last enemy stronghold at the extreme southern point of Okinawa. The immediate objective was some very rugged terrain, an escarpment of boulders, sheer rock and caves . . . rising to nearly 300 feet. Prior to the attack Dave was moving his company into the line adjacent to the company our M-7’s were to support and I talked very briefly with him. He then, with a couple of his men, disappeared into the rocky area leading toward the Kiyama Gusuku hill mass.
So McLaughry remembered the patrol as a three-man mission, including Schreiner, and he believed it had a theoretical legitimate strategic justification in a prelude to an attack on the holdout Japanese troops. However,
that leaves unanswered the issue of whether the patrol could have been
delayed to the next day or was needlessly risky
in the final stages of the battle.
Don Petit’s later dispatch said Schreiner had walked ahead to scout. According to the dispatch, gunfire from a cave suddenly ripped into his left side. Vic Anderson said he heard it happened this way: “A Jap with a Nambu machine gun stepped out of a cave and shot him.”
Petit’s dispatch said a grenade exploded and fragments tore into both of his legs.
McLaughry’s written recollections made it clear he was skeptical of Petit’s version. McLaughry’s account: The attack had not yet jumped off when word came that Dave had been hit, shot by a sniper. There was no word on his condition. Because of my platoon’s connections with Dave, over the next few hours we tried to get as much information as possible and did hear on good authority that a bullet had hit him in the chest area, lodging in his spine.
was shot in the upper torso.
Despite the myths
that spread both immediately and over later years,
treating him and those who saw him remembered
the upper torso trauma years later but weren’t
sure if there were other wounds.
said, even those interviewed acknowledged that
they saw so many deaths, involving both friends and
those they didn’t know, that circumstances sometimes ran together in their minds. Plus, they admitted the passage of nearly sixty years could make memories—even of very jarring incidents—become foggy.
So, Schreiner might or might not have been hit
by grenade fragments.
Regardless of the nature of his wounds,
men from the patrol rushed to get Schreiner back
to the unit’s lines. William Ramey, a corpsman and pharmacist’s mate, recalled working on Schreiner. He said he heard that Schreiner had
gone out on that advance patrol with a first sergeant.
were trying to get plasma started,” Ramey
recalled. “He told me, ‘Doc, they pulled a sneaky trick on us!’”
Some of the men, including Ramey, who also knew who Schreiner was and respected him immensely, took that to mean that Schreiner had
been ambushed while accepting a surrender from
Japanese. Word from the command post later trickled
in to support that inference. (Depending on one’s definition of sniper, that could gibe with the story McLaughry heard.) Ramey believed Schreiner meant “they tricked him into coming down and shot him.”
He didn’t remember Schreiner mentioning a white flag, but he drew inferences and later heard others talk of a faked surrender. “It’s
been a long time,” Ramey said slowly. “But
somebody’s last words like that, they stick with you pretty good.” Ramey’s high regard for Schreiner, and his familiarity with him, virtually guarantees he didn’t mix up the circumstances of Schreiner’s injuries with anyone else’s.
Contrary to myth, many Japanese and conscripted Okinawans—about 10,000—surrendered on Okinawa. In the book Typhoon of
Steel, the brother-author team of James and
William Belote noted that surrenders increased from an average of about
50 per day from June 12–18, to 343 on June 19, and then to 977 on June 20, the day Schreiner was wounded. Japanese soldiers indeed were allowing themselves to be taken prisoner on the day Schreiner was on his final patrol. Still, the Belotes wrote, the Japanese soldiers who surrendered were exceptional, because most members of the 32nd Army still fought to the death. U.S. estimates of the Japanese battle deaths on June
19 and 20 totaled 5,000.
Charles Pulford, a private first class posted to the headquarters company, served as a runner for Barney Green before Green’s death.
He said he was at the command post the day Schreiner
suffered his wounds. He didn’t hear direct
discussions between Schreiner and officers at the command post. Yet he was adamant that word of those discussions spread through the command post—along with the news that Schreiner was shot during a faked surrender. Pulford wasn’t sure which officers came up with the plan, but he said that planes dropped white pamphlets over the area. “The
Japs were told that if they wanted to surrender,
they would wave these pamphlets,” Pulford recalled.
“I remember when the planes came over to drop them.” He believed it happened late in the afternoon. Though his first thought was that it happened on the day Schreiner was wounded, he wasn’t certain of that.
But he was certain that Schreiner contacted the
command post on his patrol.
“Being there at the C.P.,”
Pulford said, “I heard that Dave had called back to find out what to do. They dropped these pamphlets, and evidently Dave had seen Japs waving them. . . . He was told to take an interpreter and crawl up there and see what he could arrange.”
Who told Schreiner that?
imagine it had to be the commanding officer at the C.P., or it might even have been regimental,” Pulford said. “Then shortly after that, we heard that he had crawled up there, and when he raised up to talk to them,
Schreiner went in and out of consciousness
after he was brought back to the lines.
PFC Ed Liguori was in his foxhole when he heard someone yell, “The lieutenant’s been hit!” He scrambled out of his foxhole
and went to where Ramey was treating Schreiner.
“He was unconscious,
breathing heavily, and it bwas so sad,” Liguori recalled. “He
wasn’t moving. He wasn’t talking. There might
have been a moan. They were giving him plasma. They were giving him fluids through his ankle because the blood vessels collapsed. I didn’t know anything about it at the time, being a young, dopey kid. But later, when I was teaching, I learned about these things. They couldn’t find any blood vessels in his arm, so they were administering plasma in his
ankle. I guess they found a vein down there.”
In a bizarre twist, PFC Cal Danielson—the young Marine from Rio, Wisconsin, who as a teenager had met and worshipped Schreiner—was in
the area and also heard the word that Schreiner
had been hit. He was with the First Division’s 5th Regiment.
“Somebody said, ‘Lieutenant Schreiner got it!’”
Danielson remembered. “I rushed over there. I’m not sure exactly what I said—it was a long time ago—but I tried to say something about football and how tough he was. I was pretty shook up.”
PFC Vern Courtnage, a driver who did work for companies in the battalion, had transported Schreiner often, and he saw him right before he
was loaded onto a jeep to be taken to an aid station.
“He was on the ground, on a stretcher, with a covering
over him,” Courtnage said. “The corpsmen were working on him, and they loaded him into the jeep. My friend drove the jeep; his name was Duane Carey. We loaded him onto that jeep, and everybody was wishing him well, and he was conscious. The last words he spoke, that I heard, anyway, were, ‘If any of you guys think I’m
crying, I’ll get out of here and kick the
shit out of you!’ That stuck with me all those years.”
men watched their lieutenant leave in the jeep. They had seen their buddies die, they had crawled over bodies as if they were rocks, and they were steeled to death, even as they knew it might come to them.
But, god, why Schreiner?
Singley, the PFC in the weapons company who had served under Schreiner on Guam, was near Schreiner’s company that day on Okinawa. He immediately heard one of the inaccurate stories about Schreiner’s wounds.
“Word came down the line that Dave had gotten shot by a sniper
right between the eyes,” Singley said. “Now, when somebody who was well-liked got shot, we always passed the word down the line. Word came down that that’s what happened. You never knew whether it’s what happened exactly, but that’s what came down the line about Dave.”
Obviously, if that had happened, Schreiner would have died immediately. But it’s illustrative of the way stories—often inaccurate—spread
among the men.
Schreiner underwent emergency surgery at a field hospital. But there wasn’t much hope. David Nathan Schreiner died the next day, June 21, 1945.
He was twenty-four.
The doctors let his buddies know that even if they had managed to save him, he probably would have been paralyzed. “I was told he
was injured in such a way in the spine that he
never would be able to do anything,” Mark
Hoskins said, the words catching in his throat even decades later.
The official dispatch makes no mention of a faked surrender. That raises the question: Why cover that up? If Schreiner died as he gave the
benefit of the doubt to surrendering Japanese,
that doesn’t render his death less tragic than
if he had been struck down by a sniper or a soldier emerging from a cave. In fact, in June 1945, yet another example of Japanese battlefield treachery would have been appropriate as the nation braced for an invasion of the Japanese home islands.
However, if Schreiner’s death was the indirect result of being ordered to try to arrange a surrender, and the pamphlet drop ended up endangering Schreiner and others, there would be reason to create a more conventional battle scenario for Schreiner’s death. It would save face for the officers who had
ordered Schreiner to attempt to arrange a surrender.
book Tennozan discusses in depth the dilemma of American troops when deciding whether to accept surrenders, given the horrific fighting and barbaric Japanese tactics—and not just on Okinawa. Feifer
doesn’t claim to have discerned the actual
numbers of Japanese and conscripted Okinawans
who died after trying to give up, but he makes it clear that the number was significant. It also is clear that A Company added to that toll, and part of that was a response to rumors of how the popular Schreiner was mortally wounded. Again, it’s important to note that Schreiner
was hit on a day when Japanese and Okinawan surrenders
were increasing. There were strategic reasons
to accept surrenders, if information about the location and strength of surviving Japanese defenders could be gathered. But that didn’t mean that all those signaling an intention to surrender were sincere.
“There was a bunch of us mad,” Ramey recalled. “Everybody thought
a lot of Dave. It made everybody so mad, they
didn’t take no more prisoners. That was
the end of that outfit taking prisoners.”
said, “Everyone was in shock. I remember that. And everybody was mad. I mean, mad. . . . We decided not to take prisoners. But we did let the civilians through.”
Danielson, the Marine from Rio, said that in his brief encounter with Schreiner after he was wounded, he didn’t hear Schreiner say anything about an ambush, but the word quickly got around that Schreiner had said something along those lines before Danielson arrived.
Judy Corfield, Schreiner’s niece, said that her late mother (and Schreiner’s sister), Betty Johnson, attended a Sixth Marine Division reunion
in Chicago in 1996. At the reunion, several members
of Schreiner’s platoon told Johnson that
Dave indeed had been accepting a surrender, under a white flag, from several Japanese. The story, handed down orally, was different from the version Charles Pulford remembered from being at the command post.
According to the account Betty Johnson heard, Dave had been wary as the small Japanese party approached him, and when the Japanese soldier
in front bowed, he had a rifle hidden behind his
back. A Japanese man reached forward and fired
the rifle at Schreiner, and another tossed a grenade.
Sherman, Schreiner’s longtime friend, recalled that after the news of his death reached Lancaster, the story circulating around town was that he had been shot in the back.
there are conflicting stories about Schreiner’s death, and they almost certainly will never be resolved. However he was mortally wounded, Schreiner’s death on June 21 came just hours before Major General Roy S. Geiger
declared that organized
resistance had ended and the island was secure. Geiger had succeeded Lieutenant General Simon Bolivar Buckner as commander of the forces when Buckner was struck in the chest by an artillery shell shard and killed on June 18. Geiger’s declaration was premature;
isolated resistance and U.S. mop-up operations
Lieutenant General Mitsuru Ushijima, commander of
the Japanese 32nd Army, committed suicide on June
Tenth Army commander Lieutenant General Joseph W.
Stilwell declared the campaign over on July 2.
Bud Seelinger had lost two teammates on Okinawa. Other Seelinger buddies were killed, too, but he couldn’t help being more torn up
by the deaths of Baumann and Schreiner. “He
was just heartsick,” recalled his wife, Mary
Elaine Seelinger. “He was broken up.”
He wasn’t alone.
“Just a beautiful
man died,” Vic Anderson said sadly, years later.
far from where Schreiner was wounded, a young Army sergeant with the First Amphibious Special Engineer Combat Brigade, Henry Reese, also took the news badly. Hey, Dave Schreiner got killed! Reese was from Monroe, Wisconsin, and as a high school student he had met Schreiner during
a visit to his older sister in Ann Emery Hall.
Reese also worked at his uncle’s restaurant— Mickies Dairy Bar, directly across Monroe Street from Camp Randall Stadium. “Dave’s death hit home, let’s put it that way, more than any other over there for me,” Reese said. “I had seen him play
football several times, and he was kind of my
In the hospital on Tinian, Sergeant Gus
Forbus was beginning his long recuperation from
his leg wounds. A young Marine, another member of the 4th Regiment, came into his room.
he told Forbus, “I’ve got some bad news.”
shit,” said Forbus. “Don’t tell me Dave got killed.”
Forbus broke down.
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Schreiner’s final letter home arrived in Lancaster
on June 25. He was already dead. His parents didn’t
know that as they opened the letter with his return
address in the left-hand corner.
Lt. David N Schreiner
Co A 1st Bn 4th Marines
6th Mar. Div.
And they read their son’s reassuring final line—the one about
a company commander being in a relatively safe
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Judy Johnson, Schreiner’s niece, was three and a half years old. “I was visiting my grandparents, which I did regularly, because I wasn’t in
school yet,” Judy (now Judy Corfield) recalled.
“My mother would send me there to keep them
busy. I would spend a lot of time going back and forth to the Hoskins home, too, which was only a block away, especially after Charles died and Had was imprisoned. That kept everybody busy, taking care of Judy.”
The news arrived at the telegraph office the night of June 28, after the office was closed.
Everyone in Lancaster knew the Schreiners’ habits. They were up every day at 5:30 a.m. On June 29, the delivery boy arrived at the door a little after 7:00. He handed the telegram to Bert Schreiner. The proud father
pulled the sheet out of the envelope.
8:41 P.M., JUNE 28, 1945
MR. AND MRS. HERBERT E. SCHREINER
216 SOUTH TYLER
DEEPLY REGRET TO INFORM
YOU THAT YOUR SON FIRST
LIEUTENANT DAVID N. SCHREINER USMCR DIED 21 JUNE 1945
OF WOUNDS RECEIVED IN ACTION OKINAWA ISLAND RYUKYU
ISLANDS IN THE PERFORMANCE
OF HIS DUTY AND SERVICE OF
HIS COUNTRY. WHEN INFORMATION IS RECEIVED REGARDING
BURIAL YOU WILL BE NOTIFIED. TO PREVENT POSSIBLE AID
TO OUR ENEMIES DO NOT DIVULGE THE
NAME OF HIS SHIP OR
STATION. PLEASE ACCEPT MY HEARTFELT SYMPATHY.
A A VANDERGRIFT GENERAL USMC
COMMANDANT OF THE MARINE CORPS
It is one of Judy’s earliest memories. She stood at the window
and watched the delivery boy walk away, down the
hill and back to the telegraph station.
“The bad news
has arrived,” Bert Schreiner told his wife and granddaughter.
did the best he could to comfort Anne. Then he called the Hoskins and Carthew homes.
Doris Hoskins, Mark’s
mother, knocked on the bedroom door. Mark and Mary
Hoskins still were asleep.
“You’d better get up,”
she said softly. “I have some bad news.”
and Mary’s parents had already been over to the Schreiners’ home. When his parents told him about Schreiner, Mark cried.
Almost immediately, he was called to the phone. The caller was a shaken Harry Stuhldreher. The Wisconsin coach told Hoskins he was leaving for Lancaster immediately. Hoskins rushed over to the Schreiners’.
Mark still sobbed years later, recalling the day.
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in both Milwaukee and Madison put out extras.
Oh, god, not Dave
The Wisconsin State Journal ’s front
Dave Schreiner Dies
Of Wounds on Okinawa;
Fiancee flying here
The story said that Ensign Odette Hendrickson, who had received degrees in English and art from Wisconsin before joining the WAVES, was
stationed at Hunter College in the Bronx. She
was reported to be returning to Madison, where
she would pick up her mother, Lula, and then head to Lancaster.
Milwaukee extra story carried a full banner headline across the top of the front page: “Schreiner Killed on Okinawa.” A huge picture of a smiling Schreiner covered much of the top half of the page; the caption
David N. Schreiner.”
The July 5 issue of the weekly Grant
County Independent carried the entire
Marine Corps dispatch describing Schreiner’s death, plus a boxed “In Memoriam” statement from Stuhldreher. The coach declared: “At Wisconsin,
him ‘Big Dave,’ not because of his physique but because of his all-around makeup. His personality, modesty, unselfishness, and friendship all were big. His loss leaves a big vacuum—as big as Dave
himself was in all
ways—in all our lives.” The story also said that in Lancaster “he was known and idolized by the whole community. But the news of his death saddened the whole state, for he was known to thousands throughout the country
of the great collegiate football stars of recent years.”
the State Journal on July 1, Henry J. McCormick wrote:
If there was ever a better football player at the University of Wisconsin, I never knew him. If there was a better end who ever played football any place, I never saw him. And if there was a boy who wore his honors
with more modesty than Dave Schreiner, I never knew
him. It wasn’t so long ago that Dave’s
father and I had a long talk. Naturally, he was worried
about Dave, but he was philosophical.
happens,” said Mr. Schreiner, “I know that Dave is doing what he wanted to do.” Mr. Schreiner reflected a moment. “You know,” he said, “Dave had a chance to be assigned as a physical instructor when
he finished training,
but he requested that he be given active duty. And that’s the way it should be.”