Van Barfoot is a 91-year-old veteran who was awarded the Medal of Honor for his actions during World War 2 at the Battle of Anzio in Italy in 1944. As a 25-year-old platoon sergeant, he led his men in an advance against German positions despite direct machine gun fire after their radio was damaged. Through his careful study of the enemy, he was able to get within 300 yards of their lines. He is one of only 86 living recipients of the Medal of Honor, the highest award for valor in combat that can be given to U.S. military personnel.
Van Barfoot is a 91-year-old veteran who was awarded the Medal of Honor for his actions during World War 2 at the Battle of Anzio in Italy in 1944. As a 25-year-old platoon sergeant, he led his men in an advance against German positions despite direct machine gun fire after their radio was damaged. Through his careful study of the enemy, he was able to get within 300 yards of their lines. He is one of only 86 living recipients of the Medal of Honor, the highest award for valor in combat that can be given to U.S. military personnel.
Van Barfoot is a 91-year-old veteran who was awarded the Medal of Honor for his actions during World War 2 at the Battle of Anzio in Italy in 1944. As a 25-year-old platoon sergeant, he led his men in an advance against German positions despite direct machine gun fire after their radio was damaged. Through his careful study of the enemy, he was able to get within 300 yards of their lines. He is one of only 86 living recipients of the Medal of Honor, the highest award for valor in combat that can be given to U.S. military personnel.
Van
Barfoot
puts
the
orange
Pyrex
coffee
cup
into
the
microwave,
pushes
1,
2
and
start.
Twelve
seconds
later
the
water
isn’t
warm.
He
grumbles
a
bit,
then
closes
the
microwave
door
and
pushes
1,
2,
0
and
start.
The
microwave
beeps
and
the
water’s
too
hot.
So
he
puts
a
couple
ice
cubes
in
the
cup.
At
91,
he
still
has
most
of
his
hair;
it’s
brushed
straight
back
off
of
his
forehead
the
same
way
it
was
sixty-‐six
years
ago
at
Anzio.
He
wears
his
black
and
white
buffalo
plaid
shirt
buttoned
up
to
the
throat.
To
see
him
shuffling
around
in
his
kitchen,
slightly
stooped,
hearing
aids
in
both
ears,
his
pants
pulled
up
a
little
too
high,
it’s
hard
to
imagine
him
as
a
cocky,
whip-‐thin,
soldier,
a
6’4"
tall,
25-‐year-‐old
infantry
platoon
sergeant
fighting
against
Hitler’s
Nazi
army.
He
drops
a
tea
bag
in
the
cup.
As
he
moves
out
of
the
kitchen
towards
his
office
he
accidentally
drags
his
left
foot
under
the
edge
of
a
small
Oriental
carpet,
flipping
it
up.
"Get
your
feet
off
of
there,"
he
scolds
when
I
try
to
straighten
it
out.
"I
do
things
around
here
myself."
Barfoot’s
home
is
in
a
tidy
little
sub-‐division
in
suburban
Richmond.
The
clapboard
duplexes
are
tightly
clustered
among
mature
trees.
The
reserved
parking
spaces
are
filled
with
full-‐sized
sedans
from
another
era:
Mercurys,
Lincolns
and
Cadillacs.
Inside,
the
bookshelves
in
his
office
are
full.
World
War
II
histories
sit
alongside
tracts
by
Billy
Graham,
Oliver
North
and
Ronald
Reagan,
and
a
vintage
Boy
Scout
Handbook.
Like
many
career
soldiers,
Barfoot
has
a
shadow
box
on
a
wall
containing
his
awards
and
other
memorabilia.
His
contains
the
silver
eagles
he
wore
as
a
colonel,
an
infantry
officer’s
brass
crossed
rifles
and
silver
aviator’s
wings
pinned
neatly
above
the
World
War
II
campaign
medals,
and
those
from
Korea
and
Vietnam.
There
are
three
Legion
of
Merit
awards
and
three
Purple
Hearts,
one
for
each
time
he
was
wounded
in
combat.
In
the
center
of
Barfoot’s
shadow
box
is
an
inverted
star
under
an
eagle
perched
atop
a
bar
reading
‘VALOR,’
all
suspended
from
a
shield
with
13
stars
arranged
in
three
rows
like
chevrons.
The
silk
neck
ribbon
is
blue,
a
shade
the
Army’s
Institute
of
Heraldry
calls
Bluebird
67117.
Inscribed
on
the
back
of
the
Medal
is
"The
Congress
to:
Van
T.
Barfoot."
The
Medal
of
Honor.
It
is
the
United
States’
highest
award
for
valor
in
combat.
Only
3,448
Americans
have
been
awarded
the
medal
since
its
creation
in
1861.
As
of
November
2010,
there
are
only
86
living
recipients.
This
is
how
he
came
to
receive
it:
In
the
spring
of
1944,
Barfoot
was
a
sergeant
in
the
157th
Infantry,
part
of
the
45th
Division.
He
and
his
platoon
were
among
150,000
Americans
on
the
Anzio
beachhead.
For
four
months
they
had
been
bombed
and
shelled
by
German
aircraft
and
artillery
while
they
tried
to
move
forward.
Their
world
was
confined.
Just
in
front
were
a
wheat
field
and
a
cemetery.
Just
behind
was
the
Padiglione
Woods,
and
beyond
that
was
the
Mediterranean.
There
was
only
one
way
to
go
forward:
through
the
Germans.
During
the
day,
Barfoot
studied
what
the
German
troops
did
in
no-‐man’s
land
in
front
of
his
platoon’s
position.
He
watched
where
the
Germans
came
out
of
their
lines,
where
they
worked
and
how
they
went
back
in.
At
night
he
took
small
patrols
through
the
irrigation
ditches,
getting
as
close
as
he
could
to
the
German
positions.
The
order
to
move
came
on
May
22nd.
A
naval
bombardment
started
at
5:45.
A
light
rain
was
falling
at
6:30
when
Barfoot
moved
his
platoon
towards
the
German
lines.
In
an
hour
they
were
300
yards
beyond
the
cemetery,
but
the
rain
and
the
artillery
shelling
had
stopped.
They
were
exposed
and
under
direct
fire
from
the
German
machine
guns.
The
platoon’s
radio
was
damaged
by
machine
gun
fire,
so
Barfoot
couldn’t
call
to
coordinate
his
movements
or
ask
for
artillery
support.
He
tried
to
send
a
runner
to
contact
the
company
commander
but
the
runner
was
wounded
before
he
could
leave
their
position.
They
had
lost
contact
with
the
unit
on
their
flank.
Amid
hundreds
of
thousands
of
German,
British
and
U.S.
troops
fighting
and
dying
on
that
spring
morning
in
Italy,
Barfoot
and
his
unit
were
isolated,
alone.
He
left
a
squad
where
they
could
see
the
Germans
and
continued
alone
up
the
ditch
until
he
was
about
20
feet
from
the
three
German
soldiers
and
the
machine
gun.
As
he
describes
it,
he
"took
care
of
that
situation"
with
a
hand
grenade.
He
continued
down
the
German
trenches
until
he
came
up
behind
a
second
machine
gun.
He
killed
the
three
men
at
that
position
with
his
sub-‐machine
gun.
"I
couldn’t
communicate
with
my
men,
so
I
just
kept
on
going,"
he
said.
When
he
reached
the
third
position,
the
Germans
simply
stood
up
and
surrendered
to
him.
A
few
of
his
men
arrived
and
together
they
reached
the
main
German
position
not
long
after.
The
Germans
there
knew
that
the
others
had
surrendered,
and
they
did,
too.
It
was
about
9:30.
It
had
taken
three
hours
to
get
there.
Along
the
way
Barfoot
had
silenced
three
machine
guns
and
captured
17
German
soldiers.
Barfoot
decided
that
the
Germans
were
likely
to
counter-‐attack
from
the
railroad
junction
about
500
yards
away.
He
led
his
platoon
in
that
direction.
Along
the
way,
he
found
an
abandoned
German
artillery
piece
and
destroyed
it
with
explosives.
"I
got
up
pretty
close
to
the
trestle
and
saw
there
wasn’t
anything
there,"
he
said.
But
at
about
2:15,
three
Germans
tanks
arrived.
The
platoon
leader
ordered
the
men
to
withdraw
to
a
hill
just
behind
the
trestle.
Barfoot
stayed
behind
with
a
small
team.
He
took
a
rocket
launcher
and,
face
to
face
with
a
German
tank
50
yards
away,
he
fired
the
bazooka
and
missed.
He
and
his
men
were
now
exposed.
He
reloaded.
The
second
shot
hit
the
tank’s
treads,
sending
it
out
of
control
and
into
a
ditch.
The
other
tanks
turned
away.
The
unit
on
his
right
was
still
caught
up
in
the
minefield,
and
the
battalion
commander
needed
to
consolidate
the
line
—
to
close
any
gaps
the
Germans
could
exploit.
Barfoot
was
ordered
to
withdraw
from
the
railroad
trestle.
He
helped
two
wounded
men
back
to
the
battalion
rear
area,
a
distance
of
about
a
mile.
Then
he
returned
to
his
platoon
to
organize
the
men
for
their
next
day’s
fight.
The
breakout
was
successful.
The
allies
cracked
the
German
positions
and
continued
up
the
boot
of
Italy.
In
the
initial
breakout
12,000
soldiers
died
on
both
sides,
and
over
66,000
were
wounded.
Barfoot
and
his
platoon
stayed
in
the
fight.
Just
outside
of
Rome
he
was
given
a
field
commission
to
second
lieutenant.
As
an
officer,
Barfoot
led
a
platoon
through
the
north
of
Italy
and
into
France.
Near
the
town
of
Épinal
he
was
summoned
to
regimental
headquarters.
When
he
arrived,
he
found
three
general
officers
sitting
at
a
table
inside.
One
of
them
stood
up
and
extended
his
hand
and
said,
"Congratulations."
"I
can
still
hear
myself
saying
‘what
for?’"
Barfoot
said.
"I
thought
I
had
been
selected
for
a
patrol."
"We’ve
just
received
information
that
you
have
been
awarded
the
Medal
of
Honor,"
the
general
told
him.
The
next
morning,
Sept.
28,
1944,
in
field
not
far
from
the
front,
and
in
front
of
the
soldiers
he
had
led
from
North
Africa
through
Sicily,
Italy
and
into
France,
Lt.
Gen.
Alexander
Patch,
Barfoot’s
corps
commander,
presented
him
with
the
Medal
of
Honor.
In
a
picture
of
the
ceremony,
Barfoot
has
a
crooked
grin
on
his
face.
Barfoot
says,
"People
say
I
did
something
miraculous.
I
don’t
think
so.
I
don’t
think
I
did
any
more
than
any
good
American
would
do."
Yet
his
Medal
of
Honor
citation
begins,
of
course,
with
the
words
"for
conspicuous
gallantry
and
intrepidity
at
the
risk
of
life
above
and
beyond
the
call
of
duty."
A
couple
hundred
words
later,
it
closes
with
these:
"Sergeant
Barfoot’s
extraordinary
heroism,
demonstration
of
magnificent
valor,
and
aggressive
determination
in
the
face
of
pointblank
fire
are
a
perpetual
inspiration
to
his
fellow
soldiers."
The
men
in
his
platoon
apparently
agreed.
It
was
the
soldiers
he
led
that
day,
not
his
captains
or
colonels,
who
nominated
him
for
the
medal.
Ron
Capps
is
a
veteran
of
the
war
in
Afghanistan.
He
served
25
years
in
the
U.S. Army
and
U.S.
Army
Reserve.