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SFC Joe Musial: In Case of War, Break Glass<\/strong><\/p>\n By: Poetrooper I was the captain\u2019s driver\/RTO in the command section where Joe was also a part. I saw Joe infrequently on the job, but when we weren\u2019t in the boonies training, I saw him often at the Normandy beer hall on the east end of the battalion parade ground. There, mounted on his favored barstool, Joe more or less held court, due in large part to his rugged visage and muscular build, but most assuredly due to his occasional demonstrations of truly incredible strength and his love of bar-room brawling. I never saw him lose, just remember him smiling diabolically while he was fighting\u2014definitely not the type you want to lock horns with, a brawler for whom it\u2019s a game, who\u2019s toying with you, having fun while he pitilessly whips your butt. Joe Musial was unquestionably the baddest ass in an environment target-rich with young opponents who fancied themselves serious bad-asses–until they met Joe.<\/p>\n Joe was a bit of a showboat with that preternatural strength: I remember his triumphant, gap toothed (lost to fighting no doubt) grins when he\u2019d casually put down some muscular younger trooper in arm wrestling. Joe never lost. One evening he stood in the gate opening of the concrete block wall around the Normandy\u2019s euphemistically labeled beer garden area and, on a bet, proceeded to knock the concrete blocks from the wall with alternating blows from the left and right heels of his hands, each single blow dislodging a single block, as he stair-stepped that gate opening down. On another night, also on a wager, he pulled apart a locked Army issue padlock with the fore and middle fingers of each hand, one of those heavy, solid brass locks. Took some sweat and strain but Joe managed it and walked away with some serious cash.<\/p>\n Frequently in and out of the orderly room in my job, I knew that Musial was the CO\u2019s disciplinary nightmare with all the drinking and fighting; but Joe ran a good mess hall, a huge plus for any young company commander as troops well-fed are troops easier led. Plus Joe Musial sober could be absolutely charming, always polite, even to subordinates. So while Joe\u2019s fighting side ripped off stripes, his mess hall skills and personal charm regained them. Anyone who served back in those days will be familiar with these yo-yo NCO\u2019s, a commander\u2019s pain in the ass but needed too much to get rid of. But when I got orders for Vietnam, Joe and his problems became history, a novel memory; although, during this past half century, I had occasionally remembered him as one of the more colorful characters I had served with in the Airborne community. <\/p>\n Then recently I stumbled across this website<\/a> that prominently features, with exceptionally good combat photography by Robert Hodierne, no other than a SGT Joe Musial, and yup, it\u2019s the same screw-up\u2014except he wasn\u2019t. Reading it had me grinning from ear to ear because it revealed the total warrior I had always suspected was being wasted in the mess hall. SGT Rock, as his young troops had dubbed their grizzled old NCO, after the comic book hero, had found his element: jungle combat, and at no surprise to me, he excelled at it, enough so as to be awarded three Purple hearts, three Bronze Stars and two Silver Stars for selflessly risking his own life to protect and save his young charges. And it was Brett Barham, one of those young soldiers, who knew Musial best, when Joe was in his natural element, who years later summed Joe up perfectly:<\/p>\n “In Vietnam, Rock was doing what he was designed by God to do — be a warrior. I always said he should have been frozen and put under glass with a sign that said, ‘In case of war, break.'”<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Joe survived three tours in Vietnam and in 1974 retired from the Army to Louisiana, working on offshore oil rigs until an accident cost him a leg. With his military retirement and his settlement from the oil company he bought a home on a large tract of land in Michigan where he lived peacefully until illness forced him to a VA hospice unit for his final days. On November 11, 2001, fittingly Veterans Day, this warriors\u2019 warrior charged into Valhalla, no doubt looking for a brawl in the bar and to arm wrestle Odin, who\u2019d have been wise to turn down the challenge. <\/p>\n For those Vietnam vets here, you really should visit Hodierne’s website<\/a> and read the article. It\u2019s well written and the photography well done. Parts of it appeared in Reader\u2019s Digest in 2002. Joe\u2019s rugged visage is that of the timeless warrior, looking to me just as he did at Fort Campbell. Well, except he wasn\u2019t wearing that steel pot when he was kicking all those young paratroopers\u2019 asses at the Normandy Club, those same young asses that in Vietnam he would lay his life on the line to save. Joe Musial\/SGT Rock RIP<\/a>. It was an honor to have known you. Find a Grave<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n A bit of a different Valor Friday; a write up by our own Poetrooper, and his personal experiences during a very hard time. A great story from a master writer, with that human touch that breaths life into his offerings. Thanks, Poe.<\/p>\n I believe SGT Joe had a little brother who grew up to be the Maintenance Master Chief in VP-23. “Mongo” was a legend as well.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\nIn this day of an all-volunteer military force where so many actual combat engagements are fought by smart, dedicated, highly-trained, buffed-up special operators, it\u2019s easy to forget those long-ago days between major wars when war-fighting units like Army infantry were often seen as, and frequently were, places to park peacetime misfits where they could do as little damage as possible yet still serve a needed function. Such a man was Staff Sergeant Joe Musial, the many-times busted and promoted NCO in charge of the mess hall in a unit to which I was assigned in 1964: Bravo Company, 2d Battalion, 506th Airborne Infantry, 101st Airborne Division at Fort Campbell, KY. Joe was a leathery old hand by then, having been in the Army ten years.<\/p>\n![\"ssgt](\"https:\/\/www.azuse.cloud\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/01\/SSGT-Joe-Musial-1-e1547569067297.jpg\")
Army Staff. Sgt. Joe Musial, pinned down by enemy fire next to dead and wounded comrades. Courtesy of Robert Hodierne\/Vietnamphotography.com<\/p>\n