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Honor Flight Columbus is proud to be flying our 10,000th Veteran to Washington D.C. on October 10, 2024. To commemorate this significant milestone, we will be sharing the inspiring stories of 10 Veterans. Each story we share will represent 1,000 of the 10,000 Veterans we have had the honor of flying. Follow along as we honor, share, and celebrate the heroes of our country.


This profile has been written in the first person by Mr. Buddy Moreland, (Mission 97, 6/08/2019) and submitted to Honor Flight Columbus with permission to share as part of the Reaching 10,000 series.


“Prior to my service I was a new high school graduate. 17 years old and living on a farm. I made the decision to enlist and did so in the Marine Corps. I knew that at 17 I would need a job and felt that the military was a good option. My brother had been in the Navy, but I liked the Dress Blues of the Marine Corps.


Boot Camp was at Parris Island South Carolina. [I] Reported to duty in July, and it was hot, scary, and hard for a 17-year-old who had never left the farm. But you turn into a man quickly. After training I went to a music school back at Parris Island. From there I got my choice of duty and selected California, Camp Pendleton [with] the 1st Marine Division and was attached to the band.


One of the highlights of duty was marching in the Rose Bowl Parade and the recognition we received representing the Marine Corps. The people that I served with were great. Being musicians we all had the same thing in common.


When we were deployed as a division, we boarded ships, and the 7th Fleet transported us to Okinawa. We were there to replace the 3rd Marine Division, who had been moved to Vietnam. We were on Okinawa for six months and then [were] deployed to Vietnam. Our home base was in Chulai.


While in Okinawa I met the lady I am married to now. Her father was in the Air Force, and we were seeing each other and after Vietnam we got married. (58 years Sept 10th, 2024)


While in Vietnam we put together an augmented USO show and went out to units and performed in what was called “Big Band in Boondockers.” It was fun and gave us some relief in a hostile area.


We were still doing our duty of guard and digging fox holes. But overall the experience was a good one. After Vietnam I got married and was stationed at Yorktown, VA at [the] Naval Weapons Station. I was there for 10 months before discharge. My time in the service was an opportunity to not only grow up but [be] proud to have served, and still [am] proud. The day I was discharged I knew it was time to get on with my life because now I had a wife and a baby.


After discharge I worked in a factory and stayed on that job for 35 years. In addition to that I served 20 years in the Ohio National Guard. We lived in Mt. Vernon, Ohio and still reside there today. [The] highlight of life after service was marriage and family. We had three children, fourteen grandchildren, and six great-grandchildren.


Being the age that I am, I know that I have lived a lot longer than I am going to live and that is ok.


If I have ever done one thing right it is [that I] raised a family and instilled in them and my friends that no matter what, we have the best country in the world. Other parts of the world [are] not so great.


My time on my Honor Flight was a time of healing with other Veterans who were having that same healing moment. I was hugged by another Veteran who cried after he had carried a flag to the wall that he had saved since Vietnam. That was one of the most impactful moments of my trip.

Other Veterans need to apply for this trip knowing that people running Honor Flight care about you and your feelings and totally respect you.


Thank you for all that you do [Honor Flight Columbus] for the Veterans. It means so much and changes lives.”

Honor Flight Columbus is proud to be flying our 10,000th Veteran to Washington D.C. on October 10, 2024. To commemorate this significant milestone, we will be sharing the inspiring stories of 10 Veterans. Each story we share will represent 1,000 of the 10,000 Veterans we have had the honor of flying. Follow along as we honor, share, and celebrate the heroes of our country.


W. Osborne (Os) Livisay was born November 26, 1933, in Princeton, West Virginia. He was the second child of four, two boys and two girls. Livisay, a bright young man who grew into a kind and caring adult, has been forced to live with the reality that the color of his skin has impacted the opportunities available to him. This unjust treatment was revealed to him, even as a child. He attended Park Central High School and recalls riding on the school bus, forced to drive past schools closer to his home because segregation dictated what schools' people of color were permitted to attend.




Once he graduated high school, he attended college in North Carolina but chose to return home to Princeton and finished his degree at the historically Black college, Bluefield State. Because of his status as a student, he was deferred from the draft. During the summer of his junior year, Livisay worked at the Ford Motor Company in Detroit, Michigan. His father advised him to keep just enough money that he needed to live and send the rest home. He listened and was able to pay for his senior year of schooling. This lesson, living modestly and saving for the future, stayed with him for the rest of his life.


Despite his earlier deferment from the draft, Livisay enlisted in the Air Force on September 2, 1955. He chose to serve because he felt it was his responsibility to his country. He went through basic training at Sampson Air Force base in New York. The experience of basic training bonded him together with people he was serving with, as they were all new and forced to work together. While he spoke fondly of basic training, he also shared that it was freezing and made him realize he “would never be a camper.”


He was stationed at Chanute Air Force Base for weather observation school, a branch of meteorology. This was a totally new experience as he looked at the weather, reported what he saw, and plotted it on maps. His record keeping and analysis of the data predicted weather patterns, prepared forecasts and communicated weather information to commanders and pilots. Technical school lasted for 9 months and then he was given a permanent duty station: Pope Air Force Base, Fort Brag in Fayetteville, NC. He remained here for 38 months until he was discharged.


Livisay joined the Air Force in the hopes of traveling and seeing the world. He volunteered for every opportunity and was never selected. Instead, he remained stationed at Pope AFB working in his office located inside a hanger where aircraft was repaired. While Livisay does not know why the military never provided an opportunity to travel, it very well could have been related to the color of his skin.


Under President Truman, the military was desegregated in 1948. But it wasn’t until the Civil Rights Act of 1964 that segregation and discrimination was prohibited in public facilities. Being stationed in the still segregated south posed many challenges for Livisay, a man determined to serve his country. He shared that during those early days of the desegregation of the military, “You could still feel those… issues that no one would notice but me and other people may not be aware of.” One of the things that always bothered him was riding the bus home from base to West Virginia. He was forced to go to the back of the bus until they crossed into West Virginia. The restaurants and restrooms at the bus stations forced him to enter from the side or back entrances. He often thought, “I am a military man trying to defend this country and this is what I have to live with?”


When Livisay would go into town off base in Fayetteville, he had to go to the Black owned and operated restaurants. The movie theatres forced him to sit separately from the general public. Segregation in the military was over, but that did not mean Black servicemen and women were treated equally with their white counterparts. The culture of segregation could be felt both on and off base. Livisay served in a 28-man unit that in his words, “was congenial more or less.” The servicemen in his unit lived and were educated in the American culture of segregation. This had a drastic impact on the way they viewed people of color. While the military was not segregating living or working quarters, some servicemen chose to exclude their fellow servicemen because of their skin color. Livisay shared that, “every once and awhile someone would come in [to the unit] and you could tell they were not comfortable and at the same time they had very little association with somebody of another race.”


Livisay served in the same unit for several months with a man named Jimmy who told him, “I don’t mean to be offensive, but you are not like my parents told me you would be. You are like all the rest of us.” Livisay’s response to this memory was, “believe it or not, I am.” The heart-breaking truth of America’s past and present is that people are treated differently based on their race. Livisay’s polite and kind demeanor likely would have kept the ill-treatment he received to himself. However, he courageously consented for these details of his experience to be included in this story.


After four years in the Air Force, Livisay was honorably discharged on September 1, 1959. He returned to West Virginia and started substitute teaching and then took a job with the state. After 6-7 months working for the state, he received a call from the Superintendent of a school in Sydney, Ohio. Two days after his initial interview, he left with the guarantee of a position. Livisay began employment with the Russia Local School District the following week. The local pastor in Piqua helped find a home for him and his family to live and eventually, his wife, and three children joined him in Piqua, Ohio. He taught industrial arts and drove a school bus in the school district for 17 years.


While reflecting on his time living in Piqua, Livisay shared that, “another harsh reminder of not being accepted because of the color of my skin was discovering a cross burning in our yard the weekend following my wife being hired as the first person of color in the Piqua Catholic School System.”  This traumatizing event, though it occurred many years ago, plays itself in the minds of Livisay and his family to this day. They lived and worked in the Piqua area for 17 years, dedicating their efforts to educating the next generation.


He then moved to Toledo, Ohio for a new job. He taught industrial arts to junior high and high schoolers for almost 10 years there when he was transferred to special education.  He was sent to Cummins School for high schoolers with severe behavioral disorders. Livisay reflects fondly on the coworkers at Cummins, as they bonded together and supported one another. The children came from broken homes and every teacher cared about every student. To Livisay, the community of his coworkers made this the most memorable work experience of his life. After only one year, he was transferred to an elementary school. He chose to go back to school at the University of Toledo for his certification in special education. He finally retired from teaching in 1995.


Today, Livisay’s legacy lives on in his four children, 11 grandchildren, and 14 great-grandchildren. He has lived in Columbus for two years now with his sister to be closer to family. Not long after his move to Columbus, Livisay applied for his Honor Flight. He flew on September 7, 2023 on Mission 124. He remembers landing in DC, exiting the plane, and being greeted by so many grateful Americans. At the Korean War Memorial, the images of those who served etched into the granite wall left Livisay with quite the impression, “All the images… when you stop and look you see somebody looking at you, their eyes are on you. It just brings tears to your eyes.” He summed up his experience saying, “It was an outstanding experience. One I will always remember… it will never leave me.”


Livisay’s story is full of triumph, hard work, unjust treatment, resilience, family, and heroic service to our country. It leaves us to reflect on our own lives and the world we live in and hopefully challenges us to love all people and uphold all of our Veterans.

Honor Flight Columbus is proud to be flying our 10,000th Veteran to Washington D.C. on October 10, 2024. To commemorate this significant milestone, we will be sharing the inspiring stories of 10 Veterans. Each story we share will represent 1,000 of the 10,000 Veterans we have had the honor of flying. Follow along as we honor, share, and celebrate the heroes of our country.


Each story shared as part of the Reaching 10,000 series is unique. We have had the honor of learning about experiences in different branches and during different conflicts through the eyes of those who lived them. This story is different. It is written in the words of a Veteran’s daughter—someone who greatly cherished his life and service.

Written with Jodie Augustine— “My dad [Don Morris] was always proud of his service in the United States Army. His service was with him every day for the rest of his life, and my life as well. From revelry on a Saturday morning to standing up whenever the American flag passed in front of us, he truly loved his service for our country.


Dad was born December 5, 1932, in South Central Ohio. He grew up helping on the farm and went to high school in Clarksburg. There he played on the basketball team and would later take his best girl, my mom, to that same gym on Saturday nights for square dances. He was also quite a car enthusiast in his younger years. Just before he passed, we looked at picture albums together. There were so many pictures of him in front of a car. He could share memories about every one of those cars.


I can’t remember whether he was drafted or not, but I do remember that he had applied to work for the railroad. He worked a total of one week before the doctor told him he couldn’t work for the railroad because he had a heart murmur. It wasn’t but a month later that he was in basic training. He always laughed about this saying, “I can’t work on the railroad, but I can go fight for our country? That is ok… I loved doing it.”


Initially, dad was assigned to be a paratrooper. However, during his service there were not enough servicemen to attend the training school. As a result, he was assigned as an MP (Military Police). Dad was stationed in the Army in Japan and was called up to the line the day that the treaty was signed ending the Korean War.


He entered the Army January 27th, 1953. He completed basic training at Camp Polk, Louisianna. Eventually he was stationed in Japan, assigned to the 187th Regimental Combat Team where he received the Combat Infantryman Badge and the UN and Korean Service Ribbons during three month’s Korean duty. He was transferred to the 1st Cavalry Division, still stationed in Japan.


My dad met one of his best buddies while he was in the Army. Jim and my dad kept in contact on and off throughout their lives. In 1977, our family took a tour of the United States and during this camping tour, we spent three nights with Jim at his farm in Iowa.

After he was discharged, my dad had two girlfriends—including my mom! I don’t know what happened, but my dad and mom ended up breaking up. Eventually, my parents got back together and were married shortly after. Together they had two children: my brother in 1960 and me in 1962. I still live in the house they built in 1961.


It is my dad’s influence I am sure, that led me to marry a military man. My husband was a Marine and fought in the Vietnam War. Once he returned home, he eventually was impacted by Agent Orange and died of pancreatic cancer in October of 1993. Dad and my husband were very close. My husband made my dad promise that my parents would help me raise our kids. Dad stayed true to that promise.


After my husband passed, I moved into my parent’s house with the kids. My dad built an apartment in the barn on the property. My parents lived there to help with my kids. It was a perfect set up as they no longer needed a big house to care for but were next door if they wanted to visit. I always joked that Dad was my maintenance man. Dad always instilled hard work into all of us, including his grandchildren. He taught my son to detail a car and have it shining so much so that a fly wouldn’t even land on it.


Though he was so helpful, my dad also had a temper. My kids still laugh about the different little temper tantrums he would throw. Something as simple as a shovel left outside in the garden would make him mad. But he was so good to us all. The highlight of his life after the service was his family. He was very close with all his grandkids. He loved them all, although with my brother living in Springfield it was not possible for him to be as close to them.


Dad always had a sense of service and had joined the Ross County Shriner’s club. With the club during the Ross County Fair, he took care of the booth selling ice. He would spend hours calling people and getting them signed up to work. He would be at the fair every day to make sure the shifts were covered. Dadbrought in a lot of money this way and they were able to take two bus trips down to the Shriner’s Hospital for Children in Cincinnati. He was always so proud to give them the check of the proceeds from their ice booth.


Another highlight of his life after his service was his Honor Flight on April 15, 2017 as part of Mission 80. I was honored to get to be on the same flight and witness his experience with the organization I have grown to love so much over the years. After his flight, he told everyone and anyone that had been in the service to go on their Honor Flight. He said it was one of the best days of his life.


For his Welcome Home celebration, my kids surprised him at the airport where we could all experience it together. If he were here today, he would still talk about his trip. In fact, just a couple of days before he died, he was telling someone in the rehab center that they needed to go on their Honor Flight. He made me bring them an application.

He shared with so many Veterans how well Honor Flight Columbus took care of every detail during the flight day. He told them ‘You won’t want for anything!’ He was just so impressed with the organization. Once his health deteriorated, I would arrange for someone to spend the day with him while I was away volunteering with Honor Flights. One day when I went to leave, he teared up. I asked him, ‘do you want me to cancel my trip?’ He told me no. He said, ‘I don’t like it when you are gone, but I love what you are doing. Just keep making them feel as loved as you made me feel. I hope you do it forever.’ So, every trip I go on, I have to say a little something to my dad. He is why I started volunteering for this organization, and he is why I still volunteer. I want to make every Veteran know how much we appreciate their service to our country, just as my dad felt on his Honor Flight.”

 

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