Frederick J. Nachman

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My father kept very orderly records. Several years after his death in 1973, I found the Record Jacket containing his papers from World War II and potential Korean War service. He didn’t talk much about the Army – combat exempt because of his eyesight, he spent most of the war as an MP in a POW camp in western Illinois – so I know very few details about those years.

One document piqued my interest.

After graduating college in 1938, Dad lived in Chicago with his parents and brother in a small apartment at 7300 S. South Shore Dr. and worked downtown as a CPA. He either enlisted or was drafted into the U.S. Army in late April 1942. The inductees from a certain South Side area would report to Local Board No. 90 at 2474 E. 75th St. for transport to the Induction Station at 515 S. Franklin St. (neither building exists).

I have no idea how many men this entailed or the process whereby my father was chosen as a Leader. Among eleven instructions for the “journey” downtown: “You are responsible for the safe arrival and good conduct of your party.” Given this most likely entailed a 10-mile bus ride, I doubt Dad had few if any serious issues to manage.

At age 33, with twin 18-month-old sons, my father’s face turned ashen (so my mother told) after opening an Army induction notice in August 1950. How he avoided that is grist for another Storied Stuff.

Frederick J. Nachman

Frederick J. Nachman is a retired corporate communications/investor relations consultant, semiprofessional photographer and still a diehard Chicago White Sox fan.

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