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 William P. Purdue '54

 

No. 19914            

April 27, 1932 -  December 17, 1957

Died in Washington, DC

Interred in West Point Cemetery, NY

 

William Pace ‘Bill Purdue was born on April 27, 1932 at Schofield Barracks, Oahu, HI to Captain Branner Pace and Carolyn Purdue. The Army community knew Bill as a skinny youngster, unaware that he would grow into a 6-foot, 1-inch cadet at West Point. By high school, he proved to be an outstanding athlete, a star track man running the high hurdles and the quarter mile. He was an excellent student as well and received an appointment to West Point in 1950 from the state of Arkansas.

   Bill’s life as an Army brat prepared him for the rigors of the Academy, and he was one of those cadets who seemed unfazed by the  system.  Assigned  to Company B of the First Brigade, he made friends easily and was popular in the barracks. From the beginning, Carlton Crowell, the track coach, took Bill under his wing. Bill’s dad, now Brigadier General Purdue (Class of ’25), had coached track in the Army and coached his son, as well. Brigadier General Purdue and Coach Crowell corresponded regularly about Bill’s development. By his sophomore year, Bill had become one of the country’s premier high hurdlers. He ran one of his best races in Madison Square Garden in the 60-meter high hurdles as a yearling. His chief competition was the Olympic gold medal winner Harrison Dillard. It was a photo finish, a dead heat in record time; the judges felt compelled to give first place to the Olympic gold medalist, but Bill had made his mark.

   Another track memory was Bill’s outstanding race in 1952 ArmyNavy meet. Then President Harry Truman and Brigadier General Purdues first cousin, Secretary of the Army Frank Pace, saw Bill win the high hurdles in an ArmyNavy-meet record time. The president awarded Bill his first place medal with his cousin proudly looking on.

   After the 1951 scandal that saw most of the varsity football team dismissed, the Class of ’54 was called on to fill the gap. Coach Red Blaik ran into Bill walking across the parade field and asked him if he had ever played football. Bill’s answer was, No, sir, but I would like to try.

   When Coach Crowell  heard  about it, he confronted Coach Blaik: “You can’t have Purdue; you are going to ruin Army’s All-American hurdler!” Coach Blaik replied, He wants to play, and he will. And play he did.

   Brigadier General Purdue had developed cancer and was dying in the fall of 1952. Bill visited him in Walter Reed Army Hospital just before the Army vs. Penn football game. At the end of the visit his dad told him to get out there and play football. Bill was the hero of the game, catching a short pass to take the ball to Penn’s 20 yard line. On the next play, he took a pitchout from the quarterback and sprinted to the end zone. There were only 44 seconds left in the game, sealing a victory for Army.  

  A newspaper article said, “Purdue had something besides blazing speed to recommend him. It is that certain  spark plus an intangible ability to make the right move at the right time.

   Those who knew Bill may have wondered how a young man—strong, healthy, and full of life—and a non-smoker could have died of complications due to lung cancer at the age of 25. His sister Lynsey provides the following story.

   “In early 1942 our father received orders to Camp Hood, TX. We rented a house in nearby Temple across the street from a doctor and his family. Doc was a radiologist who was basically experimenting with radiation, a relatively new procedure at that time. Bill had developed asthma, and Doc treated Bill’s lungs with radiation. He also treated his son (who was Bill’s age) for asthma and his granddaughter (who was my age) in the pelvic area with radiation at about the same time.

   “Later all three would die of cancer of the treated areas within a year or two of one another.

   “It was a bitter blow for my mother who, of course, held herself at least partially responsible. I had the typical younger sister admiration for my brother and was also devastated. My unanswered question has been, Where is he spending eternity?" That question was not settled in my own life until 1984, when I committed my life to the Lord. As for Bill, I do know there was a period in his short life when he was looking, and my hope is that he arrived at that revelation sometime in the hours before he breathed his last.

   Time is moving on rapidly, and those classmates who are reading this do not have many years left here on earth. Jesus said that He is the way, the truth, and the life, and that no man comes to the Father except by Him. If you have not done so, I pray you will seek Him while He may be found.”

   To close, Bill epitomized the young combat leaders that West Point graduates in every class. His  troops in the 187th Airborne Infantry at Fort Campbell, KY respected and admired him and placed a plaque in the chapel in his memory. Bill’s early death was a blow to all who knew and loved him. The Army was surely deprived of an officer destined for the highest command responsibilities. He fought the cancer the way he lived his life—all in!

Bill & Lynsey Klein

 
 

Originally published in TAPS, Summer 2017

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