I Served During World War II

For three years, I served in the Pacific under General Douglas MacArthur. Due to my 1st sergeant rank, I had 244 men under my supervision. Numerous men were killed during the war and tried to take care of each other. Americans and Japanese were there!

When I was a youth, our family, the Robillards, lived in Lowell, Mass. Mom only spoke French, which was okay for the Lowell schools, but when we moved to Derry, N.H., only English was spoken. After completing sixth grade, I went to work. My two sisters and one brother also left school at an early age.

Horseshoe was a favorite pastime for all of us children and our friends. Making friends and helping people was always what desired to do. The whole world and everyone in it are my friends!

I was issued an automobile license when I was 16 years of age. I was permitted to drive a gray ford with a rumble seat- the speed limit was 20 miles an hour! A long, long time ago, Dad bought a Model T. Dad died at the age of 65 years.

I married my sweetheart, Jeannette, and we became parents of three boys and a girl. One of my sons was killed in Vietnam; he was only 18 years of age.

I was a carpenter. I made, sold and gave away numerous wooden tables. We were a Catholic family and we lived in Derry. Now I am a widower, I need lots of rest and sleep. Why? I am awake and out of bed at 3:00 a.m.

I’ve faithfully served as a volunteer at our Manchester, N.H. VAMC for 37 years. I arrive here at 5:30 a.m. six or seven days a week, I’m stationed at the outpatient section of our hospital. Making coffee and accepting and distributing delivered newspapers are part of my daily volunteer chores. I couldn’t live without this very worthwhile contribution to our great U.S. They need me, and I need them!