He weighed one hundred and twelve pounds.
The Marines turned him down. The Navy turned him down. The Army paratroopers said he didn’t have the build.
So he forged a birth certificate, lied about his age, and convinced the regular Army infantry to take him at the age of seventeen.
His name was Audie Leon Murphy. He was born in a sharecropper’s house in Hunt County, Texas, on June 20, 1925, the seventh of twelve children. His mother died when he was sixteen. His father had walked out years before that. He dropped out of school in the fifth grade to pick cotton and shoot rabbits to feed his younger brothers and sisters.
When America entered World War II, Audie tried to enlist with every branch he could find. They all said the same thing. He was too small. He was too young. He was too thin.
The Army gave him a uniform in 1942.
By 1945, that 112-pound farm boy from Texas would become the most decorated American soldier of the entire war.
He earned thirty-three medals. The Medal of Honor. The Distinguished Service Cross. Two Silver Stars. The Legion of Merit. Three Purple Hearts. Two Bronze Stars. Decorations from France. Decorations from Belgium.
He killed approximately two hundred and forty enemy soldiers in combat.
He watched almost everyone in his original company die around him.
And then, on January 26, 1945, on a snow-covered field outside a small village in France called Holtzwihr, he did something that has no real comparison in the history of American warfare.
HOLTZWIHR
It was bitterly cold that day. The Alsace region of France was buried in snow. American forces had been pushing east toward the Rhine for weeks, and the Germans were fighting hard to slow them down.
Second Lieutenant Audie Murphy, twenty years old, was commanding what was left of Company B, 1st Battalion, 15th Infantry Regiment, 3rd Infantry Division. His company had been at full strength of 128 men when the campaign began. By that afternoon at Holtzwihr, he had nineteen men left.
He had also been wounded twice already in the war. His leg was bandaged under his uniform from a hit he had taken just a day earlier.
At approximately 1400 hours, the Germans came across the snow toward his position.
Six tanks. About two hundred and fifty infantry.
Murphy’s nineteen men against more than two hundred and fifty.
He had two American M10 tank destroyers in support. The crews of both vehicles were inexperienced. When the German tanks opened fire at 1410 hours, one of the M10s took a direct hit and burst into flames. The crew bailed out into the snow and ran for the trees behind Murphy’s position. The second M10 backed into a ditch and could not move.
Murphy ordered his nineteen men to fall back to the cover of the woods.
He stayed forward.
He picked up his field telephone, called back to the 3rd Infantry Division artillery, and began directing fire on the advancing German positions.
When the Germans pushed closer, the artillery spotter on the other end of the telephone told Murphy that further fire would be too close to his own location.
“That’s all right,” Murphy said into the receiver. “I’m dug in.”
He was not dug in. He was standing in the open.
He kept directing fire. The artillery rounds were landing close enough to throw snow up around him.
Then he turned around and saw the still-burning M10 tank destroyer.
The vehicle was on fire from the engine compartment back. Black smoke was pouring out of the rear deck. Its ammunition was still loaded inside the hull, and could detonate at any moment.
The .50 caliber machine gun on top of the turret was still operational.
Murphy climbed onto the burning tank destroyer.
He took hold of the .50 caliber, kept the field telephone in his other hand, and began firing the machine gun at the advancing German infantry while continuing to direct artillery fire by phone.
For the next hour, that is what he did.
He stood on top of a burning American vehicle, on a snow-covered field in France, with bullets coming at him from six German tanks and waves of infantry trying to overrun his position, and he fired the .50 cal at the enemy while telling American gunners miles away exactly where to drop their shells.
The Germans came within ten yards of his position. A squad of twelve enemy soldiers crept down a ditch beside the burning tank destroyer to try to flank him. He turned the .50 caliber on them at point-blank range and killed every one.
When the artillery shells fell directly around him, scattering snow and shrapnel and shaking the burning vehicle beneath him, he did not move.
He stayed on top of the burning tank.
He killed or wounded approximately fifty German soldiers in that one hour.
The German advance broke. The tanks withdrew.
His company held the ground.
Murphy climbed down from the burning vehicle, leg bleeding through his uniform, and walked back to his men in the treeline.
He did not stop walking.
He led the nineteen men of Company B in a counterattack across the same field, pushing the Germans back into Holtzwihr by nightfall.
For his actions that afternoon, Audie Murphy was awarded the Medal of Honor.
The citation said he “single-handedly turned back the entire enemy advance and saved his company from annihilation.”
He was twenty years old.
THE BOY WHO CAME HOME
The war ended four months later.
Audie Murphy came home to Texas in June of 1945, twenty years old, the most decorated American soldier of World War II.
He weighed one hundred and forty pounds.
A photograph of his face on the cover of LIFE magazine made him famous overnight. Reporters mobbed him in San Antonio. Crowds turned out to see him in every town he visited. Texas threw a parade in his honor.
He smiled for the cameras. He shook the hands. He gave the speeches.
But every night, when the parades were over and the crowds went home, Audie Murphy laid down to sleep with a loaded Colt .45 semi-automatic pistol underneath his pillow.
He would do that every night for the next twenty-six years.
He could not sleep without it. The nightmares were constant. The smallest sound, a car backfiring in the street, a door slamming, a dog barking, would put him in a defensive position before he had finished waking up. He had trouble being in rooms with people behind him. He could not eat meals where the door was at his back.
There was no name for it yet. The medical establishment in 1945 called it “battle fatigue” or “soldier’s heart.” The Veterans Administration did not have programs for it. The treatment, when treatment was offered at all, was usually to tell the veteran to drink less and find a wife.
What Audie Murphy was carrying inside of him, the medical community would not formally name until 1980, when the term Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder entered the diagnostic manuals.
He carried it alone, for decades, with no name for it and no help for it.
THE HOLLYWOOD ACTOR WHO DID NOT WANT TO BE THERE
In 1948, the actor James Cagney saw the LIFE magazine cover of Audie Murphy and decided the young Texan should be in movies. Cagney brought him to Hollywood. Murphy did not want to be there. He had no acting experience. He had not finished the fifth grade.
But he needed money, and the Army was not paying him anymore.
He spent the next twenty years making movies. He made more than forty of them. Most were westerns. Most were forgettable.
He did not enjoy any of it.
“I made the same western forty times, just with different horses,” he said in 1967.
In 1949, he published a memoir called To Hell and Back, which became a bestseller. In 1955, Universal Pictures made a film of the memoir. They wanted Audie Murphy to play himself.
He refused at first. He suggested they cast Tony Curtis instead.
Eventually he agreed.
He was thirty years old playing his own teenage self in scenes that recreated the worst days of his life. He had to walk back onto reenacted battlefields. He had to wear his old uniform. He had to fire weapons at extras dressed as German soldiers.
People who worked on the set later said it was when his nightmares got worse, not better. The film became one of Universal Pictures’ biggest hits of the decade. Audie did not attend the premiere.
He was a movie star who never wanted to be a movie star. He gambled away most of his money. He bet on horses. He invested in oil wells that did not produce. He married twice. He had two sons. He drifted between Hollywood and Texas, never quite settling in either place.
But somewhere in the middle of all that, in the late 1960s, Audie Murphy did something almost no decorated American war hero of his generation had ever done.
He talked about it.
THE CONFESSION THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
In a series of interviews and public appearances in the late 1960s, Audie Murphy began to speak openly about what he had been carrying since 1945.
He talked about the nightmares.
He talked about the loaded gun under his pillow.
He talked about the addiction to sleeping pills that had nearly killed him, and how he had quit them cold turkey by locking himself in a hotel room for a week.
He talked about the panic, the rage, the inability to sleep, the inability to feel safe in his own home.
And he said something that, in 1968, no public American hero was supposed to say.
He said it was the war. He said the war had done this to him. He said it had done it to a lot of other men too, and that none of them were getting help, because there was no help to give.
He called for the federal government to fund mental health treatment for combat veterans. He lobbied Congress directly. He testified about veterans’ mental health needs.
He helped change the conversation.
When the Vietnam War ended a few years later and tens of thousands of American veterans came home with the same wounds Audie Murphy had been carrying since 1945, the early Vietnam-era programs for combat trauma owed a real debt to a Texas farm boy who had been willing to say out loud what no one before him had said.
In 1980, nine years after Audie Murphy’s death, the American Psychiatric Association formally added Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder to its diagnostic manual.
The men and women suffering from it had a name for what they had now.
They had treatment programs that were beginning to be funded.
They had a path to help that did not exist when Audie Murphy came home from Holtzwihr with a Medal of Honor and started sleeping with a loaded .45 under his pillow.
THE END
On May 28, 1971, Audie Murphy boarded a private twin-engine Aero Commander aircraft in Atlanta, Georgia, on a business trip. He was forty-five years old. The plane was carrying him and four other passengers, plus the pilot.
The weather over Virginia that day was bad. Heavy fog. Rain. Low ceilings.
The pilot, who was inexperienced with instrument flying, became disoriented in the clouds over Brush Mountain, near the town of Catawba, Virginia.
The plane crashed into the side of the mountain.
All six men aboard were killed.
It took three days to find the wreckage.
Audie Murphy was buried at Arlington National Cemetery on June 7, 1971, with full military honors. He was given a hero’s farewell. The ceremony was attended by veterans, by Medal of Honor recipients, by officials from the Department of Defense.
His grave is located in Section 46, directly across the road from the Memorial Amphitheater and the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
His headstone is the simplest one in that part of Arlington.
When Arlington National Cemetery later replaced the headstones of all Medal of Honor recipients with the new gold-leaf Medal of Honor markers, distinctive and ornate stones meant to honor the highest American military decoration, Audie Murphy’s family asked that his be left alone.
They asked that his headstone remain plain and inconspicuous.
That was what he had wanted in life. He never wore his medals to public events. He never put the Medal of Honor on his business cards or his book covers. He did not want a special grave. He did not want a special headstone. He wanted to be one of the men, lying among the rest of them.
His family honored that wish.
Today, his headstone reads simply:
AUDIE L MURPHY
TEXAS
MAJOR INFANTRY
WORLD WAR II
JUNE 20 1924
MAY 28 1971
MEDAL OF HONOR
DSC, SS, LM, BSM, PH
(The birth year was carved incorrectly on his original headstone. Audie was born in 1925, not 1924. The error was never corrected.)
THE MOST VISITED GRAVE AFTER A PRESIDENT’S
So many people came to visit Audie Murphy’s grave in the years after his burial that Arlington had to build a special paved walkway to accommodate the foot traffic.
His is now the second-most-visited gravesite in the entire cemetery.
The most-visited is President John F. Kennedy’s.
The third-most-visited is the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
A president of the United States. A war hero from a Texas sharecropper’s house. An eternal memorial to every soldier whose name is never known.
That is the order, at Arlington, of who Americans come to remember most.
Audie Murphy stands between them.
He did not want a monument. He did not want a gold-leaf headstone. He did not want a statue or a holiday or a parade.
He wanted, in life, to be remembered as one of the men.
That, somehow, has become the way he is remembered now.
A simple white stone in Section 46.
Two hundred yards from a president.
Across the road from the Unknown.
If you ever go to Arlington National Cemetery, you can find him without a map. Just follow the walkway. So many people have come to see him over the years that the path is worn smooth by the feet of strangers.
They go to leave coins on the headstone, as veterans sometimes do. They go to leave small American flags. Some leave handwritten notes thanking him for what he did at Holtzwihr.
Some leave notes thanking him for what he said about the nightmares.
For the boy from Hunt County who weighed 112 pounds and refused to be turned away by the Marines, the Navy, and the paratroopers.
For the lieutenant who stood on a burning American tank for one hour against six German tanks and saved his company.
For the man who came home and slept with a loaded .45 under his pillow for twenty-six years because no one had a name yet for what he was carrying.
For the war hero who finally said out loud, in public, that the war had hurt him and that other men were hurting too and that they deserved help.
A simple white stone.
Section 46.
Arlington National Cemetery.
May his name be remembered. May his story be told.
Audie Leon Murphy. June 20, 1925, to May 28, 1971.
Most decorated American soldier of World War II.
One of the men.
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