Honoring those who served… and those who remembered

Today is Memorial Day, and The Legal Genealogist pauses to honor those who have served… and those who have remembered them.

Members of my family have served America since before it was the United States. The earliest soldiers I can document are Nicholas Gentry, who served around 1680 in the militia at the Mattapony Garrison in Virginia,¹ and William Pettypool, who served around 1701-02 in the Charles City County (Virginia) Dragoons.² We have one line proved to the Revolutionary War³ and at least two likely but not fully documented, and the roll goes on through the War of 1812, the Civil War, World War I (on both sides), World War II and up to and including today.⁴

We honor and we thank them all for their service.

But I want to focus on just a few people today… a cousin I never met… and the friends without whom he might have been forgotten.

Philip Cottrell c1920

Philip Cottrell was born in South Dakota 16 April 1920⁵ to John W. Cottrell, my grandfather’s brother, and Abigail Claymore, John’s second wife.⁶ John had a daughter, Mattie, by his first marriage;⁷ Philip was Abigail’s only child.⁸

Abbie was Miniconjou — a Lakota Sioux — recorded in the 1910 census as 3/8ths Indian and 5/8ths white.⁹ Philip, then, was 3/16ths Indian, though the 1935 South Dakota census recorded him as half Indian, half white.¹⁰

Whatever the percentage was, he was clearly proud of it and of the name his mother gave him with her people. In her careful writing on the back of a photograph, Abbie told him: “Cheyesa is the Indian name I’ve given you. It means Victorious or `He who wins or else’ – Always a Winner. I hope you live up to your name.”¹¹

Phil certainly tried to live up to that name.

He was a South Dakota Golden Gloves boxing champion and the first in his family to go to college, first attending the South Dakota State College in 1939-40¹² and then receiving an appointment by Rep. Francis Case, in 1941, to the U.S. Naval Academy at Annapolis.¹³

Philip Cottrell 1943

By 1942, however, Philip — like many enrolled in the nation’s service academies — had opted out of the classroom and into active duty, resigning from the Naval Academy in May 1942 in favor of the Marine Corp air wing. He wanted to fly — and he earned both his wings and a second lieutenant’s commission at Corpus Christi, Texas, in 1943.¹⁴

Five muster rolls at Ancestry.com record his presence in musters for additional training in California.¹⁵

He was assigned to a training squadron at the Mojave Marine Corps Air Station — a station which saw four pilots killed in training accidents between the 13th of August and the 7th of September in 1943.¹⁶

And the first to die in those terrible weeks… Philip Cottrell.

Philip’s roommate, Lieut. James Seay, told a local newspaper:

The squadron had gone up about 2:30 p.m. to get in a couple hours of target practice. Phil was piloting the tow plane. When he attempted to let out the long target sleeve, it became entangled and wouldn’t unfold. Having no target to shoot at, the squadron decided to go back to the base. Phil was to pull in the “sleeve” and follow them in. Apparently, the target was blown up against the side of the engine as Phil was hauling it toward the cockpit, and it became ignited. His plane afire, Lt. Cottrell had no choice but to jump. It is believed the fuselage of the plane struck him on the head as he leaped. He never pulled the ripcord.

After ten hours of searching, Lt. Cottrell’s body was found “on the side of a mountain, several miles from his shattered plane.” His remains were returned to South Dakota, accompanied by Lt. Seay, and he was buried with military honors at the Greenwood cemetery.¹⁷

Phil never married, his parents are both long gone, his half-sister Mattie died in 1980.¹⁸ My mother, Phil’s first cousin, never spoke of him. The only reference to him was in a note my grandmother wrote in 1951 when the family learned of John’s death: “We got word today that John had passed away Apr. 12 – John Cottrell, Mobridge S. Dak. His only son Ens Philip Cottrell was killed over the Mohave Desert in a Navy training plane in 1942.”¹⁹ That information didn’t even have the service info correct.

So who would remember Philip any more? And, when South Dakota put together its World War II Memorial²⁰ and dedicated it in September 2001, who in South Dakota would care?

The answer — one I am so very grateful for — is the Coffin family of South Dakota. Roy H. Coffin (1920-2010) was Phil’s closest friend, who himself saw active duty in the U.S. Navy during World War II.²¹

When South Dakota began the process of putting together its World War II Memorial, it asked members of the public to particularly honor family members by sponsoring their names in a Registry of Remembrance. Roy’s youngest sister, Mary R. (Coffin) Giddings of Fort Pierre, S.D., responded by including remembrances for brothers Earl, Roger (killed in action in 1944), Roy, and Zane and sister June who served in World War II. You can see their names here by choosing Registry of Remembrance in the left menu and then entering Coffin in the search box.

But that’s not all. Mary didn’t stop there: “I hadn’t heard of any Cottrells in this area and I wanted Phil to be remembered.”²² And, today, if you enter Cottrell in that search box, there he is. Philip Cottrell. Donor: Mary R. Coffin Giddings.

And that’s not all. At the dedication of the Memorial on 15 September 2001, dogtags with the names of all those who fell in World War II were placed on the markers. Family members were invited, at the end of the dedication ceremonies, to take the dogtags for those they lost. Again, no-one from the Cottrell family was there. But the Coffins — Roy and Mary — were there: “After all the ceremonies were over and no one claimed Phil’s dog tags (hung on the crosses commemorating those killed in W.W.II), Roy took them home with him.”²³

And even that’s not all. We had no — repeat no — photos of Philip. Mary sent the one you see here of Philip in his uniform and a copy of the memorial text that’s now on the SD WWII Memorial site. Her sister, June (Coffin) Livesey of Georgia, who had boarded with John and Abigail as a schoolgirl, sent information we’d never have had otherwise. The whole family helped us locate Philip’s cousins on his mother’s side, from whom we received more photos, including the baby photo here.

Without Mary and her family, without their friendship for Phil, without their help, my family — all of us who are Phil’s cousins — would have missed out on so much.

So, this Memorial Day, we are grateful for all those who have served and we pause to honor them and offer our thanks.

But we are grateful for and pause, as well, to honor those who have remembered our fallen when we ourselves could not.

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