By Chester Nez
He's the single unique international conflict II Navajo code talker nonetheless alive—and this can be his tale . . .
His identify wasn’t Chestesr Nez. That used to be the English identify he was once assigned in kindergarten. And in boarding college at citadel Defiance, he was once punished for talking his local language, because the lecturers sought to rid him of his tradition and traditions. yet discrimination didn’t cease Chester from answering the decision to safeguard his kingdom after Pearl Harbor, for the Navajo have constantly been warriors, and his upbringing on a brand new Mexico reservation gave him the strength—both actual and mental—to excel as a marine.
in the course of international conflict II, the japanese had controlled to crack each code the U.S. used. but if the Marines grew to become to its Navajo recruits to increase and enforce a mystery army language, they created the one unbroken code in sleek warfare—and helped guarantee victory for the USA over Japan within the South Pacific.
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We can do that,” said Roy quietly. ” “Ouu,” I said in Navajo, biting the word off like the English word oat. Yes. Of course we had practiced landing: the climb down the rope nets, the rifle, the grenades, our packs jammed full of the necessities of war. But this time enemy fire tore into the water and ricocheted off the ship. Men cried out—wild, startled shouts. Our legs trembled and hands shook. Nothing was the same. We code talkers did not disembark in the dangerous first assault wave. Apparently, Marine command deemed our mission too critical.
My sister Dora’s house is wired for electricity, but she still has no power. ” That was in 2007. Dora’s house is located on the Checkerboard land where Chester grew up. She died in 2008, still with no electricity. The account of Chester’s life is important because it tells of a people whose deeds have too often been overlooked. I believe this is the first book to tell of the full life experience of a code talker who grew up as most Navajos then did—herding sheep, attending boarding school, eking out a day-to-day living.
Younger Auntie went for sage, returning with an armful of the silvery-leafed plant. Old Auntie pounded the sage with a rock, poured a bit of water into a can, added the sage, and heated it over the fire. She let it cool a bit, then applied the mush to the goat’s leg, wrapping it with strips of cloth to hold it in place. “By morning he’ll be much better,” she said. I fell asleep that night to the aroma of roasting porcupine. In the morning we’d have a delicious breakfast, with meat that tasted much like pork.