
Gordon Kirk wanted to parachute into World War II battlefields. But because he was Black, and the U.S. Army was segregated, he wound up driving a troop truck instead — delivering soldiers and armor to the Battle of the Bulge at the end of 1944.
As Adolf Hitler's German army staged a last counteroffensive, sleep required that Kirk take cover under his truck near Bastogne in southern Belgium.
"The snow was deep on the hillside and we had our Army-issued coats, boots and sleeping bags that were so thin you could read a newspaper through them," said Kirk, now 100, while gazing out the window of his longtime home on Fuller Avenue in St. Paul's old Rondo neighborhood.
Kirk asked me to feel his chilled hands. He still suffers from lingering numbness, for which the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs (VA) agreed to compensate him years later.
Grasping Kirk's hands, as I did, made history tangible. Those hands steered vehicles and transported body bags at Omaha Beach six days after D-Day. They held a handkerchief over his nose as he joined Allied forces liberating the Nazi concentration camp in Dachau.
"I drove in the second day and the stench was so tough," he recalled. "The Jewish people we found were just skin and bones."
In the weeks that followed, Kirk's hands held DDT sprayers used to kill the lice that was clinging to enslaved Czech and Polish laborers who had built Hitler's highways and war machines.
After the war ended, Kirk's hands served diners on Northern Pacific trains before they piloted St. Paul streetcars through the 1950s. He remembers navigating the tricky incline in the tunnel where Selby Avenue met the Cathedral of St. Paul.