Tn. National Guard in Memphis April 1968

With the news coverage of the National Guard being sent into our cities to assist the police, I remember when my husband served in the Tennessee Army National Guard. In 1968, he was sent to Memphis, twice; once for the sanitation workers strike and a few days later when Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr., was killed. Despite the rioting, looting and fires, none of the demonstrators or rioters were killed. The Tennessee Army National Guard was commended for the way they handled the situation in Memphis.

“National Guard troops on Main Street, Memphis, 1968” (2021). Sanitation Workers Strike, 1968. 4.
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My husband and his brother were included in the National Guard troops sent to Memphis due to a riot that broke out during a march in support of the striking sanitation workers. Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., marched with the striking workers. The Civil Rights Movement was in full swing at that time with lots of marches and demonstrations. Most did not become violent, but this one did. A riot broke out and the local police could not contain it.

Striking sanitation workers and their supporters are flanked by bayonet-wielding National Guard troops and armored vehicles during a march on City Hall in Memphis, Tenn., on March 29, 1968, one day after a similar march erupted in violence.
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Tennessee’s governor ordered the National Guard to Memphis to assist the Memphis police in maintaining law and order. After a few days, the city settled down and the Guard withdrew. My husband came home and went back to work.

On April 4, 1968, Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. was shot and killed in Memphis as he stood on the balcony of the Lorraine Motel.

While ironing my husband’s starched uniforms (they didn’t have the nice, wrinkle-free uniforms back then), I was in front of the TV when the announcement came on that Rev. King had been killed. I knew the Guard would call my husband at work and he would hit the door running as they had only a short time to report. I hurriedly finished the ironing, got our things together for him, our four-month-old baby, and myself. My husband dropped us off at my parents house, which was on the way to the National Guard Armory where he was to report.

Fear and anxiety filled my parents house as we waited for word from my husband and my sister. We watched reports on television of the rioting, the looting and the buildings set on fire, not just in Memphis, but in every city across the country.

At the time, my sister was attending school in Memphis. Her campus and dormitory were close to Beale Street, the center of the rioting. My mother tried to call her, but the phone lines were so jammed that no one could get through. (No cell phones or internet back then.) Not only did I worry about my husband and brother-in-law, I worried about my sister who might be caught up in the violence. It was a number of days before my sister finally got a call through. She was safe at her boy-friend’s (later husband’s) parent’s house in the suburbs. No calls from my husband.

When it was over and my husband returned home, he told us what it was like. I was right to be frightened.

“National Guardsmen, Memphis, 1968” (2021). Memphis Sanitation Workers’ Strike, 1968. 127.
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In some other states where the National Guard was deployed for rioting, they carried rifles but no ammunition. Because the rioters knew they could not fire without being issued ammunition, they were less effective in keeping the peace. In Memphis, the Guard issued live ammunition to every soldier with orders not to load their guns unless specifically ordered to. After being mocked by locals, the men decided to display their ammo on their helmets, so everyone could see it. Although not condoned by their officers, the move made an impression on belligerent locals who threatened to attack them.

At times my husband’s unit was assigned to accompany Memphis police officers on their calls. This show of force enabled the police to safely do their duty. The guard also patrolled the streets in trucks and jeeps. In the worst areas, they lined the streets to prevent violence.

They also protected fire fighters. One time when a rioter set a building on fire, my husband’s squad accompanied the fire department to the scene. The perpetrators shot at the firemen and the Guardsmen from a nearby building. The National Guard accompanied the police into the apartment building they suspected the shooter was using. They went door to door, kicked in the door and entered the apartment. As police officers know, someone could be standing on the other side of the door with a gun, ready to shoot when the door is kicked open. It’s dangerous work. Yet to the credit of the police officers and the National Guardsmen, no one was killed. The shooter was not found. He probably left the building when the other tenants were evacuated.

As I said, the Guardsmen were called to duty on very short notice. Many didn’t have time to grab personal items like razors, toothbrushes, shampoo, etc. When off duty, they slept in an empty airplane hanger – on concrete floors with only a single, thin, Army blanket. No warm beds, no sleeping bags, no hot showers, nothing. Other times they slept underneath two-and-a-half-ton trucks, which wasn’t much better. Needless to say, after a few days they looked and felt pretty raunchy.

Local merchants were happy to have the National Guard on patrol. My husband said that a doughnut shop gave them the keys and let them have as many free doughnuts as they wanted. Many of the men didn’t have much cash on them. Some had paychecks they needed to cash. A local bank let the armed Guardsmen come inside in small groups and cash their checks. My husband said it felt strange to go in a bank armed with a rifle, but he needed to cash a check. (No ATM’s)

My heart goes out to the two National Guardsmen who were shot in Washington D.C. on Nov. 26, 2025. Sarah Beckstrom died and Andrew Wolfe was critically wounded. I pray for Andrew’s recovery and I pray for their families and loved ones. Just like our military stationed all over the world, the National Guardsmen deserve our support and our prayers for their safety.

Summer of Sorrow and Excitement

This summer has been tumultuous, filled with sorrow and excitement. The sorrow was the unexpected death of my brother-in-law and the expected loss of my uncle. The excitement came at the Romance Writers of America Conference in Atlanta.

In the latter part of June my husband got the call telling him he’d lost his brother. Quite a blow for brothers so close. We live seven hundred miles apart but they talked so often that it seemed they were together all the time.

Dwight & Pat - Brothers Working Together
Dwight & Pat – Brothers Working Together

Dwight had a rare disease and we knew each day was a gift. After being diagnosed with heart failure we thought he had only a few months. But the specialist he saw at Vanderbilt happened to have worked with a physician in Boston who was on the forefront of research about the disease. Dwight went to Boston for treatment – chemo and stem cell transplant. It almost killed him. But he responded well to the treatment, returned home and gained strength. They  told him the damage to his heart could never be reversed but it would not get worse. That was six years ago. Six precious years – a gift from modern medicine with help from a higher power.

Dwight
Dwight

Dwight had a military funeral. We were grateful for the honor shown to him for his service in the Tennessee National Guard. Both Dwight and my husband served in the National Guard during the Vietnam War era. The. National Guard wasn’t appreciated back then (that’s putting it mildly). But their father, having served in Europe under Gen. George Patton during World War II, swore his sons would not go through what he went through. Without their knowledge he arranged for the brothers to join and brought them the paperwork to sign. They really didn’t have a choice. There was no arguing with their father about it. He understood why the National Guard would not be sent to Vietnam. They didn’t. They just knew they were in.

The Tennessee National Guard was part of the 30th Division. As such, they were pledged do defend Europe as part of our NATO treaty agreements. They couldn’t be sent to Vietnam because they had to be available to be sent to Germany if the Russians attacked. Back then, the Cold War was on and at times heated up when tension rose between the two super powers. Some believed that the Russians would take advantage of our involvement in Southeast Asia and would make advances in Europe while we were otherwise occupied. It was important that we did not forget our committment in Europe.

As part of the Tennessee National Guard, Dwight and my husband saw action keeping the peace on the streets of Memphis after the assassination of Rev. Martin Luther King. Frightening times with rioting in the streets of almost every major city in the country. Snipers shot at firemen and the Guard had to stop the snipers. And the looting and the violence. They did a good job and were commended for their handling of the situation in Memphis.  Years of  intensive training followed so that the Guard units would be able to handle any domestic situation from flooding rivers to riots.

Dwight deserved the honor. So did my uncle who passed away the day we buried Dwight. Uncle Roland served during World War II. They say on the news that we are losing these veterans every day. I can personally vouch for that. Uncle Roland was ninety and had been ill for some time. Like my other family members who served in that war, by the time I realized I should talk to them about it (if they would have talked to me) it was too late. I do know that Uncle Roland was in the Pacific Theatre and served as part of the first occupation forces in Japan. I was pleased to learn that his children, grandchildren and even great-grandchildren are interested in preserving the WWII memories of our family. So I plan to pursue research into Uncle Roland’s service as well as my other uncles who served.SONY DSC

I mentioned at the beginning the excitement of the RWA Conference in Atlanta. Wow! It’s hard to convey the experience. My first national conference turned out better than I imagined. Frightened at the prospect of stepping way out of my comfort zone, I made up my mind that I was going and that I was going to get as much out of the event as possible while trying to remain calm. Everyone told me to have fun but I didn’t really believe I would. I was pleasantly surprised that I did. I cannot describe the feeling of being surrounded by two thousand plus talented writers, both published and unpublished. And sprinkled throughout were literary agents and editors from numerous publishing houses. I’m please to say that I pitched my WWII love story to both editors and agents and now I’m busy sending it off – synopsis, partial manuscript and full manuscript to the ones who wanted to see it. No guarantees – but I’m thrilled to have these professionals look at it. Putting me a big step closer to being published.

We have to celebrate our triumphs while we can. Life is too short, even if you make it to 90. Every day is precious. And sorrow comes to us all. We must have the strength and the courage to keep going. And for me, that means keep writing.