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Thomas Cato West
Thomas Cato West was born on 7 August 1932 in Washington, DC and was appointed to West Point by Senator Eastland of Mississippi. He entered on 3 July 1951 and was in Company A 2. He played Hockey his 4th and 3rd Class years, graduated on 7 June 1955 and commissioned a 2nd Lieutenant in the US Army in the Infantry.
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How I got my appointment to West Point
GO TO WEST POINT??? Forget about it!!!!! That place was nuthin but a 'fish bowl' and I wasn't one of the 'fish'. I couldn't even get a 'date' because of those guys, unless I waited up till lights out. Maybe that was my secret motive for becoming 'one of them'.
I wish Gerry Green, Schick or Jack Viney were around to tell their stories so we could compare notes.
Yes I was raised at The United States Military Academy and, as someone once said, 'it sure would be a nice place if it weren't for the Cadets!' I don't mean to imply that it wasn't a nice place to live. I had no worries: three squares a day, a dog, a gun and lots of places to go huntin and fishin, out Round Pond way. Just south, Highland Falls, where I got my learnin, I graduated from high school with 53 others...... But then.... I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.
You might say I was Peck's bad boy. I smoked and my grades weren't any too good except in science, math and and that sorta thing. I loved sports, particularly football. One night the MPs picked me and one of the prettiest girls on post up for harassing the cadets and threw us in jail til our parents came to bail us out! The rest of the time I'd just hang out with friends and hunt and fish. I was shocked to learn, at my 50th HS Reunion, that me and my friend, Jimmy Hannigan would go out with our 22s and 'shoot' at each other in the woods. Never gave a thought to ricochet.
Long about Christmas my senior year, I went to my dad, who wasn't much into cussing, and told him that I wanted to drop out of school and join the Navy. Well seems as he didn't think that that was such as a swift idea! He told me to get my ass back into school and I could do anything I wanted to AFTER I graduated.
Two weeks after I graduated from high school I joined the Army at 17. (Don't ask what happened to the Navy.) I was the proudest E-1 you ever saw in my summer khakis. Even then I had little interest in West Point. I loved my family and had no problems at home but I was one of those kids that just wanted to try my 'wings' early. Little did I know that my father had other ideas.
Did I tell you that I enlisted in the 1802nd Special Regiment, yes the one AT West Point, and I was assigned to the US Army Band. Don't ask what instrument I played. I spent the summer as a 'book binder' at Post Headquarters until the fall when I was reassigned to the USMA Prep School at Stewart AFB. What the hell was I doing there? (See the deviousness of my father) and what the hell, it was as good as anything else at the time, hangin out with all those OLD service guys, some 21 like Ryan and Moss. I played along and, because I was the son of an Army Officer, I took the entrance exams and passed that spring, but not high enough for an appointment.
A little aside, Scotty Adams, our Classmate was at USMAPS and we all took the physical together. And, as luck would have it, Scotty was too short by about an inch. I remember several of us hittin him over the head to raise a bump til he passed.
Qualified and still no appointment. Yes, we walked the halls of Congress which yielded only a third alternate from Mississippi. What to do what to do? I was not worried. Remember I wasn't particularly interested in being one of 'you' guys.
A week before the fateful 3 July date, my father, unbeknownst to me, called his Classmate, Red Blaik, and told him he had a son (me) fully qualified and no appointment and could he help out? Red, God rest his soul, got on the phone and thru the good offices of the Folberg family of Mississippi, got me an appointment from Senator Jim Eastland and I was in.
I, like all of us, wonder what role fate (I call it God) plays in our lives as we have wended our way along this mortal coil. For example, I went Army Aviation flight school directly out of West Point. (Point of interest: We were the first and last class to do so) I had passed the Class 1 flight physical at the WP Hospital and wasn't due one until a year later which was AFTER I got my wings. Well when the time for my first flight physical, I flunked. I was color blind, a condition which neither improves nor degrades with time. What to do, what to do? Well in typical Army fashion they sent me to Valhalla, Walter Reed Army Medical Center, a place where I first saw light of day lo those many years past on 7 August 1932, and turned me over to the 'powers that be'. Two young Captain eye doctors took me to the airfield at Ft Belvoir and had the tower shoot red , green and white lights at me standing there on the ground and ask the color. I passed with flying colors (pardon the pun) and the doctors went back and issued me 'waiver' for unlimited flying resulting in 26 years of accident free flying. I did have a minor incident at the Naval Test Pilot school but........that's ANOTHER story!
CATO
19 AUG 2010
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Branch Selection
You guys that KNEW what you were going to do since you were weaned turn me off. Not my stripe.
When it got down to me in the branch drawing, the second day, the 'Old Lady was still there standin strong with NO other branches available!!!!!!! I hadn't thought about it much, the branch selection or graduation that is.
What to do what to do??????
The good news is that there was ONE Air Force slot.......
What to do what to do? Air Force or Army?
Well remember that we had to choose ONE of the three electives; Airborne, Ranger, or Army Aviation(new). Air force was too snuttie for me and I was never big on eating snakes up to my butt in the mud.... So the answer was obvious.
I remembered all those guys in WWII who came home with stars and Airborne wings. The modern day answer for us was GO ARMY AVIATION. I picked airborne as well... And we good guys trotted off to flight school directly out of West Point, the good guys bein Massey, McNair, Welter and others. I was a white bar before I ever got back to Benning....and had already commanded a Platoon in the BIG RED ONE, 16TH Infantry. I had more tassels and presidential unit citations than Sergeant York!!!! ( A little aside....Our Class was the first and last Class to go directly to Army flight school before branch school.)
Anyway I digress.
Remember that one Air Force slot? Well when I turned it down and went with the Queen, Dempsey Davis, who would have given his, well U no what, to go into the Air Force, he was next, cried Eureka, and booked that slot. He came over and thanked me profusely.
The rest is history. Those below me that second day, and there weren't many, went Infantry.
Epilog: Army Aviation is now a BRANCH. Mc Nair got his 2 stars. But for the most part it was too early for us.
Cato:)
10 JUN 2011
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War Story
someone once told me if I was ever asked to 'pick' a Command.....to take the worst of the bunch. That way you could only improve the unit while in command.
Well it happend. In Nam, my second tour, the Transportation Group Commander asked me which Company in the Group(there were 13) I wanted to Command. I chose the 604th in Pleiku which was known by most as the 'penal colony' in most circles because if you frigged up in the Group thats where they sent you. I found out WHY when I got there! Two weeks in Command my supply sergeant got 'fragged'(blown away) before 'fragging' was popuar. Lots of potheads and the troops used to sleep in the bunkers because we used to get rocketed several times a week. My hoochie got blown away one night.
So I set two goals to accomplish during my 6 months in command.
The troops had begun but didn't finish a swimming pool during previous days and all it was doing was collecting water and drowning the rats that happened across it at nite.
The second was to completely rebuild a Huie Helicopter which was on our books in number only. I'm sure you all are familiar with 'cannabalizing' for parts. Well thin was cannabalized to a tail number only including the skids.
Thru some slick horse trading I was able to complete the swimming pool, filter chairs and all and since I had a DS Aircraft Maintnance Company I had all the 'parts' and labor to build and assemble a brand new helicopter.
I was never so happy to see that six months pass and I DON'T reccommend taking the advice that got me there.
So much for war stories.
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Thomas Cato West
Elaine West called me at noon today to advise that Tommy West had passed away yesterday, Memorial Day, May 30, 2016. He was 83 years of age, only a couple of months short of his 84th birthday. Tommy had suffered from cancer for over a year or possibly more, undergone chemotherapy at Walter Reed and other treatments, only to have the cancer reoccur.
He returned to his home in Haymarket, VA, and had been under Hospice Care for months. His wife, Elaine, son, two daughters and grandchildren were with him at the time of his passing. His desires were to be buried at Arlington National Cemetery and Fairfax Memorial Funeral Home will handle those arrangements. The family has not determined all other details at this time, however due to the waiting period for Arlington services, there will likely be an earlier Memorial and Prayer Service, pending the Arlington funeral with full military honors 3-4 months away, with a mass at the Fort Myer Chapel at that time before interment at Arlington.
Faithfully,
CARL
Carl H. McNair, Jr.
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Thomas Cato West

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