Colonel Roy Knight Jr. Is Coming Home

by Roy Knight III
June 12, 2019

He’s coming home…

In the next few weeks, my dad, Col Roy A. Knight, Jr. will be coming back to Texas, fifty-two years after his plane was shot down while he was attacking a target in northern Laos. He was listed as Missing in Action until 1974 when all MIA’s were declared Killed in Action. Since that time, there have been visits and two excavations in the area of his crash site in an attempt to recover Dad’s remains.

In early 2018, a Special Survey Team of the Defense POW/MIA Accounting Agency (DPAA) evaluated Dad’s crash site for further excavation. These very dedicated professionals, most of whom are active duty military from all branches of our armed services, included eight experts in their fields, covering disciplines ranging from explosives ordinance disposal, aircraft life support, linguists, medics, communications and forensic specialists. The Senior Recovery Expert on this team insisted that the site be excavated. Had he not been so adamant, our case would have been moved back to the bottom of the list again.

In February of this year, another 16-member Recovery Team spent almost a month on the site excavating and searching for my father’s remains. They included the Team Leader an Army Captain, a Team Sgt, a Senior Recovery Expert (Archeologist), two Explosive Ordinance Disposal airmen, a Life Support Investigator, two Medics, a photographer, a linguist, four Recovery NCO’s and two Comm personnel. They were successful in recovering various material items such as small pieces of torso harness, helmet and visor fragments, survival vest and parachute fragments among other items. Additional items recovered were small pieces of black Dymo label that were embossed with “MAJ” and “KNI” exactly as it appeared on the visor of Dad’s flight helmet. Finally, human remains were also recovered.

Last week we received word that the remains recovered were indeed positively identified as Col Roy A. Knight, Jr. We cannot say enough how grateful we are to those amazing members of the Teams who made the recovery of our father possible. The risk, privation, sacrifice and miserable hard work involved in this undertaking are a testimony to the fine men and women who serve in your Armed Forces. They have been relentless in their quest to make sure that no warrior is left behind. We are so very proud of them.

My dad’s remains currently are at the Central Identification Laboratory in Hawaii waiting to be escorted back to the Texas he loved, to be laid to rest next to his brothers and mother and father. The escort will be an O-6 (Colonel) or higher. We will be waiting on the ramp when he arrives in Dallas. He will be buried at Holder’s Chapel (named for his grandfather who founded it) in Cool, TX, among the post oaks that grow there. This is the land where he grew up; where he hunted, trapped, fished and played ball. It’s as Texas as you can get. And it’s family.

It has been a long haul. To all those who kept the faith and the memory of Dad, “Thank You.” Your support was more meaningful than you will ever know.

There will be a service with full military honors including a flyby of fighters. We will put the word out once the arrangements have been made for his service. I expect it will be well attended.

Dad is coming home.

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Graduation

Help Support Four Scholarships

To honor Lt. Jack L. Knight’s life four $500 scholarships have been established.


 

Two will be awarded to students at Weatherford Junior CollegeWeatherford Junior College, Jack’s alma mater. These will go to those who have parents in the military or whose parents are first responders.

 


 

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One each will go to students at Millsap High School

 


 

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and Mineola High School in Texas.

 

 


The high school scholarships are designated for students who have demonstrated significant courage in some aspect of their lives. I have promised to keep these scholarships going for the rest of my life. I have dedicated all the profits from the sale of My Brother Jack to the scholarship fund. I will make no money from the sale of the book.

My goal and hope is that the fund will grow to provide scholarships in perpetuity. Based on present financial variables, it may take the sale of 30,000 books to guarantee that this can happen. The success of this effort will contribute to the ongoing honor of a good man and help hundreds of young people achieve their educational goals. Please help !

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Commando Hall Of Honor Medal

Commando Hall of Honor

The U.S. Special Operations Command inducted 1st Lt. Jack L. Knight and eight others into the USSOCOM Commando Hall of Honor located at the USSOCOM headquarters.

Bill Knight traveled to Macdill Air Force Base in Tampa, Florida to attend the induction ceremony on April 6, 2015.

Army Gen. Joseph L. Votel, USSOCOM commander, and Command Sgt. Maj. William F. Thetford, USSOCOM Command Senior Enlisted Adviser presented the inductees or a surviving family member a medal honoring their valiant service.

General Votel presents Bill Knight with Jack Knight's CHOH Medal
General Votel presents Bill Knight with Jack Knight’s CHOH Medal

“These men embody the skills, value, spirit and courage of the special operations warrior. Today is about honoring these men and their sacrifice to the nation they love, to honor their sacrifice, and to honor their families who stood by their side.” -Army General Joseph L. Votel.

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Transition, 1941

At the beginning of 1941 F Troop was in basic training at Ft. Bliss near El Paso, Texas. Political despots and idiots in Europe were screwing things up beyond a place to pause; the despots by careful design, the idiots by ignorance, naiveté or just plain cowardice. Our political leaders, led by our top politician, were making false promises in order to get elected. They knew the voters didn’t want another world war. We didn’t think the Japanese were foolish enough to step on the tail of our paper tiger.

Isoroku Yamamoto
Isoroku Yamamoto

One of their admirals, Yamamoto, warned against an attack. He had been here and knew our industrial potential. So we drifted with puny efforts to build a defense.

Troop F 2nd Squadron~Rio Grande City, TX
Troop F 2nd Squadron~Rio Grande City, TX

The troops of the 124th Cavalry were assigned to forts along the Rio Grande from Brownsville to El Paso. F Troop drew Fort Ringgold at Rio Grande City. The duty was simple; keep an eye on the Mexican farmers across the river, fish in the border stream, and learn to play polo. Imagine a conglomerate of farmers, post cutters, cowboys, and store clerks gathering on a polo field riding their horses with English saddles, wearing their funny looking riding pants, boots and knobby spurs to play a gentleman’s game. Yet, for some of the troopers, their favorite sport was fighting inter-platoon battles in the local bars and cafés.

Their leaders managed to work in some advanced training back at Fort Bliss and participate in the huge Louisiana maneuvers during the summer. Their promised release from duty was withdrawn and the reality of war was no longer speculation. Life can turn on a dime, and did on December 7, 1941. War came first from Japan and the next day from Germany with their declaration of war on the U.S.

Suddenly the troops of the 124th were no longer waiting to go home, but were waiting to join the battle around the world to save our freedom and country.

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Why I Wrote “My Brother Jack”

World War II broke out two weeks before my eighth birthday. My family had lived through the Great Depression. The turmoil created by the warmongers of Japan and Germany had simmered through most of the thirties and boiled over on December 7, 1941.

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Three of my oldest brothers had joined Troop F, 124th Cavalry Regiment that was called into federal service in November 1940. Three other older brothers and a little sister remained with Mamma and Daddy on the farm. If you haven’t been doing the math, that’s seven sons and a daughter making me the seventh son.

All of my brothers served our country during wartime and five of them fought our various enemies through all our wars since. What did I do? Little, but at the expense of Uncle Sam I had a paid excursion to Germany in the mid-fifties. What did I sacrifice? Nothing, but I did receive a G.I. scholarship that made it possible to earn a P.h.D in education and have a career as a public school superintendent.

1940~Ft. Bliss~Curtis, Loyd & Jack
1940~Ft. Bliss~Curtis, Loyd & Jack

Three of the brothers’ sons served in the military. Two of them were in or close to combat. My son served two years in Germany in the early eighties.

Considering the ongoing service given and sacrifices made by the brothers and their sons, I finally realized that I might find some redemption by telling their stories. As a person who spent his professional life as an educator, I developed a habit of trying to help others improve their lives. Therefore, on a nobler vein, I sincerely believe that reading the book can add substance to readers’ lives.

When I speak of my brothers’ service and sacrifice, it is nothing mundane.

medalsFrom the five combatants, two were killed in action, one was severely wounded and two others had close calls. Collectively, three were awarded medals for gallantry at every level from valor to intrepidity, including the Medal of Honor, Air Force Cross, two Silver Stars, Distinguished Flying Cross, Bronze Star and Air Medal with six oak leaves.

The book contains stories of courage, duty, love, war, achievement, bad behavior, recklessness, with touches on humor, tenacity, prejudice, perseverance, joy, fun, family relations, goodness, religion, sin, dignity of work and other bits of life. Through it all, I relished my role in the local notoriety of Roy’s Boys.
I hope that you gain something substantive from reading the book.

Bill Knight

Permanent Display at Jack's Building

1st Lt. Jack L. Knight Honored on Veterans Day

It was an unseasonably frigid November day in Texas. My father, Dr. Bill Knight, my oldest brother Matt and myself got into my father’s car and drove two and a half hours to my birthplace, Weatherford, Texas. It was Veterans Day. I was about to see many of my extended family members. Some for the first time in over a decade. Some for the first time ever.

Travis, Mason, Jacky and Bill Knight
Travis, Mason, Jacky and Bill Knight

Weatherford College was honoring my Uncle Jack. During his lifetime 1st Lt. Jack Knight had been an outstanding leader. The ‘strawboss’ of a tenant farming family with all of eight siblings. Just one short of a baseball team their father, Roy Sr. once lamented. Jack had taken those tough love leadership skills into his professional life as a soldier during World War II. He rose to command the 124th Cavalry Unit in the Burma Chinese Theater of War in 1944 and ’45. It was one of the last mounted units in the U.S Army. His fair minded toughness and discipline earned him the respect and admiration of his men. His brother, First Sergeant Curtis Knight, was his second in command.

I could see that my father was quite appreciative of this gathering. It is a proud family full of wit, intelligence and work ethic. Having grown up the youngest son, he was now the elder statesman.

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Roy Knight III jokes with Jacky Knight

He was bemused as he listened to the good-natured quips and jokes the cousins, nieces and nephews were bandying about as we assembled for the ceremony.

Plaque Dedication for 1st Lt. Jack L. Knight Building
1st Lt. Jack L. Knight Building

A building on the Weatherford College campus was being named after Jack. Both Jack and my father as well as other members of the family had studied and earned degrees there through the years.

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The 124th

The 124th Calvary Regiment was in attendance as well as many veterans and their families.

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Knights Stand for Bill’s Address

In spite of the cold and length of the ceremony the family stood throughout his address. Some of Jack’s leadership qualities must have rubbed off on Dr. Bill Knight. For that I am both proud and grateful.

My father begins speaking about 42 minutes into this video of the ceremony.

Thanks to Donna Means for many of these photographs.