In the 1940s and '50s, Sgt. William Knuppel Jr. served in Iceland, New Zealand, World War II battles and in the Korean War. During his decorated 22-year military career, the no-nonsense Marine from Morris, Minn., saw it all.
But he nearly saw nothing. In one dramatic moment during the Battle of Saipan in the Pacific in 1944, his hazel eyes seemed to go blind.
Before the United States entered World War II in 1941, Bill Knuppel (pronounced kah-NUP-ul) worked as a landscaper in Morris and a florist in Minneapolis and served in the National Guard.
His buddy from Annandale, Leo Ahsenmacher, captain of his high school wrestling team, suggested they join the Marines rather than await looming draft orders. Leo flunked the physical, but Knuppel passed and enlisted two weeks after the first U.S. peacetime draft began that September of 1940.
Asked in 2009 at age 90 why he enlisted, Knuppel told the interviewer with a chuckle: "I was hungry!"
As sergeant in a scout-sniper platoon deep into the war, Knuppel hit the beach on Saipan before dawn on June 15, 1944. Capturing the island would put U.S. forces within bomber range of Tokyo, and the Japanese fought desperately for more than three weeks to fend off the invasion. By July 9, when the U.S. flag was finally raised over Saipan, at least 27,000 Japanese soldiers were dead, along with 3,000 Americans killed and 13,000 wounded — including several from Knuppel's platoon.
At the start of the invasion, a shell exploded and sent the 25-year-old Knuppel sprawling, sand blurring his vision. Rubbing his eyes, he squinted to locate his injured colonel, whose legs were shredded by shrapnel. Two nearby lieutenants had been decapitated by Japanese fire.
Knuppel stayed low, moving toward the colonel just as another shell burst — again filling his eyes with sand and his face with warm blood. "My eyes!" he screamed.