06/09/2025
Today let us remember the birthday of Technical Sergeant James Aubrey Stewart, born on 9th November 1907 in Alabama in U.S. one of the Wereth 11 of the 333rd Field Artillery Battalion, murdered by the SS on 17th December 1944
James A.Stewart
in Wereth (Belgium). He fought for our peace and lost his young life.
I died in defense of Liberty, Justice and Freedom, which I myself did not have.
with my life ended in anguish, my valor ensured the freedom of democracy for many a nation and its people.
Let no forget my name.
My name is James Aubrey Stewart. I was born in September 1907, and I'm the oldest one of the soldiers killed here on 17th December 1944. A father figure to the other, younger soldiers, no doubt. I went to school and was a baseball pitcher for the all-black „Piedmont Giants". And giants, we were! After graduation I worked as a bricklayer and a carpenter in the Paper Mill, just as my father did.
My parents are James and Emma Stewart. I have two brothers, Harry and Leslie, and three sisters, Mary Magnolia, Franchion and Isabelle. My family is everything to me. People say I'm kind and gentle, blessed with ambition and compassion.
At my age, life experience makes you who you are, really. I was in my mid-30s when I decided to leave my family, a safe job, the life I knew so far, and I signed up to fight overseas. I was too old to be drafted, so I volunteered. A family man, inside and out, it didn't take me long to connect to the men in my Battalion.
Playing baseball with Jimmie, keeping up morale, that's me. You can tell from my letters to my family - whether telling them about being at a Marlene Dietrich show, telling Mum to take it easy and my sisters to do as the doctor says, or telling them about the good music I'm listening to.
But the cruelty of this war, the bayonet wounds, my fractured skull, the truth of what happened here, Mom and Dad, you never found out. My dear nephew Rick, years later, travelled to Wereth, met the Langer family, stood right here, remembering me. The „Invisible Eleven", no more.
And as the snow is falling, Hearts are beating.
Killed in Action?
Not killed in vain.