USPS Finally did something RIGHT!!!

A bit of history for your perusal……..

The Bill Mauldin stamp honors the WWII grunts’ hero.

The United States Postal Service deserves a standing ovation for something that’s going to happen this month: Bill Mauldin is getting his own postage stamp.

Exerpt from an article written by a former co-worker at the Chicago Sun-Times-

Mauldin died at age 81 in the early days of 2003. The end of his life had been rugged. He had been scalded in a bathtub, which led to terrible injuries and infections; Alzheimer’s disease was inflicting its cruelties.

Unable to care for himself after the scalding, he became a resident of a California nursing home, his health and spirits in rapid decline.

He was not forgotten, though. Mauldin, and his work, meant so much to the millions of Americans who fought in World War II, and to those who had waited for them to come home. He was a kid cartoonist for Stars and Stripes, the military newspaper; Mauldin’s drawings of his muddy, exhausted, whisker-stubbled infantrymen Willie and Joe were the voice of truth about what it was like on the front lines.

Mauldin was an enlisted man just like the soldiers he drew for; his gripes were their gripes, his laughs were their laughs, his heartaches were their heartaches. He was one of them. They loved him.

He never held back. Sometimes, when his cartoons cut too close for comfort, his superior officers tried to tone him down. In one memorable incident, he enraged Gen. George S. Patton, and Patton informed Mauldin he wanted the pointed cartoons — celebrating the fighting men, lampooning the high-ranking officers — to stop. Now.

The news passed from soldier to soldier. How was Sgt. Bill Mauldin going to stand up to Gen. Patton? It seemed impossible.

Not quite. Mauldin, it turned out, had an ardent fan: Five-star Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, supreme commander of the Allied forces in Europe.

Ike put out the word: Mauldin draws what Mauldin wants. Mauldin won.

Patton lost.

If, in your line of work, you’ve ever considered yourself a young hotshot, or if you’ve ever known anyone who has felt that way about himself or herself, the story of Mauldin’s young manhood will humble you. Here is what, by the time he was 23 years old, Mauldin had accomplished:

He won the Pulitzer Prize. He was featured on the cover of Time magazine. His book “Up Front” was the No. 1 best-seller in the United States.

All of that at 23. Yet when he returned to civilian life and he grew older, he never lost that boyish Mauldin grin, he never outgrew his excitement about doing his job, he never big-shotted or high-hatted the people with whom he worked every day.

I was lucky enough to be one of them; Mauldin roamed the hallways of the Chicago Sun-Times in the late 1960s and early 1970s with no more officiousness or air of haughtiness than if he was a copyboy. That impish look on his face remained.

He had achieved so much. He had won a second Pulitzer Prize, and he should have won a third, for what may be the single greatest editorial cartoon in the history of the craft: his deadline rendering, on the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated, of the statue at the Lincoln Memorial slumped in grief, its head cradled in its hands. But he never acted as if he were better than the people he met. He was still Mauldin the enlisted man.

During the late summer of 2002, as Mauldin lay in that California nursing home, some of the old World War II infantry guys caught wind of it. They didn’t want Mauldin to go out that way. They thought he should know that he was still their hero.

Gordon Dillow, a columnist for the Orange County Register, put out the call in Southern California for people in the area to send their best wishes to Mauldin; I joined Dillow in the effort, helping to spread the appeal nationally so that Bill would not feel so alone. Soon more than 10,000 letters and cards had arrived at Mauldin’s bedside.

Even better than that, the old soldiers began to show up just to sit with Mauldin, to let him know that they were there for him, as he, long ago, had been there for them. So many volunteered to visit Bill that there was a waiting list. Here is how Todd DePastino, in the first paragraph of his wonderful biography of Mauldin, described it:

“Almost every day in the summer and fall of 2002 they came to Park Superior nursing home in Newport Beach, California, to honor Army Sergeant, Technician Third Grade, Bill Mauldin. They came bearing relics of their youth: medals, insignia, photographs, and carefully folded newspaper clippings. Some wore old garrison caps. Others arrived resplendent in uniforms over a half century old. Almost all of them wept as they filed down the corridor like pilgrims fulfilling some long-neglected obligation.”

One of the veterans explained to me why it was so important:

“You would have to be part of a combat infantry unit to appreciate what moments of relief Bill gave us. You had to be reading a soaking wet Stars and Stripes in a water-filled foxhole and then see one of his cartoons.”

Mauldin is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. This month, the kid cartoonist makes it onto a first-class postage stamp. It’s an honor that most generals and admirals never receive.

What Mauldin would have loved most, I believe, is the sight of the two guys who are keeping him company on that stamp.

Take a look at it.

There’s Willie.

There’s Joe.

And there, to the side, drawing them and smiling that shy, quietly observant smile, is Mauldin himself. With his buddies, right where he belongs.


I have a collection of most of Mauldin’s books, and when I’m a little down, I’ll pull one of them out and look/read a little bit and think about what they were going through… After that, I realize how good I really have it, and get my ass back to work…

You can go HERE and see some of his cartoons from a retrospective S&S did in 2002 when his health was failing.


USPS Finally did something RIGHT!!! — 18 Comments

  1. I have a boxed set of Mauldin’s work. Two large books, prewar on up.

    A week ago I was in the post office and saw the stamps you posted about. I bought a plate solely to enshrine under the front cover of book one.

    Yup… they finally did something right at the post office.

  2. A great story! Thanks for sharing this. What a great man! A plate of the stamps is on the way.

  3. Someone at the US PS showed courage bringing those out in these “political correct” times. Last month I heard a woman refuse Purple Heart stamps.

  4. I read “Up Front” from my grandfather’s bookshelf when I was 12 years old in Uruguay, considering he was a life long pacifist that was rare. He had served in WWI and understood more than I did at that age about war – I was still thinking there were heroes and glory. There are heroes, and Bill Mauldin found and recorded them. I bought and used two of the new stamps on Tuesday, very glad that the Post Office still wants to make money by honoring “our” heroes.

  5. What a fabulous story NFO! Brought tears to my eyes reading it. I’m really glad the US Postal service is honoring him with that wonderful stamp.

    Thanks for the story and insight NFO.

  6. They don’t make them like that anymore. I’m sending this around. Thanks.

  7. Loved his work.
    Favorite was Willy and Joe in a fox-hole, a panzer straddling it, telling an Arty battery they had a target for them, but, they would have to be patient.


  8. WSF- Yep, not surprised…

    Earl- I’m going to use them too!

    BZ/Peedee/Cranky/Fuzzy- Agreed!

    Skul- That was always one of my favorites 🙂

    CS- You’re welcome!

  9. I used to read Mauldin’s cartoon every time they appeared in the KC Star’s Editorial page.

    He was at a symposium once in KC with a number of other editorial cartoonists. They were all flaming libs—except for Mauldin. A picture appeared in the KC Star with Mauldin, looking very uncomfortable in the middle of the group. The caption talked all about Mauldin, his wartime efforts and prizes. They say nothing about the others in the photo.