Courtesy of The Washington Post:
Washington has lost one of its last links to the Great War.
Cesar Pares, the last World War I veteran at the U.S. Soldiers' and Airmen's Home in Washington, was buried December 5, 2000, at Arlington National Cemetery. Pares died November 16, 2000 at the age of 99 years and 10 months after a bout with cancer.
Pares, son of a wealthy French antiques dealer, was sent to the United States as a teenager to work in a family business. Instead, he headed west, worked as a cowpoke and then enlisted in the Army after the United States entered World War I in 1917.
Pares was sent to Siberia to join the 31st Infantry Brigade, part of an international force trying to bring order, support monarchist White Russians and protect Allied war materiel in the aftermath of the Russian Revolution. Pares was assigned to help guard a hospital train on the Trans-Siberian Railway against bands of Russian Bolsheviks, Cossacks and Manchurian bandits.
Pares ended up making a career of the Army, winning a Bronze Star during World War II after being wounded in action in Italy.
“I had an interesting life,” Pares, a distinguished-looking, proud man, said in an interview last year. “I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and I gave it up. Money never meant anything to me. Maybe that's why I lived so long.”
The burial at Arlington reunited him with his wife of more than 70 years, Grace. Pares had moved to the Soldiers' Home to be able to visit her grave site at Arlington. “That's why I'm here,” he said last year. “That's the nearest I can be to her.”
Pares is already missed at the Soldiers' Home, where hundreds of veterans from America's wars live. “He touched a lot of people,” said Jean Savage, a spokeswoman for the home. “He told stories that nobody else will be able to tell.”
By Steve Vogel
Washington Post Staff Writer
Wednesday, December 22, 1999; Page M16
Perhaps it's not so strange that a wealthy young Frenchman born in Spain who became a cowboy in America would have been sent by his adopted country to fight Bolsheviks in Siberia.
Cesar Pares does not find it odd at all. But after a long life with many such twists and turns, the World War I veteran is content now to sit in a wheelchair in his small room at the U.S. Soldiers' and Airmen's Home in Northwest Washington, waiting to join his beloved wife at Arlington National Cemetery.
“I had an interesting life,” said Pares, who at age 98 keeps himself neatly groomed, his white hair combed back atop his aristocratic visage. “I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and I gave it up. Money never meant anything to me. Maybe that's why I lived so long.”
Pares had a front-row seat for a century that saw the two worst wars in history as well as a global economic depression.
His father was a wealthy French antique dealer, with shops in Paris, London, New York and Madrid. Cesar was sent as a teenager to the United States, where he attended a boarding school near Philadelphia and was trained to help with the New York operation.
Cesar had other ideas. “I decided to go West. I wanted to see the country.” In New Mexico, he got a job punching cattle. Then he heard there was excitement in Colorado and got a job there with the railroad, pounding spikes. “I guess I loved it because I didn't have to do it,” Pares said.
In a bar in Denver, he ran into one of his cowpoke buddies, who had just enlisted in the Army. “They're fighting like hell in Siberia,” the friend said. “Why don't you come along?”
Three weeks later, Pares found himself aboard a transport to Vladivostok. The United States had entered World War I in 1917, and the following year sent the 31st Infantry Brigade to Siberia to join an international force trying to bring order, support pro-monarchist White Russians and protect allied war materiel in the aftermath of the Russian Revolution.
Pares was assigned to help guard a hospital train on the Trans-Siberian Railway against bands of Russian Bolsheviks, Cossacks and Manchurian bandits. “It was exciting, little skirmishes here and there,” Pares said. “We did our job.”
Pares picked up Russian to add to his French, Spanish and English. “There were very nice-looking girls,” he recalled this month. “You learn fast.”
After the U.S. force–by then known as the Polar Bear brigade–pulled out of Siberia in 1920, Pares served with the unit in the Philippines before he was sent back to the United States and released from the Army.
He worked for a time in his family's antique business, but it didn't last. “I missed something, so I reenlisted,” he said. “I loved the Army. I loved the camaraderie.”
Pares found something else to love in 1929 while riding a horse during a training exercise in the New Jersey pine barrens. “I saw this doggone farmhouse and saw someone on the doggone porch and spurred my horse over the fence,” he said, describing the event in his still slightly French-accented Americanisms. He courted and soon married the woman he found on the porch, Grace Shelton.
When World War II broke out, Pares was a personnel officer at Camp Upton on Long Island, and he quickly rose through the ranks, attaining that of major. In 1944, he was dispatched to North Africa and Europe to help devise a system for keeping track of wounded soldiers. Accompanying the 7th Army as it moved up Italy, Pares came under German artillery fire. Pares raced out from cover to rescue a wounded soldier, an act for which he was awarded the Bronze Star.
Pares stayed in the Army for several years after the war before shifting to reserve status, where he was a lieutenant colonel, and then he worked for Grumman Aircraft Co. until retiring at age 62.
“I don't regret anything I did,” Pares said. “I tell you one thing, it was a better life.”
He said he feels sorry for young people these days, consumed with their stock options and Internet shopping. “I don't give a damn how much money they make,” he said. “They don't have the fun we did. I don't think people are happy. They work like mules, make a lot of money, but they spend a lot of money. So actually, they're in the same shape we were in the 1930s.”
This month, Pares donned a French beret and visited the Pentagon for a Christmas party with the Joint Chiefs of Staff, his first time there in over a half century. “I was in this building when it first opened,” he told the young soldier escorting him on a tour.
The soldier expressed incredulity, noting that the Pentagon was built during World War II. “That's what I said,” Pares said curtly. “I was here when it opened.”
Grace died in September after a long illness, and 70 years after Pares first saw her on that porch in New Jersey. He visits her whenever he can find someone to drive him from the Soldiers' Home to Arlington cemetery. “That's why I'm here,” he said. “That's the nearest I can be to her.”
LT COL US ARMY
- VETERAN SERVICE DATES: 06/13/1920 – 02/28/1947
- DATE OF BIRTH: 02/15/1901
- DATE OF DEATH: 11/16/2000
- DATE OF INTERMENT: 12/05/2000
- BURIED AT: SECTION 66 SITE 5906
ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY
PARES, GRACE R
- DATE OF BIRTH: 04/21/1908
- DATE OF DEATH: 09/24/1999
- DATE OF INTERMENT: 10/01/1999
- BURIED AT: SECTION 66 SITE 5906
ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY
- WIFE OF PARES, CESAR
LT COL US ARMY
Michael Robert Patterson was born in Arlington and is the son of a former officer of the US Army. So it was no wonder that sooner or later his interests drew him to American history and especially to American military history. Many of his articles can be found on renowned portals like the New York Times, Washingtonpost or Wikipedia.
Reviewed by: Michael Howard