George W. Bonner
At Henri-Chapelle, a medic of the 101st Airborne lies in Plot H, Row 13. He could have walked back to his own lines. He chose to stay with the wounded, and the enemy took him.
George Bonner is my adopted soldier here. I tend his grave, and the groups I guide through the Ardennes stand at it with me.
He was a farm hand from the Alabama-Mississippi line who enlisted in August 1940, more than a year before Pearl Harbor. He was twenty. By the winter of 1944 he was a Technical Sergeant in the Medical Detachment of the 327th Glider Infantry Regiment, with a wife, Toy, at home.
On 23 December 1944, near Bastogne, German tanks and infantry overran Company C of the 3rd Battalion, 327th, and left many men wounded. Bonner and four other medics went out into the fire to reach them. They got most of the wounded into a nearby house. Then they were surrounded and captured. They could have slipped away. They did not.
Bonner was already hit, shell fragments in his thigh, arm and side. He died of those wounds in German hands on 26 December 1944, the day after Christmas. He was 24.
The German medical company buried him in the village cemetery at Asselborn, in Luxembourg, under a cross bearing his name, and returned his belongings, down to a comb and a photograph. After the war he was recovered, identified, and brought here.