|Ray David (1925-2014)|
Ray David has died. The 88-year-old combat veteran of World War II passed away last Tuesday (9/30/14) in Minot, North Dakota, where he had been living in recent months as his health declined.
Many residents of Wyoming, Nebraska and the Dakotas will remember the tall and handsome Ray David and his beautiful wife, Shirley. In Nebraska, Ray first arrived in Chadron to take over as manager of the old Pace Theatre (now The Eagle) in the mid-1950's. Most of his professional years were spent in North Dakota.
Although his years in Nebraska were few, Ray David went on to a successful career in broadcasting and politics. But what’s really remarkable is how this humble but creative kid, born into an impoverished Kansas farm family and raised in the Oklahoma panhandle and western Colorado, would pursue life with a passion and fight his way to success.
Dropping out of school after the 8th grade, Ray worked at a variety of jobs in Oklahoma and Colorado, before taking off to California and a short stint as a machinist’s helper in the Mare Island Shipyard at age 16. By then, World War II was in full swing, and Mare Island was abuzz with ship construction and repairs. Alas, California law required a waiver from Ray’s parents in order for him to maintain his job – but since his parents lived in Colorado, they could not sign the waiver.
But they could and did later sign a letter approving his underage entry into the Army Air Corps, where he could serve his country and be close to one of his loves – aviation. But the Army, being the Army, had other ideas, and he ended up in the infantry and was part of the D-Day invasion of coastal France in June 1944.
Most remarkable about his story is the fact that Ray David – wounded both in France on D-Day and six months later at the Battle of the Bulge – could later be so candid about the anguish of losing friends and his own struggles while battling the demons of war,
Many years later, Ray wrote about the war-time experience of meeting up with his old buddy Jack Harp while on sentry duty in the heavily wooded hills on the eastern edge of the Ardennes Forest.
|Ray David (right) with a World War II buddy.|
“The enemy was on top of us before we knew what was going on. Jack alerted his Company Headquarters on the field phone. When all the heavy fire power started coming in, Jack was hit in the shoulder and chest. In agony and pain he jumped up to get back to the medic at his CQ. He was hit by shrapnel from a phosphate shell; it hit him in the right side of his face and neck, The burn and wound had to have been excruciating. Poor Jack tore my field jacket from my shoulder, as I held him trying to apply sulfur power in his wounds and give him a shot of morphine from his medical kit. All the while he screamed for help from his mother, God, and the medics. Within a few minutes, he was gone. I was stunned, absolutely stunned. I had witnessed other similar situations, but Jack was like a brother.
The next few days were a blank. I don’t believe anyone can fully grasp the horror and the awful feeling, without actually being in the midst of fear, confusion and the loss of mental focus as the screams, moans and begging for help fill the air leaving an indelible scar on your memory.”
Although he survived the war, Ray David's personal life was turned upside down. His wartime experiences and traumas resulted in electric shock and insulin treatments and “Ice Baths.” Ray’s candor and honesty as he wrote about these incidents in later years is truly moving.
But he pieced his life together into a successful career. His years with the Black Hills Amusement Company led to a variety of jobs in Rapid City, Newcastle, Hot Springs, and Chadron, where he managed the Pace Theatre and the Starlite Drive-in. During these years, he married Shirley Wilcox of Hot Springs.
|Vehicle for promoting the Starlite Drive-in|
In Chadron during the mid-to-late 1950's, Ray became extremely active in promoting the community, helping re-arrange the 9-hole golf course at the Country Club, raising money for the college, and volunteering to do promotional work for the International Parks Highway 385-85. A few folks may remember Ray sitting atop a 50-foot pole for 11 days to raise money for a new wing at the old Chadron Memorial Hospital.
But his many successes led Ray David away from Chadron to Williston, North Dakota, where he went to work for the Chamber of Commerce for a while. Then he started a 16-year-career in broadcasting with KEYZ in Williston, which led to ownership of stations in Dickinson as well. He would later serve on the Board of Directors of the National Association of Broadcasters. His broadcast ownership allowed him to expand the scope and depth of community promotion.
Despite his lack of a formal education, Ray also served as an adjunct faculty member at the University of North Dakota-Willison, where he taught Public Speaking and Public Relations. He served two productive terms as a State Senator in the North Dakota Legislature.
We had the pleasure of getting reacquainted with Ray David in recent years, exchanging e-mails and sharing stories about broadcasting and Chadron in sometimes rather lengthy telephone calls. His was a truly remarkable life.