John D. Botello

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By Patrick Lynch

The story of the Botello brothers – Crisantos, Gregorio, John, Simon and Trinidad, who all served during World War II – is one of honor and bravery. And thanks to another of the brothers, their tales of heroism won’t be lost to time.

Younger sibling Thomas D. Botello wrote a booklet called “Proud I Served” about his brothers’ service in WWII, also detailing his family’s struggles back home. The narratives included present a glimpse into history from the perspective of a Mexican American family during that era.

“Proud I Served” details his family’s history leading up to the war, tracing their lives as sharecroppers on farms in rural Central Texas. He recalls times spent with family and friends working in the towns, noting how the entire clan labored together within the region.

Botello’s parents, Crisostomo E. and Jesusita D. Botello, had 10 boys and two girls. Of the brothers, the five oldest would enter the service.

News of the war reached the Botello family through newspapers, radio reports and word of mouth. Food was rationed, and the family gathered rubber and metal products for the government to purchase.

Botello writes that before the war, his brothers weren’t ideally suited to join the Armed Services, since they lacked an adequate education. To him, the most important prerequisites for being a soldier were “sound reasoning and comprehension,” both attributes secured with a good education. His brothers were denied this because of their ethnic background and social status, he says. Fortunately for Botello and countless other children, a change in attitude by virtue of the war led to a mandate for all kids to attend school.

Because they weren’t in school, the four oldest brothers helped out on the farm and made up the majority of their father’s labor force. As a result, the family felt the impact of the young men’s induction into service especially hard. Their father was forced to give up the farm and move closer to the city, where he was able to find a house on a smaller, 3-acre plot, maintaining a stock of milking cows, pigs, rabbits and fowl single-handedly.

The brothers sent frequent letters, often replete with emotional descriptions of their struggles and experiences. And the Secretary of the War Department sent telegrams reporting injuries and casualties. The Botello family received three of these, each alerting that one of the sons had been wounded in battle.

The family was greatly relieved when the war ended in 1945, but they were still uncertain when the boys would return. Any activity in front of the house raised hopes that maybe one of the brothers was approaching.

Botello also includes excerpts from interviews and diaries of each of his brothers (except for Crisantos, or “Cris,” because Botello apparently didn’t have access to a diary and Cris had died before Botello began conducting interviews). These accounts detailing the journey home are often accentuated with homespun details: How they were greeted in the front yard first by the family dog they’d only gotten to know briefly before going off to war, for example.

Other portions deal with sociological changes palpable after the war. For example, John Botello describes in the following entry from his diary the help he received during his homeward journey from the “white people” around town, amazed at their kindness toward a Mexican American, since attitudes had been so different before the conflict:

Got off the bus [in Lometa, Texas,] and sat at a bench there until morning. A mail man woke me up and asked me, “[W]here are you going soldier?”

“To San Saba,” I said.

“There is no buses going that way from here,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said. “I guess I’m going to hitch-hike my way there.”

He asked me where I was coming from.

“El Paso. I have just been discharged from the service and I’m going home.”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “[Y]ou know[,] I’m going there[,] but I’m not supposed to give anybody a ride[,] but if you want to come[,] get on this jeep.”

I couldn’t believe it. He was an old white man but he did give me a ride all the way to San Saba. He said[,] “Good Luck[,]” and went on to the post office.


Thomas D. Botello’s “Proud I Served” was self-published in 2001.