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MY HERO: A Bond Across Three Generations, Forged in Combat

Eight wars and one set of captain’s bars worn by father, son and grandson in battle

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Lieutenant Colonel (R) Ted Mataxis Jr. (right) stands next to his son Lieutenant Colonel Ted Mataxis III at his home in Southern Pines, North Carolina. When not wearing the uniform, Ted III also works for Lockheed Martin as a Senior Program Manager of a Department of Defense (DoD) Special Operations Forces (SOF) Contract.
Cornell Watson

The most meaningful thing I possess is a set of captain’s bars — the old, flat, railroad track style. They are sterling silver, but their value is way beyond anything monetary. These are the bars that were pinned on my father’s lapel in 1942, which he then pinned on mine in Vietnam in 1971 and I pinned on my son’s at Fort Bragg in 2009.

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I was always going to be a soldier. My father, Theodore Mataxis, known as Ted, pointed to my mother’s belly in 1944 and said that he wouldn’t have it any other way. Then a major, he rose to become a brigadier general in a 32-year career.

Dad dragged us all over the world. We lived in occupied Germany from 1946 to 1947 and then in India, where he attended staff college and was then assigned as a United Nations observer in Kashmir. After that he volunteered to go directly to the Korean War.

He was a perennial volunteer and a relentless adrenaline junkie, continually seeking out dangerous roles that no one else wanted.

My dad, who died in 2006 at age 88, commanded a battalion in combat in World War II at 26 and a regiment in Korea at 36. He served for four years in Vietnam and Cambodia. I was also in Vietnam for two of those years.

Although he rose to high rank, he was always a combat soldier first, earning a Silver Star, two Bronze Stars with “V” devices and two Purple Hearts along the way. He referred to his Combat Infantryman’s Badge with two stars — signifying it had been awarded in three separate wars — as his perfect attendance pin.

When the Soviets occupied Afghanistan in the 1980s, he served as the field director for the Committee for a Free Afghanistan in Peshawar, Pakistan, making eight trips there to assist the mujahideen against the Russians. That was his fourth war.

As a child, I didn’t get to spend much time with him. He would send me letters and recordings from faraway places. It wasn’t until I went to Vietnam as an adviser that we really bonded over our shared love for military life. I never resented his absences because I knew his calling was to serve his country.

His values had been passed on to him by his father, a Greek immigrant who arrived at Ellis Island in 1907, where his surname, Metaxas, became Mataxis because an Ellis Island official misspelled it. He was penniless and unable to speak English, but he lived the American dream and built a better life for his family.

My father believed that he owed this nation a debt for the opportunities it provided our family. He fully subscribed to the pre-Christian Greek saying “It is a great thing to fight, and die if you must, in defense of your land, your home and your wife and children.”

My father was not just a courageous Army officer, but also an intellectual, an author, an avid reader and collector of books, and a gunsmith. He always loved people, treating everyone with equal respect regardless of whether they were a private or a head of state.

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Brig. Gen. Theodore Mataxis (left) pins the captain’s bars on his newly-promoted son Theodore Mataxis Jr. in Vietnam in 1971.
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I spent most of my military career in Special Forces and Rangers. In addition to my time in Vietnam, I saw active service in Grenada in 1983 and El Salvador from 1988 to 1989.

The pride my father felt for me as a son was matched only by that he felt for his grandson — my son, Ted III, who is now serving as a lieutenant colonel and commander of the U.S. Army Reserve 812th Transportation Battalion in Charlotte, North Carolina.

Ted III served in Iraq and Afghanistan, carrying on the family legacy. If you count Afghanistan in the 1980s and after 9/11 as separate conflicts, that makes eight wars over three generations. My father, my son and I were all NCOs in the reserves before becoming commissioned officers, master parachutists and combat veterans of the 101st Airborne Division.

Helen Keller once said, “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.” It is clear which path Dad chose to follow. I’m now 78 and look back with immense pride on this man who etched our family name into this great nation’s history.

— As told to Richard Baimbridge

Theodore Mataxis Jr. retired from the U.S. Army as a lieutenant colonel in 1993. He is working on a memoir about his father, Ride to the Sound of Guns.

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