It was Darby Day in Fort Smith, Ark., one Friday this snowy month, and the students at Darby Junior High held their annual observance in honor of the school's namesake.
Just who was Bill Darby of Fort Smith, Ark.? He was a brigadier general, a West Pointer, and a legend. He wasn't just a U.S. Army Ranger, he was the Rangers' first commander and founder. He began not just a special force but a special tradition. The Brits had their commandos, and now we had our Rangers. They had their Orde Wingate and his Chindits, we had our Bill Darby and his Rangers, and it was a mighty good thing.
William O. Darby may have graduated from West Point, but when it came to recruiting a special force that would not only strike from behind enemy lines but strike terror in its heart and guts, Col. Darby wasn't interested in credentials, just courage and competence. And in seeing to it that the mission was accomplished and this damned war won. By whatever means necessary and maybe some that weren't, but that he knew would leave a lasting impression on the enemy. Those who survived.
They called Darby's men cutthroats. He took it as a compliment. And saw to it that the mission was accomplished. At whatever price. He himself paid it. He would be killed as the war was about to end. But that scarcely mattered. The mission would be accomplished. Cutthroats? Of course they were, literally. It was another of their skills, and it could come in mighty handy. "Onward we stagger," Colonel Darby once told his men, "and if the tanks come, may God help the tanks."
Captain, then Major, then Colonel and finally General Darby was the kind of commander who doesn't shout "Forward!" -- but rather "Follow Me!" And his men did. Unfailingly. An officer who went looking for him near the front one day asked a battle-begrimed Ranger where he could find the colonel. A slow grin crossed over the Ranger's face. "You'll never find him this far back."
Darby's Rangers, which is what they were called back then, would be selected for their physical condition, resourcefulness, and not just bravery but ruthlessness. Could they run 10 miles in full gear, then fight a battle? Because that's what it would take to do the job. Nobody said it would be easy being a Ranger. It still isn't.
Once his first troopers were trained, and trained and trained and trained, they were first unleashed in the North African campaign. These were Americans who fought the American way and what had been the American way ever since the Revolution, or even the French and Indian War: always on the offensive. They took risks.
North Korean Officials Demand Removal of "Disrespectful" Kim Jong Un Poster...From London Barbershop | Daniel Doherty