Victor Rex Jackson

7 May 1912 - 24 Jan 2010

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Victor Rex Jackson

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1876-1998 North 2000 West
Springville, Utah, Utah
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An Army Engineer’s Recollection of the Longest Day, June 6, 1944

Contributor: PKristineHurd Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

VICTOR REX JACKSON, Private First Class An Army Engineer’s Recollection of the Longest Day, June 6, 1944 I didn’t get much sleep the night of June 5, 1944. We had been on the LCT (Landing Craft Tank) for 24 hours already but the invasion had been delayed because of bad weather. The hard steel decks and the rough seas made sleeping difficult at best. We were one platoon of the 531st Engineers Shore Regiment and our LCT was carrying one big TD-18 caterpillar tractor to help with the massive effort of building a drivable surface across the soft sandy beach for the hundreds of trucks and vehicles that would be hauling supplies onto the beach. Finally the long night was over and we were on our way in. We were assigned to land on Utah beach. The first wave had landed at 0600. Now it was our turn. It was 0630 when the TD-18 caterpillar pulled the sled carrying our construction supplies off the ramp at the front of the LCT. Then I stepped of the ramp with my rifle in hand and my pack on my back. I immediately sank into the water up to my armpits, so I held my rifle above my head. We were still about 400 feet from the shore. But instead of the water getting shallower it started getting deeper. By now the water was up to my chin and my life jacket was partially floating me. My toes were just barely touching the sand so I could barely keep moving forward. Another soldier nearby who was short like me couldn’t swim and he started to panic. Anthony Gish grabbed him and started towing him to shore but they both swallowed a lot of salt water before they made it ashore. I don’t remember any small arms fire but we were getting shelled by mortar fire about every 10 minutes. The good thing about mortar shells is that you can hear them coming with a whistle like sound so you can hit the ground and avoid the shrapnel from the explosion. The bad thing about them is if they land close enough to you, you’re dead anyway. Our first task when we got ashore was to lay out the summerfelt matting across the sand to provide a firm surface for the trucks and vehicles coming in behind us. The matting was made from wire mesh in approximately 6 inch grid pattern with burlap on the bottom. It was manufactured in rolls that were 10 feet wide and 100 feet long. The rolls were stacked on the sled that the TD-18 Cat had pulled ashore. Each roll weighed about 500 pounds so four or five men would grab each end of the roll and start rolling it across the sand to the higher ground. It took about 2 rolls to span the distance from the hard wet sand and hard ground at the top of the beach. The next step after the matting was unrolled was to stake it down with iron stakes. While we were rolling out the matting, the infantry troops were landing on the beach and moving past us inland. One of their officers asked some of our squad to pull three bodies out of the surf. Two of us grabbed each body but when I reached for one poor soldier’s arm it pulled completely out of the socket because his shoulder had been shattered so badly from his wounds. As we continued rolling the matting and securing it with stakes, two soldiers from another company came up to our Command Post looking for their unit. Sergeant Snyder told them to get going to their unit and then walked away. Just then a mortar shell landed and killed one of them instantly. The other man looked like he was in bad shape when I passed by – his back had been cut to ribbons from the shrapnel of the mortar shell. The medics worked on him and gave him blood plasma but he died within an hour. When we finished laying the matting we were assigned to help unload the ships that were now beached on the wet sand. The tide had receded several feet from the time we had landed and because the beach was so shallow, the ships that had been floating a couple of hundred yards offshore when we landed were now sitting on wet sand. We climbed on board and manually loaded boxes into cargo nets that were then swung over the side and into trucks to haul up to the supply dump on the beach. We worked all day and into the night unloading the supplies to literally “feed an army.” I don’t remember specifically saying my prayers that night but I know I said them. I will always be eternally grateful for my Heavenly Father’s protecting care over me that day and throughout the war. The soldiers that I saw die there paid the ultimate sacrifice that we must never forget. I have been back to Utah beach twice since then – once in 1994 and again in 2004 for the 50th and 60th anniversary of that historic event. It looks a lot different now but yet it’s still the same shallow beach. I rolled up my pants and walked in the water – I hope to walk that beach one more time before I die. I guess I don’t have much time left since I’m 94 now. I saw one fellow soldier there that I had never met before but I embraced him and cried with him because we both knew men who gave their all on that beach. I met former CBS newsman Edwin Newman there at the Utah Beach Museum. He asked me about my experience and listened so intently to my story that you would have thought I had won the Congressional Medal of Honor. But I was just one of thousands who did their duty to their country in the name of freedom. I met another French man who shook my hand and thanked me for my service. He was just a boy five years old when the Army liberated his small village. I met the actor Tom Hanks at the American Cemetery at Colleville. He thanked me for my service. I shook hands with Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice and they thanked me. But the one that really melted my heart was a little French girl who spoke no English. She saw me as we were walking across a parking lot to our rental car. She couldn’t have been more than 8 years old. She was with her parents and I could see her parents talking to her as they looked at my WWII veteran cap. Suddenly she ran from her parents toward me and threw her arms around my legs and gave me the biggest hug that I will remember forever. That was a symbol to me that generations to come will always remember the sacrifices of the “Greatest Generation.” Edited by Harold Jackson

VICTOR REX JACKSON (1912-2010) LIFE HISTORY

Contributor: PKristineHurd Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

VICTOR REX JACKSON (1912-2010) LIFE HISTORY I am the oldest living child of Victor Orin and Ada E. Rex Jackson. I was born 7 May 1912 on the ranch of my Grandfather David Jackson. This ranch was three miles north of Randolph, Utah. I had four brothers and seven sisters, nine of whom are still living. My father was a rancher and business man with a special love for horses and adventure. Through the years, as he worked to provide for his growing family, he undertook a number of business ventures. He was a rancher, a car salesman and other things. As a result, his wife and young family were moved from place to place frequently. By the time I was twelve years old we had lived on a ranch near Randolph, Utah; on a ranch near Woodruff, Utah; in the town of Evanston, Wyoming; in the town of Randolph, Utah; in Ogden, Utah; Driggs, Idaho; and finally in Belfry, Montana where we lived during the remainder of my growing up years. Our family by this time consisted of four boys--Victor Rex, Clarence David, William Trueman, and Ned Roy, and three girls--Freda, Mary Elizabeth, and Alice. My father was in the farming business in Belfry, and needless to say, I had to learn early in life to work and to help care for my younger brothers and sisters. I developed a deep love for my family. My parents, mainly my mother, realized the importance of teaching her family the gospel and in instilling in them the desire to become educated, both in the gospel and in getting along in the world, and in capitalizing on advantages. I graduated from Belfry High School in 1932. By that time there were four more children in the family--Phyllis, Carrol, Hope Ada, and Richard Rex. My youngest sister, Norma Jean, was born about a year after I graduated. For a year or so after graduating from high school, I continued to help with the farming at home. During summers they took cows to Cooke City and sold milk. I got a job working on the highway construction and with a mining company at Cooke City. In 1939 my mother and our Branch President, Thomas Irvine, encouraged and helped me plan and prepare for a mission. I was called to the Central States Mission and entered the Mission Home in Salt Lake City on 5 February 1940. I was released 28 February 1942. I labored first in Belleville, Illinois; then in St Louis, Missouri; Kirksville, Columbus and Moberly, Missouri; and in Coffeeville and Topeka, Kansas. My companions were Elders H. Leslie Reese, Don Gardner, Alma Rigby, Parly Swanson, Johnson, Jacob VanLeeween, Ross, Keith Clark and Lem Lovell. On my return from my mission I rode as far as Salt Lake City with Elders Don Steadman and John H. Evanson. They went by way of Oklahoma, New Mexico, Texas and Arizona. My folks met me in Salt Lake City and I traveled the rest of the way to Montana with them. Seven weeks after returning from my mission, on my thirtieth birthday, I was inducted into the army at Missoula, Montana. I was sent to Fort Leonardwood, Missouri for basic training, and after eight weeks there I was sent to Camp Edwards, Massachusetts. We sailed from New York on 6 August 1942. Eighteen days later we arrived in the British Isles. I spent a month in Ireland and a month in Scotland. We then boarded a ship with a large convoy and sailed for North Africa. We made the invasion into Algeria about twenty-five miles west of Iran. I was with the first Amphibious Brigade 531 Engineers Shore Regiment Co. D. We later made the invasion into Sicily and then into Italy. Half of our reconnaissance party were wounded or killed going into Italy. In November 1943 we went back to England and made the invasion into Normandy, France, June 6, 1944. I waded ashore just thirty minutes after the first men at 6:30 A.M. We had three other campaigns after that and I came home with seven battle stars and not a scratch. My guardian angel was right along side me a lot of times. We were in the heart of Germany when the war ended on my birthday May 7, 1945. I arrived home September 2. I had many depressing and horrifying experiences during this time. One of the hardest and most disheartening was word of the death of my youngest brother, Richard, and of my sister Phyllis. I also had some experiences that strengthened my faith and testimony of the gospel of our Savior, Jesus Christ. The year after I returned from the service I helped my folks on the farm in Belfry, and helped Bill build a service station near Cooke City. Then I went to Salt Lake City and worked as a carpenter. During this time in Salt Lake, I dated several LDS girls, including Naomi Wagstaff, the sister of one of the lady missionaries, Marguerete Wagstaff, whom I had known in Columbia, Missouri while on my mission. In the summer of 1947 I returned home to Montana to go into the block manufacturing business. Later that summer I proposed to my future bride, Naomi Wagstaff, who was a nurse working at the Summit County Hospital in Coalville, Utah. She was originally from Kamas where her father had a dairy farm. We were married in the Salt Lake Temple on 19 November 1947. After Christmas, which we spent with relatives in Utah and Montana, we went to Arizona and spent the next three months there where I worked as a carpenter in the construction business in the Mesa area. We returned to Montana in March and rented a small house in Bridger where I had my block manufacturing business set up. That summer I bought an acre of ground one-half mile south of Bridger. There I constructed a building for my block business, and also a small house for our family. We had two little boys when we moved into this home: Victor Leland, born 22 September 1948, and Harold Gene, born 2 September 1949. The business did well for several years, but because of the nature of the business and weather conditions I had to discontinue block making in the winter and hire out in construction wherever I could get work. True to the teachings and example of my parents, I continued to remain active and involved in church and in civic affairs in the community of Bridger, and was zealous in encouraging and helping our children to do well in their school, community, and church activities. Naomi and I have five sons and one daughter, the two previously mentioned, and James Wallace, born 12 May 1952, Andrew Glen, born 29 November 1954, Morgan Wagstaff, born 12 March 1958, and Bonnie Joan, born 18 May 1961. All of our children graduated from Bridger High School and attended seminary and served missions. In 1980 when Bonnie graduated and left home to attend BYU in Provo, Naomi and I left our home in Bridger, where we had lived for thirty years, and moved to Utah. By this time the three oldest were married, none living in Montana, and the three youngest were attending BYU. For the first two years in Utah, we lived in Bountiful with sister June Green, caring for her.Sister Green was a cripple and in her seventies and couldn't care for herself. She lived in a basement apartment in the home of her daughter and son-in-law, Ardith and Heber Kapp. About Christmas time in 1981, we moved to Ogden to manage some apartments which our son Harold and I bought. These were sold about six months later and Naomi and I moved back to Bridger, Montana. We were there about three months when we leased the place and moved to Provo, Utah. In 1984, after we had sold our home in Bridger, we bought a home in Springville. Naomi cared for another elderly lady, Naoma Earl, who was legally blind. While I have officially retired from construction and carpenter work, I still do some odd jobs as a carpenter and in taking care of our home in Springville and property in Montana. Our children have scattered since getting their college degrees. Two live in Arizona: Bonnie and her husband David Gardner in Mesa, and Morgan and his wife Jeanne in Chandler. Andrew and his wife Linda live in Tullahoma, Tennessee. Jim and his wife Laurie live in Idaho Falls, Idaho. Harold and his wife Verla live in Fairfield, California. Leland and his wife Marlene, after living in California and Arizona for twenty years, now live almost next door in Spanish Fork, Utah. I have served in a number of church callings over the years. I was MIA Secretary at sixteen, taught classes in MIA and Sunday School and Priesthood meetings. I served as a counselor in the Branch Presidency in Belfry, and later as Branch President. I served as Sunday School President and on the Billings Stake High council for seven and a half years. I served as an Ordinance Worker in the Provo Temple, and am presently a stake missionary. I enjoy life and enjoy traveling. I have been privileged to travel these last 20 years, courtesy of two sons who work for different airlines. I enjoy living near Provo where I can go to and root for BYU at sports events, but most of all I love my family and being with them. Also, "I want you to know that I know that Jesus Christ lives. He died upon the cross for each and every one of us. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and was the instrument in God's hands in restoring the true gospel of Jesus Christ back to the earth. And I know that all of the presidents of the church have been prophets, and that we have a living prophet to guide and direct us today, President Gordon B. Hinckley."

An Army Engineer’s Recollection of the Longest Day, June 6, 1944

Contributor: Jan MWH Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

VICTOR REX JACKSON, Private First Class An Army Engineer’s Recollection of the Longest Day, June 6, 1944 I didn’t get much sleep the night of June 5, 1944. We had been on the LCT (Landing Craft Tank) for 24 hours already but the invasion had been delayed because of bad weather. The hard steel decks and the rough seas made sleeping difficult at best. We were one platoon of the 531st Engineers Shore Regiment and our LCT was carrying one big TD-18 caterpillar tractor to help with the massive effort of building a drivable surface across the soft sandy beach for the hundreds of trucks and vehicles that would be hauling supplies onto the beach. Finally the long night was over and we were on our way in. We were assigned to land on Utah beach. The first wave had landed at 0600. Now it was our turn. It was 0630 when the TD-18 caterpillar pulled the sled carrying our construction supplies off the ramp at the front of the LCT. Then I stepped of the ramp with my rifle in hand and my pack on my back. I immediately sank into the water up to my armpits, so I held my rifle above my head. We were still about 400 feet from the shore. But instead of the water getting shallower it started getting deeper. By now the water was up to my chin and my life jacket was partially floating me. My toes were just barely touching the sand so I could barely keep moving forward. Another soldier nearby who was short like me couldn’t swim and he started to panic. Anthony Gish grabbed him and started towing him to shore but they both swallowed a lot of salt water before they made it ashore. I don’t remember any small arms fire but we were getting shelled by mortar fire about every 10 minutes. The good thing about mortar shells is that you can hear them coming with a whistle like sound so you can hit the ground and avoid the shrapnel from the explosion. The bad thing about them is if they land close enough to you, you’re dead anyway. Our first task when we got ashore was to lay out the summerfelt matting across the sand to provide a firm surface for the trucks and vehicles coming in behind us. The matting was made from wire mesh in approximately 6 inch grid pattern with burlap on the bottom. It was manufactured in rolls that were 10 feet wide and 100 feet long. The rolls were stacked on the sled that the TD-18 Cat had pulled ashore. Each roll weighed about 500 pounds so four or five men would grab each end of the roll and start rolling it across the sand to the higher ground. It took about 2 rolls to span the distance from the hard wet sand and hard ground at the top of the beach. The next step after the matting was unrolled was to stake it down with iron stakes. While we were rolling out the matting, the infantry troops were landing on the beach and moving past us inland. One of their officers asked some of our squad to pull three bodies out of the surf. Two of us grabbed each body but when I reached for one poor soldier’s arm it pulled completely out of the socket because his shoulder had been shattered so badly from his wounds. As we continued rolling the matting and securing it with stakes, two soldiers from another company came up to our Command Post looking for their unit. Sergeant Snyder told them to get going to their unit and then walked away. Just then a mortar shell landed and killed one of them instantly. The other man looked like he was in bad shape when I passed by – his back had been cut to ribbons from the shrapnel of the mortar shell. The medics worked on him and gave him blood plasma but he died within an hour. When we finished laying the matting we were assigned to help unload the ships that were now beached on the wet sand. The tide had receded several feet from the time we had landed and because the beach was so shallow, the ships that had been floating a couple of hundred yards offshore when we landed were now sitting on wet sand. We climbed on board and manually loaded boxes into cargo nets that were then swung over the side and into trucks to haul up to the supply dump on the beach. We worked all day and into the night unloading the supplies to literally “feed an army.” I don’t remember specifically saying my prayers that night but I know I said them. I will always be eternally grateful for my Heavenly Father’s protecting care over me that day and throughout the war. The soldiers that I saw die there paid the ultimate sacrifice that we must never forget. I have been back to Utah beach twice since then – once in 1994 and again in 2004 for the 50th and 60th anniversary of that historic event. It looks a lot different now but yet it’s still the same shallow beach. I rolled up my pants and walked in the water – I hope to walk that beach one more time before I die. I guess I don’t have much time left since I’m 94 now. I saw one fellow soldier there that I had never met before but I embraced him and cried with him because we both knew men who gave their all on that beach. I met former CBS newsman Edwin Newman there at the Utah Beach Museum. He asked me about my experience and listened so intently to my story that you would have thought I had won the Congressional Medal of Honor. But I was just one of thousands who did their duty to their country in the name of freedom. I met another French man who shook my hand and thanked me for my service. He was just a boy five years old when the Army liberated his small village. I met the actor Tom Hanks at the American Cemetery at Colleville. He thanked me for my service. I shook hands with Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice and they thanked me. But the one that really melted my heart was a little French girl who spoke no English. She saw me as we were walking across a parking lot to our rental car. She couldn’t have been more than 8 years old. She was with her parents and I could see her parents talking to her as they looked at my WWII veteran cap. Suddenly she ran from her parents toward me and threw her arms around my legs and gave me the biggest hug that I will remember forever. That was a symbol to me that generations to come will always remember the sacrifices of the “Greatest Generation.” Edited by Harold Jackson

VICTOR REX JACKSON (1912-2010) LIFE HISTORY

Contributor: Jan MWH Created: 2 years ago Updated: 2 years ago

VICTOR REX JACKSON (1912-2010) LIFE HISTORY I am the oldest living child of Victor Orin and Ada E. Rex Jackson. I was born 7 May 1912 on the ranch of my Grandfather David Jackson. This ranch was three miles north of Randolph, Utah. I had four brothers and seven sisters, nine of whom are still living. My father was a rancher and business man with a special love for horses and adventure. Through the years, as he worked to provide for his growing family, he undertook a number of business ventures. He was a rancher, a car salesman and other things. As a result, his wife and young family were moved from place to place frequently. By the time I was twelve years old we had lived on a ranch near Randolph, Utah; on a ranch near Woodruff, Utah; in the town of Evanston, Wyoming; in the town of Randolph, Utah; in Ogden, Utah; Driggs, Idaho; and finally in Belfry, Montana where we lived during the remainder of my growing up years. Our family by this time consisted of four boys--Victor Rex, Clarence David, William Trueman, and Ned Roy, and three girls--Freda, Mary Elizabeth, and Alice. My father was in the farming business in Belfry, and needless to say, I had to learn early in life to work and to help care for my younger brothers and sisters. I developed a deep love for my family. My parents, mainly my mother, realized the importance of teaching her family the gospel and in instilling in them the desire to become educated, both in the gospel and in getting along in the world, and in capitalizing on advantages. I graduated from Belfry High School in 1932. By that time there were four more children in the family--Phyllis, Carrol, Hope Ada, and Richard Rex. My youngest sister, Norma Jean, was born about a year after I graduated. For a year or so after graduating from high school, I continued to help with the farming at home. During summers they took cows to Cooke City and sold milk. I got a job working on the highway construction and with a mining company at Cooke City. In 1939 my mother and our Branch President, Thomas Irvine, encouraged and helped me plan and prepare for a mission. I was called to the Central States Mission and entered the Mission Home in Salt Lake City on 5 February 1940. I was released 28 February 1942. I labored first in Belleville, Illinois; then in St Louis, Missouri; Kirksville, Columbus and Moberly, Missouri; and in Coffeeville and Topeka, Kansas. My companions were Elders H. Leslie Reese, Don Gardner, Alma Rigby, Parly Swanson, Johnson, Jacob VanLeeween, Ross, Keith Clark and Lem Lovell. On my return from my mission I rode as far as Salt Lake City with Elders Don Steadman and John H. Evanson. They went by way of Oklahoma, New Mexico, Texas and Arizona. My folks met me in Salt Lake City and I traveled the rest of the way to Montana with them. Seven weeks after returning from my mission, on my thirtieth birthday, I was inducted into the army at Missoula, Montana. I was sent to Fort Leonardwood, Missouri for basic training, and after eight weeks there I was sent to Camp Edwards, Massachusetts. We sailed from New York on 6 August 1942. Eighteen days later we arrived in the British Isles. I spent a month in Ireland and a month in Scotland. We then boarded a ship with a large convoy and sailed for North Africa. We made the invasion into Algeria about twenty-five miles west of Iran. I was with the first Amphibious Brigade 531 Engineers Shore Regiment Co. D. We later made the invasion into Sicily and then into Italy. Half of our reconnaissance party were wounded or killed going into Italy. In November 1943 we went back to England and made the invasion into Normandy, France, June 6, 1944. I waded ashore just thirty minutes after the first men at 6:30 A.M. We had three other campaigns after that and I came home with seven battle stars and not a scratch. My guardian angel was right along side me a lot of times. We were in the heart of Germany when the war ended on my birthday May 7, 1945. I arrived home September 2. I had many depressing and horrifying experiences during this time. One of the hardest and most disheartening was word of the death of my youngest brother, Richard, and of my sister Phyllis. I also had some experiences that strengthened my faith and testimony of the gospel of our Savior, Jesus Christ. The year after I returned from the service I helped my folks on the farm in Belfry, and helped Bill build a service station near Cooke City. Then I went to Salt Lake City and worked as a carpenter. During this time in Salt Lake, I dated several LDS girls, including Naomi Wagstaff, the sister of one of the lady missionaries, Marguerete Wagstaff, whom I had known in Columbia, Missouri while on my mission. In the summer of 1947 I returned home to Montana to go into the block manufacturing business. Later that summer I proposed to my future bride, Naomi Wagstaff, who was a nurse working at the Summit County Hospital in Coalville, Utah. She was originally from Kamas where her father had a dairy farm. We were married in the Salt Lake Temple on 19 November 1947. After Christmas, which we spent with relatives in Utah and Montana, we went to Arizona and spent the next three months there where I worked as a carpenter in the construction business in the Mesa area. We returned to Montana in March and rented a small house in Bridger where I had my block manufacturing business set up. That summer I bought an acre of ground one-half mile south of Bridger. There I constructed a building for my block business, and also a small house for our family. We had two little boys when we moved into this home: Victor Leland, born 22 September 1948, and Harold Gene, born 2 September 1949. The business did well for several years, but because of the nature of the business and weather conditions I had to discontinue block making in the winter and hire out in construction wherever I could get work. True to the teachings and example of my parents, I continued to remain active and involved in church and in civic affairs in the community of Bridger, and was zealous in encouraging and helping our children to do well in their school, community, and church activities. Naomi and I have five sons and one daughter, the two previously mentioned, and James Wallace, born 12 May 1952, Andrew Glen, born 29 November 1954, Morgan Wagstaff, born 12 March 1958, and Bonnie Joan, born 18 May 1961. All of our children graduated from Bridger High School and attended seminary and served missions. In 1980 when Bonnie graduated and left home to attend BYU in Provo, Naomi and I left our home in Bridger, where we had lived for thirty years, and moved to Utah. By this time the three oldest were married, none living in Montana, and the three youngest were attending BYU. For the first two years in Utah, we lived in Bountiful with sister June Green, caring for her.Sister Green was a cripple and in her seventies and couldn't care for herself. She lived in a basement apartment in the home of her daughter and son-in-law, Ardith and Heber Kapp. About Christmas time in 1981, we moved to Ogden to manage some apartments which our son Harold and I bought. These were sold about six months later and Naomi and I moved back to Bridger, Montana. We were there about three months when we leased the place and moved to Provo, Utah. In 1984, after we had sold our home in Bridger, we bought a home in Springville. Naomi cared for another elderly lady, Naoma Earl, who was legally blind. While I have officially retired from construction and carpenter work, I still do some odd jobs as a carpenter and in taking care of our home in Springville and property in Montana. Our children have scattered since getting their college degrees. Two live in Arizona: Bonnie and her husband David Gardner in Mesa, and Morgan and his wife Jeanne in Chandler. Andrew and his wife Linda live in Tullahoma, Tennessee. Jim and his wife Laurie live in Idaho Falls, Idaho. Harold and his wife Verla live in Fairfield, California. Leland and his wife Marlene, after living in California and Arizona for twenty years, now live almost next door in Spanish Fork, Utah. I have served in a number of church callings over the years. I was MIA Secretary at sixteen, taught classes in MIA and Sunday School and Priesthood meetings. I served as a counselor in the Branch Presidency in Belfry, and later as Branch President. I served as Sunday School President and on the Billings Stake High council for seven and a half years. I served as an Ordinance Worker in the Provo Temple, and am presently a stake missionary. I enjoy life and enjoy traveling. I have been privileged to travel these last 20 years, courtesy of two sons who work for different airlines. I enjoy living near Provo where I can go to and root for BYU at sports events, but most of all I love my family and being with them. Also, "I want you to know that I know that Jesus Christ lives. He died upon the cross for each and every one of us. I know that Joseph Smith was a prophet of God and was the instrument in God's hands in restoring the true gospel of Jesus Christ back to the earth. And I know that all of the presidents of the church have been prophets, and that we have a living prophet to guide and direct us today, President Gordon B. Hinckley."

Life timeline of Victor Rex Jackson

1912
Victor Rex Jackson was born on 7 May 1912
Victor Rex Jackson was 17 years old when Babe Ruth becomes the first baseball player to hit 500 home runs in his career with a home run at League Park in Cleveland, Ohio. George Herman "Babe" Ruth Jr. was an American professional baseball player whose career in Major League Baseball (MLB) spanned 22 seasons, from 1914 through 1935. Nicknamed "The Bambino" and "The Sultan of Swat", he began his MLB career as a stellar left-handed pitcher for the Boston Red Sox, but achieved his greatest fame as a slugging outfielder for the New York Yankees. Ruth established many MLB batting records, including career home runs (714), runs batted in (RBIs) (2,213), bases on balls (2,062), slugging percentage (.690), and on-base plus slugging (OPS) (1.164); the latter two still stand as of 2018. Ruth is regarded as one of the greatest sports heroes in American culture and is considered by many to be the greatest baseball player of all time. In 1936, Ruth was elected into the Baseball Hall of Fame as one of its "first five" inaugural members.
Victor Rex Jackson was 27 years old when World War II: Nazi Germany and Slovakia invade Poland, beginning the European phase of World War II. World War II, also known as the Second World War, was a global war that lasted from 1939 to 1945, although conflicts reflecting the ideological clash between what would become the Allied and Axis blocs began earlier. The vast majority of the world's countries—including all of the great powers—eventually formed two opposing military alliances: the Allies and the Axis. It was the most global war in history; it directly involved more than 100 million people from over 30 countries. In a state of total war, the major participants threw their entire economic, industrial, and scientific capabilities behind the war effort, blurring the distinction between civilian and military resources. World War II was the deadliest conflict in human history, marked by 50 to 85 million fatalities, most of whom were civilians in the Soviet Union and China. It included massacres, the genocide of the Holocaust, strategic bombing, premeditated death from starvation and disease and the only use of nuclear weapons in war.
Victor Rex Jackson was 32 years old when World War II: The Allied invasion of Normandy—codenamed Operation Overlord—begins with the execution of Operation Neptune (commonly referred to as D-Day), the landing of 155,000 Allied troops on the beaches of Normandy in France. The Allied soldiers quickly break through the Atlantic Wall and push inland in the largest amphibious military operation in history. The Allies of World War II, called the United Nations from the 1 January 1942 declaration, were the countries that together opposed the Axis powers during the Second World War (1939–1945). The Allies promoted the alliance as a means to control German, Japanese and Italian aggression.
Victor Rex Jackson was 43 years old when Disneyland Hotel opens to the public in Anaheim, California. The Disneyland Hotel is a resort hotel located at the Disneyland Resort in Anaheim, California, owned by the Walt Disney Company and operated through its Parks, Experiences and Consumer Products division. Opened on October 5, 1955, as a motor inn owned and operated by Jack Wrather under an agreement with Walt Disney, the hotel was the first to officially bear the Disney name. Under Wrather's ownership, the hotel underwent several expansions and renovations over the years before being acquired by Disney in 1988. The hotel was downsized to its present capacity in 1999 as part of the Disneyland Resort expansion.
Victor Rex Jackson was 52 years old when Martin Luther King Jr. received the Nobel Peace Prize for combating racial inequality through nonviolence. Martin Luther King Jr. was an American Baptist minister and activist who became the most visible spokesperson and leader in the civil rights movement from 1954 until his death in 1968. Born in Atlanta, King is best known for advancing civil rights through nonviolence and civil disobedience, tactics his Christian beliefs and the nonviolent activism of Mahatma Gandhi helped inspire.
Victor Rex Jackson was 67 years old when Jim Jones led more than 900 members of the Peoples Temple to mass murder/suicide in Jonestown, Guyana, hours after some of its members assassinated U.S. Congressman Leo Ryan (pictured). James Warren Jones was an American religious cult leader who initiated and was responsible for a mass suicide and mass murder in Jonestown, Guyana. He considered Jesus Christ as being in compliance with an overarching belief in socialism as the correct social order. Jones was ordained as a Disciples of Christ pastor, and he achieved notoriety as the founder and leader of the Peoples Temple cult.
Victor Rex Jackson was 74 years old when Space Shuttle program: STS-51-L mission: Space Shuttle Challenger disintegrates after liftoff, killing all seven astronauts on board. The Space Shuttle program was the fourth human spaceflight program carried out by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA), which accomplished routine transportation for Earth-to-orbit crew and cargo from 1981 to 2011. Its official name, Space Transportation System (STS), was taken from a 1969 plan for a system of reusable spacecraft of which it was the only item funded for development.
Victor Rex Jackson was 79 years old when The World Wide Web is opened to the public. The World Wide Web (WWW), also called the Web, is an information space where documents and other web resources are identified by Uniform Resource Locators (URLs), interlinked by hypertext links, and accessible via the Internet. English scientist Tim Berners-Lee invented the World Wide Web in 1989. He wrote the first web browser in 1990 while employed at CERN in Switzerland. The browser was released outside CERN in 1991, first to other research institutions starting in January 1991 and to the general public on the Internet in August 1991.
Victor Rex Jackson was 91 years old when Invasion of Iraq: In the early hours of the morning, the United States and three other countries (the UK, Australia and Poland) begin military operations in Iraq. The 2003 invasion of Iraq was the first stage of the Iraq War. The invasion phase began on 20 March 2003 and lasted just over one month, including 21 days of major combat operations, in which a combined force of troops from the United States, the United Kingdom, Australia and Poland invaded Iraq. This early stage of the war formally ended on 1 May 2003 when U.S. President George W. Bush declared the "end of major combat operations", after which the Coalition Provisional Authority (CPA) was established as the first of several successive transitional governments leading up to the first Iraqi parliamentary election in January 2005. U.S. military forces later remained in Iraq until the withdrawal in 2011.
Victor Rex Jackson died on 24 Jan 2010 at the age of 97
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