how many surviving vets are there from world war one in massachusetts or the usa?

Answer 1

Considering that WWI ended 99 years ago, and because you always hear of people that lied about their age and enlisted when they were 16, I would guess none. If a 16 year old enlisted at the tail end, that would make them 115 years old today.

*EDIT* - Oops! I got the math wrong. That's what happens when I get too much blood in my caffeine through my veins. It would be 105 at a minimum.

Answer 2

Here are the last remaining WW 1 survivors
Babcock, John F. 01900-07-23 23 July 1900 107 Canadian Canadian Army (lives in Spokane)

Buckles, Frank Woodruff 01901-02-01 1 February 1901 106 American United States Army thelast remaining armerican to serve over seas

Coffey, J. Russell 01898-09-01 1 September 1898 109 American US Army

Landis, Harry Richard 01899-12-12 12 December 1899 108 American US Army
three out of four completed basic during wartime but never went overseas

Matthews, Floyd 'Skipper' 01903-02-03 3 February 1903 104 American United States Navy
he enlisted a month before the Treaty of Versailles, and so was still in training
Rex, Robley H. 01901-05-04 4 May 1901 106 American US Army unconfirmed may have joined in 1919

These are claims that were included in the press, but have not been verified by a government-sanctioned body or actual records located. To be a 'claim', there must be at least a citation. In both cases veteran status has been claimed by the men in question, but they are currently unsupported by physical evidence or independent research


Lincoln, Jim 01898-06-21 21 June 1898 109 American US Army Resides in Eugene, Oregon

Olin, William 01904-08-28 28 August 1904 103 American US Army Claims to have enlisted at age thirteen, resides in

Answer 3

To have fought in WW1, a vet would have to be well into his hundreds by now. Think about it. If a person enlisted on his 18th birthday in 1918 towards the end of the war. He would be 107-108 today. And that would be the youngest possible age. Last year on AFN the military had a tribute to the last remaining American WW1 vet that died that year. So your answer is 0. There are no remaining WW1 American Veterans.

Answer 4

There are only 5 living Pearl Harbor survivors left. What do you think the chances are for there to be any surviving person from a war 30 years before America joined WW2?

Answer 5

At last count about 3 month ago there were 3 left.

Answer 6

I believe its down to 0.

May they Rest In Peace.
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Over There — and Gone Forever

By RICHARD RUBIN
Published: November 12, 2007

BY any conceivable measure, Frank Buckles has led an extraordinary life. Born on a farm in Missouri in February 1901, he saw his first automobile in his hometown in 1905, and his first airplane at the Illinois State Fair in 1907. At 15 he moved on his own to Oklahoma and went to work in a bank; in the 1940s, he spent more than three years as a Japanese prisoner of war. When he returned to the United States, he married, had a daughter and bought a farm near Charles Town, W. Va., where he lives to this day. He drove a tractor until he was 104.

But even more significant than the remarkable details of Mr. Buckles’s life is what he represents: Of the two million soldiers the United States sent to France in World War I, he is the only one left.

This Veterans Day marked the 89th anniversary of the armistice that ended that war. The holiday, first proclaimed as Armistice Day by President Woodrow Wilson in 1919 and renamed in 1954 to honor veterans of all wars, has become, in the minds of many Americans, little more than a point between Halloween and Thanksgiving when banks are closed and mail isn’t delivered. But there’s a good chance that this Veterans Day will prove to be the last with a living American World War I veteran. (Mr. Buckles is one of only three left; the other two were still in basic training in the United States when the war ended.) Ten died in the last year. The youngest of them was 105.

At the end of his documentary “The War,” Ken Burns notes that 1,000 World War II veterans are dying every day. Their passing is being observed at all levels of American society; no doubt you have heard a lot about them in recent days. Fortunately, World War II veterans will be with us for some years yet. There is still time to honor them. But the passing of the last few veterans of the First World War is all but complete, and has gone largely unnoticed here.

Perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised. Almost from the moment the armistice took effect, the United States has worked hard, it seems, to forget World War I; maybe that’s because more than 100,000 Americans never returned from it, lost for a cause that few can explain even now. The first few who did come home were given ticker-tape parades, but most returned only to silence and a good bit of indifference.

There was no G.I. Bill of Rights to see that they got a college education or vocational training, a mortgage or small-business loan. There was nothing but what remained of the lives they had left behind a year or two earlier, and the hope that they might eventually be able to return to what President Warren Harding, Wilson’s successor, would call “normalcy.” Prohibition, isolationism, the stock market bubble and the crisis in farming made that hard; the Great Depression, harder still.

A few years ago, I set out to see if I could find any living American World War I veterans. No one — not the Department of Veterans Affairs, or the Veterans of Foreign Wars, or the American Legion — knew how many there were or where they might be. As far as I could tell, no one much seemed to care, either.

Eventually, I did find some, including Frank Buckles, who was 102 when we first met. Eighty-six years earlier, he’d lied about his age to enlist. The Army sent him to England but, itching to be near the action, he managed to get himself sent on to France, though never to the trenches.

After the armistice, he was assigned to guard German prisoners waiting to be repatriated. Seeing that he was still just a boy, the prisoners adopted him, taught him their language, gave him food from their Red Cross packages, bits of their uniforms to take home as souvenirs.

In the 1930s, while working for a steamship company, Mr. Buckles visited Germany; it was difficult for him to reconcile his fond memories of those old P.O.W.’s with what he saw of life under the Third Reich. The steamship company later sent him to run its office in Manila; he was there in January 1942 when the Japanese occupied the city and took him prisoner. At some point during his 39 months in captivity, he contracted beriberi, which affects his sense of balance even now, almost 63 years after he was liberated by the 11th Airborne Division.

Nevertheless, he carries with aplomb the burden of being the last of his kind. “For a long time I’ve felt that there should be more recognition of the surviving veterans of World War I,” he tells me; now that group is, more or less, him. How does he feel about that? “Someone has to do it,” he says blithely, but adds: “It kind of startles you.”

Four years ago, I attended a Veterans Day observance in Orleans, Mass. Near the head of the parade, a 106-year-old named J. Laurence Moffitt rode in a Japanese sedan, waving to the small crowd of onlookers and sporting the same helmet he had been wearing in the Argonne Forest at the moment the armistice took effect, 85 years earlier.

I didn’t know it then, but that was, in all likelihood, the last small-town American Veterans Day parade to feature a World War I veteran. The years since have seen the passing of one last after another — the last combat-wounded veteran, the last Marine, the last African-American, the last Yeomanette — until, now, we are down to the last of the last.

It’s hard for anyone, I imagine, to say for certain what it is that we will lose when Frank Buckles dies. It’s not that World War I will then become history; it’s been history for a long time now. But it will become a different kind of history, the kind we can’t quite touch anymore, the kind that will, from that point on, always be just beyond our grasp somehow. We can’t stop that from happening. But we should, at least, take notice of it.

Richard Rubin, the author of “Confederacy of Silence: A True Tale of the New Old South,” is at work on a book about America’s involvement in World War I.

Answer 7

Not many, If any