Turned Away by the Marines and the Paratroopers

Audie Murphy was born June 20, 1925, in Hunt County, Texas, the son of sharecroppers, though for most of his adult life even he let people believe he was a year older. After the United States entered World War II, Murphy tried to enlist and was turned down twice: the Marine Corps and the Army's parachute infantry both rejected him as too small, a hair over five foot five and, by one commonly cited figure, barely 110 pounds. His older sister Corinne submitted a notarized affidavit changing his birth year so a recruiter would accept him as 18. He signed his Army enlistment papers on June 30, 1942, ten days after his actual 17th birthday, and was assigned as a rifleman rather than the branch that had turned him down. Asked about the falsified paperwork in a 1950 interview with the Austin Statesman, Murphy waved it off: "The doctor back home couldn't remember exactly when I was born," he said, "so I was 18."

The Army sent him to the 3rd Infantry Division, and over the next three years the undersized recruit the Marines had rejected fought through the invasions of Sicily and mainland Italy, the landings in southern France, and the push into the Vosges Mountains and the Colmar Pocket, a stretch of nearly continuous combat that few of the men who enlisted alongside him survived without a wound or a discharge.

An Hour Alone on a Burning Tank Destroyer

By January 26, 1945, Murphy was a 21-year-old second lieutenant commanding Company B, 1st Battalion, 15th Infantry Regiment, dug in near Holtzwihr, France, during the Colmar Pocket campaign to clear the last German foothold on the west bank of the Rhine. Six German tanks and several hundred infantry advanced on his position. Murphy ordered his company to fall back to a prepared line in the woods behind him while he stayed forward at his command post, directing supporting artillery fire onto the advancing Germans by field telephone.

One of his own M10 tank destroyers took a direct hit during the assault and its crew abandoned it, burning and still loaded with ammunition that could explode at any moment. Murphy climbed onto the wreck alone and turned its .50 caliber machine gun on the advancing infantry, exposed to fire from three sides for close to an hour, according to the citation's own account, with Germans reaching as close as ten yards before his fire and the artillery he kept directing by phone drove them back. He was wounded in the leg during the stand, kept fighting until his ammunition ran out, then organized the counterattack that pushed the Germans off the position his company had held.

A U.S. Army M10 tank destroyer firing across a river in France in early 1945, the same type of vehicle Murphy used alone at Holtzwihr
803rd Tank Destroyer Battalion M10 firing, Echternach, 7 February 1945, U.S. Army Signal Corps photo, National Archives, Public Domain

What the Citation Actually Credits Him With

The specific casualty count is where the popular retelling and the paperwork diverge. The Medal of Honor citation itself, for "conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty," states that Murphy "killed or wounded about 50" enemy soldiers during the hour on the tank destroyer, with his directed artillery fire separately credited with wiping out more, according to the text preserved by researchers who have transcribed the document in full. That is the number the U.S. Army actually certified for the Holtzwihr action.

The number almost every retelling reaches for instead, 240 Germans killed, wounded, or captured, comes from a different accounting: Murphy's own 1949 memoir "To Hell and Back" and his division's combat record, tallying his entire roughly three years in Sicily, Italy, and France, not the single stand at Holtzwihr. Outlets from Biography.com to the National WWII Museum have repeated the 240 figure directly alongside the Holtzwihr story often enough that the two numbers, one covering an hour, the other covering three years of continuous combat, get treated as if they describe the same event. They do not: it is the same kind of scope-collapse that turns a German general's two-year desert campaign into a single-battle legend once a good story starts getting repeated faster than the paperwork underneath it.

Twenty-Three Decorations, Counted Two Ways

A similar counting problem shows up in how many medals Murphy actually received. The decorations most consistently documented, drawing on the itemized list maintained by the Audie Murphy Memorial Foundation, run to 23 distinct types: the Medal of Honor, the Distinguished Service Cross, the Legion of Merit, the Silver Star (awarded twice), the Bronze Star (twice, the first with a "V" device for valor), and the Purple Heart (three times), on top of service medals, marksmanship badges, and five separate French and Belgian awards, including appointment as a Chevalier of the French Legion of Honor.

A figure of 33 decorations circulates just as widely in tribute pieces and biographies, but no source lays out an itemized count that reaches that specific number the way the Audie Murphy Memorial Foundation's list reaches 23; it appears to come from counting more granularly, individual repeat awards rather than grouped types, without any single tally anyone has published showing the arithmetic. Whichever total is used, no other American soldier of the war matched Murphy's specific combination: the Medal of Honor plus the nation's second- and third-highest awards for valor plus five foreign decorations, all for the same three years of infantry combat that turned a rejected 17-year-old recruit into the most publicly celebrated soldier of the war, a contrast to the same war's codebreakers, whose anonymity was deliberate, not accidental, their work classified for decades after Murphy's medals were already public record.

The War That Followed Him Home

Murphy left the Army in September 1945 and, within a few years, became a working actor, appearing in 26 films over the next 15 years, most of them Westerns, including a 1955 adaptation of his own memoir in which he played himself. Off screen, he spent much of that same period fighting a war that never showed up in a citation. He suffered for years from insomnia, nightmares, and depression, what soldiers of his generation called "battle fatigue" and what a modern diagnosis would recognize as post-traumatic stress disorder, a term the American Psychiatric Association would not formally adopt until 1980. By the mid-1960s he had become dependent on a doctor-prescribed sleeping medication called Placidyl; when he recognized the addiction, he locked himself in a motel room and endured a week of withdrawal rather than keep taking it.

Rather than stay quiet about any of it, which was the near-universal norm for combat veterans of his era, Murphy spoke publicly about his own insomnia and depression and pushed Congress and the Veterans Administration to study the psychological toll of combat and extend treatment and benefits to veterans returning from Korea and Vietnam, years before the condition he was describing had an official name, a candor that stands in sharp contrast to how an earlier generation's recruitment campaigns sold war to the public without any comparable honesty about what it did to the men who came home from it. He died in a plane crash on May 28, 1971, at 45, about nine years before PTSD entered the diagnostic manual he had spent the last decade of his life arguing veterans needed.