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For The Honor Of Their Fathers.......

 

 

".... you don't know what hell is until you are a young housewife  in Chicago with a 3-month old child and your husband gets a call to throw some clothes in a bag and go to Wisconsin at once. Later that evening a radio bulletin said that 2 unidentified FBI agents had been killed in Wisconsin. The wife of the agent across the hall and I called the Bureau headquarters all night trying frantically to find out if we were widows! .......When you have gone through that you will have been through hell." (Judge Don Metcalfe's recollection of words from his mother regarding his father, Special Agent (SA) James Metcalfe, who had embarked to "Little Bohemia.")

The Depression Era's war on crime came on hard and it came on fast. To say that there wasn't any type of formal training for them is an understatement. As Judge Don Metcalfe told me in a 2009 telephone interview, "It wasn't until months after the Kansas City Massacre in 1933 that my father had to learn how to shoot a gun and drive a car." 

 

By year's end of 1934, three more FBI Agents would be dead and others wounded by the wretched bastards they pursued.  Policemen and detectives who worked with or without the Bureau were no less vulnerable. 

 
Many Agents who were present those years didn't understand how much all of it would tax their home lives. Their bravery overshadowed the thoughts that they may make widows of their wives and leave their children fatherless. They endured the relentless fatigue of extremely long hours; of being in one city one day and another the next. The all night driving or the endless train rides and living out of a suitcase. At times, on the move with only the clothing on their backs. Shacking in some motel or private room in a remote corner of a dusty 1930's America. The weeks away from friends and family who would have no idea of where they were or what they were doing. Many times, at best, a slice of day old apple pie and a cup or two of rancid coffee.

 

SA Charles Winstead's 1925 photo submitted with Bureau application (FOIA; photo retouched by Mr. Dave EdwardsA very small piece of information predicated this website.  Several years ago, an online D allas newspaper report revealed that the memoirs of former FBI Special Agent, Charles Winstead were in a museum in Sherman, Texas. Having known the Winstead name and his role in the Dillinger shooting and many other high profile cases of the '30s, one could only wonder why a document of this value to FBI and police history had never made it out of the city of Sherman where Winstead was born. Or at least copies of it.  It was important that others read it.

 
Yet within the story of John Dillinger and the Winstead memoirs, came a final note from the author of the Dallas article.  He said, "FBI Agent Winstead, who died in bed at 82 in 1973, is today widely disremembered."


It's one of those statements you need to read twice.


How could a man like Winstead and the role he played in Texas law enforcement and FBI history not be remembered? There was something that just wasn't right with this. How many others are "disremembered?" Men who were so important to the pioneering of law enforcement and the beginnings of the FBI as we know it.

 

(see our photo gallery)Who were these forgotten FBI men  of the Depression Era? Where did these men come from and where did they go when they left; where are their children and grand children today?  What of the pictures, and letters they left behind; what of their manuscripts and diaries?  It's only now that we attempt to put a face with a name long forgotten. 

 
Under perhaps the worst of conditions, FBI men and many local law enforcement officers of the time pioneered a new crime era complete with gangland Chicago, dusty Midwest roads, wooden shacks, rented rooms, running boards, snap brim and straw hats.

 
An entire generation of FBI Agents is gone. So is the evil they pursued. Their biographies are diverse. From immigrants to those born here; many were lawyers and accountants; former Texas Rangers, or Oklahoma and surrounding lawmen; sports legends, boxers, war veterans of World War I and World War II. 

 
Generations of today and tomorrow will continue to thrive on the Dillingers, the Floyds and the others.  Not many will know the names of the men who pursued them;  a mere name in a magazine article or some small mention on a page in a book.  And no doubt as time progresses, distorted tales of two types of men; the hunters and the hunted.

 

SA "Hank" Sloan's Training Class - 1935FBI Agent James J. Metcalfe of the 30's said it all in his writings called "Portraits; We Were The G-Men." He writes "......We helped the Bureau grow, we suffered heartaches and we lost the lives of several men. But surely every one of us would do that job again. Because today the FBI is worthy of its name and we are proud and happy that we helped create its fame."


This website is a tribute to the many FBI Agents of the '30s long forgotten and to a very young FBI they so proudly served.  It is their recorded accounts of what really happened; it's their photos they left behind and their letters, diaries and memoirs that leave us not only a human side, but a picture of what it must have all been like during those dark, dusty years of battling crime.

For their surviving and now older children, this site is for the honor of their fathers........

 

 

 

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872763-1200679-thumbnail.jpgWebsite owner, retired FBI Special Agent Larry Wack (left in yellow) , spent the years of 1968 to 1972 working under Director J. E. Hoover's FBI as a support employee while attending college at night. After Director Hoover died in May, 1972, Mr. Wack continued working at FBI Headquarters until 1975. In 1975, being a graduate of American University in Washington, D. C., he became a Special Agent of the FBI and spent the next 28 years working on FBI Violent Crime and Terrorism Task Forces first in New York City and then Buffalo, NY area. He retired as an FBI Special Agent in 2003. SA Wack is shown here with his brother, "Cap," during a long overdue visit between the two in 2007.

Comments and opinions of the editor/ site owner do not necessarily reflect those of other current /former or retired Special Agents nor other law enforcement entities. The site editor/owner is not a spokesman for the FBI or any of its affiliate groups, organizations or Society.