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 recalls the words of his mother who told how his father left home for the "Little Bohemia" Lodge)
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 fought the 1930's war on crime 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 Pullman train rides. 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 and dry America. There would be days and weeks away from their wives, their children and their friends who would have no idea of where they were or what they were doing. For many they'd be constantly on the run with nothing more than a slice of day old apple pie, and a cup or two of someone's rancid coffee.
Former SAC, Melvin Purvis wrote his book "American Agent" in 1935 after he resigned from the Bureau. He jokingly mentioned "my travel bag consisted of my hat." More seriously, he states "There were men who served with me who never knew the emotion of fear. They belonged to the glory company of history, those joyous daredevils who, from time immemorial, have been vainly waiting for a commander to order a charge on the gateways of hell....for it was war, and nothing less....but the story of what went on behind the scenes...made possible the triumph of law and order, has never been told." Tireless investigations, heartbreaking and tragic failures, Purvis recounted. "....what we really needed was one night of uninterrupted sleep...."
One small article I read years back was the catalyst for the creation of this website. An online Dallas 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. After all, Winstead was just one of the many who belonged to the "glory company of history" that Purvis referred to.
But somehow overpowering the news 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."
"Disremembered..." It's one of those statements you need to read twice.
How could men like Winstead and others with him in FBI history not be remembered? There was something that just wasn't right with this. How many others are "disremembered?" Men who were such an intricate part of the pioneering of a very young and inexperienced FBI.
Who were these young warriors who took on a mission that would cost some their lives and the lives of local officers they worked with? Where did they come from and what was their involvement; what of their own stories about what happened? Where are their children and grandchildren? What of their father's and grandfather's letters, diaries and the now fading photographs of the times?
An entire generation of FBI Agents is gone. So is the evil they pursued. Their biographies are diverse. From immigrants to those U.S. born; from lawyers to accountants, former Texas Rangers, or Oklahoma and surrounding lawmen; sports legends, boxers, and veterans of the Great War.
For decades, these G-men and their police and detective counterparts have been long forgotten and hardly mentioned except at times to play second place to our own obsessions with the killers they pursued. Today, not many will know the names of the men who left their homes and families in pursuit of those who wreaked havoc on the weak and defenseless of American society. Under perhaps the worst of conditions, FBI men and local law enforcement counterparts at times who risked their lives daily and who were the real heroes of America's "lawless years." An era of straw hats and tommy guns, dusty midwest roads, wooden shacks, rented rooms, and running boards.
FBI Agent James J. Metcalfe of the 30s left us with their vision when he wrote "Portraits; We Were The G-Men." "We helped the Bureau grow, we suffered heartaches and we lost the lives of several men. But surely everyone 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 now long "disremembered," their police counterparts and a very young FBI they were so proud of. It is their recorded accounts; their photos they left behind; their letters, diaries and memoirs that tell us the stories and the sacrifices very few have heard.
.........For their surviving children and grandchildren, this site is for the honor of their fathers...
Entering 2014, this site under constant construction ; stop back often
Website owner, retired FBI Special Agent Larry Wack 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. After graduating the FBI Academy, he was assigned to the NYC Office becoming a member of the Bureau's original Terrorist Task Force. In 1990, he was transferred to the Buffalo Office and was Coordinator of the Fugitive/Gang Task Force there, carrying his own cases also. He retired in 2003.
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