A soldier’s story: In memory of Milton ‘Chris’ Christian, ‘Private First Class, totally First Class, all the way’

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Milton “Chris” Christian gets his belated bronze star from Sen. Jeanne Shaheen during a ceremony at Derry town hall in Feb. 2010. Photo/Carol Robidoux

Publisher’s Note: The following story was originally published on Feb. 2, 2010. The time I spent with Chris Christian during the ceremony, and afterward as I broke bread with the family at the Derry Pizza & Restaurant, left me with a portrait of a man –  and a veteran – which has stuck with me. Mr. Christian lived another 20 months before passing in Oct. 2011 of complications from a stroke. I am republishing his story today to honor his service and his memory, and in remembrance of all those who bravely served. – Carol Robidoux, Ink Link publisher,


DERRY, NH, Feb. 1, 2010 – For most of his 84 years, Milton “Just call me Chris” Christian has avoided the limelight. Yesterday, all eyes were on him, as the World War II combat veteran finally received the Bronze Star that, for decades, had eluded him.

“I feel like a deer in the headlights,” said Christian, somewhere between the fanfare and the flurry of photographs snapped for posterity by his fleet of children and grandchildren, gathered together from near and far for the 20-minute ceremony held in the third-floor town council chambers.

U.S. Sen. Jean Shaheen, D-NH, did the honors, working with Col. James Moody to pin the medal to the breast pocket of Christian’s vintage Army field jacket, which he dusts off for special occasions. The senator said it was only her second opportunity to present a belated medal to a WWII veteran.

“Ouch,” said Christian, after one of several failed attempts by the two to poke through the thick woolen pocket flap.

“It’s like getting wounded in the service. You always hope the person working on you has experience,” said Christian, in jest, allowing his trademark good humor to shine.

Like many of those who served in WWII, Christian had earned the medal for “heroic service” but never received it, explained Shaheen – commanders did not always know the criteria for the award, which originated in 1944.

Christian had read about another veteran who received the medal, and started asking around. Shaheen’s office finally did the leg work required, which included verifying Christian’s military service records, after his own copies had been lost in a fire.

From 1943 to 1946 Christian served as a machine gunner with the 29th Infantry Division. He doesn’t consider himself a hero, although his collection of medals tells another story – Purple Heart, Good Conduct Medal, European-African Middle Eastern Campaign Medal, Victory Medal, Combat Infantryman Badge 1st Award, Honorable Service Lapel Button, Marksman Badge – ribbons he says he earned simply doing his job, protecting his fellow soldiers.

Christian returned from the war and resumed his education at UNH, setting the course of the rest of his fortunate life. He was a 25-year-old grad student when he met his match – a 17-year-old first-year freshman named Charlotte.

Chris Christian surrounded by many of his family members after he received his Bronze Star, Feb. 1, 2010. Photo/Carol Robidoux

They married before her junior year, and started a family almost immediately. In 1957 Christian and his bride settled in a stately home on East Broadway with their burgeoning family and went on to raise seven children – Steve, Bill, Pat, Nancy, twins Alice and Amy, and Marge.

Yesterday’s ceremony brought several of the kids to tears, as their father soaked in the applause then made his way to the podium using a walker. He mentioned one of his war buddies, who is still living in Texas.

“He deserves this as much as I do. If it wasn’t for the both of us, neither of us would be here – and none of these kids would be here. It took the two of us to get things done,” Christian said.

“War is not a nice thing. There’s nothing honorable about it. The only nice thing about our war was that the people we were fighting wore uniforms, and there were rules. You didn’t shoot prisoners, and you took care of the wounded, on both sides. I am glad I fought the war I did. It was a clean one,” Christian said. “There’s not much else to say. I’d better sit now before I fall over.”

After the ceremony, the Christian clan descended on the Derry Pizza & Restaurant, for a family-style lunch – and to raise a Styrofoam cup of champagne to their father, “Private First Class, totally First Class, all the way.”

Christian downed the bubbly and savored his french fries and jumbo bacon burger. Between bites, he talked about how the war had changed him.

“Some things you forget; other things stay with you and you replay them over and over again in your mind, like it was yesterday,” he said, closing his eyes.

“The very first time I heard artillery fire, I’ll never forget the sound, the whistling that filled the air. You dive in a hole, smoke rising all around you. There were six or seven of us together that day, and as soon as it’s over, you look around to make sure everyone is still alive. That time, we all made it,” Christian said. “That is your baptism.”

“They say there are no atheists in foxholes. But as we sat in those holes, praying that God would save us, I thought about the fact that the other side was doing the same thing. And then I wondered if God is just playing some kind of game with us. Pretty much I decided at that point there was no god,” Christian said.

“For the rest of my life, I’ve tried to do the right thing. I raised a beautiful bunch of kids – and they truly are my greatest accomplishment. So I’m not worried about what’s next. If there is a god, I think he’ll know that I just did the best I could. That’s all a man can do.”


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Longtime NH journalist and publisher of ManchesterInkLink.com. Loves R&B, German beer, and the Queen City!