In Memory of
Edward Welland Callihan
Van Metre, South Dakota
September 18, 1911 -- May 7, 1942
Died Non-Battle at Fitzsimons General Hospital, Denver, Colorado
Edward Welland Callihan, the eldest son of Everett and Amy Callihan, was born
on September 18, 1911 in Pierre, South Dakota. Edward attended both grade
school and high school in Murdo, South Dakota. After graduating from high school
in 1930, Callihan attended college in Brookings, South Dakota graduating with
honors and receiving his military training from the R.O.T.C. He received a
master’s degree in mechanical engineering in 1937. Callihan was very active in
college, including R.O.T.C. and won several medals for his great marksmanship in
shooting pistols and rifles. He represented the college at the National Rifle
matches at Camp Perry, Ohio, during the summer of 1936.
Edward Callihan was called to active duty in the Army at Ft. Riley, Kansas
in 1937, served his tour of duty as a second lieutenant, and was then called for
officer’s duty at a CCC camp at Sheridan, Arkansas. He then returned to the Ft.
Riley Cavalry Post, where he was promoted to a first lieutenant. Although he was
ill while at Fort Riley, Kansas, he served as Business Officer of Troop Club
during 1940 and 1941. As a hobby, Edward took up flying and earned a pilot’s
license. Lt. Edward Callihan passed away on May 7, 1942 at Fitzsimons General
Hospital, in Denver, Colorado after a lengthy battle with cancer. His remains
were returned to South Dakota, and he was buried at Van Metre. In The Murdo
Coyote, P.F.C. Norman E. Roller wrote “In Memoriam to a Friend and a Chum”:
You are not
dead--Life has but set you free!
Your years of life were not many, but those were like a lovely song.
The last sweet poignant notes of which held long.
Passed into silence while we listened, we who loved you
Listened still expectantly!
And we about you whom you moved among
Would feel the grief for you were surely wrong
You have but passed beyond where we can see
For us who knew you dread of age is past.
You took life tiptoe to the very last.
And courage was surely yours, and life never lost for you in its lovely look.
You kept your interest in its thrilling book.
To you death came, no conquer in the end.
You merely smiled to greet another friend.
This entry was respectfully
submitted by Harley D. Bryant, 11th grader at Stevens High School in
Rapid City, South Dakota, March 19, 2002. Information for this entry was
provided by The Murdo Coyote and an application for a bonus payment.