Friday, February 19, 2016

Joe Medicine Crow, the last living legitimate war chief of the Crow tribe.

Medicine Crow joined the Army in 1943, becoming a scout in the 103rd Infantry Division and fought in World War II. Whenever he went into battle, he wore his war paint beneath his uniform and a sacred eagle feather beneath his helmet. Medicine Crow completed all four tasks required to become a war chief: Touching an enemy without killing him, taking an enemy's weapon, leading a successful war party and stealing an enemy's horse.
He touched a living enemy soldier and disarmed an enemy when he turned a corner and found himself face to face with a young German soldier:
He also led a successful war party and stole an enemy horse, making a midnight raid to steal the horses from a battalion of German officers (as he rode off, he sang a traditional Crow honor song.) He is the last member of the Crow tribe to become a war chief.
And a true bad ass!  


  1. It's really amazing, the exploits of real people on the battlefield. When faced with death, the human reverts to the basics; calling out to a loved one is a condition shared by those on both sides. The chiefs response shows a respect for life even in the heat of battle.

    I hope I am never placed in such a situation; war is hell, and requires much from its combatants.