Morley Piper; appeared with Obama now admits D-Day fabrications
Massachusetts’ Eagle-Tribune tells the story of 93-year-old Morley Piper who appeared with President Obama at a Normandy 70-year memorial to the D-Day invasion. Piper now admits that he didn’t come ashore with the 29th Infantry Division on D-Day as he had told folks that he had.
In an interview at his Essex home Wednesday night, Piper apologized for lying about his military service. He said he served in the Army with the 459th Anti-Aircraft Artillery Battalion and participated in the Normandy invasion but well after the 29th Infantry stormed the beaches and bore the brunt of the German resistance. Piper’s updated account of his military service could not be immediately verified Wednesday night.
Piper said he began lying about his experience when he needed a credential to attend the 50th anniversary of Normandy in 1994. He told organizers he had been a member of the 29th Infantry so that he could participate in the ceremonies, he said.
When he returned to the United States and was asked to speak about his war-time experiences, he began including the misrepresentation that he had been with the 29th Infantry, including in stories that appeared in The Eagle-Tribune.
“I could have shut it off afterward, but I didn’t,” he said. “It kind of spiraled out of control.”
He has been giving speeches and talks about his imagined escapades, bragging about his non-existent Bronze Star for valor;
In a message that Piper said he planned to send to friends and others affected by his fabrications, he wrote, “I am profoundly sorry that I have to tell you I am one of those sad old men with an altered WWII military record. I made a terrible mistake. It should have never happened.”
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“I meant no harm, though it seems inadequate to say that now,” Piper wrote in his message to friends and others. “People make mistakes. Mine is inexcusable.”
Category: Phony soldiers, Valor Vultures
“…and others affected by his fabrications”
You will have to scream real loud. The cemeteries in France are a long way off, stud.
“I am profoundly sorry that I have to tell you….” I get it.
e.conboy
Think about his family. This old coot has been at this shit for years.
Schoolyard Dude: “My Grandpas a real honest-to-God hero!”
Random Schoolyard Bully: “You Grandfather was a lying sack of shit phony!”
Schoolyard Dude (as he cries): “I know”.
Just another old, gnarly sack of shit.
Ain’t no phony like an old phony! Speaking of which, I wonder if he knows Phoney Toney?
“Piper’s updated account of his military service could not be immediately verified Wednesday night.”
Oh, now they don’t want to take him at his word.
This level of egregious poser bullshit makes me sick.
“I made a terrible mistake.”
No, shitbird, you didn’t make a “mistake”. You knowingly LIED. For years.
And this poser assclown isn’t sorry for his lies.
He’s just sorry that he got caught.
…..sigh……
Another clown on parade…..
Another ASSCLOWN on parade…
FIFY, ‘stixx.
What a bony eared assfish!
I correct myself, he has less brains than a bony eared assfish if he thought he would continue to get away with his bullshit.
Think I made that term up? I dare someone to Google it!
Well, well. No shit- Acanthonus armatus. Nice find, API.
Thankyuhverymuch, search for it on YouTube, they’re the living embodiment of posers, all head/mouth and nearly ZERO ass!
This is being added to the Mountain of Insults®™
“he has less brains than a bony eared assfish if he thought he would continue to get away with his bullshit.”
Acanthonus armatus
I googled and giggled.
“People make mistakes. Mine is inexcusable.”
He is half right. He did not make a mistake, he lied. The word “mistake” implies an unintentional act, thus implying no guilt. His lie was intentional, to secure a personal advantage.
Mistake?
Grandpa spent the war manning antiaircraft guns on a Liberty Ship as part of a Naval Armed Guard detachment. He didn’t claim to have done anything “cooler” than that. In fact, according to the Navy, he actually did misrepresent his service, but in the opposite direction, denying any role in some actual heroic actions for which he was decorated. He never wore his medals, even before he was discharged at the end of the war, and didn’t keep them, either. The stories he told insisted that he was too scared to move while “this one guy, I forget his name” did something heroic in multiple instances of combat and non-combat shipboard emergencies. We would never have known that it was actually him if not for my Dad stumbling across the citations in an old box full of papers after Grandpa passed away.
Great-Uncle Ollie wrenched on B-17s with the 97th Bombardment Group (Heavy) until he was sent home with major burns from an accidental fire. You know what he told people about his wounds? “It was an accidental fire at the airfield, nowhere near the front line.”
Great-Uncle Trevor was an Army supply clerk at Fort Shafter, Hawaii. He was lucky not to be in combat, he knew it, he admitted it, and he busted his ass at his job to make damn sure that he did everything he could for those guys facing the japs who weren’t so fortunate in their assignments. He worked late every night, picked up slack for lazier supply guys, and didn’t ask for recognition. He knew that slacking in the supply chain meant that some GI on some godforsaken Pacific island might not have everything he needed when dozens of Japanese fanatics banzai-charged at him, so he worked the extra hours. What did he say about the war? “I was a supply guy in Hawaii.”
Great-Uncle Jim was a cav rifleman under Patton. He hardly talked about it at all, except his involvement in the retrieval of the Lipizzaner horses.
Go fuck yourself, Morley.
My father rode out the Korean War on an armed freighter transiting from San Fran to Japan/Korea on multiple trips. His whole time in can be summed up as: “Chipped paint on gun mount such and such. Painted gun mount such and such.”
I knew my dad served in WW2, but wasn’t aware until after his death that he also served in the Korean Conflict/War. (If you were there, it was a war.) I found multiple awards, medals, training certificates, etc. He went to heavy weapons training for what I assume were machine guns. He went to glider school. For all I know, he went into combat in a glider. He never said a dozen words about all this. He got a Bronze Star (No ‘V’). The cert says it is given in recognition of having received combat awards. (What is the Army equivalent of the Navy’s CAR?) Well, saying this b/c I’m proud of his accomplishments. He never once boasted. Not once. Problem with bullshitting, is eventually you forget dates, places and names if you are winging it. I have a horrible memory. Horrible. But some things one never forgets, such as duty assignments, entry/discharge dates, awards, etc. If I were to have started BSing after retirement in 91, there is NO way I could have maintained the façade. That’s the problem with these posers. They are eventually caught b/c they CRS.
This guy? IDK. He writes well for being so old. Almost hate to see this stuff. Don’t know which I dislike most, those who make up a career out of whole cloth, embellishers to an otherwise honorable career, etc. Crap, some of these guys create an entire career and ride it out for freaking decades. That’s a lot of stuff to remember.
My father landed in Oran, Algeria and went through North Africa, Sicily, and Italy. Ended the war in “Leghorn” waiting to ship out for the Pacific.
The only comment of substance we ever got out of him was about Monte Cassino. “That was a rough one.” That’s it. Not a word more.
The only other reaction I ever heard from him was when a customer of his (my parents had a deli) kept asking him to join the VFW.
“Why would I want to sit around a bar talking about things I just want to forget?”
Growing up in the 60s, I knew a LOT of WW2 vets and they were pretty much just like my father. Just plain didn’t talk about it.
He and my grandpa might have crossed paths. My grandpa never talked about his service, other than he served. No tales of braggadocio. He admitted to being infantry, but that’s about all I knew. He always joked that his athletes foot kept him in the infirmary more often than not.
Now that he’s gone, I’ve done some digging and discovered he wasn’t just infantry. He enlisted before Pearl, into the 34th ID. Took part in the Louisiana Maneuvers, was part of the first convoy of American troops to cross the Atlantic, and landed in Tunisia, and survived through Africa, Salerno, and over the Rapido River.
It’s really no wonder he (and your father) didn’t want to talk about it. Those were some bloody battles against well trained, experienced, and firmly entrenched Germans.
I’ll probably never get over not being able to hear the stories from his mouth.
I had an Uncle (Bud) that was assigned to King Company, 168th Inf of the 34th Red Bulls.
Taken prisoner in Tunisia on 17 Feb 43 and went to Stalag IIB in Pomerania until June of 45.
I never heard him say a word about it, but when we went to visit him and his family out at the original Claw homestead, he and my Dad would go to the barn just by themselves with a beer or two and “talked” as brothers, just one Infantryman to another Infantryman.
My father was actually Ordnance. Still went up to the front lines, but he wasn’t infantry.
An uncle was infantry in the Ozark Division. The only thing he ever said was that any SS they met up with received NO mercy from them.
Another uncle was on a minesweeper in the Pacific. He loathed the Japanese. Pretty common among Pacific vets. Never heard much from European theater guys about the Germans et al, but the Pacfic vets hated the Japs with a passion.
When my Navy uncle found out I was stationed in Japan, I almost had to pull him out of the ceiling. He was PISSED. Other than that, he was like the other vets I knew. No details about what he went through. Too bad.
The SS deserved NO mercy whatsoever.
My Dad served but not in the military, he was one of them that worked on the Manhatten project….my uncle was in the seabees, stationed on an island in the so. pacific, but I can’t remember which one! They were bombed by Japs and the only thing he talked about were the ships that came in all shot up and how they (he was welder) patched them up and they were out to see the next day!
That would be the Combat Infantryman Badge (CIB). WWII recipients of the CIB could receive the Bronze Cross Medal later for their combat service; my grandfather was one such (he received a battlefield promotion after the Bulge .. have a copy of the orders in my file).
Found this with a little research:
Sheesh!!
Bronze
CrossStar MedalThanks, rgr1480.
A couple years before I retired one of my contemporaries retired. I went to his retirement ceremony over in the Wing Headquarters. The flow was pretty standard,the presiding officer reviewed his career, he got his retirement award, they published the orders and he got a chance to speak.
Traditionally folks recognize family hand out presents, flowers, etc.
He brought his Dad up on stage told a story about how as kids he and his brother/cousins played Army in the neighborhood and they admitted they had probably lost Dad’s canteen, messkit etc from WWII. So he take a paper bag with some hardware from from the local Army Navy surplus store as replacements. he gave them to his Dad then one of the cousins took them back and put them on the table where the retirees shadow box and stuff was…
Then all of the sudden someone barked
ATTENTION TO ORDERS.
Citation to Accompany the Award of the Bronze Star Medal to Sgt Steve’s Dad etc.
Our local Army Det was aware of this reg change and when they found out Steve’s Dad had the CIB and had served at Battle of the Bulge they did the homework/legwork to get the Citation and Medal so Steve could present.
His Dad was completely unaware.
I usually have problems with the dust at these retirement ceremonies, but that particular one I don’t think there was a dry eye in the place.
GREAT STORY!!!! That was a well-done surprise presentation.
I grew up in the 70s and 80s near a Military Installation having the Honor and Pleasure of knowing and being mentored by WWI, WWII, Korea and Vietnam Vets and I can say from experience that the ones who did the most talked about it the least.
Agreed.
Have an uncle ( still living ) who served in Nam. Will NOT talk about it, AT ALL.
Not a shining example of The Greatest Generation. Did his presence at the 50th anniversary take the place of an actual D-Day vet? Guess we’ll never know, so fuck him running.
Barry looks like someone is holding a small turd under his nose. Surprised he was there at all.
He was there to say he supports the troops. The media loves the lip server, but never covers the budget cuts and tanking morale.
Lip service. Can’t type today.
My Pop went ashore on D +6 with his QM company. While the beaches were quiet the front lines were only five miles inland. His unit was shelled in its bivouac that first night and his tent was sieved by 88 Millimeter Arty fire. All he ever said about it was that he was in Europe during WWII.
Uh oh….It looks like Morley has a chest full of shit that he didn’t earn. Release the hounds!
https://www.ouest-france.fr/normandie/saint-clair-sur-lelle-50680/morley-piper-avait-une-vie-ordinaire-la-guerre-nous-changes-2607997
Asshole is sporting a CIB, a Bronze Star, a Purple Heart, and a few other medals that I can’t make out.
Morley, you lied about this for 24 FUCKING YEARS!!! My late neighbor from across the street (28th Infantry Division rifleman from St. Lo to VE Day) would have beaten the shit out of you if he was still alive…
P.S.: A phony D-Day veteran posing with a phony Commander-in-Chief, how sadly appropriate…
“Piper, a native of Illinois, was 18 when he joined the Army. He worked in the newspaper business for more than 60 years, including 12 years at The Boston Globe and 45 as a member and eventual director of the New England Newspaper Association.”
He’d fit right into today’s journalism – fake news.
Time to pay the Piper, Piper
Thank goodness he’s not dead and can still get his just desserts in this world. I especially liked the way he distanced himself from his Big Lie and the lesser ones. That shows experience, if not a true gift, for telling lies. Take for instance his confession that he is “one of those sad old men with an altered WWII military record.” Notice the way he is now in a crowd, no longer an individual liar and fraud. I guess there’s comfort in numbers. He does the same thing when he says that “People make mistakes.” And the Big Lie? Well, it was justified in the beginning, you see. He needed credentials to attend the ceremony in Normandy. Damn good reason, as he sees it. Afterwards, “it spiraled out of control” as if it was now a thing independent of him. Finally, he says, “It should never have happened.” Huh? It should never have happened? What did he do, forget to put bhis car in park? What he should have said was, “I lied. I brought shame on myself and embarrassed my family. I falsely put myself among the incredibly brave men who stormed ashore at Normandy in 1944 and, in doing so, took glory and accolades that are theirs alone, earned by blood.”
He and the other lying bastard, Ferris, can swap war stories. Piper will win. He got in a pic with the then president. Ferris got his taken with Biden. Perfect.
Sad, but not surprized.
My dad did not open up about his 2 years in hell (Korea) ’til he was close to death!
He can just go apologize to all these people.
Between WWII and Korea Pop was in the Graves Registration Service. He went to China to find and retrieve the KIA Doolittle Raiders, toured the battlefields of the south Pacific to relocate the fallen from the many cemeteries and worked in Honolulu to identify and repatriate the remains of the fallen. He served in Korea as a QM Company commander and returned to the GRS after the conflict. Long story short, as a kid if we were anywhere near one of the overseas National cemeteries he took us to see them. If the sight of acre on acre of white crosses on foreign soil doesn’t instill patriotism I don’t know what will. It is the very definition of sacrifice and patriotism.
Yeah, Morley, we all know that serving in the 459th Anti-Aircraft Artillery Battalion was just the same as landing on Omaha Beach as a rifleman in the 29th Infantry Division’s first assault wave on D-Day. Sure thing.
Lying shithead.
Dick Blumenthal should have been flanking Piper on the other side from Obama.
That would have completed the picture.
I’m unfortunately from the “People’s Republic of Connecticut”. This NEVER gets old!
What a jackoff. Phony baloney for decades and he’s only sorry his ass got caught.
My Great Uncle, Joe, came ashore on D-Day at Omaha Beach. 1st day, 2nd wave. He said that he hit the beach at 0630 hrs. Wounded D-Day+7. He NEVER talked about it unless he was drunk.
Somewhere in my house is a small baggie. In the baggie is sand. It is sand from Omaha Beach.
Same here, except mine was collected by my son. He got the black volcanic sand from Iwo Jima during one of his assignments to Okinawa, when he had a chance to venture to Iwo.
“…I am one of those sad old men with an altered WWII military record. I made a terrible mistake. It should have never happened.”
“Altered” WWII record my ass… NO, you fraudulently changed your record, it wasn’t inadvertently “altered” as you explanation implies!
What a yard bird!
Just had to embellish your record to get the invite… You probably would have been invited anyway had you just asked.
And another thing…
If that’s Morley Piper in the photo in front of the podium – since when did they award CIBs to canon cockers?
Bronze Star, Purple Heart, what else jackball…
The CIB was commonly awarded to other MOS’s who ended up attached or fighting with infantry units in WW2.
Hmmm, don’t think so. The whole purpose behind the CIB is to award the Infantryman.
Were you there when this happened?
If so, please give some specific examples.
I just bought mine at the PX.
Easier.
Heydude, the crickets are deafening. We’re waiting for an answer.
Or did you learn that you just can’t throw unproven/undocumented Bullshit up on the blog and expect the miscreant dickweeds on TAH to go for it?
Asking for a friend.
chirp chirp, chirp chirp, chirp chirp…
My Dad put one of the first pontoon bridges across the Rhine. All he would say is that the Germans got a little excited that day. Never talked about being at the Bulge or anything else. Learned the bridge thing from an old newspaper clipping.
“… Mine is inexcusable.””
Morley Piper, that’s like saying fire is hot, water is wet and SHIT STINKS. I was raised to respect my Elders, but your standing in the blood of those killed and wounded that day is as fucked up of a grade of inexcusable as it can get. IMHO that was NOT a mistake, it was an intentional CON GAME to get a free trip and some other goodies.
My dad served in the Air Force from 1950 to 1953. He was in the Air Police. After I graduated HS, he took me to the AF recruiter and away I went — After I was in the AF for a few years, I was looking through some old documents of his and found that we both went in the AF on 15 Mar – him 1950, me 1985 — 35 years to the day. It certainly wasn’t planned to happen that way — it just did. Sort of makes me believe in fate a little bit.
Lying old sack of shit, and that is unfortunately the nicest thing I can think of to say about him; never mind the younger lying sack of shit standing with him in the picture. Why is it when they get caught it’s always, “Oh, I misspoke…” or “I misremembered…” or this douche’s “I made a mistake…”? No, no you didn’t. You F-ing lied, you not only lied you kept it up for over 20 years. Morely, your existance must be pretty sorry for you to have to lie like that, more reason not to trust people in the media.
I wonder what it feels like to shit your pants in public when the cameras are right on you and everybody on the planet can see you do it ???