Wells, Walter Scott “Scotty” (P2, C4, L29)

Sergeant First Class Walter S. Wells was born 25 November 1918, at Weeksbury, Floyd County, Kentucky. He enlisted in the Kentucky National Guard on 6 December 1940, at Richmond, Madison County, Kentucky, with Company G, 113th Medical Regiment. While on active duty at Camp Shelby, Mississippi, he was transferred to Company I, 113th Medical Regiment. He was relieved from active duty to state control on 23 June 1941. He was recalled to active duty in September 1941, and transferred to U. S. Army Air Corps.

Wells died 9 December 1941, at Greenville, Washington County, Mississippi, while in training for the U. S. Army Air Corps. He is buried in the Wells Buckingham Cemetery, Paintsville, Johnson County, Kentucky.

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He graduated from the Paintsville High School and entered Eastern State Teachers College, at Richmond, Ky., where he worked his way through college until he enlisted in the Medical Corps of the state militia in January, 1941, and was stationed at Camp Shelby, Miss.

In September 1941, he was transferred to the Headquarters Squadron Air Corps of the U. S. Army and assigned to 436 School Squadron Air Corps at Greenville, Miss., where he was making marked progress in aviation at the time of his death.

He departed this life in the barracks at Greenville, Miss., at 7:45 a.m., December 9, 1941.

He is survived by his father, Byron Wells, and one brother, Robert Lee Wells, his mother having preceded him in death in January 1933.

“Scotty,” as his friends and loved ones called him, was always a good boy-moral and temperate and hard working-and was loved and respected by all who knew him. He was converted and united with the Mayo Memorial Church on February 25, 1936, under the pastorate of the beloved Dr. W. E. Canter, at the close of a revival conducted by Rev. Ralph Johnson.

Death came suddenly not a word spoken after the fatal heart attack came. No time for a last farewell. No time for the shock of fear. Scarcely a moments halt on the shore. With the guide and the boat man near. Dear, how surprised you were to go. With little to suffer - little to know. “Only a moment of dark. A dream of the fleeting night, and then the beautiful break of day. And the quiet peace of light. and you found yourself where you longed to stand, In the repose of the fatherland.