From a forthcoming treatise on the Auburn Creed by Ben Bartley, excerpted here on the occasion of the 69th anniversary of D-Day.
George Petrie wrote The Auburn Creed on November 12, 1943. He was 77. The Plainsman published the “Auburn Student’s Creed” on January 21, 1944. Shug Jordan arrived at Normandy on June 6, 1944 with a copy in his boot or his pocket or hidden elsewhere on his person. An Auburn friend sent him the clipping in the spring of ’44. Look away from your computer or your phone and think about that for a beat, that confluence. Petrie wrote it and then The Plainsman published it and then Shug carried it into occupied France.
Petrie taught Jordan history. The two would sit on Petrie’s large porch, which faced Samford, the land now part of RBD’s lawn, and talk football — Petrie being Auburn’s first coach and Jordan later to become its greatest. Before the war of course, when Shug was coaching basketball and assisting football. Before he served in North Africa, in Sicily, at Okinawa. And Normandy. He was 33 at Normandy. He commanded a landing craft. He landed this craft at Utah Beach. That’s where the Nazis tried to kill Shug. They failed, but maybe only just. Shrapnel from an 88 mortar shell punctured his left arm. He bled and bled, the arm useless. He fought onward. He demolished walls, ensured victory.
Then followed four days of Shug prone or propped seated with his soldiers, his countrymen wounded, recovering, not recovering to his left and right, across the aisle, in this hospital where watched were the pretty nurses in white swiveling past, each like an archetypal vision of death, the stark white outline flashfried into the brain the second before extinction. Bodies and explosions and the horrible recursive ability of traumatic experience to play and rewind and play and rewind in a seemingly infinite continuance of remembrance until where the unbearable aspect is the knowledge of its forever return. To actively not think of it is already to be thinking of it. He later said he thought of football. Football helped Shug through D-Day.
Surely this means Auburn. If what Ralph Jordan Jr. said is true, if his father did indeed have a copy of The Creed on him that day, then presumably this implies Shug had The Creed with him after that day, too, in the hospital. I believe that this is a practical world . . . a spirit that is not afraid . . . I believe in my country . . . We can imagine him unfolding that grey paper black with the articulation of all he’d left behind, maybe spotted crimson, maybe white at the fold lines, so many times unfolded and refolded in ship bunks and barracks, like reading a puzzle, and we can imagine him thinking, as he read those first eight words hours and days after the deaths of thousands, while he fought in the most devastating war in human history…
How is this — this war, this world, life itself — practical?
With supreme indebtedness to Mike Jernigan, founding editor of the Auburn Alumni Magazine and author of Auburn Man: The Life & Times of George Petrie.
Related: Rare video of Shug discussing how football got him through D-Day.
* Auburn’s barbers were super-patriotic during World War II
* Sandra Dee poses with The Plainsman
* Elvis says “War Eagle”
* Alabama in Auburn gear
* Diagram of a 1983 Auburn student
* That OTHER time they burned the Glom
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Lee C. Parker says
Super Story…Coach Jordan rushed and Pledged my Dad / Col. William Leroy Parker for Theta Chi Fraternity…abt 1935-38…It is also totally blows my mind that on D-Day they were not too far apart. At 2:30 am Dad’s Unit 315 Airborne Troop Carrier Group flew 40 planes of the 82nd and the 101st Paratroopers from an American airbase @ Spanhoe, England to St. Mere Eglise… a town behind the beaches of Omaha and Utah. Spanhoe was a farming community south of London and near the channel coast where the Americans built a base.. Later in March of 1945 Dad would command a unit of 40 of their planes and men to Amiens, France to an airfield in order that gasoline could be stock piled for Gen. Patton’s Tanks. this sent his unit into harms way since the ME-109’s were still around. They were still there when V-E Day came…living in the woods on top of a mountain with open air latrines…time to go home…On the way home Dad encountered one of his Theta Chi Brothers on the ship…he had been a prisoner of war for a year and a half in a German POW camp…Small world indeed.