Beyond the Call: Medal of Honor Stories

The village of Flamierge in Belgium was the kind of place that rarely shows up on maps, a scattering of stone houses and frozen fields in the Ardennes forest. On the morning of January fourth, nineteen forty five, it was also the focal point of a German attack during the Battle of the Bulge. Snow lay hard on the ground, trees were bare and black against a low sky, and American paratroopers from Company B of the five hundred thirteenth Parachute Infantry Regiment dug into shallow foxholes and ruined buildings. Among them was a young staff sergeant named Isadore Siegfried Jachman, a twenty-two-year-old squad leader who moved from position to position, checking his men and waiting for the enemy to appear. When the attack came, it would test not only his training, but the entire story of how he had arrived in that frozen village.

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You are listening to Beyond the Call: Medal of Honor Stories, the Monday feature of Dispatch: U.S. Military History Magazine, developed by Trackpads dot com. In this episode we follow the life of Staff Sergeant Isadore “Izzy” Jachman, a Jewish refugee from Berlin who became an American paratrooper and faced the armored spearhead of the regime that had driven his family from their home. His journey takes us from the streets of prewar Germany to the neighborhoods of Baltimore, through airborne training grounds and into the heart of the Battle of the Bulge. It is a story about identity, responsibility, and what it means to go beyond the call of duty when the lives of others depend on a single choice.

Isadore’s story begins in Berlin in December nineteen twenty two. He was born into a Jewish family in a country that was already showing signs of deep political unrest. Over the next decade, the rise of the Nazi regime turned that unrest into an official campaign of exclusion and violence against Jewish citizens. As new laws stripped away rights and public hostility grew, the Jachman family made a decision that would shape all of their lives: they left Germany and started again in the United States. They settled in Baltimore, Maryland, where German became a language of the past and young Isadore grew up speaking English, attending local schools, and answering to the nickname “Izzy.”

Baltimore offered safety, but news from Europe ensured that the past was never far away. As the nineteen thirties turned into the nineteen forties, stories reached the family about relatives who remained behind. Several of them, including a number of Isadore’s aunts and uncles, were murdered as Nazi persecution hardened into the machinery of the Holocaust. For Izzy, these were not abstract political developments; they were family tragedies with names and faces. He went to Baltimore City College, a public high school with a reputation for strong academics, and like many young Americans he followed the growing conflict overseas in newspapers and on the radio. When the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in December nineteen forty one pulled the United States fully into the war, the struggle he had been watching from afar suddenly became his country’s fight as well.

In November nineteen forty two, at nineteen years old, Isadore enlisted in the United States Army. Training transformed him from a civilian into a soldier, with long days of drills, weapons practice, marching, and field exercises that taught him how to work as part of a squad and a platoon. The Army eventually directed him into the airborne forces, a relatively new branch built around paratroopers. Airborne infantry were soldiers trained to jump from aircraft by parachute, land behind or near enemy lines, and then fight on foot as light infantry. The training was demanding and dangerous. It involved repeated jumps from towers and mock aircraft doors, learning how to land without breaking bones, and long hours in the field practicing how to regroup quickly after a scattered landing.

Isadore earned his parachutist wings and joined Company B of the five hundred thirteenth Parachute Infantry Regiment, part of the seventeenth Airborne Division. While other airborne divisions made dramatic combat jumps into Normandy and the Netherlands in nineteen forty four, the seventeenth remained in reserve in England for much of that year, training and waiting. The paratroopers spent long weeks refining small-unit tactics, conducting night exercises, and rehearsing how to move quickly from airfields to assembly areas. There is a particular strain in waiting for a war that everyone knows is coming. For the men of the seventeenth, that moment arrived in December nineteen forty four, when Germany launched a massive surprise offensive through the Ardennes forest.

The Battle of the Bulge, as it came to be known, was an attempt by German forces to split the Allied lines, seize key road junctions, and force a political settlement. Using poor weather to hide their movements, they pushed armored divisions through lightly held American sectors in Belgium and Luxembourg. Thin infantry units were overrun or forced into desperate defensive actions. To halt the advance and plug the gaps, Allied commanders rushed in any available reserve. The seventeenth Airborne Division, still new to combat, was ordered across the Channel, through France, and into Belgium. The paratroopers traveled in open trucks in bitter winter weather, wrapped in blankets and extra clothing, moving along icy roads toward the sound of artillery.

By early January nineteen forty five, Company B of the five hundred thirteenth was positioned near the village of Flamierge. The terrain there was a mix of small fields, hedgerows, and patches of forest, crossed by narrow country roads. The weather was harsh. Snow and ice made movement difficult and deepened the cold in foxholes and improvised shelters. The men had little information beyond the knowledge that German armor and infantry were operating nearby and could attack at any time. Staff Sergeant Jachman, now in his early twenties, was responsible for the welfare and combat readiness of the soldiers in his squad. That meant checking their weapons and ammunition, helping them improve their fields of fire, and maintaining morale in conditions that were physically and mentally draining.

On January fourth, the enemy came. The attack opened with a pounding of artillery and mortar fire that threw up fountains of snow, earth, and shattered wood around the American positions. Shell fragments tore into trees and stone walls, and the air filled with the sounds of explosions and the sharp crack of small-arms fire. Through this barrage came German tanks and infantry. Tanks were the spearhead of many German attacks in this phase of the war. Their thick armor made them difficult to stop, and their main guns and machine guns could tear apart lightly held defensive lines. As the tanks approached Flamierge, they began raking the paratroopers’ positions, blasting at houses, hedges, and any suspected foxhole. Company B started to take serious casualties, and some of its soldiers found themselves pinned down in exposed positions, unable to move without drawing more fire.

From his vantage point, Staff Sergeant Jachman understood the danger. If the tanks broke through and rolled over his company’s positions, the defenders would be killed, captured, or forced to withdraw in disarray. In that moment, he made a decision. Leaving the limited protection of his cover, he crossed open ground that was being swept by artillery, tank shells, and machine-gun fire. Moving through this deadly space, he reached the body of a fallen comrade and picked up a rocket launcher and ammunition. The launcher was a shoulder-fired anti-tank weapon designed to fire rockets capable of penetrating armor at close range. Alone, carrying this weapon, he moved forward again, closing the distance to the enemy tanks.

As he advanced, the tanks focused their fire on him, recognizing the threat he posed. Yet he stood and fired, sending rockets toward the lead vehicles. One tank was hit and disabled, its attack stopped in its tracks. The second tank, seeing what had happened to its companion and facing a determined defender who refused to go to ground, chose to withdraw rather than press the attack. Without their armored spearhead, the German infantry lost momentum and the assault began to falter. In those few minutes, the action of a single staff sergeant disrupted a coordinated attack that had threatened to crush his company. During this exchange, Jachman was struck by enemy fire and fatally wounded. He fell in the same frozen landscape where he had chosen to make his stand.

With the tanks gone, the paratroopers of Company B were able to reorganize their positions and bring more effective fire to bear on the remaining enemy infantry. What might have been a breakthrough became a repelled assault. Later accounts from the unit pointed to Jachman’s dash toward the tanks as the turning point that saved the company from destruction. Medics and fellow soldiers carried him away from the immediate fighting, but his wounds were too severe. He died on January fourth, far from Baltimore and from the relatives whose fate under Nazi rule had marked his youth. His body was eventually brought home and buried in a Jewish cemetery in the Baltimore area, a final return to the community that had given his family refuge.

In the years after the war, the Army reviewed countless recommendations for awards that had been submitted during the chaos of combat. Among them was the recommendation for Staff Sergeant Isadore S. Jachman. The official Medal of Honor citation that resulted described how his gallant action disrupted an enemy attack and reflected the highest credit on himself and the parachute infantry he served. In the summer of nineteen fifty, at Fort George G. Meade in Maryland, Army leaders presented the Medal of Honor to his parents. The ceremony linked the quiet Baltimore family that had fled persecution in Berlin with the battlefield near Flamierge where their son had given his life to stop an enemy advance.

To fully appreciate the weight of that moment, it helps to remember who Isadore was. He was a refugee child whose early years were shaped by rising antisemitism and fear. He was a Baltimore student who grew up in a city that offered safety but also carried the constant echo of distant family loss. He was a paratrooper who volunteered for one of the war’s most demanding branches, accepting the risk of jumping into combat and fighting on the ground. And he was a noncommissioned officer, part of the backbone of the Army, whose daily work centered on preparing and protecting the soldiers under his care. All of those identities met in the snow outside Flamierge when he chose to run toward two enemy tanks.

His story also broadens our understanding of who fought for the United States in World War Two. The American Army of that era was not made up solely of men whose families had been in the country for generations. It included first-generation immigrants, the children of refugees, and individuals with personal ties to the very countries under occupation. For many of them, the war carried a double meaning: it was both a fight for their adopted nation and a confrontation with the forces that had uprooted their families. For a Jewish American like Isadore Jachman, facing German tanks in Belgium was not only a military duty but also, in a very real sense, a stand against the regime that had murdered his relatives.

Today, Staff Sergeant Jachman’s name appears on the roll of Medal of Honor recipients, alongside a brief summary of his actions at Flamierge. Behind that summary lies a full life story: a boy born in Berlin, a refugee raised in Baltimore, a paratrooper forged in training, and a leader whose final decision on a frozen morning saved lives at the cost of his own. His example invites us to think about courage not as the absence of fear, but as the choice to act in the face of it, grounded in responsibility for others. It also highlights the vital role of noncommissioned officers, whose closeness to their soldiers often places them at the center of the most dangerous moments.

As we remember the Battle of the Bulge and the many units that fought through that brutal winter, the figure of Staff Sergeant Isadore Siegfried Jachman stands out clearly. He did not live to see the Allied victory that followed, but his actions helped make it possible, one small piece in a vast and costly campaign. For students of history, for veterans, and for anyone trying to understand what “beyond the call” can mean, his story offers a powerful example. A young man whose family fled tyranny returned to Europe in an American uniform, met the tanks of that tyranny head-on, and in doing so protected those he led. That is the legacy carried forward every time his name is spoken and his story is told.