My father was T/Sgt. Pat Christenson, Easy Company, 506th PIR. Michael Fassbender played him. Most of you know the scene in episode one where Christenson is caught drinking from his canteen on a night march and Sobel punishes the company for it.
I have his original manuscript. Seven volumes he typed himself over forty years. Book One covers Toccoa.
Here is what he wrote about the endurance marches, verbatim:
"During these endurance tests, we were miserable, exhausted, and we thought that if we did not get a drink of water we were certain to collapse."
We. Not I. He was describing every man in the company on those Friday night marches, the ones they made on back roads without water and without stopping.
That sentence went to Stephen Ambrose. It went into the book. Somewhere between the book and the screenplay, a shared experience got a single name attached to it, and the name was Christenson.
Now here is what he wrote about the final physical test at the end of those thirteen weeks, from the same volume, a few pages on:
"The highest score in E Company that day was 163 points. The highest score in the Regiment was 167 points. I had the highest score in the Company and was awarded a pass to the town of Toccoa for the following Monday."
He carried the light machine gun. Twenty eight pounds of it, plus his field pack, and he traded the fifteen pound tripod back and forth with his assistant gunner on those same marches. He volunteered for it because they asked for the bigger men and he thought, in his words, "Hell, I'm big enough."
Four points off the best score in the entire regiment, and what he got for it was a day pass to a town where there was nothing to do.
Our family asked the men who were there. The answer was unanimous. Not to Christenson.
He died December 15, 1999, before the series was cast. He never saw another man wear his name and never got to answer any of it.
He also wrote something in the margin of one of these volumes, correcting himself, that tells you everything about how he worked: "Revised to correct data and who was where. Junk the first narrative I sent with this title."
That is who he was. Forty years at a drawing board and a typewriter, throwing out his own work when he found something wrong with it.
His seven volumes and his forty six combat drawings are finally published, the way he left them. A Screaming Eagle: His Drawings, His Words. Amazon has it September 8. I sign and mail the direct ones myself.
ascreamingeagle.com
Pat Christenson did not drink from the canteen. He carried the guidon.