Louis J. Noon, a World War II veteran who spent months as a German prisoner of war, died Aug. 2 in Glen Cove at age 94 of complications from a fall.
He was a life member of Veterans of Foreign War Post 347 in Glen Cove, where he was the post’s oldest former World War II prisoner of war.
“He held officer positions up until last year,” said post trustee Joseph Moores of Glen Cove. “He’d do whatever job we asked him to do. He was an ideal member — anything you asked, he’d be there.”
About 15 years ago, Noon was selected as that year’s post honoree, and Moores, as post commander at the time, “had to interview him about his [war] experience. It was like pulling teeth. He never talked about it.”
“A lot of people think you hang out at the VFW, you talk war stories,” he added. “No one talks war stories and if you do, it’s a funny one.”
Noon enlisted at 19 in the Army in February 1943 and landed on Utah beach in France shortly after D-Day in June 1944, according to family accounts. He was captured on Dec. 13, 1944, in Germany near the Siegfried Line just before the Battle of the Bulge, and taken to Stalag 3A/Oflag 3-6, Luckenwalde, in the German state of Brandenberg south of Berlin, according to official papers the family received about his service.
He was liberated in 1945 at the end of the war.
Seven blue boxes contain his medals, said his daughter Theresa Iacona, of Amityville, including two Purple Hearts.
When she asked him about his time as a prisoner, he recounted how he’d had an ear ailment that could have cost him his hearing and his ear itself, but was cured when a fellow prisoner of war, a physician, was allowed to operate on him.
“Instead of saying ‘Yeah, they didn’t feed me’ or telling me a horror story, my father shared with me a positive story,” she said. “I remember thinking, my father was a little man, a short man, but he was a big person. He really was.”
They often shared a joke, she said. She’d ask, “Dad, are you all right?” and he’d answer “No, I’m half left,” she said. “And we’d both giggle. He was aces.”
Those were his last words to her, she said. “I’m half left.”
Noon died at Glen Cove Hospital.
He was “a jovial man,” she said, who enjoyed going out to eat with buddies — they called themselves “the three amigos” — and watching televised horse racing. “He always bet on the gray horse,” she said.
He grew vegetables in his backyard, and once or twice a week would have a drink with friends at the VFW Post. The longtime bartender there, Carol Hornowski, knew Noon since her girlhood as a neighbor in Glen Cove, and described him as “just a fantastic man, a friend . . . He’d take the shirt off his back for you.”
Noon was born May 4, 1923, in Glen Cove to George, a cabdriver, and Ellen Noon, and graduated from St. Patrick’s School and Glen Cove High School. After the war, he worked as a milkman, and later as a security guard for Konica Minolta Graphic Imaging USA Inc. until retiring in 1989, said his daughter Christina Noon, an Air National Guard senior master sergeant who deployed to Afghanistan in 2012 and is VFW Post 347’s first female member and chaplain. Konica closed in 2006.
He had also served as a volunteer in the Glen Cove police auxiliary and as a volunteer firefighter in Bellmore when he lived there decades ago.
His two marriages ended in divorce.
He is survived by another daughter, Dorothy Noon of West Babylon; sons Kenneth of Wantagh, James of Medford and Timothy of Bay Shore; two stepchildren; and 16 grandchildren.
Louis Noon was interred Aug. 7 at Calverton National Cemetery with military honors.