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F company was given the mission of going to and patrolling
the area
of San Isidro which was about 4-5
miles away as the crow flies. Most of the locations
were named for the plantations
,e.g., Hacienda San Isidro. After reaching the this objective
on a northeast line of march we were to move south along the bank for a
half mile to Sinaypanan. Some enemy activity was suspected in this area. A company
of Filipino "Regulars" from
the 74th Infantry (Philippines) was attached to us to move on Sinaypanan
from the south. Two M-4 Sherman, tanks from the 2d platoon, C Company,
716th Tank Bn. were also attached to F Co. A forward observer, Capt. William P. Brazil
from our 462d PFA, and his
radio operator were also attached. The other attachment was a demolition
section. We had never operated with
tanks. With all this fire power we felt invincible.
Since we had all this fire power and a lot of distance to cover in one
day's time I don't think we took our 60mm mortars.
Our powerful force moved out about 0830 with the tanks following the
lead platoon.
We'd find the enemy, blast them, and
then over run them; however, our feeling of euphoria
did not last long, because soon we approached. the broad, shallow waters
of the Maglago River. The
water was about ankle deep, and the bed was of small rocks and gravel.
The tanks stopped and held a
conference. Then they announced that the crossing was too difficult to attempt. The platoon leader told us that his commanding
officer had told him not to
cross and streams or obstacles which might endanger his tanks, and in
his judgment this crossing would endanger his tanks. He turned around
and left. We were of the
opinion that these guys were afraid and looking for a reason to quit.
Most of us had operated with
tanks on problems back in the States in much worse terrain than this.
We were
disgusted and formed a distrust of
the tanks which supported us that would last throughout the
entire operations.
This was not all. After we left the river we were walking through grass
about three
feet tall. Visibility was excellent.
The guerrillas should be visible on our right rear
angling off from our line of march.
They never appeared from the trees along the low
river banks. In
a short time we we had lost tanks and Infantry support. Even though they
were guerrillas 200 men would help. Our orders were to go to the
objective so on we went, help or no help.
The fields were broken by tree-lined streams. Most of the stream beds
were dry. It
was hot now, and we were sweating. Our progress was slow. The trees and
brush around the draws had to
be searched. We moved on until near noon we could see a big house off to
our left as we approached the bluffs
along the river delta. This was Hacienda San Isidro.
It was partly wrecked along with a number of buildings around it. We
reached the bluffs and fairly
tall tree growing there. The bluffs were about twenty to thirty feet
tall. At their base was a
flat delta about a half mile wide. On the far side of the delta the
terrain rose sharply. The vegetation
and trees were heavy: here. We found a small, unoccupied,
frame house almost hidden by the vegetation and trees. The back of the
house was bordering the bluff.
We sent out patrols. One went to the hacienda several hundred yards
away. There were no signs of the enemy.
After thoroughly searching the area we moved south toward Sinaypanan.
The bluffs were
on our left. Not far from the bluffs
was a shallow river. Across the delta near the foot-hills was
another shallow river.
Sinaypanan was in view all the way. The land rose here, and there was a
grove of trees
where a house had once stood. When
we were within about 300 yards of the trees the enemy
entrenched there opened up with
heavy automatic and rifle fire. We were caught out in the
open open field and under intense
fire. Fortunately a broad drainage ditch, some fifteen
feet wide and four feet deep, was nearby. *re
made it into the ditch by running a few steps,
hitting the ground, crawling a few steps, and then running again. After
everyone was in the ditch we
assessed the damages. S/Sgt James Jackson had been hit in the body and
was paralyzed from his waist
down. 1st Lt Dan Lee, 3rd platoon leader, had been hit in his thigh.
Sgt LeRoy was, also, wounded,
also hit in the
left
thigh.
Now we were in a bad situation and needed fire support. Capt Brazil said
right off
that he was afraid the artillery
might not reach Sinaypanan. He called for a registering
round at extreme range. We waited
expectantly, hoping the artillery would be able to place effective fire
on the Japanese position. To our great disappointment the first round
was well short of the target. We could see the round burst out in the
open field at least a quarter of a mile short. Capt Brazil had them try
several rounds, but
to no avail. We were beyond our artillery's range. We felt isolated and
alone. Usually a light machine gun platoon from 2r Battalion
Headquarters Company was attached, but
in this instance battalion had not done so. To get to the Japs we had to
cross several hundreds yards of open field. To do this without support
was suicide.
I do not know what Bill Bailey had in mind, and before we could discuss
it someone called out that the Japs were running. Unbelieving I stood up
looking at the position the Japs occupied. I could see a miracle
happening. The Japs were running through the trees to the bluffs. We
moved to the former Jap positions and the buffs. There they were far out
on the delta crossing the most distant stream and disappearing into
forest. We could see a good size force of fifty or more men with several
machine guns. They were carrying the guns still mounted on their
tripods, the carriers on each side carrying a leg. The aerial machine
guns mounted on fabricated tripods were-hard to separate, so the crews
carried them in one piece.
We were sure that our artillery had frightened them, and they were
getting out before a heavy barrage struck them. After the war while we
guarding the Jap prisoners at Fabrica, I asked the Japanese major in
command to see if he could find anyone who had been at Sinaypanan that
day, and if he could I wanted to talk to him. He found a lieutenant who
had, indeed been there that day. I had him brought up with a warrant
officer to interpret. The Jap said they were well dug in and expected
artillery fire. They had received word that a large force with two tanks
were coming their way. They had no anti-tank weapons, and knew that with
the broad river delta behind them, they would be trapped when the tanks
arrived; therefore, they got out while they could. I was amazed.
It was now past mid-afternoon, we had three wounded men, so we did not
tarry. Litters had to be fashioned out of staves and ponchos. Lee,
although the bullet had gone through the upper inside pert of his thigh,
insisted on walking. He made it, but in much pain particular toward the
end. Bill Bailey was also suffering. We did not know it but he was sick
with hepatitis (they called it "infectious hepatitis" back then). Both
he and Lee staggered in on guts. Sergeant Eide's wound was such that he
had to be carried on one of the improvised litters. Jackson, of course,
had to be carried. He was in good spirits laughing and joking with us,
telling us that he didn't have to walk back like the rest of us. He was
a small man with sandy colored, wavy hair, and a mustache. He was always
in good spirits, and well liked by the entire company. Even though we
were forewarned of the prognosis, we were stunned to receive the message
that this brave brother died three days after he was wounded.
Now every squad leader in the 2d platoon who had jumped on Corregidor
was dead: S/Sgt Charles Hoyt, S/Sgt Donald White, and S/Sgt James
Jackson.
We got back to our perimeter of the night before about dark. Bill Bailey
and James Jackson were evacuated. Bailey's illness would hospitalize him
for almost two months. As executive officer I would assume command of
the company in Bill's absence. 1st Lt William C. Mathers commanded the
1st platoon, 1st Lt Robert L. Clark commanded
the 2d
platoon, 2d Lt Chalmers Fennel commanded the 3d platoon, 2nd
Lt Leroy T. Elliott commanded
the 4th (mortar) platoon, and 2d Lt Milton Walker acted as executive
officer.
Thus F company entered into the Negros fray, and after one day had one
experienced combat
officer, two newly commissioned officers who had combat experience as
non commissioned officers, three
replacement officers fresh from the States. We had lost some good non-commissioned
officers and some good men who would have made good non coms.
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