As previously
said, two "F" Company platoons were dug in on the narrow ridge. One was
the 1st platoon, as the history states. I believe the other was the 2d
platoon. Dan Lee had returned from the hospital that day. He was sacked
out near me at the company command post. He was the 3d platoon leader.
One rifle platoon, as well as the mortar platoon, was in the draw with
the company headquarters. Lee would have been up on the ridge had his
platoon been up there. I am positive about Lee for a reason I will give
in a moment.
Shortly after
dark, or no more than an hour, a Jap suddenly came running down the
trail which followed the narrow ridge heading south. He was waving a
white "flag", but he was screaming and yelling to the top of his voice
and jumping up and down as he ran. After a momentary pause the men
realized this joker was marking our position. Unfortunately a large
number of the men opened fire, sending the Jap to his ancestors, but
also marking our position. We did not have to wait too long for
verification of this, because mortar shells soon commenced to
raining down in the immediate vicinity. This was by far the
heaviest shelling we had experienced. Our mortar platoon sergeant, S/Sgt
Johnnie "Red Horse" Phillips soon had his 60's in action firing
counterbattery fire. Then the 81's from battalion joined in with Red
Horse acting as their FO. We believe this action saved us from even
heavier attack. Iverson and Workman were killed by a round that fell
directly into their foxhole. Iverson was an old veteran and Workman was
new. We usually put a veteran with the less experienced at night. The
next morning when we could see the remains of these two men it was not a
pretty sight.
The reason I
remember Lee so well is that when the Jap barrage started several rounds
came in close together. Some of the rounds overshot the ridge and fell
near us. I said "Uh-oh!" and Lee promptly countered with "Uh-oh's
right!" The Jap mortar men did keep the ground rocking for a
while. We were much relieved when silence once more returned.
This was our
last defensive perimeter on Tokaido Road. The company would remain here
until 12 May, manning an outpost and doing extensive patrolling. About
this time regiment sent us orders to send our 1st sergeants and company
clerks back to the RCT headquarters for a day, in order to bring their
morning reports up to date. This had not been done since we left
Mindoro. We established an outpost about a mile up in the heavy rain
forest of the foothills. The trail which crossed our ridge led to a
high, round top hill which was just right for 30-40 men to defend. We
kept one rifle platoon reinforced with one LMG section up there and
rotated them every few days.
Soon after the
company got settled at and behind the ridge, farmers would appear early
every morning selling eggs, onions, egg-plants, and tomatoes. They
did a booming business for several mornings. Then the powers that be
noticed this unmilitary action, and there were no more farmer
visitations. I contacted amoebic dysentery from the onions, as did
many others. Strangely, with all our instructions, none was ever given
concerning nightsoil fertilized vegetables. Things that were cooked were
safe, as well as vegetables with skins such as tomatoes, of course if
they were washed, but onions - eat one and you'd had it. I received much
instruction later in the 133d General Hospital on Leyte Island.
Our rations
had improved. We were issued 10-in-1 rations along with the improved
C-rations. Two of the old C rations had been eliminated retaining only
the meat and beans rations which were not bad. I believe seven more new
C rations had been added. The very best ration, though, was the bacon
unit of the 10-in-1 rations. This contained a can of bacon. A key opened
the can length-wise and the bacon was fried in the half can.
I soon learned
that the company commander had best be present when rations were issued
out to the platoons. The best rations, such as the bacon, seemed to end
up in Company Headquarters everyday. We had cussed base supply units so
much and so long it damn sure was not going to happen in "F" Company.
During the
last few weeks we were on this flank Thursday became a special day,
because each man was issued a block of round baloney, an apple, a half
loaf of bread, a quarter pound of butter, and four bottles of beer which
was hot, but it went well with the feast. We always ate it all at one
sitting. Earlier when we bought some eggs, one of the men chose not to
eat his eggs then but to wait until evening when he got in from a
patrol. He was killed, and no one tempted fate in that manner again.
From that day, the philosophy of F Company was "Eat your eggs now."