Sometime in
here, and it may have been several days earlier, 1st Lt Roscoe Corder
brought his platoon up to the outpost as relief for the "F" Company
platoon. Accompanying him was a lieutenant colonel wearing a fatigue
cap. This was against Colonel Jones's explicit orders that steel helmets
would be worn at all times. We all hated wearing them day in and day
out, but Colonel Jones had impressed upon us that they would be worn...
period! "Losing helmets" was no longer tolerated, and we all resented
seeing this officer come through wearing a fatigue cap, but you don't
jump a lieutenant colonel; however, this time justice won out.
Just as the
relief platoon and the lieutenant colonel reached the top of the outpost
hill, the Japs attacked with a terrific machine gun, rifle, and mortar
fire. Our men hit their foxholes, but there were no holes for the new
arrivals. Many of these squeezed in against a large tree trunk lying on
top of the hill. As they lay there with hundreds of bullets splitting
the air and mortar shells raining down, the LTC demanded in a loud
(desperate) voice that Roscoe get him a helmet. Roscoe replied where?
The LTC told him to get one off one of the men, to which Roscoe replied
loud and clear for him to get one himself, that he was the one who came
up there without a helmet.
Roscoe
was not only a hero with his own platoon, but he was, also, a hero with
the "F" Company platoon and the attached machine gunners. After the
attack was beaten off, our platoon returned gleefully recounting the
incident. The LTC who had come back with them went straight way to the
rear.
Fortunately
for Roscoe he received a severe leg wound and was evacuated back to the
States before Col Jones left.