The withering blast of fire we ran into suddenly left a deep impression
in my memory. We were ordered to move to the northeast to the relief of
"C" Company. We were to move along a steep ridge and attack the enemy's
flank. The enemy was in position on a hill, and withstood "A" Company's
efforts to drive them out of their position.
The ridge was a typical one described in the "Historical Report." The
trail ran along the narrow, twisting crest (possibly three feet wide) of
the ridge, The trees were relatively thick. The size of the trees varied
from saplings up to about six inch diameter trunks.
Pfc James Wilson, 2d squad, 1st platoon was the 1st scout. As we were
struck by a heavy hail of machine gun and rifle fire which swept the top
of the ridge. Wilson, Unterzuber, Kruse, and Maniak were all hit, and
fell immediately. The third platoon was following the 1st. There
was a bend in the ridge. The 1st platoon, consisting of about sixteen
men had passed the bend when the Japs opened fire. Wilson fell down the
steep slope of the ridge on our right and disappeared several yards
below into the heavy brush, where he could no longer be seen. The
other three wounded managed to stay on top of the ridge. The problem was
how were we going to get to Wilson? One thing was certain. We would not
leave him unless we knew he was dead.
The slope down towards Wilson was almost vertical. We had not been able
to spot a single enemy, but they could see us. Any movement brought
brought an immediate response from at least two machine guns and many
rifles. Suddenly there was movement in the bushes some twenty feet
below. It was Wilson!
Some of the men slid and 'fell' down towards him and got him up on the
trail. A bullet had cut the muscles and tendons at the base of his
neck, and he could not raise his head. It lay over on his shoulder to
the other side. We got everyone back to safety.
The artillery observer with us told me that he would try to get 4.2
mortar fire on the ridge, but it was extreme range, and their accuracy
might be poor, so we'd better withdraw further back than usual. After we
moved to a safe distance he zeroed in the mortars, and they thoroughly
swept the ridge. There seemed to be no shortage of ammunition now,
because they poured a lot of rounds onto that hill. The constant
exploding of the shells kept the ground shaking.
As soon as the FO said go, we went as rapidly as we could with the 3rd
platoon leading, then we hit the debris. The top of the ridge was a mass
of tangled tree debris. Clearing and moving as rapidly as possible we
went on up the hill. There was not a shot fired
at us.
The enemy was gone. We made contact with "A" company. We did not go back
and search the area. After contacting "A" Company, and with their
objective taken, we move off as ordered by battalion.
We never saw a dead, or live, Jap. We never saw a Jap defensive
position. They were buried in the debris. The Japs certainly did not
have time to bury their dead. We moved to the south down to a broad
river bottom
in a very
dense rain forest. We set up a perimeter along a broad, well traveled
trail near and paralleling a shallow, rapid flowing river.
We'd lost
three more veterans. Wilson had been awarded a Distinguished Service
Cross and was an exceptional soldier both in and out of combat.
Unterzuber and Kruse were good soldiers. I do not remember Maniak,
because he was a newer man. Wilson was sent home. I don't recall the
status of the others. We were now half strength or less.
We had not
been impressed with the 4.2 mortar until now. This morning we had been
given a demonstration of the efficiency of the gun, even at
extreme range, when there was enough ammunition used to properly do the
job. The most appropriate word that i can use to describe its effects is
'devastating. They could drop their heavy shells in almost anywhere:
draws, deep valleys, reverse slopes, hilltops, whereever they wished.
After this we always hoped our support would be 4.2 mortars.