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"The presence
of that balloon really frustrated us and one day our Number Four Gun Sergeant asked for
permission to fire one round at it, but he was refused. Not to be deterred, he waited
until Capt. Amery went down to Bottomside on business, then he got his crew up to the gun ,
sighted in on the balloon, estimated the distance, cut the fuse and fired one round. We
all waited anxiously and were soon rewarded with the sight of the balloon exploding into a
ball of flame, burning as it fell to the ground. For the unofficial record, we now had a
balloon credited to our battery."
"At midnight after 72 hrs. of
non-stop shelling, all the guns quit firing. It got so quiet you could have heard a pin
drop. It wasn't but a minute later that Capt. Amery yelled out, " Everyone take your
small arms and hand grenades to your fox holes! HERE THEY COME!"
Confusion ran amok as we grabbed what
we could. Each man had been assigned certain items to take with him. I placed two belts of
ammunition across my chest, my own .45 and its ammunition, a canteen and first aid kit. I
heaved a .30 cal machine gun on to my right shoulder and took off. We arrived at what was
left of our foxholes, some of which had been obliterated from the heavy shelling. I
immediately got all of the men from gun crew in position and took over the machine gun at
the right end of our group.
Everything was still, quiet and eerie
in the darkness. Then all hell broke loose down below us. Somehow one of our searchlight
batteries was capable of getting two searchlights back in operation and we could see
hundreds of barges loaded with thousands of Japs approaching Corregidor from Cabcaben..
Battery Way was soon in action and lobbing their 12" mortars onto the barges. When
one of their shells exploded over the barges, it would take out six or seven of them at a
time. Then Denver Battery went into action with their 3" AA guns as they leveled them
to a horizontal position and cut the fuse short enough so it would explode over the tops
of the barges. With the help of the searchlights we could see that the Japs were being
slaughtered by the hundreds! Despite all their losses, the Japs kept coming and were able
to gain a foothold on shore. ............
It wasn't long before we saw their
first Marine coming up over the hill at us. "Hold your fire," Captain Amery
ordered. "We want to be able to wipe them out completely." Just as we opened up,
the Japs started shelling us again with their artillery from Cab Cabin. Fortunately, we
were able to hold our position, completely wiping out all the Japs on their first charge.
When there was a short lull in the fighting, I went down the line to check on my
men. The second fox hole I came to had the remains of our bugler, Sammy Perkins. His body
was in the foxhole where he had apparently been decapitated by a nearby artillery burst.
Then I heard someone yelling for a
medic and ran in that direction. When I got there, I saw "Alabama", a young man
nicknamed for his State, lying half upright against a bank. His guts had been shot out and
were exposed on the ground beside him. I knew he didn't have a chance, but I knelt down
and held him by the shoulders as he looked up at me. "Corporal Waldron," he said
with his last breath, "is Ah gonna be alright?"
"Sure you are, Alabama. We'll
have you in the hospital in no time and they'll sew you back together again." Before
I had finished talking to him, Alabama had died in my arms.
I returned to my machine gun and
prepared for another assault. It wasn't long in coming, only this time there were about 65
enemy soldiers, all of them yelling at the top of their lungs, trying to scare us into
running, I guess. I concentrated on stopping this mad charge, firing my machine gun,
reloading it and firing again just as fast as I could. Then the gun jammed and I began
throwing hand grenades, but only half of them exploded. Apparently, those that didn't
explode had been in storage too long and the primers or powder had gone sour.
We eventually stopped this charge. I
shot two or three Japs with my .45 before it was all over. Like most of the other men who
were there, I was out of breath and scared to death. It seemed as if I had been fighting
for hours when actually the skirmish only lasted a few minutes. Everything seemed to move
in slow motion. You could shoot a man and watch all his reflex actions before he fell to
the ground. Others had blood spurting out of their mouths, trying to say something as they
died. All I could hear was a buzzing sound in my ears. After the fighting ended, I
realized it was the rushing of my own blood, my own adrenalin going through my body. My
blood pressure must have been at its limit.
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