A few
seconds, minutes (who knows, time moves slowly) later, I heard the sound
of sharp explosions coming from my right. Without slowing down, I looked
in that direction and found that the noise was
caused by the explosion of 20MM rounds that appeared
to be coming from the high ground on the left flank of
the beach. The gun had the beach enfiladed. The rounds were exploding
against the side of Malinta Hill. At that moment, had someone
put a stopwatch on me, I suspect that I might have broken
the four minute mile, wearing combat boots and carrying a full pack. I
prayed harder. My luck held.
I hit the
sand behind a slight rise, that may have been 150 yards or so from the
water's edge. As I peered over the top of
the slope, I noticed a platoon of Americans just going around the
far end of Malinta Hill. I gathered two of my squads, one squad was
missing. I told the squad leaders to disperse the men while Sgt. Farrel,
my platoon Sgt., a messenger and I went to the top of the Hill to see
what the situation was. It was a steep climb over rubble, but we took no
fire and soon found ourselves at the top. We were on top of and just to
the right, as you face it, of the entrance to the tunnel that ran back
into Malinta Hill. We could see that the mouth of the tunnel was sand
bagged and that it had a heavy iron gate partly across the entrance. We
saw no sign of the enemy. I saw that the beach was under heavy small
arms and mortar fire.
As I
watched, an assault boat plunged to a halt on the left flank of the
beach. One
man ran from the boat before it pulled back from the shore. (
Later in the 54th General Hospital in Hollandia, I was told the
boat held the men from Bn. Hq. and that Colonel Postlethwait was
the one who got off. The boat had taken heavy fire and had a number of
men wounded.)
As I looked
toward North Dock, I saw a ring of white smoke slowly rise from the
ground. It reminded a of the smoke rings my grandfather would blow when
he smoked cigars.
When I looked toward the beach, I would see an explosion shortly
after one of the smoke rings would appear. I assumed that a Jap mortar
crew was responsible for the smoke rings and that they were probably being
directed from someone on the high ground.
Overhead our
planes, F4Us circled. Suddenly we saw
a green smoke grenade
let loose, as I recall it was green, regardless of the color it was the
signal for air support. As we watched, one of the planes began to dive
towards the smoke. I suggested to my companions that perhaps it was a
good time for us to leave our position, rejoin the rest of the platoon
and seek out Lt. Cain, the company commander. All concurred in my
decision and we got the hell out of there as fast as we could.
When we arrived at the base of the Hill, a runner was there who
informed me that Lt. Cain had need of my platoon. By this time
the missing squad had joined us. We followed the runner to Cain's
position. He was behind a hill towards the left flank, some
distance from the beach. He told me that through his glasses he
could see movement some distance up a road that led from our position to
Topside. He said that it was not possible to determine whether the
troops he saw were them or us because the paratroops wore sandy colored
uniform, not too unlike what the Japs wore. My orders were to take my
platoon up that road and make contact with the 503d.. I was to be
careful because the individuals I was to approach might be on our side,
so I was
not to shoot at them. I gave him my best Benning "Yes, Sir"but my
intent was that if anybody shot at me, he was going to get shot back at.
At about the
time I was ready to move out, Sam Snyder shouted that he had seen a Nip
at the top of the hill. We looked, saw nothing, so I told the outfit to
follow me. As I recall, I took about
two steps, saw black smoke and felt something hit my left chest.
It felt like I had been punched. When I came to, Sam Snyder had pulled
me back behind the hill and was shouting for a medic. For sometime I
was in and out of consciousness. Each time I came to, Sam was shouting
for a medic. He had already put my field dressing on the wound and had
tried to get me to
swallow one of the wound tablets. ( If you want an experience, try
swallowing one of those pills, big enough to choke a horse, while lying
flat on your back with a hole in your chest,
while drinking water from a canteen.) Sam came up with the school
solution, he crushed the tablet and poured it into the wound.
I heard Sam
shout, "Where in the hell have you been?" as two medics approached. For
a moment I feared that Sam and the medics might ignore me and get into a
private war of their own. I was loaded on to a stretcher and those two
guys carried me to the beach. If you think that it takes guts to be an
infantryman, try running around a hot beach standing up, carrying a
stretcher. If I could have gotten off and walked I would have. I
tipmy
Combat Infantry Badge to anyone who served in combat with the field
medics.
When I got
to the aid station, a medical Captain looked at my chest
and told me that I had a sucking wound. Fortunately that meant
nothing to me. I remember that as I was lying there, the sun
was terribly hot and bothered my uncovered chest and my eyes.
As I was given plasma, the Doc told the
man who was holding the
bottle to stand in such a way that his body cast a shadow on
my face. I don't know who had more guts, the doctor for telling the
medic to stand that way on a hot beach or the medic who carried out his
order.
I came to
again to find that I was once more on a stretcher. I was placed on the
deck of an assault boat as more wounded were loaded on board. The boat
was almost full when I heard explosions
close to us. I heard one of the medics shout to the coxswain
that the Japs were trying to hit us with mortar fire and that he should
get us out of there. Apparently he did so, because the next thing I
remember was that I was on the deck of an AST. A doctor was moving from
man to man. He would check the wound and then say something to other men
who were with him. He examined me, said something and moved on as two
men picked hp my stretcher and carried me to the tank deck. I later
learned that the doctor was conducting triage. I floated in and out of
consciousness for an unknown period of time.