Showing posts with label Hollandia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hollandia. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Some photos from DTC to Biak (82)

     I'm going to be on vacation for a couple of weeks, so here are some photos that didn't fit in elsewhere.  I hope you enjoy them!


From the Desert Training Center:



Near Freda looking toward the Chuckwalla Mountains
Members of the 92nd Evacuation Hospital lining up for innoculations

In Australia:

Australian soldiers riding bicycles near Rockhampton


Rockhampton train
Australian men working in the train yard in Rockhampton

In Hollandia:
Piece of a  wrecked canoe near Hollandia Gene sent through the
 mail to Beth

Carvings on the other side of the piece of wrecked canoe

Some of the enlisted men of the 92nd Evac (they look like characters in the musical,
South Pacific, don't they?)

Japanese supplies


On Biak:




Looking from the beach road on Biak up to the the Japanese
bunkers dug into the cliff


Japanese bunker on Biak
Major surgery tents on Biak
Minor surgery tents on Biak
Ward tents on Biak


Capt. Hiram Armstrong's fox hole on Biak




Wednesday, March 21, 2012

George's Story (34)

Capt. George Christie, Gene's good friend and often tentmate, has a slightly different take on the situations encountered, and his letters to his wife, Marjorie, got passed around (edited) just like Gene's did.
Japanese plane destroyed on the ground at the Cyclops
Airdrome with U.S. ammunition on the wing

Excerpts from George's letters home: May 14: Now that it's all behind us and no danger of giving away military secrets I'll try to give you more details about our life.  I though surely when I wrote so much about having all that free time to go fishing any time I wanted to that you would realize we had shut down preparatory to leaving Australia [I think this is a hint that they again have lots of free time so ...].  There was almost three weeks when we were in the transit state and it's mighty hard to write interesting letters when you know things and can't write about them.  Anyway we were all packed up and living in the mess hall in our jungle hammocks which Gene has described, and not knowing when we would leave so I got permission to go on a day's fishing, telling when I'd be back, of course.  At the appointed time I am back to shore from up the river and none other than the colonel was waiting with his car.  I thought that was a little unusual so I asked what had been going on that day, and he said casually that everything was about as usual but when we got back I found out that they had packed up about noon and Gene had rolled up my bed roll and packed my stuff which had all gone before I got back.  Consequently I didn't have quite what I'd counted on in my hand luggage on the trip up.  There was really no hurry because it was some hours before we took our last train ride in Australia - and you really can't imagine how primitive their trains are, even from my descriptions.  When we got to our P.O.E. [point of embarkation] I still had plenty of time to do some more fishing while they loaded the boat and I caught a couple of nice ones one night and had a very delicious fish dinner.  We were on canned and boxed rations at the time and the fresh fish were really tasty.
     I guess I told you that we came up on a liberty ship.  After our trip from the states on a luxury liner it was quite a come-down.  At that, I think I got the best sleeping accommodation o the boat.  There were 12 of us in a little "dog house" on deck.  We ate in the mess line with the men and washed our mess kits in the usual GI cans.  Very few were seasick and all in all we had a very pleasant trip without excitement, although we traveled through historic waters.  We saw one of  the seven [natural] wonders of the world when we passed through the Great Barrier Reef.  I didn't think it looked so wonderful.  To be continued.
     Next morning.  It was a perfectly uneventful night.  This morning it is cloudy and is sprinkling a little.  The tide washed up a few planks last night.  I'm certain that some of the big logs along the shore are mahogany.  Too bad I can't make up a little furniture!  I'm sure there are rubber trees around here but I can't distinguish them.
     Across the bay a long white streamer of mist is lying among the hills.  There seems to be quite a lot of that when it is cloudy - about what you'd expect at timberline in our country.
     Last night I awoke about 1 or 2 A.M. and darn if some confounded crows weren't squawking.  It was bright moonlight.  They start in again before daylight.  There are the neatest, smallest swallows that flit around.  In all, I'm astonished at how little bird life there is.  I expected myriads of birds.  Strictly speaking this is the "rain forest" and not the thick jungle like you read about in Africa, etc.  It is plenty thick at that.  The number of vines trailing from all the trees and bushes impresses me most.  If there isn't a path, you have to cut your way.
     I hear the Seabees brought a movie outfit and pictures.  Maybe we will get in on a show.
     Now I wouldn't be certain but I'll bet there are pancakes for breakfast.  Perhaps I'd better go see!!

Gene's diary: May 16, 1944
     No change.  A few alerts but no bombs.  Foot is healing.  Natives brought fish, killed with Jap grenades

Former Imperial Japanese Headquarters near Lake Sentari
May 17, 1944
     Went to Cyclops air strip, Lake Sentari (rode across it in a fast out-board motor boat to I Corps at the former Imperial Jap Hq for this whole area.  Nice place!  According to plans discovered, the Japs had a marvelous defense worked out - if it had been carried out we might not have been able to take this place).  Saw some Jap planes that had been destroyed on the ground.  Beautiful lake, bordered by steep hills, some of them partly covered with grass!  Terrible dusty road and long delays.  Went to Pim (where the road starts to dromes [airdromes or airfields]) in a motor boat, going close to and in around a native village over the water.  Saw a big plantation, including Kapok trees [huge trees that might have been the source for the dugout canoes].  At the village we saw naked children.  I took pictures.  Home by 1 P.M.  coming the back road from Pim was plenty spooky [thinking about snipers, I'm sure].  The road is a regular mountain one, and newly constructed.

Excerpt from George Christie's letter to his wife Marjorie and sent to Beth:  ...  There was an interesting group coming toward us on the lake about 4-5 canoes lashed together and carrying almost 30 natives of all ages and both sexes.  They had cut enormous palm fronds and were holding them up as improvised sails to hasten their progress.  Gene got some pictures of them.
Canoes in Lake Sentari using palm fronds for sails
     Well, we had a nice bath in the lake, which had green algae in the water.  And I may say I never needed a bath more in my life - not even the time I went through the desert to that tank-train wreck.  I didn't realize there was as much open country and hills where there is no jungle or swamp, and the dust lies inches deep all along the road.
     Here were made the biggest mistakes of the day, instead of continuing back on our own, we met and joined our C.O. and Farquahar who had a jeep and rations - both of which seemed desirable.  The only catch was we had to recross the lake by boat to get to where they'd left the car and make the entire trip again by dusty road.  Suffice it to say that we were 1 1/2 hour line one place, and 3 hours in another, stopped dead by traffic and got back at 11 p.m., four very dirty and weary travelers.  Never again, we say.  But we did see some country and I'll tell you about it next time.

Gene: May 18, 1944
     More explosions from the Jap bombs and shells due to a careless fire on the beach.  A huge batch of our own stuff went up.  Immoral negligence that all the Jap bombs and shells had been left scattered around for 3 weeks, under the trucks and vehicles - everywhere.
     The coral reef is something.  Bech de mer [sea cucumbers], blue and red starfish, shells, etc.

Further excerpts from George's letters: I spent the entire afternoon out in the ocean just lounging and fooling around with an outrigger we have.  Oh yes, we spent about an hour catching minnows for fishing bait and Gene might actually get out with me this evening to try [his] luck.  He hasn't been out in the water even as yet on account of his feet, but they seem to be clearing up.  It has been very pleasant here today - about like up in Wisconsin on a hot day - but just back 100 yards from the beach where our kitchen is located on a small hill, it is hotter than hell's half acre.  The hot weather here  now is about like 98 in Chicago.  Nobody has a thermometer here but you don't need one.  Our big refrigerator is a godsend because we can have chilled water or synthetic lemonade.  Now if we just had a movie and electric lights we'd have all the comforts of home - almost.
     We have blackout from sunset to sunrise and there is usually a red alert to rock us to sleep and get [us] up in the morning.  So far there haven't been any evening planes overhead or any bombs dropped since the first week we were here.  Fortunately, nobody in our unit was hurt.  We don't know how long we will continue to have our freedom on the beach but we are enjoying it to the full at present.
     I usually get up between 7:30 and 8 a.m., make a leisurely and abbreviated toilet and wander up half a mile to breakfast.  No use burning up energy needlessly as I tell Gene.  He's an eager beaver still and even here in the tropics he is hurrying like he did in Trinidad.  This morning he came back without breakfast because the line was miles long and he forgot his letters.
     ...  Well, I really did "all dog George" because every time there is an alert at night I scurry into my hole like a Colorado prairie dog, while blasé Gene gets up and looks at the sky and goes back to bed.
     We don't even know what day it is but when we found out it was Sunday Gene and I went to church at the hospital.  Good sermon for the foot soldier and a nice communion service.  They [the chaplains] are beginning to get a better reception the closer we are to the front.

Gene:  May 24, 1944
     Rumor says Biak.

May 25, 1944
     Getting ready to go.  Probably it will be Biak.

May 26, 1944
     We leave tonight or tomorrow for Biak.  We're now on board.  This LST has a few sniper and machine gun bullet holes in it.  One gunner was wounded from the D+1 at Wakde [the Wakde Airfield was seized by the Americans on May 15, 1944]!  Hope our D+1 isn't so hit.

May 27, 1944
     We left today.




Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Purple Hearts but No Mail (33)

Gene tells about how Purple Hearts are awarded, and about his time as a patient..
The ward tents at Hollandia (note the muddy roads and sand bags!)

3 May '44
Beloved,
     One of the fellows gave me some envelopes so now maybe I can write you more often.  I'll still depend on you to tell the folks though I will try to write them, too.  My boil is coming along lots better and I hope I'll be back in circulation tomorrow.  I hope so for things were very busy last night following a visit by our "Hon. Foe".  It is the first he has been around for some time.  No, he didn't touch us, fortunately.
     No mail!  It will just have to come thru before long.  They can't hold it forever.  At least it never has been done!
     It seems that an outfit like ours has the distinction or duty to hand out the purple hearts [after the beginning of WWII, Purple Hearts were awarded for wounds received in action].  Those eligible usually have the citation and the medal by the 2nd or 3rd day, which is speed the way things usually go.  There really have not been so many after all.  It is funny to hear some of the needling the recipients get from the other fellows in the ward, just on general principles.  But it probably is a good thing for it keeps them from feeling sorry for themselves.
     Unless the wind keeps up today will be a scorcher.  It is said the average temperature for this place varies but little all year thru.  I think the rain fall is slated at 100 inches a year which isn't as high as one might expect.  Personally I think the "romantic and beautiful tropical isles" are considerably overdrawn.
     Gosh but I'll be glad when our waterproof bags come with our extra clothing.  For too long a time we have had just 2 suits to alternate wearing and the last few days I haven't been able to wash any clothes.  I just know I attract flies!!  Will it ever be nice to wear a fresh shirt every day again.  But speaking of luxuries, the other evening we had Jello that was cold!  That was done without portable refrigerator.  Sugar, that reminds me - do have plenty of lemons on hand when I get home!
     I've had a taste of Jap beer and Saki [sic].  The former is about like ours and the latter tastes something like brandy.  Certainly it doesn't taste like that gosh awful stuff Sam Wong gave us.  Bill Varley doesn't seem to miss his alcohol, not any of the fellows, for that matter.  I don't see much of George these days.  The receiving tent is quite a way from the wards and he sleeps there.  Besides we've no chess set!  Oh I tell you, this is one time I've really traveled light!
     From where I am I can look up the hill side.  After last night's visitor a few of the boys are doing a bit of development on their foxholes.  Ray N. was in and said he'd like to get the son of a gun who pushed him over a small bank and then jumped on his chest last night!!
     All my love, Eugene

4 May '44
Beloved,
     I suppose we should dance around the maypole, since it rained last night.  But somehow the air lacks "that breath of Spring" smell.  A very quiet night was spent by all except some of the patients being a bit restless.  Poor boys.  It is the great exception for one to complain.  they bear up mighty well.  I'm still parked on my fanny nursing this blame infection.  Arnie [Niemeyer] opened it yesterday and got some pus out so it should come along faster now.  We are still expecting mail.  Maybe today it will come.  I will continue to write daily unless events do not permit.  By this time you should be accustomed to gaps in the mail.  Me too, only I don't like them.  This morning I censored mail.  It is funny to read the different reactions to a given situation.
     All my love, Eugene

Marjorie Christie shared the following excerpt from George's letter with Beth:  It's funny how one gets used to anything - almost.  We certainly appreciate small favors - last night someone opened a bundle of new pants and we each got a pair.  It was just like Christmas.  We still haven't had any mail since coming here but it will all catch up eventually.  I went down for a sea water bath yesterday, but haven't had time to go fishing as yet.  In fact, I've stayed mighty close to the job.  There really isn't anything to do anyway.  We are still short of paper so pass the word that I am well and safe.

5 May '44
Beloved,
     What a night!  3 or 4 air raid alerts from which not a darn thing materialized and a rain which came thru the tent and fairly well soaked all of us.  But I slept in spite of it for there was no use trying to move.  My infection is better this morning.  The swelling is going out of the rest of the foot, but I can see it will keep me off my feet for a few days longer.  It is inconvenient but not painful.  I had no clean shorts since my other pair got wet last night so this morning I put on a lap-lap (pronounced lop-lop) which is the native term for the Jap underwear.  Still no mail yesterday.  Poor Mike [Maj. Michels] and 2nd Lt. Medical Administration Corp Ed] Gray with their "ids" [trichophytids, a fungal infection].  Gray has the same thing on his feet that I had for so long and Mike has it not quite so bad but also on his hands.  I don't know but that I prefer my boil!!  Dick [McIlroy] sent a silk parachute to Mercy yesterday and included a few items from me to you: a thermometer in a case, some small items I judge to be akin to sen-sen [breath freshener], some paper and metallic invasion money, a sulphanilimide powder shaker, a small flat piece of wood with characters on it.  Just between you and me, I didn't send you a parachute because I didn't consider the silk good enough and the one I had had been wet and was rotten.  There was also a peculiar bean or nut.
     The boys got ahold of a few murder stories for me.  Mike and Gray are keeping me company.  Fenton will be leaving us.  I certainly hate to see him go but this life is just too rugged for him.  I'm glad for his sake that he isn't going to try to stick it out.  I hear Tipple [a major like Mike] will also be leaving.  But since Mike took over Surgery, he just hasn't cooperated or done anything.  He's much too infantile in his reactions!  I hear we have a new Padre, though I haven't seen him.  Everyone else is doing fine.
     All my love, Eugene

6 May '44
Beloved,
     Oh boy!  Oh joy!  The mail came yesterday afternoon.  I had 9 V mails from you and two air mails, 2 other air mails and 5 V mails and a roll of film.  Did I ever have a good time.  I was feeling a bit low anyway for my foot seemed so slow in clearing up and right away I felt better and the foot did too.  My foot really is better but it is sort of slow.  Of course I haven't had it for quite a week yet so I shouldn't expect too much --[Beth typed a series of dashes here, which I think meant she was omitting some personal items] --I am so glad you had a nice time in Pueblo and Canon City. ----- I've already mentioned it to George and I will to Dick and Bill.  I know you must have enjoyed the kids [Mercy and Dick McIlroy's two sons]
     I had a nice air mail from Mother and a nice V mail from your Mother and V mails from Mary X, Mr. Beck and Oliver.  ----  ...  Wish I had brought more film with me for it looks like it will be quite a while before we see our footlockers again.
     Well, Terstegge is gone to another outfit - good riddance, no doubt.  All the flattery to Ireland got him no where, after all, and he and [Maj. Robert] Sterling locked horns several times.  Tipple will also leave shortly for another outfit, on a trade.  I can imagine what we will get, knowing what they are getting in return!!  That does leave us 6-8 short.  Sterling certainly couldn't leave me behind or ship me out even if he wanted to, which he doesn't.  Mike is doing a darn good job as chief of Surgery.
     All my love, Eugene

Excerpts from George Christie's letter to his wife, Marjorie:  Yesterday was red-letter day because we got our first mail in 18 days.  It was certainly welcome and good to hear of all your doings.  Arch was lucky and smart to get a navy commission.  We envy them for their dry beds, clean quarters and uniforms, and plenty of fresh water for shower baths.  I think the greatest single drawback to life in the field is lack of facilities for personal hygiene.  But we'll make the best of it - we've had plenty of practice.
     I have already had a dip in the ocean this morning because I slept on the beach 10 yards from the water and I just got up and rushed into the warm water just as the sun came up.  Last evening some fellows came by on the beach with a lot of native curios.  They had two long bows, one with a bamboo string.  They also had an elaborately carved and colored prow of a boat.  We have seen several native dugout canoes which are quite ingenious.  Also there were various paddles and carved sticks, probably used in ceremonies.  I haven't seen any native villages.

May 7. 1944
     100% better!

8 May '44
Dear Folks [Mary X and John],
     Stationery has been so scarce, I couldn't write sooner.  Your nice V mail of April 2nd came 3 days ago, in out first mail of almost 3 weeks.
     As you no doubt know, I've been in on a bit of a show.  Really, the Nips took to the hills so fast it hasn't amounted to much.  We have had a few visits from "Washing Machine Charley", as the men call one aviator who has a darn accurate eye, but no damage to us.  I did a fair amount of things, until a week ago I came down with another infected foot, which is now doing fine.
     We certainly get plenty of Jap stores - medical supplies and instruments, pants, jackets, shirts, shoes, boots, towels, soap, tooth brushes, food, beer, saki [sic] - in fact just about everything.  I haven't collected many souvenirs, for they are just too much to carry.  Oh yes - one complete set of lenses for fitting glasses, John [he is an optometrist!].  They were well supplied.  Oh, I'll have lots of yarns to tell!
     Love, Eugene

May 9, 1944
     Out of the hospital.  We're living on the beach - again Sterling gets us no accommodations at all.  George and I have quite a hogan.  Found some [fishing?] lines.

Excerpts from George Christie's letter: Gene got out of the hospital yesterday morning and we went up to supply and availed ourselves of the free clothes.  In the combat zone they are furnished by Uncle Sam.  Then we put all our plunder on a litter and carried it to the spot on the beach where I had been living.  It's about 1/2 mile from where the hospital was located.
     We immediately fell to and constructed a very neat and cozy hut using poles from the jungle tied together with native vine that tie just like rope!  We used Japanese shelter halves for a roof.  We put palm fronds for protections from the rain and got all our equipment inside, and none too soon because for the next half hour we had to hold the whole thing down to keep it from taking off in the wind.  And then it rained - and I mean rained!  Everything cleared up after supper, however, and the full moon rising over the ocean with incoming tide was something out of the movies.  We are seeing some unmatchable sunsets these nights too.



George and Gene in front of their hut
on the beach

11 May '44
Beloved,
     This is a cloudy morning and the rain is gently pattering on the roof.  It makes lots of little circles on the waves.  I'm glad our roof is of fairly good construction!  There is a cloud across part of my ersatz Fisher's Peak [the most prominent mountain viewed from Gene's home town of Trinidad, Colorado; probably part of an earlier letter for which Beth substituted dashes waxed nostalgic about Fisher's Peak and how one mountain he could see looked a bit like it].
     My foot is doing fine.  Since we had the hut built, there was nothing for me to do but lay around most of the time.  I went over to supply and got some shoes - 7 1/2 D - they fit me better than my 8 B's did.  For free, too!!  The kind the army puts out now has the smooth side inside and the rough side outside and have a plain toe.  I did need this pair to give the others a rest!
     Still no mail!  But maybe tomorrow!
     Last evening George caught a shark about one and a half feet long.  It has the biggest mouth for its size.  I saw some beautiful pieces of coral that one of the fellows found on the reef.  It was all a sort of gray but on some of the tips was a deep rose and on others a deep violet.  Oh it would make beautiful things for a goldfish bowl!
     I tried my hand at making thatch the way the fuzzies do, but soon gave up.  The variety of palm used has the most immense fronds, 20 feet or more long with "leaves" 4 inches wide and 4-5 feet long.  I found to my dismay that the darn things have a row of fine thorns along the edges like the prickly pear cactus.  Powers made a nice piece of thatch by interlacing the ordinary fronds.
     Some Seabees landed yesterday and do they ever get things done!!  they cleared off a section of the beach to live on, and started a road in just no time.  They have the things to work with and know their jobs.
     It looks as though the tide came to within 5 feet of our hut!  I slept very well.  The sound of the waves is a lullaby.  The moon was behind the clouds most of the night.
     George is going to try to make a sheath for his hunting knife from the shark.  He is skinning it now.
     The natives go back and forth here several times a day, sometimes with a sail on their prow and sometimes with 4-5 rowing.  Their canoes usually have a single seater that had been made from a hollowed out log.
     I'm catching some rain water in which to shave and wash.  There is a sort of self-service laundry the fellows have set up with gasoline drum tubs to heat water and a well made by sinking the drum down into the ground about 10 yards back from the beach.  The water is fairly soft since it is mainly seepage from the jungle and swamp behind.  I'm due for a go at it soon by the looks of my clothes.  The fellows are going for breakfast.  About half are wearing rain coats and half aren't.  It is remarkable how little you mind getting wet.
     The few destroyers or corvettes [a small, lightly armed warship] are a familiar sight on our horizon for they are on guard day or might.  It is remarkable how little bombing we have had.  I guess the Japs just don't have the planes to do it even though there are numerous good targets.
     We hear reports of the news at times and can't understand why the European front doesn't come off.  There aren't many coconuts here.  I guess most of them were blasted off.  And the trees growing naturally don't grow anywhere as large as those on the plantations.
     All my love, Eugene

11-12 May '44
Beloved,
     This business of them not getting our mail to us is getting very irksome to say the least. 
     The rain didn't amount to much.  It has been cloudy and sprinkling all day.  I've written a few letters and read a bit.  This morning I did a bit of laundry.  I find that a good stiff scrub brush and soap does mighty well.  And of course the ironing doesn't bother!!  For a while we had no restrictions of clothes - could go naked as much as we liked, but today it comes out that we have to wear pants and a shirt or jacket unless in swimming!  It's because of mosquitoes and malaria.  I know, but it seems a shame for there are so few skeeters.  Here on the beach the flies aren't even bad.
Front of the board from the wrecked native canoe

Back of the board showing that it was mailed
"as is" to Beth
     Gosh but I had to laugh at George.  I saw him digging around in the sand.  He'd buried that shark for it was drawing flies and then had forgotten where.  Just like a dog and a bone he said!!  He has had no luck fishing today.  This afternoon we walked along the shore for a distance and found part of a native canoe, with sets of carving on the sides.  I plan to try sawing off a small section as a souvenir!
     These Jap socks without heels certainly do tend to creep down on your feet.  I don't have to wear them but it saves my others!  My foot is doing just fine for which I'm thankful.  Gray's feet are better but Mike's are bothering him a lot.
     ... Your V mails from April 22 to May 2 were very welcome and full of news.  I read and re-read them avidly and most of them out loud to George who misaddressed an envelope the while.
     He calls me "Prairie".  I'm glad this is the dry season.  I hope that when the wet comes we will be under regular tents.  At that, the sand is so much better than the red mud.  My new shoes are most comfortable.  Whenever the boys wade out toward the reef, they wear shoes, for cuts from the rough coral heal slowly.  There are even bright red and blue star fish!!
     Our fellows are baking bread for us.  Is it ever good besides these dry crackers.  Thru some sort of fancy trade with a boat, we have fresh meat and fresh butter for a while  The boys will find a way!!  It would be nice to have some of the fresh vegetables you are raising!
     All my love, Eugene

Monday, March 19, 2012

No Mail.No Luggage.No Waterproof Bags (32)

27 April '44 [Beth wrote on top of the letter: I'm sure this is at Hollandia]
Beloved,
     There is no telling when this will go in the mail.  We have only the boats evacuating patients to depend on.  But here's hoping.
     Well, I guess I'm a real "sojer" now!  I landed 24 hours after the assault, and everything was going smoothly.  A battery of 75's [75 mm antitank guns] was slamming out shells just about 50 feet from where we landed, so it really gave the appearance of a war.  The first night we had quite a little show, including bombs, but nothing near us.  It is quite a sensation to hug the bottom of a foxhole and wish it was deeper.
     We started doing business the next day.  We haven't had many casualties from Jap action.  You probably know more about what is going on than we do.  I am on Surgery and have done a fair amount of things.
Capt. Arnold Niemeyer on the left in a Japanese lop-lop and
Capt. Gene Pfile on the right in Japanese pants
     There is lots of Jap equipment around.  We have a lot of their medical supplies and our mess is using their rice and canned stuff.  Our own clothes are filthy, so we got a lot of their pants.  I even had on some g-string style underwear.  Also I'm using Jap towels, soap and tooth brushes.  The first night I had a silk bed sheet - parachute - in my foxhole.  They certainly pulled out in a hurry and left everything.  There hasn't been much resistance at all.  In fact, I haven't seen one at all except some wounded prisoners.  We have quite a few German Catholic missionaries that have been wounded or sick.  they are so thankful to be in US hands.
     There are still snipers around but none have taken pot shots at me!  A couple of artillery batteries on the hill about 200 yards from us lay down a barrage every now and then.  It makes it interesting!!
     None of our bunch has been hurt, even accidentally.  I'm doing fine - not even trouble with my feet.  When it rains it certainly gets messy.  I sleep in my clothes (on the floor, a litter, a cot of anything handy) from choice.
     This is my last air mail envelope.  We are still living out of our packs.  No telling when our other stuff will come in.  We are getting things in a much more livable condition.  We haven't heard any news so are wondering about the German front.
     We all had carbines and were considered combat troops since it is the Japs we're up against [the Germans respected the provisions of the Geneva Conventions concerning the treatment of the wounded, sick, and medical personnel, but the Japanese  didn't].  But we haven't had any excuses to shoot.
     Water is scarce so we bathe (when at all) in the sea and wash clothes likewise.  I certainly drink like a fish and just drip all the time.  The nights are cool enough for a blanket and the dew is quite heavy.  It isn't bad when it is dry and it rains only every 2 or 3 days, but it certainly makes a mess of the red and chocolate colored earth.
     I've taken several rolls of black and white pictures but there is no telling when I can send them in.  It is marvelous what the engineers do.  They built more roads in 2 days than the Japs did in 2 years.  The missionaries say the Jap are just animals.  They are profuse in their thanks to the Yanks for deliverance.  A lot of them are old men in their 70's.  On the whole they are in fair physical shape.  Most of them speak English.  They were astonished at the news.  The Japs had told them the usual victory line.
     Of course I have had no mail but there may be some soon.  Darn, I still jump when the big babies go off!  I'm darn glad we're not on the receiving end.
     I suppose that in a short time we won't even have to black out, the way things are going.  We have electric lights in a blacked out tent for night surgery.
     Write the folks, please, for I'll have to beg envelopes until my trunk comes.  Don't worry about me.  All the fellows are fine and morale is high.  We certainly have a bunch of soldiers that have what it takes.  Me?  Naw, I haven't been scared at any time!!  You can tell the folks about this.
     All my love, Eugene

29 Apr. '44
Beloved,
     Think nothing of the torn envelope.  They all stick together.  This is Jap paper.  Yesterday morning Dick and I cut each other's hair.  Our barber isn't working as yet and we both needed a haircut badly.  Really the result isn't bad.
Capt. Dick McIlroy cuts his hair while Gene sits on a Japanese water purifier
     You may see a picture of me in the paper before you get this.  A Signal Corps Photographer was taking pictures of these missionaries and the nuns didn't want to pose so Niemeyer and I went over and engaged three of them in conversation while he stole a few pictures.  They chattered away in German so fast that all I could get was the general trend of the conversation.
     Things are quiet as can be.  I guess the fighting has been over for a few days except for an occasional sniper or patrolling.  All we are getting in of a surgical nature are the usual run of accidents.  We haven't had any air raids.  Haven't even had any rain for about 4 days.  But my shoes smell moldy inside.  We don't have a change, unless I find a pair of Jap ones to fit me.  A day's sunning would fix these up.
     Our salvage group (it isn't polite to call them scavengers!) is still bringing in Jap medical supplies, instruments and fixtures.  Some are quite good.  Some of the fellows are wearing the split type of Jap shoes, that is the great toe separate.  They certainly have all the rubber goods they want.  I have my carbine in a long narrow rubber case.
     I lost the good scout knife.  It fell out of the shallow pocket of the Jap pants I was wearing.  No, don't sent me another - I'd probably lose it too.
     Yesterday down at the beach I was poking around and found a couple of mortar shells still in their container, that our fellows had left.  When we first arrived I found 2 hand grenades the same.  Also there was a large shell of ours from the bombardment which had failed to explode and the nose had broken so the powder spilled out.  Oh, I've gotten over my usual habit of kicking all queer looking items!
     Our food is quite monotonous, but sufficient.  We have practically no vegetables, canned or otherwise, so the diet is a bit constipating.  There are hard tack crackers instead of bread.  This ersatz butter for tropical use doesn't even melt in hot coffee!  It tastes like butter, too.  This line about the boys at the fighting fronts getting all the best of everything is so much hooey.  In fact, the problem of transport is such that it is impossible to bring up all the frills.  But we just complain about everyone being told that for we don't expect the luxury items.
Village near Hollandia
     I took a little jaunt this morning.  4 of us went to a village about 3 miles away.  We caught a ride about half way and the rest was along a jungle trail.  There are still snipers around but we had some armed soldiers along.  We passed several dead Japs and smelled a few more.  The town has, of course, been carefully picked over, but we managed to garner a few items.  I took a roll of Kodachrome.  I found a new pair of "cloven hoof" shoes.  They are not comfortable but will do.  We bathed in a beautiful clear, fresh water stream.  That alone was worth the trip.  I looked and looked for a small vase for you but could find nothing except the usual run of Chinese café bowls and cups, and I know they wouldn't pack.  We came back by boat past the most interesting native village built on stilts over the water.  It was deserted and falling in.  Of course I had taken the last picture on my roll.  but when my things come (maybe 2 weeks, maybe longer) I'll try again.
     The mosquitoes aren't bad at all but the flies are terrible.  In all the places where the Japs lived there are bags of rice and other food in kegs and cans, all cut open and spoiling, so the flies have a time.  There were bags of what I took to be poppy seed and loads of Jap invasion money.  Apparently there were Geisha houses from the amounts of cosmetics and things.  Everything had been pretty thoroughly blown to pieces by bombs and shells.  Practically all the houses were merely thatched huts.  All along the trail there were small clearings and native huts with corn, sweet potatoes and squash growing.  The jungle is a bit disappointing, photographically speaking.  It is just a mass of tall trees tangled with vines from top to bottom and practically no color but green all set on steep hills and narrow valleys.  There are but few birds to be seen and they are not bright in color.
     All my love, Eugene

April 30, 1944
     I've another bad boil starting on my rt foot!
     Today I fixed a traumatic amputation of a finger.

From George Christie's wife, Marjorie, to Beth (undated):
Dear Beth,
     Here is the family excerpt - expunged somewhat for Mother Christie's delicate ears.  What Gregg [George] actually said about Gene was that when the alert sounded he'd get up, take a leak in the ocean, ogle the sky and then go back to bed.  "At least he'll never wet the bed."  And it does sound typical of your Gene that he'd keep on the run, even though there is no particular hurry.  Their hut 1/2 mile from where the hospital was but in the most recent letters he speaks of going to church at the hospital so it was probably still somewhat existent then. ... Our rodeo is next weekend [the Royal Gorge Rodeo ?] and I have a fairly busy week planned.  Well, I'd rather be busy. ... I suppose Mercy [McIlroy] told you about our hurry-up visit to Pueblo Monday and Tuesday.  More fun!
     All good wishes, Marjorie

[Excerpts from George Christie's letter to his wife, Marjorie]
     May 1, 1944.  More Jap ink for this letter.  We are seeing some interesting sights here.  the other day a group of about 100 missionaries came along and yesterday we packed them off.  They were certainly glad to go.  One of the priests held mass and had a congregation of about half soldiers and half natives - it was a motley crew.  I have picked up some interesting items of Jap equipment which I will try to send home.
     We are seeing quite  few British Indians (soldiers) who hae been on duty over here, but were until recently held by the Japs.
     We don't have any clean clothes yet - just what we wore up here and most of us are wearing part Jap part U.S. clothes.  You can imagine the effect.  We don't have a chaplain, so there were no services yesterday.  We do get radio news from Australia, however.  The mail goes out irregularly but I hope this comes thru soon.  I'm well and "happy" - wish to heck I was home.

May 1, 1944 Monday - thru 5th
     Hot packs to foot.
     Wednesday Niemeyer opened it and put in drains, under pentothal anesthesia.  Some stuff that!
     Air raid Monday night.  3 killed and 34 wounded on Pancake Hill [behind the hospital - see photos in posts 29 and 30].  The plane came in low and dropped 3 bombs about 400 yards away, and up the hill.  A chunk of metal dropped 2 feet from George where he was sleeping in the admitting office.  Our guns didn't even fire, for some unknown reason, even though they saw him (8PM).
     We are closing up and the 36th Evac is taking over.
     We are to go on with the 41st Division, somewhere.  No mail.  No luggage.  Not even our waterproof bags.


Friday, March 16, 2012

Following the Hippocratic Oath (31)

Isn't life ironic?  Today's post tells the story of the rescue by the Americans of some Germans from the Japanese.  In swearing the Hippocratic oath, a physician vows "I will remember that I remain a member of society with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those of sound mind and body as well as the infirm."  This means the Japanese as well as the Germans.

German missionary released from 
Japanese prisoner of war camp
April 25, 1944 Tuesday
     Last night I helped Niemeyer amputate a Jap's leg above the knee.  He was a mess.  He'd been dressed by his own medics and left behind on a stretcher.  His leg was gangrenous - smelled like gas.  He had several other large holes in both legs - all infected and 3 or 4 days old.  I went to sleep on the floor about 12.  Was it ever hard!  Today I amputated a leg below the knee.  The fellow had 6 other wounds, several large and into both knee joints.  His condition was extremely poor, even after 2 units of plasma [a unit is one pint].  He was unconscious from a small head wound, probably penetrating the brain.  There were quite a few other wounded.

April 26, 1944 Wednesday
     Slept on a litter - better.  No more raids.  Quite a lot of wounded and injured today.
someone said the souvenir hunters got ahead of patrols the other day.  I went to a beach to wash clothes and bathe.  I now have on Jap underwear and pants.  we are using Jap soap, tooth brushes, towels, socks without heels, bandages, creosol, tr. green soap [?soup?], etc. 
     We have a mess line.  The K rations were tiresome.  It rained yesterday and the mud was bad.  The 2nd echelon came in yesterday after being anchored a day until the beach quit exploding.  Jap planes dropped flares looking for their convoy the night before.

April 27, 1944 Thursday
     Big barrage this AM from the guns on the hill.  Things are more quiet today.  I sewed up a stab wound of the back with hemisection of the cord done by one of his buddies in the dark!  Also a bad cut of the foot.
     We have a big bunch of German missionary prisoners.
Lt. Glautauer escaped from Austria ahead of the Nazis,
and was a physician with the 92nd Evac
The following undated article was in an unidentified newspaper, but Gene, who spoke some German, had written next to it "He [Beuers] first told this story to me and I sent him to HQ with it."

PRIEST HEARD JAPS BEHEADED YANKEES: German Missionary Tells of Sending Biblical Phrases Thru Nip soldier to Two Captured Airmen About to Be Executed by Robert Eunson
     Somewhere in Australia (Delayed) - (AP) - A Japanese soldier carried a final Christian message from the German catholic priest to two captured American airmen awaiting their fate near Madang, New Guinea, last July.
     This story was told to me by August Beuers, mission brother from Muenster, Germany who was among the 100 missionaries liberated when the Americans seized Hollandia from the Japanese last month. 
     Beuers said he was bound hand and foot and was lying on the floor of a native hut when the Japanese brought in two Americans.  The Japanese untied Beuers and used the ropes to bind the Americans.  Beuers described them as tall, one red-haired and the other dark complexioned.  The Americans were weary after a long walk thru the jungle before their capture.
     Thru an interpreter, Maj. Arnold M. Maahs of Tilleda, Wis., Beuers related that the Americans were kept bound on the floor with no food and very little water for several days.
     "One day a native brought us some bananas but mean Japanese guards took them from him and ate them in front of us," said Beuers.
     "Finally, they took the Americans away.  A few days later a Japanese soldier named Torino came in and said Major Natehara, our captor, has ordered the Americans executed.  We didn't know whether he was speaking the truth.  He told us the Americans had asked for a Bible but Natehara had refused.
     'I can't cut their heads off without giving them a Christian message or they will come back and haunt me,' Torino told us, " Beuers said.
     The German then related how Father Luttmer, a German missionary who later died in captivity, gave Torino the Biblical phrase: "Let not your heart be troubled.  Ye believe in God, believe also in me.  In my Father's house are many mansions.  I go to prepare a place for you.  I will come again and receive you unto myself that where I am ye may be also."
     Beures said Torino spoke English well and memorized the message.
     "Several days later the natives told us Torino had cut off the Americans' heads," Beuers said.  "But we don't really know what happened."


Thursday, March 15, 2012

A Night to Remember! (30)

When the men retired to their foxholes that first night, the atmosphere at the 92nd Evac Hospital was one of uneasy relief.  That morning they had joked about it possibly being their last day on earth, but the jokes had seeds of real concern in them.  The men were alert, but not unduly frightened.  Probably some of them had even spent part of the day swimming and poking around (Gene had  poked around some, being a naturally curious person!).  It was a good thing they were alert!
Japanese supplies amidst the wreckage from the pre-invasion shelling at Humbolt Bay

April 24, 1944 Monday
     What a night to remember!  We were in our foxholes (I on my silken sheets! and dirty shoes!) by dark.  We heard that all planes at night would be enemy.  Just at dusk a lone raider came along the beach below us.  There was no radar and no search lights.  By a lucky hit, he dropped 3 bombs on the Jap ammunition dump (probably guided by the fire on the beach from the dumps burning from the previous shelling.  Explosions were more or less continuous - some tremendous enough to shake the earth where we were on a hill about a mile (4 seconds by sound) away.  Fragments went whizzing over us and a few dropped nearby.  The display was spectacular - tracers, big flaming chunks up in the sky, fire!  Christie and some others thought it was all a tremendous counter-attack (you could hear the small arm cartridges sounding like machine guns) and were too scared to look over the top of their foxholes and see it.  Me - I had my head up peeking over to see the show, and to watch how close the red hot fragments were going to land.  If one hit my foxhole, I wanted to be ready to get out!  About 4 A.M. I had to urinate, so I used my helmet.
     We started to set up and will have 2 wards and a surgery by 5 this evening.  The area is in a little saddle between Pancake and another hill.  We had bull dozzers [sic] scraping flat benches on the hillside to put up the tents.  We have to take over a portable Hosp's patients, which is by our site.  Apparently most of our food and medical supplies were burned and blown up!  The loss of life and casualties will probably be large.  So far as they can tell, several companies were almost entirely destroyed.  What a disaster.  Why was the fire left burning? [Gene felt it guided the Japanese raider the night before].
     I dug in again with Sparky and George along a stone abuttment [sic].  The work is terribly fatiguing - perspiration simply runs off in streams.  But I have no headaches like I did last night.  Even then I slept most of the time, although I woke up at each big explosion, to keep an eye out for red hot pieces or incendiaries.  I couldn't tell which was flying thru the air.
     Probably the Japs will be back in force tonight.  Just about 300 yards up the hill from us is a battery of 90 mm ack ack and searchlight and radar.  We'll probably get the near misses when the Japs try for the emplacements.
Pancake Hill with Humbolt Bay in the middle ground; note the bomb craters
     Well, so far I haven't been afraid.  It's hard to realize that this is the real thing and that anything can happen.  The worst part is that we live like pigs.  I haven't had my clothes off since yesterday morning and probably won't for a while.  We have no provision against rain except rain coats.  Most outfits have ponchos or shelter halves.

From an unidentified, undated newspaper article:

THOUSANDS OF YANKS STORM HOLLANDIA AND AITAPE BASES: Huge Air and Sea Armada Covers Landings With MacArthur Looking On (A.P.)
     MacArthur's Advanced Headquarters in New Guinea, April 24 - Under cover of a tremendous naval and air blasting, thousands of American troops established beachheads at Hollandia and Aitape on the strategic north coast of New Guinea Saturday and Monday - 60,000 more isolated Japanese faced annihilation.
     Gen. Douglas MacArthur, who witnessed the gigantic operation, terned it Bataan in reverse.  MacArthur's triumphant communiqué Monday said 140,000 Japanese troops stretching from New Guinea to the Solomon islands are thus "neutralized and strategically impotent".  These Japanese are all that remain of a force on one-fourth million established in these islands for the invasion of Australia, he declared, adding, "Time and combat will be required to accomplish the annihilation, but their ultimate fate is now certain."
Locations mentioned in the article are marked in pink.  The map is from the Perry-Castañeda Library Map Collection: Engineers of the Southwest Pacific, 1941-45, Vol.1
     The 60,000 Japanese are caught between Hollandia and Madang.  The other 80,000 are in New Britain, New Ireland and Bouganville. 
     The Japanese, caught far off by feints in the direction of Wewak and Madang to the southeast , offered little opposition to the powerful American forces which poured ashore on both sides of Hollandia and Aitape, 150 miles southeast.
     Immediately the Americans drove toward the airdromes at both bases with tractors and bulldozers to make serviceable the excellent airstrips which are a little over 1,000 miles from the Philippines - within bomber range.
     General MacArthur, intent upon returning to the Philippines from which the Americans withdrew a little more than two years ago, watched the Hollandia landings from the quaking deck of a bombarding cruiser and went ashore with the second wave of troops, which established a beachhead at Tanahmerah bay west of Hollandia at dawn.
     After greeting field commanders and many of the men, he proceeded to the Aitape area and watched from a destroyer as the first assault team made shore, later to seize Aitape's air strips.  MacArthur went in with the second wave again and expressed his satisfaction to the commanding generals for a job well done.
     The landings, which in the case of Hollandia in Dutch New Guinea meant the first recapture of Netherlands territory in the war, bypassed the Japanese base at Wewak with its four airfields and the other enemy air bases of Bogia, Alexishafen and Madang along the northeast New Guinea coast.  The campaign swept the New Guinea front 500 miles up the coast from the Madang sector.
     A strong force of central Pacific warships under the command of Adm. Chester W. Nimitz participated in the preinvasion shelling, lending support for the first time to a MacArthur landing operation.
     These warships previously had prevented material Japanese air interference with the Hollandia action by smashing hard at Palau and Woleai in the western Caroline islands north of New Guinea as well as Truk to the east.
     The Americans disembarked from transports in tropical predawn darkness for the Hollandia landings.  They hit shore at 7:08 a.m. and by noon had driven about two miles inland from the beachheads at Tanahmerah bay and Humbolt bay.  Their objectives were three airfields lying midway between the two beachheads.
     No land mines or obstacles interfered with rapid establishment of the beachheads.  The troops met only weak resistance as they headed inland with fixed bayonets and suffered only light losses.  The estimated 14,000 Japanese in the Hollandia area may attempt a stubborn stand around the vital airfields or may withdraw to the slopes of the Cyclops mountains commanding the airstrips.
     Hollandia's once formidable air power had been knocked out in a pulverizing 1,500-ton bombing assault which started three weeks before.  The enemy's coastal defences were hit by hundreds of tons of shells in the stiffest warship and carrier plane pounding of any Japanese objective south of the Marshall islands.
     While advanced ground units pushed toward the airfields and transport craft were disgorging more men, guns and supplies on all three beaches, hundreds of naval planes and many heavily gunned warships maintained a protective screen overhead and far out to sea.
     As the first assault waves dashed toward shore in Higgins boats and amp0hibious Alligators and Ducks, navy planes dived thru the dense smoke clouds to unload bombs on a few enemy guns that survived the bombardment.
     Amphibious tanks and trucks carried the first assault wave into the southern inlet of Tanahmerah bay, Infantry followed closely to establish the first beachhead as transports unloaded a larger force five miles to the north.  By afternoon this force had driven a strong spearhead to the westernmost of the three airdromes lying between the Cyclops mountains and Sentani lake.
     The eastern jaw of MacArthur's pincers trap was set on the shores of Humbolt bay where another assault group landed between Hollandia village and the Tami airdrome, twelve miles southeast.  One unit gained the beach, drove rapidly inland one mile to occupy a hill overlooking Hollandia village, and then cut across the main road.  Americans captured a few Japanese and killed several more in this first thrust.
     Two other units landed further south and a fourth, coming in on ducks and alligators, drove thru the center across narrow palm-fringed spits enclosing the inner harbor of Humbolt bay.
     A few minutes after the assault troops hit the beaches a naval party went ashore to set up a liaison between ground forces and naval fighters and dive bombers.
     Steaming for many of the prelanding hours within range of Japanese aerial reconnaissance, the Allied invasion armada had succeeded in keeping the enemy guessing about the ultimate objectives until it was too late for the Japanese to organize any counter-action.
     approaching Hollandia from different directions, carrier and attack fleets had rendezvoused at a point which even if detected still gave the enemy no indication of its destination.  Friday night the invasion force abruptly changed its direction and warships' heavy salvos were probably the first warning the Japanese received that Hollandia and Aitape were being invaded.
     Thruout Saturday hundreds of United States navy planes monopolized the skies while fleet units steamed offshore in case the Japanese navy decided to accept the challenge to battle which the American navy has been flaunting in the Pacific since the invasion of the Gilberts last November.