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Posted: 5/6/2004 2:02:44 PM EST
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My Friends
Today, was a down day. Today was the Sixth of May and each year it is the very worse down day of all. My thoughts always slide back to 5-6-42, and I recall the events of that day as though it were yesterday. I can smell the smoke and the dust in the air, and can hear the thunder of the bombs and shells. I can see the shock in my Captains face, and the despair in the faces of the men that I have served with. I feel the shock of the axe striking the water jacket of my old Browning machine gun. The enemy planes sweep overhead above the tree tops. Mind keeps repeating if we are quitting why are they firing on us?

I see myself pulling my dogtags from my neck and wadding the tags and the chain in my hand and flinging them down the slope....away from me! I stare at Bill Krueger and slowly shake my head, not believing this is happening! I hear the deafening roar of artillery shells rearranging the terrain across the road. Shrapnel rips through the air nearby. Why are we destroying our weapons I think. Some one is shooting at us! Just like yesterday and last night.....and all of the yesterdays before. How long? Forever my mind remarked, failing to remember a time before this hell that had descended upon us. I somehow was moving toward the heightfinder, perhaps I could help there. I found myself stumbling over chunks of broken concrete and tripping on cables, torn from the ground like spaghetti. Sgt. Charlie Jackson was flailing at the long tube of the heightfinder like a madman, yelling, "No surrender!.....No!", the sweat was running down his dirty face in small rivers as his axe ripped into the height finder, the fire control equipment that he directed so well.

I saw around me complete, utter chaos! We had been ordered to surrender! It couldn't be!

Yes, today was a very down day for me..............


Link Posted: 5/7/2004 5:10:30 PM EST
My grandmother's brother and my ex-wife's father were both surrendered at Corregidor. When I went to see the place in 1996, I was sitting in a jeepney next to an AFP colonel, and wound up crying like a baby when we passed where my uncle's barracks was. It was pounded to hell by heavy weapons. There were some Japanese tourists, as well, but I am afraid that I wasn't too inclined to speak to them. Neither my great-uncle or my father-in-law ever made it back home. My great-uncle made it through Bataan, then the hell-ships, but wound up dying in early 1944 at a prison camp in Manchuria of beri-beri (malnutrition/starvation).

I tell you, I was affected more by Corregidor than by Arlington.

I'm glad I went, but I wouldn't call it a pleasant experience.
Link Posted: 5/7/2004 5:22:39 PM EST
Always remember, payback came for the japs. Read about the retaking of the concrete battleship if you want to feel good about America.
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