Hell in the Pacific: A Marine Rifleman's Journey From Guadalcanal to Peleliu
Jim McEnery, Bill Sloan
Language: English
Pages: 320
ISBN: 1451659148
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
A no-holds-barred, brutally frank memoir about one Marine’s life on the front lines—and the sacrifices, suffering, and raw courage of the men in foxholes, locked in mortal combat with an enemy sworn to fight to the death.
A MARINE RIFLEMAN’S VIVID, BRUTALLY CANDID MEMOIR OF LIFE AND DEATH ON THEFRONT LINES OF WORLD WAR II IN THE PACIFIC
Jim McEnery’s rifle company—made famous by the HBO miniseries The Pacific—fought in some of the most ferocious battles of World War II. This unforgettable portrait of men at war is a chronicle of the sacrifices, suffering, and raw courage of those in the foxholes, locked in mortal combat with an implacable enemy.
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Bushido was the foundation for a military caste system based on sheer brutality, one that was practiced like a religion. Privates in that army were beaten and abused unmercifully by soldiers who outranked them. Then, after they were promoted to a higher rank, those former privates handed out the same cruel punishment they’d gotten to other new privates. In combat, Bushido emphasized using bayonets and swords instead of bullets whenever possible, especially when the Jap attacks came in the dark.
Marine by accident on Guadalcanal, but we did have some friendly fire casualties in our outfit caused by guys in other companies. The worst case of friendly and fatal small-arms fire I remember was right after the Battle of Edson’s Ridge. K and I Companies were moving together along the coast road trying to head off the Jap retreat. When K Company cut into the woods to get in position between I Company and the Matanikau River, some of our scouts came under fire from I Company. One bullet went.
The plan. According to the watcher, the Japs were getting ready to ship out a major new invasion force for Guadalcanal. This news caused division headquarters to scale back the attack by the Whaling group and the First and Second Battalions of the Seventh. Instead of driving on into the heart of enemy territory, they were told to halt their attack at a certain point and return to the Matanikau perimeter, even if they were successful. The Fifth Marines would hold at the Matanikau until Whaling’s.
For the Marine Corps. But I’d heard they were setting the rule aside for senior NCOs like John and me—and for commissioned officers like Captain Haldane and Lieutenant Jones, too—because they didn’t have enough of us to go around. The way I read it, this meant we’d probably have to land on at least one more damn island before they’d let us go. General Rupertus and Colonel Selden, who was now chief of staff of the division, put in a strong pitch with Marine Corps headquarters in Washington to get.
Of being the first ones to take a dip that year. THE HOUSE WHERE I lived with my mother and father and sister before we moved in with my grandparents was a small, single-story frame with barely enough room for the four of us. We were poor as a bunch of church mice, as the saying goes, but Gerritsen Beach was far from being a wealthy neighborhood. Most of the people who lived there were first- or second-generation immigrants from Europe, and most of them were just as poor as we were. It was what.