Showing posts with label navy. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 23, 2016

American Angels-The Military Nurses of Bataan and Corregidor


When the Japanese invaded the Philippine Islands in December of 1941, over 100 U.S. Navy and U.S. Army nurses were stationed at military bases in the islands. The tragic and heroic story of these women is almost lost to history. None among the “Greatest Generation” would ever forget them, but those legendary people are almost gone now.

Early in the war, most of the army nurses were concentrated at Sternberg Army Hospital in Manila. After the destruction of the Cavite Navy Yard by Japanese bombing, the Navy doctors and nurses from the hospital at Cañacao also went to Sternberg.

Nearby buildings were confiscated and converted to medical facilities. Events soon overtook these preparations. Most of General Douglas MacArthur’s Filipino-American Army were half-trained local recruits. Of the about 12,000 American troops, none was an organized division.  He had two battalions of light tanks, but also a division of horse cavalry. Control of the air had been lost to the Japanese in the first few days. Realizing that his forces could not hold the Japanese short of Manila, the general ordered delaying actions while his troops retreated into the Bataan Peninsula to create a stronghold there. On December 26th, he declared Manila an open city.

Over 80 Army nurses and one Navy nurse, Ann A. Bernatitus, operating room nurse for a Navy surgeon, were bussed to Bataan. The other eleven Navy nurses remained in Manila and were captured.

The nurses went to Bataan dressed in their starched white cotton uniforms, woefully inadequate to work in a jungle combat hospital. Upon arrival at Lamay, where Hospital Number 1 was to be located, they were issued Army Air Force mechanics coveralls--all size 46--and “boondocker” boots. Fortunately Chinese tailors lived in Lamay and retailored the coveralls. For headwear, the nurses wore M1917 “soup plate” steel helmets.

At least open-walled sheds were available for wards at Hospital No. 1. Warehouses held old iron beds stored since the First World War. The nurses had to assemble the beds and organize the wards. Casualties in the hundreds poured in from the front. OR nurses worked hours on end assisting their surgeons. Ward nurses cared for dozens of patients apiece, then hundreds. By April, ward nurses were responsible for over 400 patients each. With Japan controlling the air, patients had to be transferred from the front at night. Surgeons toiled all night long under portable operating lights, sometimes continuing on into the day. The nurses changed dressings and tended to other patient needs by flashlight or kerosene lanterns. Because of shortages, dressings had to be reused. Dirty dressings were boiled over fires and then refolded. They performed all these tasks while slowly starving to death.

Because of limited food supplies, Bataan went on half-rations in the first week of the siege. Rations were later reduced another fifty percent. As their weight slowly faded, so did their energy. Yet the nurses plugged doggedly on. They were medical professionals, and the welfare of the men under their care was their primary concern.

As Allied forces retreated, Hospital No. 1 had to be packed up and relocated to Little Baguio closer to the tip of the peninsula, a miracle of logistics. All of the hundreds of patients survived. The Americans took everything not nailed down with them, even the electric wires from the buildings.

Hospital No. 2 was the first open-air hospital operated by the U.S. Army since the Civil War. In fact, one nurse likened it to the Atlanta train station scene in Gone With The Wind. Located near a small river, the space was simply hacked out of the jungle. The nurses set up beds brought from Corregidor out on the ground. Eventually, there were 18 wards of 200 beds each. When beds ran out, Filipino carpenters built bamboo bunks four tiers high. The ward nurses had to continually climb up and down ladders. At first, there were no mosquito nets, and malaria and dengue fever soon ravaged the patients and hospital staff. Dysentery, scurvy, and beriberi became common as food supplies dwindled. When hypodermic equipment ran short, the nurses reused syringes and re-sharpened needles on stones. The women had to bathe in the river. At least those at Hospital No. 1, located in an old Army motor pool complex, could take showers. During the siege, over 10,000 patients were treated at the two hospitals.

As the Allied forces continued to retreat, the specter of sexual assault hung over the women. They all knew of the Rape of Nanking in 1937 and about the raped and murdered nurses in Hong Kong. But the nurses really had little time to speculate. In her memoirs, one survivor said that they couldn’t worry about themselves. The care of their patients remained their primary concern. Their grateful wards soon dubbed the women “The Angels of Bataan.”

The nurses may have pushed rape to the backs of their minds, but Lieutenant General Jonathan Wainwright, the commander on Corregidor did not. As military collapse on Bataan became inevitable, he ordered all the American and Filipina nurses evacuated to Corregidor. After a harrowing road trip past exploding ammunition dumps and boat trips under fire, the women reached the relative safety of Corregidor. They continued to practice their profession there in crowded hospital tunnels dug into the rock. Continual artillery bombardment made their situation worse than Bataan.

A few of the nurses escaped. Two PBY Catalina flying boats evacuated twenty at night. One of the planes made it to Australia, but the other was damaged on Mindanao and its ten nurses captured. On the night before Corregidor surrendered, eleven Army nurses and Navy nurse Ann Bernatitus escaped on the submarine, Spearfish.

Fifty-six nurses went into captivity on Corregidor. Their commander, Captain Maude Davidson, maintained tight discipline and kept the women tending to their patients. The Japanese appeared stunned to encounter women prisoners who were military officers. Fortunately for the nurses, the new Japanese commander of the Corregidor hospital was a graduate of the University of California in Los Angeles. He ordered that the women be left alone to attend to their duties. Only one abortive rape attempt occurred.

After being imprisoned for a few months, the Corregidor nurses joined the nurses from Sternberg at the Santo Tomas University internment camp. Captain Davidson worked with civilian medical professionals to organized an infirmary and set up a nursing rotation to keep her charges focused on their profession. She insisted that they wear their khaki skirts while on duty. Lieutenant Laura Cobb followed suit with her Navy nurses. They carried on as the Japanese systematically starved the internees for the last year of captivity. A testament to their effectiveness is the fact that, except for complications from surgery, not a single military or civilian woman died at Santo Thomas. At the camp, the military nurses were known as “The Angels of Mercy.”

During the re-conquest of the Philippines in 1945, General MacArthur took great pains to assure that the military nurses were freed at the earliest possible moment, sending a flying column of tanks to liberate Santo Tomas.

The women came home to a grateful nation and military decorations. All were awarded the Bronze Star for heroism. Those injured received the Purple Heart. But like the rest of the “citizen soldiers” of the “Greatest Generation,” they went on with their lives and soon faded from the collective consciousness of the nation.

Before World War II, women were considered “the weaker sex” in Western society. The “Angels of Bataan and Corregidor” conclusively disproved that stereotype.

I chose to make one of the “Angels of Bataan” the heroine of my current writing project, Endure The Cruel Sun, the sequel to my bestselling novel Hold Back the Sun.  I tell about the last days of Bataan and Corregidor, along with the escape by submarine to Australia, through her eyes. Does romance await her “Down Under?”


Warren Bell is an author of historical fiction.  He spent 29 years as a US Naval Officer, and has traveled to most of the places in the world that he writes about.  A long-time World War II-buff, his first two novels, Fall Eagle One and Hold Back the Sun are set during World War II.  His third novel, Asphalt and Blood, follows the US Navy Seabees in Vietnam.  His most recent novel, Snowflakes in July, was released on September 15, 2015.  For more about Warren Bell, visit his website at: wbellauthor.com or see him on twitter @wbellauthor.  


 

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Fifty-Seven Years and Counting

Friday is my usual day for blogging, but I had more important matters to attend to this week. Fifty-seven years ago yesterday, I did the smartest thing I ever did. I married Annette Hudgens, the love of my life. We have traveled an exciting journey through the years, facing many challenges and blessings, but we always faced them together as a team.  We are truly life partners.

The early years were not easy financially. At first, we struggled to get by on a small research fellowship and a secretary’s salary while I completed my Masters degree in Civil Engineering at the University of Arkansas. But the tough times were smoothed by an abundance of love. As soon as I graduated, the Selective Service was breathing down my neck. To keep from being drafted as a private in the Army, I enrolled in Navy Officer Candidate School. Annette stayed with her parents during that four-month separation, again working to keep our finances afloat. She flew up to Rhode Island for my commissioning in the Navy Civil Engineer Corps. She charmed the whole class with her Southern accent and grace.

We ended up spending twenty-nine years in the U.S. Navy. We both enjoyed those years immensely. Finances were again tight, as a Navy Ensign made a paltry salary in those days. Annette continued to work until our children were born. Our son, Stephen, was born in 1961. Our daughter, Karen, came along in 1963. We had many adventures. We moved from coast to coast several times, experiencing both California and Virginia Lifestyles. We were stationed at Kodiak, Alaska in 1964 during the Great Alaska earthquake. Annette capably shouldered our family responsibilities during my two Seabee tours in Vietnam totaling seventeen months. Raising two small children alone and keeping the family organized were daunting tasks, yet she never complained.

When the Navy sent me to the George Washington University to get a Masters of Business Administration degree, we again found expenses outstripping my Navy salary. Annette went to work at the Center for Naval Analysis. She found her groove there and moved through several positions while we remained in Washington.  I was stationed in the Pentagon after getting my MBA, and then did a tour at the Headquarters of the Naval Facilities Engineering Command.

I learned that doing well in Washington can be a mixed blessing. In helps with getting promoted, but once recognized as tolerating the bureaucracy well, it is hard to get stationed elsewhere. I spent 11 of my last 14 years in the Navy in Washington. During this time, we got our kids through college. Stephen became a Civil Engineer at the University of Virginia. Karen earned her accounting degree at Old Dominion University. Both are married, and we have four treasured grandchildren.

After completing my Navy career, I spent nine years as the City Engineer for Alexandria, Virginia. After our children had graduated and gained employment, Annette decided to go back to school and complete the accounting degree she abandoned to get married. She graduated with honors from George Mason University, then took and passed the Certified Public Accountant exam. She worked in accounting for the remainder of her career.

After I retired from Alexandria, we designed and built Annette’s dream house in Williamsburg, Virginia. By pure luck, we employed the best custom builder in the area. Our new home has been a joy for over ten years. Annette has become an expert and respected Master Gardener. She works in a number of their programs and works and leads tours of the gardens at Colonial Williamsburg. After spending several years making small boards out of large boards in my woodworking shop, I took up writing novels to keep my mind active. My three books are available on Amazon.com, and a fourth is in the works.

One of the activities Annette and I have enjoyed together over the years is performing choral music. We met and fell in love in our college choir. We have performed together in Methodist or military chapel choirs for our entire marriage. Music is part of the glue that inseparably binds us together. We’ll keep singing for as long as we have the capability.

Like many parents, we consider our children to be our greatest accomplishments. After a distinguished career in the Navy Civil Engineer Corps, Stephen is working for an engineering firm in Texas. Karen became a computer expert and had a successful career in the consulting industry. She became an author’s publicist and media expert to help her father. She enjoyed it so much that she now has a number of other clients.

We’re often asked what is the secret to a long and happy marriage.  First, I advise to keep love alive. My cardinal rule is to NEVER do anything on purpose to hurt Annette. Try to always be supportive and to remember, “There is no ‘I’ in team.”

Note: Warren Bell is an award-winning author of historical and military fiction.  His first two novels, Fall Eagle One and Hold Back the Sun are set during World War II, while his third novel, Asphalt and Blood, is set during the Vietnam War.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Another Glass Ceiling Shattered

Admiral Michelle Howard

Last Tuesday, July 1st, Admiral Michelle Howard became the first woman four-star admiral in the U.S. Navy, joining the first women who hold four-star rank in the Army and the Air Force. Admiral Howard is becoming the Vice Chief of Naval Operations (VCNO), the second most powerful job in the Navy. Many people who hold this billet go on to be CNO.  By the way, Admiral Howard is also an African American.

Her new position is but the latest in a career filled with “firsts.” She was among the first women to attend the Naval Academy, graduating in the Class of 1982 (the first class to include women at all was the Class of 1980). A Surface Warfare Officer, she served in increasingly responsible positions aboard ship and ashore. When she took command of the dock landing ship, U.S.S. Rushmore, in 1999, she became the first black woman to command a U.S. Navy warship. She was later to become the first black woman to command a strike group at sea and the first to attain the rank of vice admiral.  She is a super smasher of “glass ceilings.”

Admiral Howard’s path to these achievements was not easy.  “This is not for wimps,” she told an audience at NOVA Southeastern University in Florida. “You have to develop a sense of humor. You have to develop stamina because there’s going to be tough days. Like the pioneering women of old, you have to let some things go. It can be scary going into an environment where no one looks like you. I have been in rooms where I was the only woman and the only minority.”
 
As a twenty-nine-year Navy veteran, I can well imagine the discomforting situations Admiral Howard faced.  One of the central characters of my new novel, Asphalt and Blood, is “Bull” Barker, a young African American petty officer in a Seabee battalion in the Vietnam War.  While happy and comfortable as a Seabee, Barker encounters many instances of overt racism as the story progresses. Getting Barker right is one of the most difficult challenges I faced in writing Asphalt and Blood. 

The Navy has changed a great deal since I retired. In an interview last Monday, Admiral Howard commented that many of the obstacles she faced and overcame no longer exist, at least not to the degree they did at the outset of her career.  Repeal of the combat exclusion law has allowed women to serve on all types of ships and aircraft. Now even submarines are open to women.

“Admiral Howard is also a great example of how much we lose as a Navy and a nation if we put artificial barriers in,” Secretary of the Navy Ray Mabus told a crowd of about 150 people at Howard’s promotion ceremony. “If we don’t judge people on their ability, based on their capability.”

Like any successful executive, Admiral Howard has her detractors. One contemporary hinted that she might not have been required to cross as many hurdles as her male counterparts. In an interview with Navy Times, Rear Admiral Sonny Masso refuted such claims. “Do I think she’s a token female, a token African American?” Masso commented. “I would say absolutely and emphatically not. With her performance and critical jobs across the spectrum, …she has brought an extraordinary amount of experience that is equal to any of her peers.”

To those who would question the ability of women to command in combat, I would cite Admiral Howard’s performance while Commanding Task Force 151 during anti-piracy operations in the Gulf of Aden. In April 2009, when Somali pirates seized the cargo ship, Maersk Alabama, and her skipper, Captain Richard Phillips, Admiral Howard devised a plan to get him back and sent destroyer, U.S.S. Bainbridge, to perform the rescue. Navy Seals aboard Bainbridge later shot and killed the pirates and freed Phillips.  A win-win situation for everyone but the pirates. This woman is a warrior!

In closing his remarks at the promotion ceremony, Secretary Mabus concluded, “I hope that I have always been as passionate about that (judging people on their abilities), but the intensity has increased since I became the father of three daughters, and I refuse to believe that there are any ceilings for them, glass or otherwise. That they can get to where their abilities take them. And with that, they and countless others in the Navy now have a wonderful role model in Michelle Howard.”

To paraphrase a popular TV commercial of past years, “Admiral Howard gained her new position the old fashioned way—she earned it.”

Note: Warren Bell is a historical fiction author with two novels for sale either for Kindle or in paperback from Amazon.com. Both are set during WWII, with Fall Eagle One taking place in Europe, and Hold Back the Sun set in the war in the Pacific. 

Friday, November 1, 2013

Getting Technical Facts Right in Fiction Writing



While enjoying a fairly new mystery thriller set more or less in the present, I read about military guards being armed with M1 carbines. This was something of a jolt for me, because I know that the early Vietnam years were the latest that U.S. armed forces regularly used this weapon. In many other novels, some by highly popular authors, I often discover similar anachronisms, such as placing in WW2 fiction weapons not then developed. I’ve seen some authors use the words revolver to describe all pistols. I have found many other questionable technical details in popular fiction. For some reason, this really bothers me, especially because the right information is so readily available today on the Internet.



I believe an author has a responsibility to make his fiction as plausible as possible. Getting the details right is essential to complete plausibility. For knowledgeable readers, and there are hoards of them out there, hitting an obviously wrong detail interrupts the flow of the prose and may cause irritation. This isn’t a good reaction for the author.



Before penning both of my novels, a spent many hours in exhaustive research. When I first began writing, this required lots of time in libraries. I treat research as a puzzle, digging for the answer I want until I discover it. Only when I’m convinced that I’m on firm ground do I plunge ahead with the writing.



The dogfights in my new novel, Hold Back the Sun provide an example. My Dutch protagonist, Captain Garret Laterveer, is flying an obsolescent Brewster Buffalo against modern Japanese Army (IJA) and Navy (IJN) fighters. I read everything I could find both in print and on the Internet about the actual experience of Dutch pilots early in the Pacific War. Surprisingly, some of them had success, especially against the Army Nakajima fighters in Malaya. The IJN Zeros were another matter. At the time, this aircraft was probably the best fighter in the world. Yet some Dutch pilots did shoot them down. In my research, I found that the Brewster aircraft had a number of the same strengths and weaknesses of the P-40 fighters used successfully against Zeros by the Flying Tigers. Applying artistic license, I allowed the Dutch to use Flying Tiger tactics.



I know the old saw, “Never let the facts get in the way of a good story,” and I have used it myself to alter history to make the plot go the way I want it. However, I do not believe this justifies incomplete research. Our readers deserve our best efforts.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Birth of a Novel

Yesterday, we successfully launched the paperback version of my new novel, Hold Back the Sun. This was my first experience of a formal launch event, but I really enjoyed it. After reading several passages that introduced the main characters and set the tone for the story, I invited the guests to ask questions. Several people asked, “How long does it take to write a novel?”

The answer to this question varies with individual books. Like mammals, different novels have different gestation periods, varying by size. Gerbils take about 25 days from conception to birth; cats require about 64; Horses, 340; African elephants, 645. In similar fashion, the bigger the book, the longer it takes to complete it.

My first published novel, Fall Eagle One required about three years from conception to final draft. The nature of my writing requires somewhat exhaustive historical research. Having the Internet available was a Godsend to my research. Actual writing took a little over a year, while editing and rewriting under the guidance of a skilled editor required several more months before we were ready to shop the manuscript. 

Hold Back the Sun took a little longer. My interest in the exploits of the U.S. Asiatic Fleet early in WWII was sparked in the mid 1960s by reading John Toland’s popular history, But Not in Shame. In the late 1970s, I read The Lonely Ships, Edwin P. Hoyt’s history of the Asiatic Fleet. The germ of an idea for a novel started tickling my mind. I was on active duty in the Navy, so my time for exploring the subject was limited. Nevertheless, I began doing literary research and taking notes on the places I visited in Hawaii and Asia. I began serious writing about 1980 during off duty hours while serving a tour without my family. The result of this effort was a manuscript that was far too long to expect to be published as a debut novel. New writing ideas drew my attention, so Hold Back the Sun languished in my computer for several years. However, I was very attached to the story and always meant to publish it when the opportunity arose.

Once Fall Eagle One achieved some success, I decided to buckle down and rewrite Hold Back the Sun. Using skills learned from my editor, I pared the manuscript and completely rewrote the last third of the story. It took me about seven months of hard work to get to the point of publication. The success of the Kindle e-book (currently #6 in historical fiction-Asian) suggests that it was worth the effort.

Being in my late seventies, I no longer have the luxury of a taking a lot of time for my future works. Fortunately, I can now do most of my research by computer without leaving my desk. I plan to publish one new book every year for as long as I’m physically able.  I hope that my readers will continue to enjoy them.

Note: Both of Warren’s novels are Amazon Kindle Bestsellers Hold Back the Sun is #6 on historical fiction: Asian and #56 in action-adventure: war and military. Fall Eagle One is #56 on action-adventure/war and military.