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Midway

By lex, on June 4th, 2006

The Brits have a small island and a thousand year navy. They’ve got Camperdown and the Nile and Trafalgar and Jutland.

Us? We’ve got Midway.

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The Bridges of Toko-ri

By lex, on December 5th, 2005

I don’t know if you ever saw the movie, but one of its closing lines still holds a place in naval aviation culture: “Where do we get such men?”

Of course, it’s quite often used ironically these days, and followed up by, “and where shall we put them,” but never mind – occasional correspondent B2 sends along the excellent read on the real story behind this Korean War-era strike you’ll find appended below:

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The Morning Commute

Thu – April 14, 2005

I get up pretty early on a work day – 0604. It’s a strange number, I know, but the Hobbit has determined that getting up at 0704 gives her exactly the right ratio of sleep to prep time for the coming day. When the alarm goes off, I’ve only got to make one adjustment, and she’s taken care of.

I’m usually out of the house by 0630 – the morning traffic is a little lighter then, joining the knife fight that is Hwy 5 South is a little less nerve wracking. That gives me enough time for a power bar and a cup of coffee before I get on the bike, and wend my way to work.

Getting there by 0700 or so gives me time to go for a morning run before the workday really cranks over. It’s good to get it done, since otherwise you never know what might come up during the course of the day. The phone might ring, or some all-important email flash on screen just as you’re lacing up.

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Iwo Jima

By Lex, on Sat – February 19, 2005

Was it only 60 years ago?

Somehow it feels like more ancient history.

The WSJ has a great op-ed up today from historian Arthur Herman on the sacrifices made on the beaches, and in the Grinder. After a sustained pounding by naval gunfire and bombers, the Marines went ashore for over a month of bloody murder.

Even before the attack, the Navy’s bombardment of Iwo Jima cost more ships and men than it lost on D-Day, without making a significant dent in the Japanese defenses. Then, beginning at 9 a.m. on the 19th, Marines loaded down with 70 to 100 pounds of equipment each hit the beach, and immediately sank into the thick volcanic ash. They found themselves on a barren moonscape stripped of any cover or vegetation, where Japanese artillery could pound them with unrelenting fury. Scores of wounded Marines helplessly waiting to be evacuated off the beach were killed “with the greatest possible violence,” as veteran war reporter Robert Sherrod put it. Shells tore bodies in half and scattered arms and legs in all directions, while so much underground steam rose from the churned up soil the survivors broke up C-ration crates to sit on in order to keep from being scalded. Some 2,300 Marines were killed or wounded in the first 18 hours. It was, Sherrod said, “a nightmare in hell.”

And overlooking it all, rising 556 feet above the carnage, stood Mount Suribachi, where the Japanese could direct their fire along the entire beach. Taking Suribachi became the key to victory. It took four days of bloody fighting to reach the summit, and when Marines did, they planted an American flag. When it was replaced with a larger one, photographer Joe Rosenthal recorded the scene–the most famous photograph of World War II and the most enduring symbol of a modern democracy at war.

Yet, in the end, a symbol of what? Certainly not victory. The capture of Suribachi only marked the beginning of the battle for Iwo Jima, which dragged on for another month and cost nearly 26,000 men–all for an island whose future as a major air base never materialized. Forty men were in the platoon which raised the flag on Suribachi. Only four would survive the battle unhurt. Their company, E Company, Second Battalion, 28th Regiment, Fifth Marine Division, would suffer 75% casualties. Of the seven officers who led it into battle, only one was left when it was over.

This was my father’s generation, the tale of his time. He was a merchant marine officer on the New York to Murmansk run, and saw some horrible things along the way – but nothing, I am sure, to match the Hell on a small island that was Iwo.

But it was not just his tale, World War II and the fight against fascism – from the current distance, viewed down the lens of history it seemed to be national narrative. Somehow our national participation has grown in size over the passing years – not quite as remarkably perhaps as has the size of the French Resistance: Many more resistance fighters were “active” members after the liberation was complete than ever were during the years of Vichy collaboration. But in our national myth, everyone was there – fighting if they were men, joining the nurse corps, or serving in factories (remember Rosie the Riveter) or keeping the home fires burning if they were women.

But it’s not really true of course – many fought, and the nation was at war, but life went on at home, even with a draft. Even with millions of men under arms. One of my friends from church is a member of that generation, and he was one of those who made his way through the war in business, because the country didn’t really stop while the soldiers went to war. And my friend, when he talks about those times, nearly always seems to regret that his part of the tale did not involve heroic service in foreign lands. He is now over 80, and has accumulated a number of regrets – but it is this I think, that he regrets most bitterly. And it is not that he should, because the industrial capacity of the nation won the war nearly as certainly as did her soldiers, Sailors, airmen and Marines.

I grew up in Virginia, which means of course that I grew up within convenient range of many battle fields. I have walked the Wilderness, looked down upon Fredricksburg from the heights over the river, visited Appomatox Courthouse. I have been to Cold Harbor, looked up upon the Little Round Top at Gettysburg and wondered how it could have happened that men could shake out battle flags, form up lines and walk up that long field into the plunging fire.

But all of that is truly ancient history.

These World War II veterans are among us still. We can still hear their voices. And they can still teach us.

I have been to Iwo Jima – when I was stationed in Japan, we used to fly down there to practice our carrier landing patterns prior to going aboard ship for carrier qualification. It is a small, small place to have held such death. One wonders that it did not sink under the weight of the blood of 28,000 who died there on both sides. I have walked up LST beach with Suribachi to my left, glowering down from its fog-shrouded heights. Looked right and seen more rising terrain, an elevated sea wall to the right. I have made the long climb through soft volcanic sand and finally waist high grass, to get to an uncertain summit, and everywhere, seen the mouths of cave and tunnel systems in which the fanatic hordes poured out in counter-attack after counter-attack.

In nothing but tennis shoes and a bathing suit, I have found myself panting and out of breath, and thought about the men who waded ashore that day, 60 years ago today, with 80 pound packs and the noise and their brothers falling all around them like blades of grass beneath a mower. And I have wondered how they did it, and if we, whom they made, are made of the same stuff.

After Fallujah in November, I believe that at least some of us are. As for the rest, perhaps in 60 years’ time we will learn about how our great campaign to once again liberate millions from tyranny and throw down fascism of a different stripe was truly national in character. I am sure that if this great task we are embarked upon is successful, that will be the narrative.

Success, it is truly said, has many fathers.

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Update – thanks to Oyster, for this pic, taken from Suribachi, looking down the beach:

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27 Years Ago…

I was 100 miles away, heading home and listening to the world series game. I’m at a red light and suddenly the broadcast stops with just static.

It comes back on and the announcer said “I think we just had an earthquake!

I didn’t think that much about it – you all might have blizzards, tornadoes and hurricanes; we have the occasional earthquake.

My parents were out of town traveling and I always headed first to their house to pick up the mail. I noticed water all on the side of the house and wondered if a pipe broke.

Then I realized that it was the water all sloshing out of the pool.

I got home, turned on the TV and then saw the extent of the damage. Most unforgettable for me besides seeing the car just drive off the collapsed section of the Bay Bridge – was seeing what was left of the Cypress Street Viaduct – part of the Nimitz freeway that went along the west side of Alameda and Oakland. It was a 2 story highway with one way traffic on each story.

I can remember driving on the upper story and the car bouncing a bit from all of the construction imperfections. There was a popular bumper sticker saying “Pray for me – I drive the Nimitz”.

To see a portion of that collapsed and some cars underneath were a foot or so high…

IIRC there were a lot of damage and fires in the Marina district from broken gas lines. The Marina district is actually a “man made” spot of land by the Bay – comprised of all the cleared rubble of the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. That dirt will shift easily in an earthquake.

H/T to Comjam for reminding us today…

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A Rather Disturbing Olympic Historical Insight

I’m reading an excellent book – The Boys In The Boat – about the freshman class of the University of Washington who went on the win the Gold in rowing at the 1936 Berlin summer Olympics. The author really does a good job at giving us the background of the Great Depression, what people had to do to survive (one of the rowers was actually abandoned by his family at age 15), the background of crew and the Englishman who, out of economic necessity left his family’s home near Eton to eventually go to Washington (and really put crew on the map in the United States)

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Case the Colors

By lex, on December 15th, 2011

Lion 6 hauls down the battle flag in Iraq:

After nearly nine years of war, tens of thousands of casualties—including 4,500 dead—and more than $800 billion spent, the U.S. military on Thursday formally ended its mission in Iraq and prepared to leave the country.

For years, commanders in Iraq have handed off to their successors the top call sign, Lion 6, along with the American battle flag adorned with a Mesopotamian sphinx. But on Thursday, in a tradition-drenched ceremony with Defense Secretary Leon Panetta looking on, the current Lion 6, Army Gen. Lloyd Austin, pulled down the colors and cased them for a return to the U.S…

At Thursday’s end-of-mission ceremony, Mr. Panetta evoked the most important battles of the war in Fallujah, Ramadi and Sadr City. He returned to a theme he has struck all week while visiting troops in Djibouti, Afghanistan and Iraq: American service members have given Iraqis the opportunity to make their own future. The hardships and losses endured by America’s military, he said, were not in vain because they led to a free Iraq.

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