History of the 386th Air Service Group
Journal of the 386th
Air Service Group
1st Lt. Martin Zipin, Special Services Officer
On 5 October, during the last few days of our stretch at jungle training, the 386th moved from Kahuku to Bellows Field. Again we looked forward to living in stateside barracks, but again we were doomed to disappointment. We were encamped at "tent city" on the ocean side of the field. We lived in tents set on sand, but the change wasnt as bad as anticipated. It was here that we met the fighter group we were to service in the forward area. The 15th Fighter Group had a long record of good service on Oahu, and they seemed to be itching to get into combat. They flew P-47s and our boys established good liaison immediately with the ground crews and pilots of the flying squadrons. Bellows was closer to Honolulu than Kahuku, and the base itself offered more in off duty recreation. So our stay there proved to be very pleasant. We established leagues in volleyball, basketball and softball with the 15th, and after a few weeks, both groups were acting as though they had worked together for years.
In November, the 15th changed over to the newest fighter plane in the Pacific, the P-51, and our boys went to work at once to find out what made the little ship hum. It didnt take long for both the pilots and ground crews to know the insides of the Mustang, and in a few weeks the hot pilots of the 15th were flying as though they were a part of the plane.
It was at this time that the 7th Fighter Command, of which we were a part, brought us up to strength as much as possible. New officers and men joined the group. Henry Mann was assigned as the groups Red Cross Rep., Major Gordon Kelly, a flying officer, took over HQ SQ, and command of the group again reverted to Col. Cook when Col. French took over the newly activated 363rd Air Service Group.
Christmas on Oahu was a lonesome time for most of us, as is any Christmas spent away from home. However with parties and shows in Honolulu and on the field we tried to get some of the stateside Yuletide spirit. We got lectures on censorship and security, and we knew that the "day" was approaching. Our APO was changed to 86, and the mysterious name "urik" began to appear on all the equipment and boxes. Packing and crating went into high gear, and a nervous tension gripped us all. This was it! There was no doubt about it this time.
The only question was "where". There was talk of the Philippines, Truk, Formosa and even Japan itself but nobody knew. Restrictions were clamped on. No more trips to Honolulu, no more phone calls to the states, and very strict mail censorship. Our gear was checked and rechecked, boxed and crated, and finally the day came.
From 23 January 1945 to 5 February our group went aboard ships that were part of the largest fleet yet seen in World War II. We went on LSTs, AKAs, and APAs, and we were all part of the assault or the sub-assault forces. We headed out to sea, accompanied by destroyers and D-Es. Occasionally we would catch sight of a large battle wagon on the horizon, but she would soon be out of sight. Big carriers of the Pacific fleet would come into view, but they too would pass us as though we were motionles. It was very evident that we were headed for an important engagement, and we soon found out where that would be.
After leaving our last port of call, we were informed that we were to take part in the invasion of Iwo Jima. The name to most of us was merely a headline out of the morning papers, "Iwo Jima Pounded Again by Guns of the Pacific Fleet and Heavy Bombers", but as the briefing continued, we learned more about the place we were soon to call home. We saw maps and charts, photographs and diagrams. We learned that the island had taken a terrific daily pounding in the past three months, but that many of the Japs were holed up underground, so the invasion would be no pushover. The morning of "D" day, the shore installations would be given a final touch by the naval big guns and aircraft, the Marines would pour ashore, and it was anticipated that the battle for this Pacific pin-point would be over in seventy-two hours. A Nip garrison of 20,000 was expected, but we had two Marine Divisions, the 4th and 5th going ashore, and the 3rd held in reserve just offshore. We didnt sleep well that first night out of our last port, and all the ships were blacked out and on the alert. We zigged and zagged, and a few times had submarine alerts, but nothing came of them.
Iwo Jima, Volcano Island
About 0530 of the morning of the 19th of February 1945, we were awakened in a hurry by the sound of heavy naval fire. Rushing onto the deck we saw a sight that will never be forgotten by any of us. The ocean was dotted with ships of all sizes and description. Some of the fleets biggest battle wagons and cruisers were throwing all they had into a tiny speck of dirt about twenty miles away. We couldnt see Iwo well because it seemed to be in constant fog and flame, but during the brief lulls in the action we could make out Mt. Suribachi, or "Hot Rocks" as they named it on the battle maps. And hot rocks lived up to her name this morning. She seemed to be afire with all the pounding the big guns and naval aircraft were giving her.
Over 800 ships were part of the invasion flotilla and the picture was staggering. The ships seemed to stretch out as far as the eye could see, and at the far stretches of the horizon we could make out the shapes of the carriers. A few minutes before 0900, the last air element of task force 58 made its final passes at Mt. Suribachi and the invasion beaches on the south-east coast of the island. The Marines were about to hit.
At 0900 a deathlike silence hung on the air, and we could see the spots of white caused by the landing craft as they headed into the surf. Listening over the ships radio we could hear the voices of the men as they hit the beach. "Well were here ..What the hell do we do now? This damn beach is too quiet .it looks too easy enemy fire is light, and the boats are unloading easily ..it looks too damned good" ..
They went two hundred yards in the first ten minutes, and then all hell broke loose from the well hidden gun emplacements spotted in strategic positions all over the beach. The fire became intense and the men were pinned down. The battle for Iwo Jima was begun. Later on in the morning the first tanks and alligators went ashore to add their fire power to the Marine ordnance. Time after time we could see them crawl to the top of the first ridge, only to be forced back by a direct hit or withering anti-tank fire. The going was rough, and it was evident that the timetable set for the operation would not be met.
Late in the afternoon the first wounded were sent out to the ships designated as hospital ships. The wounded were brought in litters and immediately examined n the ships wardrooms. It was the first time many of us had seen the results of enemy action, and we were a bit shaken by it.
As night fell, the troops on the beach dug in, and we began to shuttle between Iwo and Minami Iwo, thirty miles south. It was a night to remember. The air raid sirens wail was heard, and the smoke pots went into action. Soon a thick blanket covered us all, but through it we could still hear the reverberations and booming from the night bombardment of Iwo. A few Jap planes came over, and blindly dropped some 500 pounders in the water. A few of them were near misses, and the ships near them were rocked as though a gigantic hand were pushing them. One of our ships, the LST 809, was attacked by a Jap suicide plane, but fortunately the gunners aboard brought the Jap down in the water, just off the ship. It was a nerve wracking experience and brought the war right to our laps. However, we did get some sleep and the next morning found us ever closer to Iwo.
We were a few miles off the south-eastern shore and could see much of the action as it progressed. Jap ammo dumps going up, amtracks moving sluggishly over the ridge, and the flashes of fire that seemed to come from every inch of the pork chop shaped island. More wounded were brought aboard, but we were beginning to act like veterans.
The day passed slowly, and the thought that was uppermost in all our minds was, "when are we going ashore?" We didnt want to be part of the inferno that was now Iwo and yet we somehow felt that it would be better than waiting offshore and just being spectators in this modern history in the making. Night fell again, and though we were on the alert, it passed without incident. The big guns boomed all night, but we were partially used to them by now, and most of us slept.
The next day, #8FA0CC an electric current seemed to run through the fleet when over the ships P.A. system came the announcement, "our troops have raised Old Glory on Mt. Suribachi."
We all felt thrilled by the announcement, and this meant to us that the Japs couldnt hold the rock, no matter how long or bitterly they fought for it. Life aboard ship for the next few days was torturous. It was hard to relax, hard to keep from looking at the blazing island, now only a few hundred yards from us. We wanted to go ashore and see for ourselves what the score was. The Marines had already taken Motoyama Airfield number one, and we wanted to go ashore and set up. We were eager and anxious to see our Mustangs taking off from our strip.
Finally, in the afternoon of 23 February, the first shore party from the 386th went ashore under the groups beachmaster, Capt. Decker. That night the LST 809 prepared to disembark our troops under command of Major Head, and the following day the rest of the troops aboard the Carteret come ashore under Col. Cook. Our beach landing was not at all as we had anticipated, and there wasnt even a wet shoe in the entire group. We got together on the beach, near a wrecked Sherman tank, and then followed a Marine guide over the ridge of the beach to the airfield. The volcanic sand and ash was soft and deep and walking on it with a full pack was a rough job. The beach itself was steep, and those first few hundred yards were the toughest any of us had ever climbed.
All this time, the Marine 155s were singing out over our heads, and we kept flinching involuntarily. However, after a few minutes of the steady bombardment we got used to the sound and took it in stride. The beach was a beehive of frenzied activity. Ammo was being unloaded all the time, the wounded were being brought back to the beach in endless streams, and the litter of wrecked Jap and American equipment spread out as far as the eye could see. Loud speaker horns were barking out the beachmasters orders for unloading, and at the same time the ships at sea were still throwing their heaviest shells into the central part of the island.
We finally reach our area, in the ridge of the south part of the airfield, and set to work with our entrenching tools to build our foxholes. We dug them deep, and lined them with empty ammo crates or sand bags. This was to be home to us for the next few rugged weeks. After the digging we felt surprisingly hungry and for the first time we made the acquaintance of the army "K" ration. We were too damn hungry to think about it much, but as hungry as we were, we felt that these cardboard meals were a Jap trick. When dusk fell, we were told to hole in, and stay in. There was no moving around at night, because anything that moved was taken to be a Jap, and there were no questions asked. With our blankets and field jackets acting as both mattress and cover we hit the sack with all our clothes on, and our carbine very close at hand.
Tracers and flares lit up the sky, and overhead a curtain of 90 and 105 mm shells did their best to let us know that we were no longer in the security of our homes, or even in the air bases on Oahu. We did not sleep much that night, and most of us were awake to see the sun rise.
After a "K" ration breakfast of delicious cheese, we set about getting the area in order, and getting the airfield ready. A detail of 175 men went out on the strip to pick up all the shrapnel and loose metal so that the dozers and other heavy equipment could lay the dirt flat for the evacuation planes and fighters.
Our lectures and training in Jap booby traps made us plenty wary, and as we fanned out and moved forward from the south end of the field we made close inspections of anything on the ground. The sun was very strong, and in addition the dust was heavy so that made the work uncomfortable as well as difficult. However, we gained courage after the first half hour, and the cleaning of the field went forward at good speed.
We got our baptism of Jap fire just before noon, when a mortar shell screeched its way from the nip positions North of the field. Everybody hit the dirt and lay flat, and fortunately no one in the group was hit.. We were all plenty scared though and kept our eyes and ears open at all times.
L-5s were already using the strip to act as the eyes of the big guns, and they looked as though they could take off and land on the back of a truck. They flew above the Jap lines with no arms at all, to report the Jap positions to our guns. A carbine bullet could have brought them down, but they acted as though there were no danger of any kind. The kids who flew those ships had a lot of guts, and more than once we wanted to tell them what we thought of them.
The next week and a half made us veterans of forward operations, and the men were beginning to function as a group again. We started an equipment search party, and many of the men were occupied with tracking down the groups boxes as it came off the ships, and grabbing it before the Marines or Sea Bees got to it.
Other men were working on the field and getting it in condition, and still others were building up the living area and the command posts. We got used to the "K" ration, but never got to like it, and the highlight of many a day would be a can of peaches or pineapples hi-jacked from a navy ration dump.
We got used to our canteen of water a day, and made it stretch for drinking and washing both. We got used to the foxholes, and at night it would take more than the booming of the big guns to keep us awake. One night however, only the most sleepy of us stayed asleep. That was the night a Jap mortar shell landed smack in the middle of the 5th Marine Division ammo dump, a few hundred feet from our foxholes. For close to six hours Iwo Jima had the most impressive Fourth of July celebration that it will ever have.
We got used to the outdoor four holers, the stubble of beard on our faces, the lack of military titles and salutes, and the continual pounding of the guns. The only experience we never got hardened to was the sight of the never ending line of Marine casualties being brought back from the front lines on jeeps, amtracks, duck and weasels. Down the middle of the line the wounded would come, and on both sides of the road replacements would be marching up to the front. We hated to look, yet we couldnt look away.
The lack of mail began to worry us also, but one happy day, about ten days after coming ashore, the first mail to reach us on Iwo came in through the Fifth Amphib Corps post office. It was the happiest day we had spent on Iwo, and for a few minutes we could almost forget the blood and battle all around us as we were home again with Mom, or the wife and kids, or the girl friend.
On 5 March, the men of the sub-assault arrived, and we who were there "so much" longer than the greenhorns could act like the veterans we were. We told a lot of tall stories, and did a lot of truth stretching, but it didnt take the new men long to catch on. The first few weeks assumed some semblance of normalcy because a few of the things we had been used to were begun again. A field exchange was set up in a tent, and Cpl. Bob Yaeger operated it as thought it were the biggest exchange in the Pacific. Chaplain Elder Newton started services for men of all faiths, and many of these were held in shell holes and dug-outs while the roaring still continued all around us. Those services meant a lot to us, and helped us maintain our faith.
After the Sherman tanks had cleared out of the area to the west of the field, our group moved into what was to be our permanent area. The squadron and GP command posts were set up and operating, and a public address system was rigged up to play music and news as often as possible during the day.
The progress of the battle on Iwo was followed by us all on the two war maps of the island which were kept up daily in front of the group CP and the group PX. This information was gotten from G-2 of the 5th Corps every morning.
One of the most exciting events to us all was the visit of the first Superfort to Iwo on 4 March. The field was far from ready, and theoretically a few hundred feet short for a B-29, but this afternoon we saw the big ship dip low over the field, and we knew she was going to attempt a landing. He made three passes over the field, and then came in for his landing from the South end. We all stood there with open mouths and watched the big baby come in. She came in low, dipped a wing, twisted right and rolled on the dirt runway. We all cheered as loud as we could, slapped each other on the back, and then ran as close to the ship as we could get. The pilot got out, a 20 year old, 2nd Lt. and told us that he was low on gas, but hated like hell to ditch the ship. "The field looked pretty good, and I knew she was in our hands, so I thought Id try it."
We gassed him up, and a few hours later he backed up as far as possible, revved his motors and lifted the ship from the last few feet on the South end of the runway. The big ship dipped her wings in a giant "Thank You" gesture, straightened out, and headed home for the Marianas. The first installment was paid for the terrific cost of Iwo Jima.
On 14 March it was announced by Lt. Gen. Holland "Howlin Mad" Smith that the battle for Iwo was finished. However, strong forces of Japs were entrenched in the northern tip of the island, and the boys of the 4th and 5th Marine divisions were still fighting and being killed. It wasnt till late in April that all organized resistance was wiped out, and even then pockets were still being uncovered. The toll was high, over 5,000 Marines paid with their lives for this little volcanic chunk of hell, but it began to pay off.
As soon as our fighters appeared they started the longest overwater missions ever attempted by single engine aircraft. They flew to the empire on strafing missions, rocket missions and as escorts for the Superforts. At the same time, Iwo began to save hundreds of B-29s and thousands of crewmen who couldnt have made it back to their bases without stopping here for either gas or repairs. By this time Iwo had more air traffic than any other place in the world. We had P-51s, P-61s, P-47s, Dumbos, B-24s, B-17s, TBFs, in addition to the B-29s, F7Fs, and transport ships that used Iwo as a stop over, or refueling base. We felt that we were an important part of the war to defeat Japan, and we were.
Within the group conditions were improving. A movie circuit was started, first films every other night, and later on every night. USO shows started to come in and the "stink holler radio city music hall" was built especially for the Dick Jurgins show and his troupe. Other shows to play the "stink holler", were Charley Ruggles, Gene Autry, "winged pigeons", Al Pierce, "Duck Cutters Revue", "Grounded Gadgets", all stars navy show, "Foxhole Medly" and the USO sports show.
"Group Snoop" re-appeared, in addition to the "Island Inquirer" and the 7th Fighter Command's "Fighter Post". The first enlisted mens club on the island was started in the group, and the post exchange moved into a well finished Quonset hut.In addition to this, the group started the first off duty school in the Western Pacific Base Command, when "Iwo Jima University" was set up. A faculty of fourteen 386th officers and men taught over twenty courses for a period of thirteen weeks to well over 300 men. The university got publicity in the New York Times, "Brief", and even got a bid from a stateside fraternity to start a chapter here. Our work in the operation was highly commended by General Moore in a letter of citation to every man in the group. At the same time, we were the only unit in Fighter Command to be awarded the "meritorious service unit citation" which authorizes every man in the group to wear the award wreath on the right sleeve.
We did a good job, but it was only because we were all willing to work together and overlook some of the difficulties and hardships that came our way. It was also because we had a damn fine group commander and one who we felt it was a privilege to work for. In the list of reasons for a job well done, we cannot overlook the following:
The list could go on and on. It all adds up to a job well done. On September 2, 1945, the surrender document was signed on board the battleship "Missouri" docked in Tokyo Bay. This was the formal end to the bloodiest war in the history of man, and we can all honestly feel that the 386th had a part in the final victory.
It looks as though our next beachhead will be San Francisco, and our next uniform will be the pin-striped suit we have been dreaming about. Our next orders will come from that Oh so lovely gal we have been waiting for, and our next sack will have an innerspring mattress.
It may be a matter of weeks, or perhaps a matter of months before we all get home, but dont lose hope; this will be the longest and toughest sweat we will ever have to face, but it cant be too far away now. See you in Frisco, or St. Louis, or Dallas, or Portland, or Reno, or Orange, or New York.
|As the cemeteries of the 3rd, 4th and 5th Marine Divisions were dedicated, the chaplains gave moving sermons thanking God that this terrible battle was finally over. Chaplain Gittlesohn of the 5th Marine Division eulogized:|
"Somewhere in this plot of ground there may lie that man who could have discovered a cure for cancer. Under one of these Christian crosses or beneath a Jewish Star of David there may now rest a man who was destined to be a great prophet. Now they lie here silently in this sacred soil, and we gather to consecrate this earth in their memory. Here lie officers and men, black and white, rich and poor. Here are Protestants, Catholics, and Jews. Here no man prefers another because of his faith or despises him because of his color. Here there are no quotas of how many from each group are admitted or allowed. Theirs is the highest and purest form of democracy. Any man among us, the living, who lifts his hand in hate against a brother, or thinks himself superior to those who happen to be in minority, makes of this ceremony, and of the bloody sacrifice it commemorates, an empty, hollow mockery."
Invasion of Iwo Jima
Cpl. Raymond O. Minton, Jr.
Iwo Jima - A very heavily fortified eight square mile volcanic island in the Bonin Island chain, approximately 650 miles S., S.E of Japan. It had belonged to Japan for the past eight years and was their last hope of preventing an invasion of the home island. IWO was honey combed with caves and tunnels connecting concrete and steel reinforced pillboxes, blockhouses and gun emplacements. All were well camouflaged with natural grass, sand, and bushes. The walls were two to three feet thick. It had two airfields, MOTOYAMA ONE and MOTOYAMA TWO, that we needed in order to advance our war against Japan.
IWO had about 22,000 to 25,000 well trained and disciplined troops under the command of Lt. General IADAMICHI KUEIBAYASHI, a fifty-three year old native of Nugano Prefecture and a graduate of the Military Academy in 1914. He spent several years as a junior officer posted to the Japanese Embassy in America and Canada. He saw combat in Northern China and Manchuria. He was a samurai.
From the air, IWO looked like a barren island except for the two airfields. All their living quarters, food, aid stations, ammo, everything was underground.
We shelled the island from ships of the Navy and bombed it with planes of the Air Force from the Mariana Islands (Saipan, Tinian, and Guam) and Navy carrier planes for 72 days and nights straight. From the looks of things after we invaded, it did not have too much effect.
Our invasion force would consist of the Third, Fourth, and Fifth Marine Divisions. The Fourth and Fifth would make the landing and the Third would be held in reserve just in case. Our forces were under the overall command of Lt. General Holland M. (Howling Mad) Smith, U.S.M.C. At 06:45 a.m., February 19, 1945, the operation started and by 09:00 the first wave of troops hit the beach of IWO JIMA. They landed on red and green beach and their objective was to cut the island in half at its smallest point. One group would go south and take Suribachi, a 560 foot volcano, and secure it and stop the Japs from firing down on us. The other group would go north and take the airfield so we could get it operating as soon as possible. The black volcanic (ash) sand on the beaches was very difficult to walk on and almost impossible to move equipment through, especially wheeled equipment.
My unit (386th ASG) was briefed before we landed and were told the battle would only last about 72 hours. They felt the heavy shelling and bombing had destroyed most of the life on the island. Aerial photos did not show anything. As soon as the Marines took the airfield, we were to go ashore and prepare it for the 15th Fighter Group and their P-51 planes to start operating. We were to service and supply them. I went ashore D-Day 5 and the fighting lasted for 36 more days and nights. We were setting up at the south end of the airfield and the front lines of battle were just off the north end.
As soon as the Marines reached the north end of the island they declared it secure and pulled out for home or wherever. The 147 Inf. was waiting to come ashore to mop up the remaining pocket of resistance. The Japs saw a good chance to mount an attack and wipe out the Air Force on IWO. They were all wiped out and we lost about 100 men. The Air Force actually fought the last battle on IWO. IWO cost 6,800 American lives and over 22,000 Japanese.
The flag was raised on Mt. Suribachi D day plus four on February 23, 1945. The first B-29 landed March 4, 1945. It was returning to Tinian from a bombing strike on Japan. All told 2,251 B-29's made emergency landings on IWO JIMA with more than 25,000 crewmen and aircraft being saved. There were 27 Congressional Medals of Honor presented to GIs on IWO, more than any other battle in World War II, Europe or Pacific; half were posthumously.
I lived on IWO JIMA for nine months. I arrived there the night of February 18, before the invasion the morning of February 19. I left in November and went to Saipan to regroup and then home. I arrived in Los Angles, California December 28, 1945, then on to March Field, California. I was discharged at Ft. Lewis, Spokane, Washington, January 10, 1946.
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